0 comments/ 22918 views/ 0 favorites Report By: WFEATHER My beautiful young slave was stretched out on her stomach on the bed, as naked as the day she was born – unless one counts the elegant bejeweled collar encircling her neck, or the thick padlocked leather cuff snugly fitted to each wrist and ankle. A large, heavy, silver chain connected each cuff to an attachment point just underneath each corner of the king-size oak-framed bed. her back was spotted with numerous splotches of intensely-hot wax, essentially forming a red-and-green connect-the-dots puzzle upon her well-tanned skin. A pair of black cords led from the control boxes between her thighs to the vibrating eggs buried within her, with only a thin membrane separating the small, powerful bullet-shaped devices. The bed protested and the chains clattered as she twisted and pulled against the bonds, the natural reaction of her body to the nearly-painful hot wax upon her and the highly-pleasurable buzzing deep within her. I sat across the room, watching My slave with rapt attention, My ears absolutely thrilled by her gasps and moans as My longtime friend Mistress Kyoto continued to drip more and more scalding red and green wax upon the bare back. On occasion, the velvet-clad Dominant would reach between the slave's legs, dampening Her gloved fingers with My slave's copious secretions and eliciting a louder moan or perhaps even a soft cry of passion. As She continued the slow torment and teasing of the restrained young woman, My eyes would often go to Her body, admiring Her flawless Japanese figure within the black form-fitting dress. Given the dim candlelit atmosphere, Mistress Kyoto seemed extremely mysterious, even dangerous, due to Her mirrored sunglasses with the lenses in the shape of a cat's eyes. Mistress Kyoto's slave knelt before Me, her black-painted lips sealed tightly as she serviced Me, tantalizing Me nicely with her double-pierced tongue. I looked down at her and watched her for a moment, her eyes meeting Mine. she smiled, a pleasant gesture which was aesthetically absolutely obscene given how much of My anatomy she held within her small mouth. Having been graciously pleasing Me for quite some time, I was sure that her mouth was tired, her jaw sore, yet she continued to work obediently, happily, occasionally humming softly to herself in those brief moments when I could feel the very top of her hungry throat. her hands gently massaged My thighs and stomach, adding a nice tactile "enhancement" to the overall situation. I returned the "enhancement" as well, stroking her head and helping to keep her lengthy raven-colored strands away from her ghostly-white face. After a few whispered words of encouragement, I returned My attention to the action on the bed. Despite the herbal aromas emanating from the oil diffusers and the scented candles scattered throughout the large bedroom, the scent of sex was quite evident. I was very intimately familiar with the perfume of My slave's passion, and Mistress Kyoto's beautiful slave was certainly getting a noseful of My own arousal. Being nude herself (with the exception of a rather wide leather collar and a wolf-themed slave ring), I was certain that the ghostly-pale slave before Me was adding her own excitement to the atmosphere of the scene. I closed My eyes for a few moments, leaning back in the chair, My hands falling to My thighs and simply enjoying the moment. Mistress Kyoto's slave took My hands in hers, squeezing them gently as she continued to bob her head back and forth, her tongue being applied with the tender skill of an artist's brush. With My eyes closed, My slave's gasps and ragged breathing seemed even louder, even more intense. Just faintly against the rest of the scene's soundscape, I could discern the noise of the twin vibrating eggs buried deep within her body. I smiled to Myself, for never had I had My slave experience objects in both her lower passages simultaneously, and I eagerly anticipated reading her report – a required report of each new event she experiences while in My care. And, never had I been in any way pleasured by anyone but her while she was in My presence. When I opened My eyes, I could see her looking directly at Me through lust-clouded eyes, even as she winced from another drop of burning wax falling upon her unprotected body. There seemed to be a hint of a smile at the edges of her dainty mouth, but then she moaned loudly as Mistress Kyoto reached between her legs once again. Indeed, I looked forward to the next report. Report Card Day Special note Thank-you Daddybear for you’re editing skills. * * * * * School finally got out that night; I was handed my report card as I walked from the room. For some reason, the boys kept looking at my ass. I didn't mean to wear the skirt that I had on, it's just that I hadn't done the washing this week yet. It was my short plaid skirt, Daddy’s favorite, and one that I was only suppose to wear when he was around. I had coupled it with my skimpy white blouse that showed way too much cleavage for my Daddy’s liking. I had thought that I could get home and changed before he saw me. I took the report card and stuffed it to the bottom of my bag, I wasn't looking forward to what my teacher Dr. Dover was going to say about me. I tried to be good, really I did, but he just got up my nose so much, I would do things just to get a rise out of him. Like the time that he looked at me for an answer, when he knew that I was talking to the boy next to me, what was I suppose to do? I couldn't have answered him if I’d tried. I had on another little skirt that was inappropriate for school, so after class I walked past him to the front of the room, almost to the door, then dropped my pen. Well, I had to pick it up didn't I? So I bent over, but not at the knees like Daddy had taught me, I bent at my waist, and Oh my! I had forgotten to put any panties on that morning. Dr. Dover certainly got an eyeful that day. I laughed remembering that incident on my short walk home. As I turned the corner, I noticed Daddy’s car parked in the driveway. "Oh shit" I mumbled. Now I had to not only get past him with my report card, but also in my skirt, and I knew if he saw me in that it would at least be five minutes in the corner, if nothing else. Now I had to try to get into the house without him seeing me. The way our house was set out I wasn't going to be able to even if I tried. The front Door led straight into the living room, the back Door straight into the Kitchen, which then led into the Living Room. The stairs then led from the Living Room upstairs, which is where all my clothes were, all over my bedroom floor. I stood outside looking up at my bedroom window, trying to figure out which would be the best way for me to climb up, I hadn't had to do this for awhile as I had been a good girl for Daddy. I decided to go with the vines next to my window that led to the ground, I knew they made me itchy but I had to get around Daddy seeing me in this skirt. The climbing was killing me and I'm sure that most of the neighbors could here me groaning and mumbling my way up. I was hoping that Daddy had the news on and wouldn't notice. I finally reached the top and was climbing in through the window when I heard "What ARE you doing young lady?" “ Oh Daddy your home, Umm well I forgot my keys and was trying to get in to start dinner for you" I just hoped that Daddy was buying this. “ You forgot your keys?" he looked at me really oddly. “ Yep, sorry about that, but I'm in now so don't worry" I was trying to get him out of my room so I could get these clothes off. “ So what? You thought you would just break in instead then" Oh God I knew he wasn't going to leave now "Well umm yes I guess so, that's what I did didn't I?" Crossing my fingers that he would leave. “ Nicole give me your bag, then get changed, put something on that covers your body for a change, then meet me in the Living Room please" all said in that slow steady voice that told me I was in deep trouble now. I panicked, I knew my keys were in there, I also knew that my report card was stuffed at the bottom of my bag. I grabbed the first pair of jeans that I could find in the mess on the floor, throwing them on. Then grabbed a sweatshirt, throwing it over my head as I ran out the door hoping that I would get to my bag before Daddy did. It wasn't to be. As I came flying down the stairs, I saw that Daddy had my keys on the coffee table, and my report card in his hand, and boy he didn't look happy. I came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs and did a U turn, trying to get back up the stairs before he noticed me. "Stop right there Nicole Jayne, turn around and come over here please" Oh god that steady voice scared the daylights out of me. “Yes Daddy" I asked in a very low voice. “Your keys, in your bag, your Report card, in your bag, don't you look in there or did you know about them the whole time" he looked up at me, he always gave me the chance to tell the truth. “Were they? " I tried so hard to act surprised "Umm nope sorry didn't know they were there." “Nicole, you saw me put the keys in your bag this morning, and the teacher called ahead to let me know that you had been given your report card and that I would be very interested in it. Why do you think I'm home so early?" “Well I was kind of wondering what you were doing here, umm should I start dinner" Changing the subject and heading out to the Kitchen. “Get back here and sit down, and not over there" he stopped me before I could sit down on the single chair by the door, "come and sit next to me, we have something to discuss here." I walked towards Daddy and sat next to him, trying so hard to see what was on my report card. I could only make out my name on the top, and I truly didn't want to see the rest, then I started thinking why the teacher would have called to tell Daddy that he should see my report card. I hated that old man and his strict ways, if it was up to him, I'm sure that he would have loved to give me the strap. I tried to sit as far away from Daddy as I could, but he moved closer to me, and I knew that when he did that, if I moved away it was five minutes in the corner for me, and since I hated the corner I thought better of it. Daddy looked me straight in the eye, not a good sign for this conversation, "Nicole, lets see what we have here" he handed me the Report card... * * * * * * Wayward School for Brats* Student: Walker, Nicole Jayne Teacher: Dr. Ben Dover Reading | 1st Sem: D | 2nd Sem: F | Average: F Spelling | 1st Sem: D | 2nd Sem: D | Average: D Mathematics | 1st Sem: F | 2nd Sem: D | Average: D- Art | 1st Sem: C | 2nd Sem: D | Average: D+ Phys-ED | 1st Sem: B | 2nd Sem: B | Average: B Conduct | 1st Sem: F | 2nd Sem: F | Average: F Attendance | 1st Sem: D | 2nd Sem: F | Average: D- - - - - Comments: Your daughter Nicole Jayne is completely incorrigible. She is never on time to class, her grades are terrible, and she is nearly always disrespectful towards me. I've caught her on more than one occasion actually lifting her skirt and showing her naughty parts to the boys in the class. This behavior is totally unacceptable and should be dealt with using swift and strict disciplinary measures. I recommend daily punishment sessions for Nicole Jayne involving numerous paddlings on the bare flesh of her tender little bottom. This is exactly what I used to do when corporal punishment was still legal. I would parade them into my office and paddle them all, each and every day. Sigh, those were the days! * * * * * I quite innocently looked at Daddy and said "I got a B for Phys Ed Daddy, that's gotta be good doesn't it?” He laughed at me, and I saw my Daddy for the first time that night. “ Oh Sweetie, yes it is, but look at the rest of it, you really do have to learn to control yourself you know." he looked down at the report card, "The teacher says that you’ve been showing the little boys all your private parts, is that true? And don't you lie to me young lady" "Well I have Daddy but, well they sorta asked for it you know?" “ And how the HELL did they ask for it?” His voice was getting angrier as he spoke. “ Well they Umm they er they umm Well" He lifted his finger to my mouth to hush me. “ Baby I know you too well, you did it for yourself, you did it to see what reaction you would get, I'm right aren't I." I looked at Daddy with big Puppy dog eyes and breathlessly said "Uh huh Daddy" then my eyes fell downwards and I could feel him looking straight at me. “ Well baby, you know that I can't let this go, you know that you have to have boundaries, now stand up and take your jeans off" I stood and took my jeans off for my Daddy, I wasn't going to argue because I knew that would only make matters worse. "Right, now over my knee" Oh god I knew what was coming, and I also knew what was in that report card, so how much punishment was I going to have in one night? I lay down over Daddy’s knee, lying face down across his thighs. Was it really worth me putting up a fight? I knew what was coming after seeing the Report from that nasty man Dr. Dover, then making the mistake of trying to get in while Daddy was downstairs, oh then we had the clothes incident, which he hadn't said anything about yet but, I knew he wouldn't forget. I knew that I was going to be sore by the time he was finished with me. All I could do was look at the floor and concentrate on good things. I felt Daddy’s hand rubbing my bottom, slowly moving back and forth. He seemed to rub for a fairly long time, I'm not sure if that was because it had been awhile since my last spanking and he was enjoying this, or whether he was actually getting my bottom ready for what abuse it was about to take. His hand left my bottom, and I could feel the breeze coming before it as his hand came back and smacked my bottom. He hit me hard and fast on my left cheek. "Thank-you Daddy," I knew what to say if I didn't want this to go on too long. Then his hand left my bottom again, coming down just as hard and fast on my right cheek. "Thank-you Daddy." Daddy gave each cheek two swats for each bad score under the “Average” column and one swat each for my B in Phys Ed. I was hoping that was it, I was soon to find out that I was wrong. “ Now baby girl, I want you to walk over, so that I can see your glowing bottom, and get my Black Paddle for me, you know where Daddy keeps them baby. Oh and Nicole, don't you even think of running and hiding" Damn it, he knew me so well, I didn't think I was going to make it that far, as I sort of half limped, half walked over to the drawer where Daddy kept some of his favorite paddles. I opened the drawer and took my time getting out the paddle he wanted, "Nicole you know you’re going to get this even if it takes you 3 hours to get that paddle out, you may as well just do it now and be done with it.” He had a little laugh in his voice. Hearing his voice made me think stupidly that he might go easy on me this time around. I took the paddle out of the drawer, holding the small black handle, that worked its way out and around. It reminded me of a Ping-Pong paddle, and I hated it. I walked back to Daddy and handed it to him, getting back over his knee before he even asked me too. "Good Girl Nicole," he actually said this with pride in his voice, just before raising the Paddle and smacking it down on my ass. I jumped, not really being prepared for the hit. He lifted it again, lowering it with as much force as he did the first hit, I think it was the shock that got the tears running, as I truly did love to be spanked, but he seemed intent this time in teaching me a lesson. I heard him say to me "Baby you have to know this hurts Daddy more than you, but baby you seem to be on the wrong path just lately, and Daddy needs to teach you right from wrong. The paddle is being used because of the break in, and you know that's what it was, then you did the worst possible thing" as he said this he hit my bottom again "You lied about it, you hid something from Daddy and you know he hates that." “ I am SO sorry Daddy, I didn't want to lie, I just didn't know what else to do" I tried saying through sobs. The paddle again hit my bottom, faster and harder with each swat. Embarrassingly I was getting wet; I was being turned on by the punishment that Daddy was putting me through. Tears left my eyes, rolling down my face, but the feeling my body was going through was just amazing. Daddy swatted me ten times with the paddle, then he asked me "Nicole would you please get to your knees for me" I looked at Daddy, and I knew what was to come "Oh God no Daddy, please I have learnt my lesson, really I have." “ On your knees little one" he said it lovingly as he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. Daddy only ever spanked me when I had done extra wrong, he never once spanked me out of anger or hurt. I got to my knees, and before Daddy had to say anything more, I started to take his belt off with my teeth, my hands behind my back. His hands moved to my head as he watched me remove his belt. My teeth slowly opening the buckle, then threading the belt out of the loops, he looked down at me and smiled "Good girl Baby," I tried to smile back but, my bottom was on fire and I knew what was coming next. Daddy helped me remove the last of his belt, taking it in his hand and folding it in half. He lifted me to my feet, walking me over to the chair, "lean over the back of the chair baby" he had such a soft soothing voice, a trusting voice. I leant over the chair, holding onto the back of the chair for support. I felt the breeze as the belt headed towards my bottom, and as it hit, I let out a cry. Then again it hit my bottom, I was screaming now "Please stop, Daddy please, it hurts Daddy.” I could feel my bottom burning now and I was screaming out to him "Daddy please, what is this for, what are you using the belt for?" “ The belt is for the skirt little girl, you KNOW, you damn well KNOW, that is for me and me only," he said this the whole time listening to my cries and watching my bottom turn purple. Daddy gave me twelve swats with the belt, ten for the clothes and two for having to ask why. He turned me towards him and kissed my tears. Holding me tightly in his arms, as he held me we slowly slid down the back of the chair, my sobs and tears falling onto his chest. He sat there with me in his arms, kissing me gently on the head, saying repeatedly "I love you, I love you, I love you Baby." I felt so safe in Daddy's arms, like nothing could ever hurt me, and I knew full well that the spanking's that I'd just received were to teach me to be a better person. I couldn't have asked for a more loving Daddy. Daddy stood and lifted me in his arms carrying me upstairs and laying me face down on my bed to not hurt my bottom anymore; he kissed me on my forehead and left the room. I lay there my bottom burning, my heart pounding. Daddy walked back into the room with a glass full of ice; he walked over and placed the glass on the chest of draws next to my bed. Daddy took out a piece of ice and started to rub my bottom with it, I jumped because it actually felt so good. “ Baby you know that Daddy would never hurt you right?" he had true concern in his voice "You do know that whenever Daddy spanks you, it's to help you become a better person?" “ Yes Daddy I know, and I know that I did wrong and that’s why you needed to do that," I tried to take the pain out of my voice, as the ice was soothing my bottom so much now. Daddy sat rubbing the ice along my bottom, humming a lullaby as he did this. I never felt as safe with anyone as I did with my Daddy. I knew that he loved me, and I knew that he was trying so hard to raise me to be a good girl. Daddy lay next to me on my bed, still rubbing the ice on my red sore bottom; he leaned in and kissed me, our tongues finding their way around each other's mouths. As we moved back from each other he looked me straight in the eye, then wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, all I could think of was my love for this man, the one man that took true loving care of me. Report Carding Greg buzzed me into his ultra tiny apartment on the Upper West Side and swept me into his arms after I'd walked up a flight to his door. "Jeez, Greg, you're so appreciative about seeing me!" I patted his bearded face and my fingers moved on to tug at an ear. This was one handsome guy for a college professor. He had that comfortable feel of an old overstuffed chair even though his body was tall and fit. I said comfortable feel, didn't I? "It was the book, Jennifer. The book you're returning. You do have my copy of the Kama Sutra, don't you?" "Fuck me," I said exhaling like a flat tire. "Just kidding," he laughed. "C'mon in. I'm tossing some things into a bag for a conference I'm headed out for. Flying out on a Saturday is a bitch." He led me into his microscopic bedroom, just big enough for a single bed. You know colleges don't pay their adjuncts very well. I barely had time to look at the gym bag and carry-on he was packing when his hands went to my shoulders and spun me around. "Greg!" "I distinctly heard you say 'Fuck me.' I have a cab coming in an hour so we don't have a lot of time. And the conference is going to be so boooring with nobody but dusty academics." While his mouth was moving his hands were pulling and unbuttoning and unhooking all over me. My boobs fell free of the bra and then my tights were slipped down over my legs. Some sort of automatic hardwiring in my brain-body matrix made my arms go around his neck and pull his mouth to mine. Um, loved that taste of tobacco I gave up. Whoops, let me explain. Greg is one of the most gentlemanly, cosmopolitan, wise men I know and he had always given more than I could hope to give in return. Dinners, flowers, small tokens of affection. It stops there. No marriage or long-term relationship for either of us, but we both know that sex is the epitome of living a full life. "For one week, I will remember your beautiful little breasts, so perky and insolent. My 29-year-old angel of mercy." The hands cupped my 36-Bs and a little shock went through my body. "And your flat stomach with a tiny belly button begging to have an olive stuffed into it as an appetizer." The fingers slid down my stomach and tickled my pubic hair. "Oh, shut up, Greg. Just stuff yourself up into of me. Pack my bag." "And I will close my eyes in sleep dreaming of your warm, tight pussy." And here his finger slid over my slippery little clit, making me jump. "Oooh, shut up some more." Then I felt his warm tool separate my lips and wiggle itself wormlike into my pussy, centimeter by centimeter. My catlike fingernails found a firm grip on his back. Momentarily, I wondered how many centimeters equaled six inches of cock. I lay under the weight of his body, welcoming this wonderful man home again, rising to meet his thrusts and taking little nips out of his collar bone with my pearly whites. Hips banged against hips in an accelerating rhythm before his hands gripped my ass, pulling me tight to his loins, and his tool began making short pile driver jabs. Our bellies slapped wetly as he plunged into my pelvis, trying to find some elusive organ deep in my body. He was searching for treasure buried deep in my soft flesh. Somewhere, I heard a panting ooh ooh ooh sound and realized I was puffing like a little steam engine trying to climb a steep hill. The top of the hill was in sight. I could feel it deep inside me, a nuclear explosion that was growing as he pumped me harder. Then I blew with a tiny screech, body stiffening and legs scissoring his hips, fingernails digging deeper. Simultaneously, I felt Greg shoot off inside me, his cum filling my cavities with milk. He collapsed onto my sweat-soaked breasts and I hugged this darling man. * * * There's this joke about the guy seeing his shrink and he tells the doc every Rorschach picture reminds him of sex. Doc is perplexed, but the man explains, "You're the one showing me the dirty pictures." Get it? Everything in my life makes me think of sex. And if you stop to consider it, it's probably the same with you. I climax looking at a kielbasa sizzling on the grill. I like love, affection, sentimentality, all that Hollywood stuff, but mainly I get off on the feel of having a man plunge deep inside me, fulfilling me with his warm flesh and hot juices. Please, I am not a whore and the word 'nympho' is so last year. Please admit it, if you're a man you'd like to stick it in every good looking woman. And, unless, you're frigid or a nun, you'd like to be porked by a man. We women have the advantage, however, because we can take it and take it and keep coming back for more. Sex is a never-ending feast. I wiped away a little tear as I left Greg's place. I'd miss him until his return, but I had miles to go. Mainly, a long trip downtown to see Adam in the West Village and deliver a stern lecture. Adam was the go-to guy in politics and was finally making a run for elected office. "You could be the next Kennedy or Clinton with your charisma and looks," I'd told him many times. "But you have to have solutions to the district's problems and the solutions are laid out in position papers." "I have the perfect position," he said pulling me onto his body in the upholstered chair. "We can talk later." "No!" I exclaimed. "Schools, community involvement, more jobs. We need to think about..." At that, he pulled my head down to his crotch while unzipping his khakis. "More involvement. Can you take it all in?" I cursed myself for being such a spineless political advisor. Me, a corporate communications chief and I couldn't get the client to think beyond a blow job. "Oh, all right!" I withdrew his beautiful dick from his trousers and let my tongue slide over the pink head. I did a merry-go-round on the end as his tool got impossibly large with blue veins hiding under the pink skin. I sucked gently, the way I'd do if he was an ice cream soda and this was a gigantic straw. "Now I'm going to take you all the way in — and don't you dare cum till I tell you to!" I slid this magnificent piece of flesh over my lips and let my tongue play around the smooth shaft. Distantly, I heard Adam give a soft groan of pleasure. My head moved closer and the cock began to slip down my throat. I bobbed my head a few times to let him slide in and out and then dove for his ball sack. Adam was deep in my throat and there were still inches to go. Getting a deep breath I pushed forward and enveloped him past the gag reflex. I swallowed, letting my throat muscles stroke his dick, pulled my head back and then plunged forward again so the meat went all the way down and there was no more shaft. His public hair was tickling my nose making me want to giggle and sneeze at the same time. He was definitely fucking my throat, or was I doing him? I knew I was getting wet between my legs. Getting an idea, I drew his cock out of my mouth. "Lie down on the floor," I ordered. He looked bewildered — but intrigued — as I pulled off my tights and panties, then settled my hips over his pelvis. I wiggled and shoved, hearing one little "ouch" as I got him settled into my box like a finger in my glove, and then I rode him like a bronco. Up and down, feeling that magnificent dick bury itself up to my cervix. "There's more room in the womb," I whispered, but I don't think he heard me, with his mouth open and his eyes closed and his hands grasping frantically at my breasts. My nipples were slippery little stones under his pinching fingertips. I was trying to be careful not to hurt Adam or sprain that wonderful cock, but I needed the pleasure, I had to cum. The climax was calling as I rose and settled on his hips, and then the heavenly feeling began to fill me and capture my mind and body. The little screech came from my lips again and I fell forward on Adam's chest. "Thank you, my darling," I whispered. God he smelled good. Hormones and aftershave. When we both had washed and were picking at little sandwiches he'd ordered, I had his complete attention. I talked political strategy. He listened, only occasionally blinking his beautiful brown eyes or running his fingers through a shock of brown hair in thought. "Jennifer, I'd like you to work on my campaign. Be an organizer." I laughed. "I'm doing this 'cause I need your copulating. You fill me with great pleasure, my darling man." "Don't go, Jennifer. Stay awhile." I looked at my watch. Past noon and miles to go before...well, who knows what? "Next time, Adam," I said adjusting my tunic top and tights. "We'll do something new," and I kissed him lightly on the lips. * * * I took the IND subway into Brooklyn smiling at the city that I loved and which loved me back with great excess. My career ladder was beckoning at the agency, my 401(k) was toddling along like a baby learning to walk, and my body was exploding with appreciation at being a woman. And Antoine was waiting. "Cherie," he chortled as he ushered me into his brownstone. Antoine the artist was such a happy guy, at least when his paintings were selling, which was most of the time. Antoine was a bit on the heavy side, but having all that meat on top of me could be a great joy, like burying myself under a downy comforter. "Comment ça va?" I asked, exhausting my French vocabulary. "How is my favorite artist?" "Bien, bien. Come sit down. My friend Alain and I are having a glass of wine and talking about the terrible state of the world." A young man stood up and extended his hand. "Enchantée," he said, kissing my hand. "Wow, that is so Continental, Alain. Pleased to meet you." "Actuellement, I asked Alain to come over to meet you. I said you were the most accomplished, beautiful woman in New York. That you had breasts made to fit a Margarita glass, a derrière like two plucked chickens." "Chickens? Sometimes I think they're hams," I muttered at these compliments. He put a glass of wine in my hand and guided me to the sofa. Antoine is a very neat, clean artist, I might mention. Not a speck of paint on him or his clothes — the dressing gown he was wearing now. His friend Alain was dressed in slacks and a well-tailored shirt. "And," Antoine winked, "her pussy is like two little cherrystone clams that close around an intruder and nibble at it in ecstasy." This last seemed a bit embarrassing, I mean, discussing my cunt in front of a stranger. "Antoine, please stop." I felt my face get red. "Ah, non, it is something to drink to. A toast, to the most delicate, well-trained, symmetrical vagina I have ever seen. I would like to paint it, make a sculpture of it, immortalize your pussy for the world to admire. Please, my dear, let Alain admire it." "Whaaat?" Was he seriously wanting to display me naked to a stranger? He wiggled his fingers, indicating I should disrobe and stand naked like a Greek statue in a museum. "Well, this is very odd," I said in confusion. A silence followed and I found myself kicking off my shoes and drawing down my tights and panties. The cool air from the open windows wafted across my bare thighs. Not knowing what else to so, I awkwardly pulled off my top and dropped my bra in a pile. Then twirled like a runway model. Greek model. "Bravo!" Alain said in admiration, and Antoine clapped softly before wrapping me in his arms. The dressing gown slid from his shoulders and I saw that he had an immense hard-on. "Antoine," I whispered, "I don't think this is a good idea." But a little germ of an idea niggled at me, daring me to see what might happen. Certainly, I knew Antoine was a kindly, generous lover who had once put ten hundred dollar bills in my bra as we kissed goodnight. Didn't this earn a little trust? Lowering me to the sectional sofa, his warm body dropped over mine in a collapsing tent of flesh. His lips found mine and he kissed me deeply and artfully. This was a hero of a lover, a gladiator who had impaled me in places both public and private. If there was a spectator today, well, no matter. I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands over his hairy shoulders, thinking Let the games begin. He was my wooly bear and I was his plaything. Anticipating — and welcoming — the next move, I felt his cock probe between my legs until he found the opening. He rutted blindly until his heavy meat forced itself — gently — past my lips and into my vagina. I helped by raising my hips to open the doorway to my soul. Antoine was big, bigger than most men in width, but artful as he dove through my cave of flesh. My hips rose to meet his thrusts until I felt him firmly seated deep inside my loins. With studied casualness, he pumped himself and caromed off the sides of my vagina, meeting every sweet spot between my legs with vigor and generosity. I was beginning to feel the climax, when he wrapped his thick arms around my back and rolled me on my side. With surprise, I realized a naked Alain had slid onto the sofa. "Antoine, what is...?" "Shhh, don't speak." Abruptly, Antoine pulled out of me, leaving me gasping. He turned me over like an omelette and spread my buttocks, then I felt his thick joint force itself — persistently again — up my bunghole. "No, Antoine, his is not good!" It was not my first time being screwed in the ass, but it's an intensely personal act. An art, but not one of the performing arts before an audience. Too late, his rod was seating itself in my rear end, sliding ever deeper into my bowels until his meat was buried all the way to his groin. I scrunched my eyes closed, vowing not to allow pain to detract from the coming experience. At that moment, Alain spread my knees and inserted his long, thin joint into my pussy. I was the meat in their sandwich. Front and back. Bookended. I was impaled front and rear by these two men as they pushed and withdrew, slowly and delicately, from my body openings. I was a small boat rocking rhythmically on the open sea as these manly waves buffeted my pussy and asshole. My teeth sank instinctively into Alain's neck — gently — as he pronged deeper inside my cunt looking for the most comfortable nest to ejaculate. At the same time, Antoine's dick swirled inside my butt, giving me the strangest sensation. Could the two dicks feel each other through the thin separation between my organs? Were they greeting each other deep inside me? I stopped thinking as the tingle grew into a wave of ecstatic emotion of having my cavities filled, front and back, by two Roman soldiers capturing a Sabine woman. My breasts were heaving at the onslaught of two stiff cocks ramming me—less gently, but insistently—front and back. Then the dam burst and the flood of my climax exploded in my body. And, in one of these too-rare occurrences, Antoine and Alain blew their gobs of cum into my cunt and bowels simultaneously, rocking me with great heaving spasms. I was filled with sperm, covered in sweat, and dripping small tears at the sheer elation of our threesome exploding at the same time. From salty liquid we had emerged eons ago and back to that fertile sea I was returning. "You are my queen, Jennifer," Antoine said softly, and kissed the back of my neck. "I shall remember you forever, ma cherie," Alain said as his lips butterflied over mine. "And I think I shall take up smoking again," I said to myself contentedly. * * * That night I lay in my bathtub with several candles flickering and a cognac at my side. There had been Greg's studious lovemaking in the morning, earnest Adam letting me fuck him at noon, and then -glory be!—Antoine and Alain jumping my bones simultaneously. I loved them all and knew that they loved me, unreservedly and with without hesitation. Was it just because I love to fuck and have a well-made—durable?—cunt? I think not. It's more that I try to give more than I get and ask only for my partners to do the same. My phone tinkled and I saw there was a text message. You were unanimously given 10 stars in 21 reviews, making you the best fuck in NYC. Congrats! I almost dropped the phone in the tub. The texter was an unknown. Who had written me a report card? It was outrageous! Was I being given some Zagat rating like a new entrée on the menu? Like having my phone number scribbled on a men's room wall with the recommendation, "Gives good head, takes it in the ass." The text went on: Relax. No one will ever know your name. But those of us rating you will always hold you in the highest respect. I sank back in the tub. Perhaps this was like some Hollywood celebrity claiming her star on the sidewalk, knowing she was the best even if the achievement were somewhat dubious and done solely out of enjoyment. I was in the new America where everything from mouthwash to teachers is rated and given a report card. "Thank you," I said softly to my little pussycat between my legs and ran the washcloth over it teasingly. And I think I saw my pussy wink back at me. # # #