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Round 01

By: sara2play



Elizabeth looked at the message again, staring at it for a long while. Surely it couldn't be as blatant as she had read. So again she looked at the email message. It was from Anthony, her on-line Master.

"Dear Beth, It is time or it is over. Meet me at the cabin on the map included tomorrow or we must end this now. Be prepared if you come that I expect your submission completely. Anthony."

She blinked and closed her computer down. As she lied in bed, she watched the perpetual spin of the ceiling fan. This monotonous show normally lulled her into sleep but tonight it did nothing to clear her racing thoughts. Since her divorce last spring, she had felt completely unlovable and unwanted.

Somehow one night she found herself in a BDSM chat room, which was odd considering she had never thought of herself as even thinking of becoming involved in such a life but nonetheless she was intrigued by it and wanted to learn more. She sat watching people talking and even talked. Many Men would approach her for cyber sex and while Elizabeth would play from time to time, nothing had prepared her for meeting her online Master, who not swept her off her feet but made her feel like the slut she had always wanted to be.

Elizabeth sat at her desk for a long while and finally logged into her favorite chat room. After a few moments, he saw her name and he whispered to her. "What's your decision little one?"

"I'm coming to see You," she wrote and he asked, "Can I call you now? Is your daughter sleeping?"

She agreed and reminded him that her daughter was at her father's for a few weeks. Feeling heady, she picked up the phone and purred, "Hello Master."

"Hello, lil one. Do you know how to get to the cabin?"

"Yes, Master," I received the map and know the route.

"Good, lil one. I want you to bring your toys and your desire to submit," he whispered in that husky voice of his. It felt like his voice was warm water dripping over her body, sliding over her flesh, making her tingle.

"Yes, Master" she literally purred.

"Where are you, slut?" he asked.

"My bedroom Sir."

"Are you naked?"

"I have on my nightgown with no panties, Sir."

"Take it off," he said and she just moaned.

Slipping off her nightgown, the feel of the silk caressing her skin, sent shivers through her. Even his voice sent an electric shiver through her. "I'm naked, Sir."

"Go get your butt plug, your clips, and your vibrator. Tell me you're ready to really play, my little slut."

He pulled out all the toys from the dresser drawer and walked over to the bed. Picking up the phone and putting it to her ear, she whispered, "I'm back , Master."

"Tweak and pull your nipple until it gets rock hard. Use your finger nails and dig hard into the flesh..pull and roll it for 10 times on each nipple, sweet slut."

She took her nipple into her fingers and not so gently pulled it..twisted it and sunk her finely manicured nails into the flesh. With the phone perched between her cheek and shoulder, she moaned out loud into the receiver. She counted out each time she did his bidding and when she was done, she was breathing harder and faster.

"I want to be with you, my little minx. Do you want me there, my sweet slut?"

"Yes," she breathed, "I want you so much."

"Good," he said huskily, "because I'm parked in parking lot just outside your house, sweet slut. Do you want me to knock on your door?"

"Yes," she said excitedly, "do you want to dress first to open the door?"

"No," he said as she heard the knock on the door.

She opened the door and he was standing there admiring her beauty. Suddenly she blushed from the top of her head over her naked breasts, down her belly. He was dressed in a pair of jeans with a button down shirt and blazer. His dark hair was combed back and his eyes were dark and intense as he asked, "May I come in?"

She stepped back and he walked into her living room. He cupped her face and kissed her hungrily on the lips as if sealing his ownership over her mind and body. He whispered against her ear, "I want to see you, my sexy slut."

He sat down on her couch and she walked naked toward him. She was petite with medium curly dark hair that ended just at her shoulders, dark blue eyes, and alabaster skin. His eyes roamed over nakedness, down her breasts, over her breasts, down her flared hips, over her mound (completely shaved) and then down to her painted pink toe nails. His intense gaze made her feel a bit self conscious and she was about to cover her breasts as he shook his head. "Beautiful slut, come here."

She walked over to him, with hands behind her back. Sliding down to a kneeling position, she bowed her head. He lifted her chin and said, "Stand up for me slut."

She rose to her feet and he said, "Show me what you were doing to your breasts."

She closed her eyes and he said, "Look at me, show me that lust, my slut."

With gaze locked to his, she tweaked and rolled her nipples. Her head went back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened when she felt his hand slip over her mound and his fingers gently circled her aching clit.

"Turn around, slut."

She turned and he smacked her ass hard. Surprised she jumped and looked over her shoulder at him. "You didn't follow my directions, slut, so now I'm going to spank you."

"Yes, Master," she purred wondering how the sweet pain of sting on her reddened ass could feel like punishment because it sent electric jolts straight into her aching cunt. 

He turned her around, took her hand and pulled her across his lap. Her ass was under his hand and her breasts touching the side of his thigh and her forehead pressed against the fabric of the couch. He smacked her fleshy cheeks one then the other over and over six times on each one. Leaving stinging red marks over her ass, she was writhing not in pain but in pleasure against his leg. He dipped his finger into her cunt and felt how excited that got her so he smacked her harder and she actually screamed out. He pulled her hair back toward him, making her crane her neck upward. "Tell me, my slut, how did that feel?"

"Incredible Master," she purred and he helped her stand up. She took his hand and they went to her bedroom. On the bed was her butt plug, clips and vibrator. 

"Did you buy the sashes I told you to bring to the cabin?"

She went to the toy drawer and brought out 7 black silk sashes. He grinned and told her to lie back on the bed. She leaned up and he kissed her hard. Soon their kissing grew feverish and he was nibbling on her neck. She was holding onto him, rubbing her body against him as he pulled her closer. 

He pulled away, took a deep breath, and then tied her wrist with one sash that he tied to the bedpost. He repeated with her other wrist and then lifted her bottom and stuffed a pillow beneath her, causing her hips to tip upward, making her asshole and pussy more accessible to his ministrations.

He then tied each ankle to the other posts making her spread eagle on the bed. After gently kissing her lips, he whispered against her ear, "Do you trust me, my sweet slut?"

She nodded her head and whispered, "Of course I do Master." He tied a sash around her head, covering her eyes. She sighed softly as she rested her head against the pillow.

"Concentrate on my touch, sweet slut. Give yourself to me and let go."

Next he wound a sash around her breast, pulling it tighter and tighter until the breast turned purple and then he placed clip on the nipple. She was squirming beneath him, panting really, and moaning passionately as he did it to the other breast.

Next he started to lick and ravish her pussy with his insistent tongue. He started by slowly licking each lip that were already wet with her juices using just the tip of his silky tongue. He tasted her and felt her quiver as his tongue circled her clit. She was raising her hips to meet his delicious tongue.

Next he squirted some lubricant on her plug and wiggled it into her ass, making her gasp. It was 2 inches wide and 6 inches long and it made her moan as he thrust it in and out a few times. He then started to lick her again, enjoying the luscious taste of her cunt, now drooling so hard. Just as she was on the edge of cumming, he stopped and she growled, "Please Sir."

He eased off the bed and she heard the zipper and whisper of clothes being peeled off his body.

He gently smacked her pussy over and over with his palm before inserting her dildo deep inside her, spreading her cunt even more. He pushed the vibration button and then kneeled over head, placing both knees around her head. His cock was at the opening of her mouth, which she happily opened for him. Passionately she sucked on him, running her silky tongue up and over the length of it, tasting the sweetness of it. She licked the head of his thick cock, dragging her teeth over it and then sucked him into her throat. He took a hold of her hair and started to push and pull her up and down on his cock. "Yes, slut, that's it," he hissed.

Precum dripped from his cock that she licked and sucked from him. Suddenly he stiffened as she was sucking hard and sprayed his semen into her mouth as she drank him dry. He fell onto his back for a moment and looked at her, licking her lips. "Did you enjoy sucking your Master, my sweet slut?"

She turned her head and whispered hotly, "Oh yes, Master. It made me quiver."

"Good," he whispered against her ear. He pulled on the chain lying in the valley of her breasts, causing exquisite pain in her stinging nipples. Her swollen and now deep purple breasts received a licking from her Master. He untied them allowing the blood to rush back, causing a powerful rush of tingles and electric stings to flood into her breasts, sending a powerful ache in her drooling pussy. He pulled the chain hard, causing the nipple clips to come off and another powerful shock. She screamed out her pleasure as he had scooted to the end of the bed to untie her ankles. He lifted her feet over his shoulders and eased into her silky wet cunt. He pressed into her aching cunt with one powerful thrust, causing her pussy to throb. She was moaning and arching her back as he lifted her hips and pushed his thick cock in and out of her pussy, rubbing against her g-spot. She screamed out, "Master, may I please..may I please cum?"

He wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned over her as he gave her a kiss. He growled, "Cum slut, now!"

She released and squeezed his cock hard with her velvet walls, milking his thick cock. She matched thrust for thrust as they found that perfect rhythm. He pulled her sashes and she was able to put her arms around his shoulders and arched up to meet his kisses. Her whole body shuddered and squeezed him as her mouth fell open into an "O" and she started feel those electric pulses of an incredible climax. He followed her climax with one of his own.

Sweaty and spent, he collapsed on top of her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she hugged him fiercely and giggled when he asked, "So how did you like round 1, slut?"

"Round 1?" she whispered surprised and giddy.

He looked at her and cupped her face with his hands. "I've just begun, slut."

Round 01



When I walk in the room I start by taking your face in my hands and kissing you gently on the eyelids. Then I kiss your cheeks ever so lightly it feels like the caress of a feather. From there I plant the most urgent but softest kiss on your lips, enjoying the building pressure before teasing your lips to part with my tongue to seek out yours. Our tongues dance and play and taste each other until I draw mine back into my mouth and make yours chase it so I can close my lips and try to suck your tongue completely in. Breaking our kiss to take a breath I then kiss your chin and slowly move my lips along your cheekbone until I reach your ear so I can lick and nibble the lobe all the while feeling you shiver with pleasure in my arms.

From the lobe I nibble my way down your neck with the occasional flick of my tongue thrown in to make you shiver again. Reaching the nape of your neck I lick the hollow there and then start to nibble a little harder, still tasting your skin between nips until finally not being able to hold myself back I suck a piece of skin into my mouth and bite down listening to you cry out in ecstasy as you throw your head back. As I bite I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back further making you cry out louder. Finally after what feels like a blissful eternity I release your neck and move as if to kiss you again, instead sucking your bottom lip into my mouth to gently nibble it as well.

Meanwhile I release your hair and my hands slide along your shoulders and down to caress your bare breasts, I enjoy both their weight in my hands and the softness of your skin. Slowly, teasingly I start to move my thumbs in unison around your nipples, perfect circles close to but never touching the actual nipples themselves. When I feel the time is right, I release your lip then lower my head and suck one of your now erect nipples into my mouth for my tongue to play with. After a couple of swirls I carefully drag my teeth over that nipple, then bring my mouth to the other nipple and repeat the same motions, my hands still slowly kneading the flesh of your breasts.

As your back arches I slide my hands from your breasts and around to your back coming to rest cupping your ass as I start to lift you off your feet, my mouth still locked over a nipple sucking and biting it. Your legs wrap around my back and I can feel the heat from between your legs as I carry you to the bed. Laying you on your back I bring my hands to your sides and let go of your nipple to plant a deep kiss in the valley between your breasts and then lick my way down your torso tracing a circle around your bellybutton. I bring my hands down along your sides and lay them to rest on your thighs and with just a little pressure I encourage you to open your legs wide for me.

Moving my head to the right I start kissing your inner thigh, now and then licking in small circles as I move closer to your most private and sensitive parts. I love the way you writhe and moan as I lick and kiss closer and closer, and your body shivers with electricity when I purse my lips and blow air softly across your clit as I pass over and start kissing the other thigh. I can feel your disappointment and your hands move to my head to force me back. I push your hands out of the way and continue kissing and licking your thigh, again making small circles as I move closer and closer to the centre. 

Finally, when I sense your frustration and excitement are about equal I place my tongue over your pussy lips and taste your heat and juices. For my first full lick I start at the base of your slit and go in one stroke up to your clit, then move my tongue around it without touching it, still teasing you even now. Spreading your lips with my tongue, your juices trickle into my mouth and I point my tongue and burrow deeper into your folds. Again your hands move to the back of my head and your fingers tangle in my hair while you let out a moan of satisfaction and try to press my head in closer. Slowly and deliberately I start to slide my tongue in and out, enjoying your taste and how you feel on the inside. I take my hands and entwine them with yours getting you to release my head and I look up along your body to make eye contact with you. Through heavy lidded eyes you look at me as I move my mouth over your clit and finally start to suck on it.

You cry out when I start to nibble that most sensitive nub, and I alternate sucking and biting feeling you ride waves of pleasure that are flowing through your body. One of my hands releases yours and I guide it to your entrance then slide one and then a second finger inside you while I apply pressure to your clit with my tongue. Faster and faster my fingers and tongue move, their pace increasing and matching as the energy builds within you. Finally the dam breaks, your juices start to flow and I release your clit and try to lick up every drop as you moan louder and louder, riding the orgasm that is now rocking your body. Riding every wave I keep licking up your juices, cleaning your lips while you start to come back down. Finally it passes and I stand up, looking over your sweat soaked and mildly satisfied body. You smile up at me as I undo my belt, let my pants fall and tell you to get ready for round two...



Round 02



I step out of my pants and walk around to the side of the bed, coming to a stop near your head. You roll over and reach a hand up to stroke the bulge in my jockeys. Now it's my turn to shiver as an electric shock courses through my body. Brushing your hand away for just a moment, I slide off my jockeys and straighten up so you are now facing my eight inch cock. A tingling again starts at the base of my spine as you take hold of the shaft and start to slide your hand along it. As your hand moves it draws back my foreskin to reveal the head, glistening already with pre cum. Looking up at me and smiling hungrily, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, licking the head once like a lollipop before gliding it along the underside of the shaft as I enter your mouth.

I'm in heaven, or at least I think I can see it on the inside of my closed eye lids. My head connects with the roof of your mouth and continues to slide further in. Your tongue seems to be everywhere at once, first near the head, then trying to wrap around the shaft. All the while you take more and more of me into your mouth. Now it's my turn to gasp as my knees get weak from your attentions. At about six inches, you change direction and start to slide my cock out of your mouth. Keeping just the head in, you wrap your right hand around the shaft, now slick with your saliva, and start to pump back and forth. At the same time you begin sucking on my head, your cheeks are drawn inward from the vacuum effect and it feels like my head is expanding in your mouth. 

Just when I think this can't feel any better, you bring that talented tongue into play again. Sliding around my head, triggering nerve endings before it stiffens to a point and gently prods the slit at the tip, trying to coax out more pre cum. You moan as you get another taste and the vibrations travel down the shaft and rattle my spine. I place my hands on either side of your head for support and run my fingers through your hair as you release the shaft and start to slide forward again. You look up at me and our eyes make contact as inch after inch of my cock disappears past your lips. I reach the back of your mouth and wonder how much more of this I can take, when you surprise me again, tilting your head up just a little, my cock slides easily into your throat. I never knew until now, you don't have a gag reflex.

Your nose brushes against my pelvis and you reach around, grab my ass and pull me forward, trying to get every last possible inch of me inside your mouth. Using a swallowing action you start to milk my cock with your throat and I start to see stars while lightning plays along my nerve endings. After what seems like an eternity suspended in ecstasy, you draw back, releasing me from your throat to draw in a deep breath. Looking up at me and smiling that wicked, mischievous smile, you wink at me and wrap your lips around me again. Your tongue slides out past your lips and down the shaft again as you start to bob your head back and forth, this time acting like a woman half crazed and half starved.

As you work your way back up from the base, you bring your right hand up to start stroking me again as you work on my head, then you reach up and take my balls in your left hand and start to gently kneed and squeeze the sac. I start to slowly thrust my hips back and forth in time with your stroking and we settle into a steady but urgent rhythm, your hands coating my cock and balls in a combination of your saliva and my natural lubrication. I let go of your hair and lean forward to brace myself on a wall, between your mouth and hands I don't know how much longer I can hold on before I'll explode. Letting go with your right hand you take me deep into your mouth again and I let out a long low moan that cuts short when I feel your hand slide up behind and your index finger starts teasing around my asshole.

This is new, but in combination with everything else you're doing to m, the feeling is fantastic. I lean forward a little farther to give you easier access and you take full advantage as you start to prod and press your saliva coated finger against my rear entrance. My next breath catches in my throat as your finger slips past the entrance and up inside me for the first time. Time stops, or at least it seems to as I adjust to this new sensation and try to mentally process what's happening...until you start to move your head and finger back and forth in the same movement and all I can think about is how amazing it all feels. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and start to move my hips again, now in time with you sucking my cock while you finger fuck me. The pleasure is overwhelming now and when you find and start to stroke my prostate I tell you that I can't hold back any longer.

My announcement unbelievably causes you to redouble your efforts sucking at my cock head, and as you slide your finger out of my ass I lean backward and close my eyes. I grab the sides of your head again and this time start fucking your face as my orgasm starts to take hold. You release my sac and it boils over, flooding my cock with cum before it shoots out from the head and down into your throat. The first shot proves you can gag and I pull back as shot after shot of cum fills your mouth. I feel your tongue spring to life and start lapping around my shaft as you swallow every last drop that I have to give, not wanting to spill or waste a drop or let any leak past your lips. Finally the spurting subsides and I let go of your head, you pull back so my cock pops out of your mouth then lick the shaft as clean as you can to get any residue. I sit on the bed and then fall backwards on the mattress, still in awe of the blow job you've just given me. You lie alongside me equally spent of energy, or so I let you think. Catching your eye I point down along my body to my still full erection, your eyes go wide as we get ready for round three...



Round 3: Wife Is In Heaven



After an incredible round of sexual passion with Eric, my husband looks eager and more ready than ever to join and have some fun. 

I release his manhood from my hungry mouth where he left my present as Eric pulls out slowly from my womanhood. Mike is watching Eric’s dick slide out of my cum soaked pussy with enthusiasm and excitement. I can’t believe how much he seems to be enjoying me with another man, I am finding that it not only excites me but is a turn on for me too.

Mike moves down to my pussy with no delay and starts to eat my well fucked pussy dripping with cum from Eric and me. He is getting his tongue deep into my pussy and it feels wonderful. I see Eric’s dick glistening from our cum, still wet and pull him to my mouth. I want a taste of us too. Ummm it does taste good, no wonder my husband is going to town on my pussy. I moan uncontrollably from the excitement and pleasure that I feel as well as what they are feeling. Eric’s cock in my pussy was so incredible and it is heaven in my mouth as I clean him dry of our juices. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, my husband is eating my creampie and I have Eric’s dick in my mouth and I’m going to suck him for all he is worth. 

Mike is ready by now to take his turn fucking my pussy. He has told me that my pussy feels so good after it has been fucked and filled, well it has definitely been fucked and filled. He moans with pleasure and so do I as he slides his rock hard 7” into me. Eric is moaning too as he pumps my mouth and his 8” tool is coming back to life. 

Mike wastes no time as he starts to pump my pussy with is dick telling me how good it feels, how much he wants to fuck me and how much he loves watching me suck Eric’s dick. He verbally encourages me to suck Eric good, his balls too. This is too good to be true, I am getting fucked and am sucking two of the hottest looking men with two of the greatest dicks and my husband not only wants it all but loves it and is encouraging every bit and then some. A girl couldn’t ask for a better husband, he loves me and loves to share me with his best friend. I will admit, I love this, I love getting fucked by these two men and I want more!!

Mike is tearing my pussy up, each thrust into my pussy I feel him bottom out and it’s great. Eric is feeling up my breasts as I milk his cock back to life so that when Mike goes he’ll be ready to take over and fuck me some more. I want them to take turns and fuck me all day. 

Watching Mike I realize that he is mesmerized by me sucking Eric and have noticed that the more I suck him, the more intense I get with it the hard his thrust on my pussy get. I can see now that the better I suck Eric’s tasty dick the better my pussy is getting fucked. This will be not only be an easy task for me but a no brainer!

Eric is pretty hard by now and Mike is still pounding my pussy with a passionate fury. It is now that Eric is not only moaning beyond control but lets me know that he is about ready. My eyes focus on my husband with the obvious question, does he want me to swallow Eric’s sweet load? “Swallow if you want to, I’d love to watch, I’d love to taste him on your lips”! Oh god I love this man, and I will love complying with his wish. I feel Eric’s dick start to swell in my mouth, the moment is here. It tastes so good, so sweet and hot. I swallow every drop trying to suck more that he can supply. Mike stops his assault on my pussy and moves toward my lips as I let go of Eric’s dick my husband plants the hardest most passionate kiss on my lips I’ve felt in a long time. He’s moaning as I am at the fire between us. He releases my lips and resumes his attack on my pussy while I once again resume mine on Eric’s now tired cock. I can and will bring this back to life as I do not want to stop now, I want to get fucked, fucked good and I want it from these two gentlemen. 

Mike can go no more it seems as he lets me know he is going to give my pussy another dose of juice. He must have gotten really worked up watching me suck Eric’s dick because this is the second load of cum from him and I feel him fill me. Each spurt of seed is coming out of him with such thrust and quantity it sends me into another orgasm. They make me feel so dam good and they feel so dam good. If I feel have as good to them as they feel to me then they truly are in heaven. 

I’m sucking Eric’s balls as I feel Mike getting soft inside me. I love that feeling as well as the feeling of a soft cock in my mouth getting hard. Mike starts to suck my nipples while keeping an eye on my unconscious attack of Eric’s balls and dick with my mouth. I’m hungry for this dick; I want it, more of it. I can’t get enough now. 

Eric moves off the bed to position himself between my legs. He motions to Mike to move. Eric starts to lick and suck on my vagina! Oh that feels good. I let my husband know how good they feel as I pull him to me. I want to suck his dick and balls and I want to suck them dry while Eric uses his tongue on my pussy and eats me good. He seems to like it as well. He eats my pussy with hunger as I do the same to my husbands beautiful cock. 

These two have no idea how good I feel right now. They have no idea how good they feel to me, how good they taste, smell and look. I want to eat them both up!!! I want them, in me, on me, all over me. 

I suck my husband’s balls as I watch him watch Eric eating my pussy. His eyes seem to move to Eric’s cock as well. Why?

He pulls back and leans over and kisses me ever so softly, so gentle, licking and sucking each lip. He tells me to turn over so that I am bent over the bed. Eric gives me room and I see now what Mike was looking at. Eric is almost full hard by now as well as my husband. Mike lies on the bed with my face at his crotch as I feel Eric slowly slide his dick into my hungry, begging pussy. It feels so good, so wanted, so needed and desired. I feel Eric quickly get hard inside me, thrusting deep, deeper than he has before. It feels great, I want it I want to get fucked, fucked good, fucked by him. I want his load of seed again, I want it all. I’m moaning and panting with a passion by now, I mean this is a dream come true. I’m afraid I’m going to wake up! Eric is pounding the hell out of my pussy and I am loving it. I can’t help but start to scream, “oh yea, that’s it fuck me fuck me hard, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill me with your seed, fuck me”! “I’m going to fuck you and fuck you good. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum. Your pussy feels so dam good around my dick, I want to fuck you so bad.” Mike is in heaven. His precum is flowing heavy. My just desserts, I love precum! I suck him and suck him hard as the three of us are moaning from ecstasy. I want to love on these to forever, I want to drain every last drop of cum from them, I want it in me where ever I can get it. 

My wish is about to come true, Mike’s precum is so heavy I think he is cuming and Eric has said so. It is all too perfect, I feel Eric cuming in my pussy as he thrusts his dick into my pussy deep and Mike is spurting as I start my orgasm from the excitement. I suck every drop of my husbands sweet delicious seed and my pussy is busy making it’s own cum and squeezing Eric’s dick of every drop it can get from his lovely dick.

We all three collapse on the bed from exhaustion. I lie there wondering, “is there more ahead? Can I fuck them ALL day? I want too!”



Round About



The Amish have a little known tradition called Round About. From the ages of 16 to 21, they can do whatever they want, smoke, drink, have sex, everything the Amish frown upon. When they turn 21, they have the choice of remaining Amish or joining the outside world. This is a story about two young people experimenting with sex and pornography. It is in no way a true story; I mean no offense to the Amish.

“Are you sure this is the correct place? It is so, hidden; if we did not have the directions, we would not have found it.”

“Yes, it is as my brother described it to me. He said that they do not want to attract too much attention. Do you still want to do this?”

“Of course I do Daniel, we have been sheltered from the outside world. I want to experience what other young people do. My older sister persists in telling me how it is between men and women; I want to experience this for myself. Annie says that with the right partner, great pleasure can be had. You do not want this pleasure?”

“Perhaps more than you, Becky. You do not understand what it is to be a man. Our bodies, they, ah, become excited when thinking of women,” Daniel blushed bright red under Becky’s curious scrutiny. “When I think of you, it is all I can do not to rip your clothes off and take you. I want very much to be with you intimately. Let us go inside.”

He took her hand and led her into what his brother had called an ‘adult book store.’ From what Jacob had told him, it was not a place for young women. But Becky had insisted on accompanying him. She had said that she wanted the experience so she knew how to please him. 

He blushed and became aroused at the thought of just how Becky would ‘please him.’ Daniel did not know much about sex other than that is was supposed to be enjoyable. All he really wanted was relief from the burning in his loins. 

Once inside the store, Daniel and Becky took in their surroundings. The walls were covered with paintings of men and women in various coital poses, some which seemed to defy physical abilities. 

Shelves lined the walls around the paintings. They held video boxed sporting titles such as ‘Foot Fetish’ and ‘Strictly Anal.’ Other shelves held impossibly large dildos in every color imaginable. Yet another shelf was dedicated to something called ‘bondage.’

Daniel squirmed futilely to hide the bulge forming inside his pants. He could see from the knowing glances of the few other customers that he was fooling no one. Except Becky. She was staring about her with a look of amazement and intense curiosity on her beautiful face. Daniel was glad that all of this did not repulse her. He also noticed that she was also fidgeting. Was she as aroused as he was?

She dropped his hand and went to the shelf of dildos. She picked a large one up and carefully examined it. When she twisted it about in her hand, it began to vibrate. She almost dropped it. “Daniel, what is this thing?”

From its shape, he had a good idea what it was used for but did not understand why anyone would use one. Wasn’t that what men were for? Just as he was about to answer, a blond with the biggest chest Daniel had ever seen approached them. She was dressed in tight pants and a baby tee with the store’s logo on it.

“Well darlin’ I can see that yer a little confused. Don’t yer parents explain anything to ya?”

Becky dumbly shook her head.

“I suppose not. Would ya like to know what that little contraption is for? Sure ya do. Well, it’s called a dildo. When a woman gets all hot an’ bothered and there’s no un around to help her out, she turns this puppy on and helps herself. Do you catch my meanin’? No? Okay, a little more detail. When ya feel the need, ya flip the switch an’ put it in yer pussy. Between the vibratin’ and the clit stimulator, yer guaranteed to orgasm.”

Despite the words the woman used, Becky got the gist. Blushing she replaced the item. “I do not believe I like the idea of someone touching themselves. Why do something so base? Daniel is all I need.”

The blond grinned back at her. “Well darlin’ that’s fine with me. How about a video? It would explain some things yer parents left out.” She led them over to a rack of movies at the front of the store. “This one should do, and this one for a little how to.” She handed them two boxes, one with the title ‘Only Oral,’ the other was titled ‘Basic Sex.’ “I suppose ya don’t have a VCR at home?” 

They shook their heads.

“Well, in that case, y’all can use the back room. I lend it out to a few special people. It’s right through that door. I’ll see how it’s goin’ in a little while. Enjoy!”

Clearly dismissed Daniel led Becky into the small room. In held only a bed and a TV. The bed looked inviting, all red and black silk. Daniel took the ‘Only Oral’ video from the box and put it in the VCR. After a minute of pushing buttons, he got it to play. Joining Becky on the bed, he focused his attention on the screen.

The picture that appeared shocked them both. There was a petite woman kneeling on the floor in front of a large man. They were both naked. The man was pointing his enormous cock at the woman’s pouting lips. At his sharp command, she began licking the length of him.

Daniel was utterly fascinated. He had never imagined anything beyond the basic act of coupling. The picture before him opened up a new world of interesting things he and Becky could do.

The scene on the movie equally excited Becky. She was not thinking about Daniel however. She was focused solely on the feelings coursing through her body. Heat was pooling low in her belly causing much more intense sensations then she had ever felt before. She could feel moisture between her legs where there had never been any before. Her breasts felt heavy, they ached to be touched. Her body felt, alive. 

She did not completely forget Daniel however. When she glanced in his direction, she found him shifting back and forth, uncomfortably, one hand rubbing his lap. Becky didn’t known what a penis looked like, and never thought much about them. She imagined that walking around everyday with one would be uncomfortable. The man on the movie’s was enormous! Were all men’s that size? Were they always erect?

Becky moved closer to Daniel, needing to touch him. Reassured by his presence, she turned her attention back to the screen. The man’s cock was now inside the woman’s mouth, an impressive accomplishment, considering his size. His hands were in her hair, controlling her movement. At first he guided her gently along his shaft. But it wasn’t long before he was grunting and moving her more quickly, practically ramming her face into his pelvis.

After only a few seconds of frenzied activity, the man froze, then pumped one last time into her mouth. Daniel and Becky could not understand what had happened until his cum oozed from her mouth. Both of them understood then, having seen animals mating. They both wondered silently why the man had spent himself in the woman’s mouth. Nothing would come of wasting his sperm outside of her vagina. They both concluded that it must be for the pleasure of the act and nothing more.

Becky’s earlier question was answered at the sight of the man’s now flaccid cock although it raised a new question. How would the man please his partner with his deflated member? That question was also soon answered. 

The man was now sprawled on the bed, seemingly exhausted. The woman climbed up his body, licking as she went. The man’s limp cock twitched but stayed down. When she reached his face, she kissed him deeply before sitting astride him, her pussy aligned with his mouth

Becky gasped when his tongue darted out to lick her slowly. The woman threw her head back and moaned at the contact. Several minutes passed before she to climaxed. The video ended with a shot of the couple sleeping curled around one another.

The sexual spell broken, Daniel and Becky looked at one another. Their eyes burned with hot desire only the other could satisfy. Becky broke the silence.

“Daniel, I feel very odd. I am hot, here,” She touched the apex of her thighs to show him. “And I feel wet.”

Daniel couldn’t talk, he took her hand and put it on his bulge. She understood him and unbuttoned his trousers quickly. Reaching inside freed his member. Her eyes were glued to the sight of his excited flesh. He was smaller than the man from the movie but she didn’t care. Daniel was perfect as he was.

While still staring, she began to unbutton her dress. Her clumsy fingers fumbled, unable to free herself from her clothing. Daniel took over and quickly had her nude. His eyes were drawn to her full breasts. Without thinking, he cupped them, massaging her with is supple fingers.

Becky arched her back, trying to get closer to his wonderful hands. She gasped and moaned, effectively communicating her pleasure. Heartily encouraged, Daniel lowered his mouth to one hard nipple. He laved her breast extensively before moving his attention to the other.

She could feel the tension building in her loins, begging to be released. Only one thing could assuage her need. Regretfully, she pushed him away and began ripping his clothes from him. Daniel didn’t object, he wanted to bury himself deeply in her silky pussy and never come out.

He was as naked as she was in seconds. Daniel now took the initiative. He lowered her to the bed, caressing her as he went. As much as he wanted to go slow, savor the moment that they would join together, he felt frenzied with want for her.

He swiftly parted her thighs to ease his way. The sight he revealed took is breath away. She was like a beautiful flower, red, hot and wet for him. Without another thought, he plunged into her. He was surprised when he met resistance. It tore easily under his assault however. Marshalling all of his control, Daniel held himself still and gazed down into Becky’s scrunched face.

She was clearly in pain. “Becky, what is wrong, how did I hurt you?”

“It is alright, my sister told me that it might hurt the first time. It is passing now. Please Daniel, love me.”

That was all he needed. He withdrew and plunged back in, setting a hurried rhythm. Becky easily matched him, arching to meet his downward strokes. All thought was gone from their minds as they strove together towards the peak of their pleasure. Their pace quickened minutely, the bed protesting loudly under their assault. Seconds later, they orgasmed together. Cum shot deep into her womb, she gladly took it all, reveling in the sensation of warm liquid splashing deep inside her.

Daniel collapsed atop her, winded. They didn’t hear the door close softly.

“I tell ya, them Amish kids sure can fuck. All that sheltering just makes em’ all the hotter for it.” The blond chuckled to herself before going back to her job.



Round And Round



After a long stressful week at work, I decide to go out to a local bar with the intentions of finding a man to unwind with. I'm wearing a tight black leather mini-skirt (with crotchless panties and no pantyhose), a sheer black blouse over my favorite lacy black push-up bra, black stiletto heels, and a long black leather jacket.

Almost immediately after I enter the bar, our eyes lock from across the room. You walk over and buy me a drink. A few drinks later, we find ourselves out on the dance floor. We dance closer and closer until our bodies are touching. I try not to notice the bulge in your pants pressing against me as my perky tits rub against your chest. Your hands are groping my ass and I'm getting hotter and wetter by the minute.. I guide one of your hands to my thigh. You catch on quickly and are soon rubbing my clit. I wrap my arms around your neck and moan softly in your ear. mmmmmmm... You look pleasantly surprised to feel the easy access to my pussy. Your fingers work their way inside my wet hot box. I look around to see who might be watching us, but it's so loud, dark, and smoky in here that no one even notices us. Using my long jacket to hide us, I unbutton your jeans and let your hard cock pop free. I stroke it a few times with my small soft hands as my breath quickens. I lead you off the dance floor and into a dark corner of the bar. You sit and I straddle you. My hot wet pussy slides easily up and down your long hard cock. I kiss your neck and ears as I ride your manhood. in and out. up and down..mmmm it feels soo goood.. With one arm around my waist, your other hand finds its way up my shirt to pinch and pull my beaming nipple, making me moan with desire.. oohhhh yessss.. "I'm almost there, baby", I gasp in your ear. My pussy muscles tighten around your cock as wave after wave of orgasm come over me and my juices flow over your cock. I put my hands on your shoulders and continue bouncing up and down, harder and faster, on your hard cock until you groan in my ear, "I'm cumming for you, babe".. Then we head back to your place for Round 2.. 

We are barely in the door when we start shedding our clothes, our hands all over each other. I push you down on your back onto the couch and lay my naked body on top of yours. I kiss you slowly at first, then more passionately as my tongue darts in and out of your mouth. Your lips trace kisses down my neck, to my supple breasts, tasting and sucking one hard nipple, then the other, as my hand rubs your hard cock. I maneuver myself into a 69 position with you. With my pussy rubbing against your face, I proceed to take your cock into my warm, wet mouth. I deep throat your delicious cock.. mmmmmmm so yummmmmyyy.. What an incredible sensation.. your tongue flicking my clit, your fingers pumping away inside my pussy, as I suck your dick harder and faster. You taste sooo goooodd...My sucking becomes animalistic, as my mouth bobs up and down on your cock and I moan loudly. MMMmmmmmmmm. My pussy muscles tighten around you as my climax gets closer and closer...

You lift me up and have me bend over the arm of the couch. I feel your cock rubbing between the cheeks of my ass. I tremble with desire. Your hands hold my hips as you push your cock into my hot wet pussy. I put one of your hands on my hard nipple and the other on my clit. I am almost literally on fire with wanting you. Your cock feels sooo good inside of me. Your thrust harder, faster, in and out, in and out.. so hard I can feel your balls slapping against me. I'm getting closer and closer to my orgasm.. OOHhhhh, I"m cummminnnggg.. FUCK ME HARD, I scream.. Your hands return to my hips as you piston in and out of me, as your climax nears. Your whole body stiffens against me as you empty load after load of cum into my quivering pussy. mmmmmmmmm

As you lay sleeping, I sneak out, leaving my phone number written in lipstick on the bathroom mirrow with a single simple question written beneath it.. Ready for Round 3?



Round and Round We Go



Please read only in the privacy of your bed chambers. Nude.

This was to be your night. For you, for your pleasure only. I ask only in return that you extend your trust to me, and you will be indulged in tactile pleasures as you have only dreamed.

We enter our suite, your knees still wobbly, and the moisture still gushing from between your legs after my oral homage in the elevator, and I ask if you would like me to take you Around the World.

You nod, tentatively, excited, curious. I ask you to slowly take off your dress, leaving on your heels. You strip, peeling the dress from your shoulders slowly and seductively, never taking your eyes off of mine. You stand before me, completely naked from the ankles up, waiting for my next command, entrusting me with your body and desires completely, unequivocally.

I pull my own zipper down and start to touch my already stiff cock. Your eyes widen, in lust, and longing, your gaze now lowering from my eyes to my long cock, eyes transfixed.

I ask if you woukld like me to please you, if you would like to be my lttle slut tonight, and again, you nod, this time more quickly. 

I instruct you to lay down on the bed, and touch your pussy and your breasts. You do, and I watch, approvingly, stroking myself to its maximum length and hardness.

I lean forward, tantalizingly close to you, my breath warm on your cheek, and kiss you gently on the top of your forehead, then down to your earlobes, your eyelids, your cheeks, your neck, and finally, your mouth. You have shared many a wonderful and electrifying kiss, but none quite like this, your entire body now on fire, your hips unconsciously rising and heaving. My mouth and tongue and lips explore your own, deeply, warmly, hungrily, passionately, alternating between soft and lilting, and then fast, sucking your lips and your tongue.

I work my way down to your chest, my hands behind my back, and take each beautiful breast in my mouth, kneading, sucking, pulling on and extending your nipples, sucking and slurping, devouring your soft skin, inhaling the distinct scent of your sex now flowing below.

I slowly continue my southward descent, my lips grazing over and licking around your stomach, and your belly button, continuing downward, smelling your wonderful scent now, your stomach rising, your tits bouncing, your ass impulsively writhing, and softly kiss directly on top of your mound, just above your entrance to those spots within. You moan.

For the first time, I allow my fingers to touch you, and they pull the soft folds of your lips apart, wide, allowing me to see your entire incredible pussy, the lips within vibrating with desire, the lips puffy, the juices clearly flowing from you, coating your legs, dribbling down into your ass.

Simultaneously, my tongue dances onto the top tip of your clit, while I insert three fingers firmly inside of you, one going straight in, deep in your cunt, the second falling below, exploring your inner walls, and the third tickling and teasing your g-spot. You explode on my mouth, your taste is intoxicating, your spasms essentially pounding my face.

Just as quickly, now that you have been sated for the first of countless times this evening, I work my lips down and gently rim and lick your anus lightly, then onto your thighs, and knees, and calves but my fingers are still within you, three strong, knowing, yet tender fingers caressing your most vulnerable places, rhythmically finger-fucking you into ecstasy.

My mouth works its way down to your toes, and I lick and suck each one, tenderly, seductively, my hand still deeply between your legs, feeling your muscles tighten over my fingers, small orgasms, over and over.

I raise my head and lift your calves over my shoulders, my hands now releasing from your cunt with an audible pop, and I bring my fingers to your mouth and watch as you lick your juices from them.

I whisper that I will fuck you now, and you gasp. In one motion I grab your ankles firmly in each hand, and insert my raging cock into you, virtually splitting you apart, and feel you again convulse in an instant, volcanic orgasm.

I lighten the rhythm, pulling in and out of you completely with each stroke, lingering outside of you, teasing you, and I pull your legs together in the form of an 'x', watching you, your eyes half-closed in lust, listening to you, growling, moaning, and I pull you over on your right side, taking you from the side now, my cock reaching deeply inside of you at another angle now, the tip of my head touching your clit, feeling you cum again.

I roll you over on your stomach, and place you flat on the bed, and spread your legs with my knees, and take your hands and pull them behind your back with one of mine, for all practical purposes tying them together, and with the other hand, I slip my finger softly around your rim and gently into your anus, as my cock continues its relentless pounding of your pussy, you splashing in your own juices now, my heavy balls banging against your lovely ass.

And then, I pick you up and fuck you doggy-style, completely controlling your body now, and you love the sensation of completely surrendering to me, trusting me to continue to please you in ways that you have always wanted, but no man had ever provided, my hand still pulling yours behind your back, and pulling your hair with the other.

I lean back, and pull you on top of me, so that you are now riding me reverse cowgirl. I watch as your ass slaps against my stomach, the sight of my cock disappearing in your sopping cunt is so exotic, the sounds of your moans, and cries and screams of desire, filling the room.

I lay back completely now, and pull you on top of me, your back against my chest, my hand reaching around and rubbing your hot clit as you jam your cunt down onto my cock.

I roll you on your left side and grab your ass with one hand and your tits with the other and fuck you as hard as I can for what seems like forever. You never imagined anyone with the energy and ferocity and ability to turn you on like this, my own cock now twitching, the load filling within.

I turn you on your back, completing your voyage, back to your original port, and I withdraw from you, take your face in my hands, and stuff my cock into your waiting mouth, your lips quivering with desire, and I shoot my first shot of cream into your throat, the second on to your lips, the next on your face, and then let my cock dangle between your heaving tits, wiping my cum all over your gorgeous chest, listening to your muffled groans the after shocks of your excitement pulsate through your entire being, and we look at each other and smile, knowing that our fantasy has been fulfilled.

That was your trip.

See what you've been missing all of this time? Has anyone ever made love to you like this?



Round Here



I rounded the corner into my street and sprinted the last few hundred yards to my house. I checked my watch, just over an hour, not bad. Not bad considering it was the height of summer, not ideal conditions for long distance running. I removed the hair tie binding my ponytail and shook my long brown hair free. That felt better. I pulled off my shoes and socks that felt a whole lot better also, my feet were sweltering. I warmed down on our front lawn, using the huge sycamore as a brace as I stretched my calves, hamstrings and quads. Satisfied that I was fully warmed down I walked around the back of our house and let myself into the kitchen.

"Good run Lara?" asked my mother.

"Not bad, just over an hour today."

"Building up for fall semester?"

"Slowly but surely" I replied. I am on the women's running team at college, so I have to keep in shape over the summer months while I'm at home. No rest for the wicked, fitness can be a harsh mistress if you let it slip. I took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. I was parched and drank way too fast. Water trickled from the corner of my mouth down my throat and onto my chest. It felt very cool against my hot sweaty skin. I ran the water some more and splashed it over my face and neck. It felt wonderful.

"Why don't you have shower. I'll make some breakfast for you" said my mother.

"That's great mum, but cereal will do." Bacon and eggs, while very tempting was out. I picked up my shoes and went upstairs to my room and closed the door behind me.

I threw my shoes and socks in the corner then peeled off my jogging top and sports bra. The cool air wafting through my bedroom window caused my skin to come out in goose bumps. My nipples puckered tautly now that they were free from the hot confines of my bra. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my jogging shorts and panties and slid them down my legs into a bunched heap on the floor, I kicked them into the corner. The cool air felt marvelous on my naked skin. I stood in the centre of my roof enjoying the feeling of the breeze play over me. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of myself in the wall length mirror. All that running had burnt off any excess fat and I was slim and toned. Maybe not as big breasted as I would like, I had the running to thank for that, but my legs and bum were taunt and my abs were plainly visible. It was a trade off but I was reasonable happy with it. 

There were times when I wished for bigger breasts, like when I wore a nice dress that revealed my cleavage or a tight t-shirt. Bigger breasts would certainly have been a bonus at times like that, but while they were small they were very pert and firm. Realising that I was taking a little bit too much interest in my nakedness, I quickly turned from the mirror and flopped onto my bed. I lay there, enjoying the warm sun and breeze on my skin. It was bliss.

Something moved in my peripheral vision and I turned my head towards my open window. What had caught my attention? Had a bird flown past my window? Or a tree waved in the wind? Probably. No, there it was again. Something was moving behind the gauze drapes covering the window on the second floor of our neighbour's house. I'm sure it was a figure. The window was about twenty meters away directly opposite from mine. Had someone been spying on me? I leaped off my bed and went to my closet. I pulled out my robe and quickly put it on. I didn't know what to think. I'm sure the neighbours had some teenage sons. Had one of them been perving at me from what he thought was the relative safety of his bedroom? I felt decidedly uncomfortable. I didn't like the thought of a sweaty hormonal teenager doing who knows what while he watched me. The little perv! I closed the drapes, as I did so I couldn't see any more movement in the neighbour's window. I went into my bathroom and had a shower. I tried to figure out what had happened. Was I imagining things? Or had someone really been watching me? There was nothing I could do about it without solid proof. But how to get it?

It struck me the following day when I was out jogging. It was my short run day, but I had to keep the intensity high. To keep my mind off the pain I thought about yesterday's events. It all seemed so obvious now. Every morning I would be out jogging by 7.30 am, usually arriving home no later than 8.30. The neighbour's brat must have cottoned on to this fact and known to watch out for me when I returned. He must have been watching me every morning for the two weeks I had been home. All he had to do my sit behind those drapes, fantasizing his sick little thoughts and ogle me as I stripped off my jogging gear. Yesterday I must have given him quite a show, admiring myself in the mirror and lying naked on my bed directly in view of the window. Usually I get undressed and hop straight in the shower, but not yesterday. It must have been the highlight of the last couple of weeks. 

When I arrived home I went through my usual routine of warming down on the front lawn. Was he watching me now from another dark window of the house? Would he go to his room and masturbate while he watched me undress? As a perv like him would undoubtedly do. I went inside and to my room. Through my open window I could feel his eyes watching me, I couldn't actually see him, but I could sense him sitting in the dark shadows ogling me. I screwed up my courage for what I was about to do. It is against my nature, but I wanted to catch him. Make him pay. I turned my back to my window and lifted my jogging top over my head, then reached around and unfastened my bra. I was now topless with my back to the window. What was he doing now I wondered. Was he getting hard at the sight of me? The thought sent a shiver up my spine. I would catch him. I took a deep breath to summon the courage for what I was about to do next. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slid them down my legs and kicked them away. I bent down as if to stretch my hamstrings, giving my watcher an eyeful of my butt. I was wearing comfortable cotton panties, not too revealing or even very sexy. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and stretched my arms towards the roof. Now was the moment of truth - I turned around and put my hands on my hips and swivelled my torso back and forth stretching my lower back. There! I'm sure I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure moving further away from the window. Sprung. I casually walked out of view from the window. I pulled my shorts and top back on and sprinted down the stairs and out the back door.

I scaled the four-foot fence separating the two properties and landed quietly in the neighbours yard. I approached the house, under the watcher's window was the garage and beside it was a three-foot high box where they stored firewood. I climbed onto the box, from there I reached my hands up onto the garage roof and levered myself upwards. I paused and regained my breath. I was only a few feet away from the window. I crawled forward along the garage roof so that I was now directly underneath the windowsill that was only a foot or two above my head. Revenge was near. I leapt to my feet and pulled the drapes clear of the window. "Gotcha!" a crowed. I hadn't known what to expect, but what I did see didn't surprise me.

A male was sitting on the bed with one hand wrapped around his erect penis, the look on his face was truly priceless. He was shirtless and his shorts were bunched around his ankles on the floor. "Don't let me disturb you," I said as I climbed through the window into the bedroom. He tried desperately to grab for a pillow and hide his erection. "Don't even think about it!" I commanded. He looked at me dumbstruck. He couldn't speak, his mouth worked but no sound escaped. He made no move to take the pillow away from his crotch. "You either take away that pillow, or I'm going downstairs right now and telling your parents about your little escapade." Slowly he pulled away the pillow with his free hand. His right hand was still securely wrapped around the shaft of his penis. "What do you want?" He finally asked.

"What do I want!" I spat. I want you to say you're sorry for perving at me. What I want is make you pay for my humiliation!" I couldn't help myself but I glanced at his erect penis. It was actually quite large, bigger than any I had ever seen before, but that's not saying much. He was over eighteen, I couldn't judge his height but he was quite muscular.

"Sorry." He squeaked.

"Sorry? That's all you can say. I want to see it!" I said.

"What?"

"What do you think you moron - your cock!"

He took his hand off the shaft and I glared at him. "What do you call that! It's the sorriest excuse I've ever seen for cock in all my life." Actually in my very small sampling it was the biggest one I had seen, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Lara, I'm sorry."

"What did you call me!" I screeched. Hearing him say my name made me feel cheap and nasty, no doubt he mumbled it while he fantasized about me when he masturbated. "How do you know my name?"

"I've heard your brothers and sisters calling out to you." It infuriated me that he should know my name. I didn't know it beforehand, but it suddenly struck me how I was going to demean and embarrass him. "I want you to stroke it!"

"What?"

"I want you to stoke it! Wank! Slap the salami! Spank the monkey! Can I be any plainer?" I stood only a foot in front of him with my hands on my hips.

"You want me to, to, jerk off in front of you?"

"That's what I said. You have to pay for watching me - you little perv. Now do it." I glared and pointed my finger at his penis. Slowly at first he uncertainly stroked his cock. "That's right, hurry up I haven't got all day. Are you having trouble there?" I continued to deride him. "Can't perform, now that you have a real live woman in front of you. You're scared!" I jeered.

"No" he grunted.

"Come on. I want to see you cum. I want to see you precious seed that you were so keen to spill over me." I watched him, his face half contorted with lust the other with fear. It struck me then, that he was like all other teenagers his age, horny and confused. Hell I was only a couple of years older than him at 21 and I was just as messed up about sex as he was. His hand moved faster and I could tell he was getting close. "I going to cum" he muttered. "Grab those tissues." 

"Oh no you don't" I said "I want to see your devil seed." The hell of it was, that I really did. I was actually getting quite turned on watching him masturbate for me, because of me. It was something I can't easily describe, but my breath was getting shorter and a little gaspy watching his hand fly. "Oh my God!" he grunted. I saw his balls tighten and a string of cum erupted from his cock and struck me on the cheek. The heat of it shocked me, I had no idea of the force involved. I had never seen a male ejaculate, it had always been in a condom while we were having sex, where there was no evidence of the power. The second ejaculate landed on my left leg and dribbled down my thigh. The remaining bursts lost their intensity and oozed over his bunched fist. We looked at each other for a few seconds. The semen on my cheek rolled into the corner of my mouth. I was surprised by the tart salty taste. It was the first time I had ever tasted semen. I casually bent over and picked up his discarded shirt off the floor and with as much elegance as I could muster wiped the semen from my cheek and leg. 

He sat there panting slightly, not moving. I looked down at his hard cock and nodded my head with satisfaction. That'll teach him. I spun on my heel and walked to the window and climbed onto the sill. "Lara wait. Are you going to tell my parents?" Using my name only made it worse.

I turned and looked at him. "I haven't decided."

"Are we even?" he asked.

"Not by a long shot." I hissed. I looked around his room, taking in the pictures of sports stars on the walls. So he fancied himself as a bit of an athlete did he? "Meet me tomorrow morning, 7.30 sharp you're going for a run." With that I whipped the drapes closed and climbed to the ground. A few minutes later I was back in my bedroom.

None too soon. I was immensely turned on by what I had seen. My two previous sexual encounters had been disasters. But to see a man jerking off over me, and his hot cum landing on my sensitive skin was almost more than I could bear. I slammed my window shut and closed the drapes. As quickly as I could I pulled off my shorts, panties and top. I lay down on my bed and my fingers delved between my legs. I hated that I succumbed like this. Masturbating was for weak people, which I most definitely was not. Depraved people pleasured themselves not me. But I couldn't help myself. For the first time in my life I masturbated. My fingers dove inside my wet tunnel and I crooked them slightly and stroked my G-spot. In and out they dived. It was better than any sexual experience I had ever had. I couldn't believe how wet I was, my juices were dripping over my fingers. I could smell the musky aroma of my arousal. I stroked my clitoris for the first time, it was like a bolt of electricity going through me. All I could think of was that engorged penis, the hand stroking up and down, his grunts of ecstasy, and his huge burst of breath when he came, the feel of his hot come on my face, in my mouth, the taste of it. I could sense something was about to explode, was this what the onset of an orgasm felt like? 

I stopped. It took all my will power but I did it. This wasn't me, frigging myself like this, my fingers deep inside me, my juices covering my hand and thighs. What had I become? I was no better than my neighbour whoever he was. That was enough to force me to my feet and walk shakily to the shower. My nipples were so hard they hurt, every nerve ending was tingling. My pussy was aching. I hate that word, I really do. But that is what it was, my horny pussy that had so nearly betrayed me. I turned on the shower and without waiting for it to warm up got in under the cold spray. That certainly dampened down what I was feeling.

I had lost my virginity in my freshman year at college. The track team had been away at a meet and we had done well. I had got third in my ten-kilometre run, which was better than I could have ever hoped. Up to that point running had only ever been a hobby, something I did for fun. But getting third in that race made me realise that maybe it could be more. Maybe it was something I could be good at. That night the team went to a local bar, I drank too much and was really enjoying myself. One of the older guys, Johnny track star, who I had always admired from a far was there. Feeling emboldened by the alcohol I struck up the nerve to approach him. I had never felt so courageous, the alcohol buzz in my veins, the third in my heart. Everything he said I laughed at, I had never been so vivacious and outgoing. For the first time in my life I felt sexy. I found myself accidentally on purpose leaning against him when I laughed and generally coming on pretty strong. 

When he suggested we go outside for some 'air' I agreed. I mean how clichéd is that. Pretty soon we were in the park across the road pulling off each other's clothes. I knew what was happening and I wanted it to happen. I mean I was eighteen, away from home for the first time and at college goddamn it. It wasn't right that I was still a virgin. Johnny track star pulled on a condom and before I knew it he had shoved his hard prick inside me. No foreplay for me. I was as dry as bone. He thrust away like a dog on heat. In a brief moment of sobriety I realised that this wasn't how it was supposed to be at all. I would remember this for the rest of my life. Instead there I was lying on the cold grass with my legs in the air getting rutted like a bitch. It was all over fairly quickly he grunted and I assumed he came. He pulled out of me removed the condom and tossed it in the bushes. He even had the temerity to say "Was it good for you?" What a way to lose my virginity, it could have been worse -it could have been in the back seat of his car. I never said another word to him for the rest of the year.

The second guy I had sex with was a fellow student from one of my classes. I really thought he would be the one. He was intelligent and shy and we got along like a house on fire. But they say you should never confuse friendship with love. He was a virgin and I was basically one also. We had a few confused fumblings that could mistakenly call sex. No foreplay, no oral sex, just penetration and that was it. For me it had been embarrassing and I hadn't felt one iota of lust or arousal. 

After that I swore off sex, thinking it probably wasn't going to work out for me. So here I was two years later. I had just goaded the neighbour to jerk off in front of me and I had masturbated for the first time, what a day.

The following morning, as I got dressed into my jogging gear and laced up my running shoes, I sort of hoped he wouldn't be there. I was a bit shocked about what I had made him do and what I had done. But when I saw him sitting on our front lawn, looking so cocky and arrogant, like he didn't have a care in the world and yesterday was no big deal - well I thought fuck him! I would show him, I would run him into the ground. "Ready?" he said as I approached. The tone infuriated me. I was the injured party but he acted like the cat that had got the cream. "Let me stretch up first" I replied rather hauntily. "Aren't you going to warm up?" I asked.

"Nah, I did it while I was waiting for you."

As I stretched I casually checked him out. He was about six foot tall, a couple of inches taller than me. His muscles bulged from his vest. He looked strong and hard. But could he run? I would find out. We set off, I kept the pace slow at first letting my muscles warm up. He kept pace just behind my shoulder, well I wasn't really testing him yet. I slowly increased the pace to what I would call my race pace, but still he hung in there. "Did you watch the documentary on TV about the Olympic marathon last night?" He asked. I shook my head. He launched into a diatribe about how interesting it was and how he was fascinated by the Olympics in general. I knew he was taunting me. 

Showing me how fit he was and that this was so easy that he even had time to hold a conversation. I could have replied, but I was seething. I was going to show him that he wasn't as great as he thought he was, that the girl from next door that he had spent many a sweaty night fantasizing about would grind him into the dirt. But it just wasn't happening. I was quietly furious, all my plans were falling apart. When we were about a mile from home I really stepped it up. I moved into 5th gear that I never used in training, but he couldn't be shaken. I was at bursting point, but I refused to slow, his breathing was calm and controlled beside me. When we were only a few hundred meters from my driveway he eased past me and sprinted for home, beating me by some ten meters. 

He turned around and smirked at me, he actually smirked! I could have throttled him. I stormed off and went inside without so much as a good bye. I know I was acting irrationally and like a child but I was so pissed off. It was me who was supposed to be humiliating him - not the other way around. I went into my room and slammed the door. I pulled off my shoes and biffed them in the closet. When I looked out my window there he was at his window, shirtless, looking at me. His arms were resting on the sill above his head, he watched me expressionlessly. I went to my window, grabbed the drapes and snapped them closed. I threw myself on my bed. I was wild! I could almost scream in anger. I was throwing a proper little hissy fit. It took me half an hour to calm down sufficiently to shower. For the rest of the day I was irritable and on edge. I couldn't believe that he had beaten me. I was supposed to be the one handing out the lessons. My pride was seriously pricked.




Round Here



That night I lay in bed tossing and turning unable to get him out of my mind. Various snapshots played through me head. The smirk as I meet him that morning, his hand flying up and down his cock, his arrogant burst to beat me at the end of the run, the feel of his hot come on my face, the taste of it, the look of shock and fear when I initially discovered him. I just couldn't sleep. Sexual tension was coursing through my veins. At 1.10 am I gave up trying to sleep and sat up in bed. I know I shouldn't do it, but I had to. I was wound up tight and if I'm honest with myself I was horny. I tip toed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I listened to the sounds of the house. My parents were still asleep as were my brothers and sisters. 

I crept downstairs and let myself outside. I was wearing cotton boxers and singlet, despite the cool breeze I wasn't cold. I knew that what I was doing was stupid, dangerous and irrational, but I had to. I couldn't stop myself. Within minutes I was on the garage roof outside his window. I climbed over the sill and into his room. He must have heard me and sat up in bed.

"Don't say a fucking word" I hissed. I climbed onto his bed and pushed him down onto his back. He was only wearing boxers. I sat on his bed and we looked at each other. A puzzled look was on his face. I had to do it, I needed to do it. Slowly I reached out and placed my hand on his crotch. I felt his limp cock through the fabric. I stroked it gently through the cloth. I could feel it come alive and soon he was fully erect and straining at the fabric. I reached inside his boxers and placed my hand around his shaft. With my other hand I tugged at the waistband of boxers and pulled them down, he lifted his hips to assist me. I looked into his eyes, he looked back at me blankly. 

His erection dwarfed my hand, I slowly stroked his cock and his eyes glassed over somewhere between pleasure and pain. It was now or never. I bent over, and for the first time in my life I placed a penis in my mouth. I wasn't really exactly sure what to do, or the best method to do it. But his moans of pleasure guided me. I stoked his balls with one hand and with the other held his shaft while I used my mouth to take him deeper inside my throat. I suppose the key was to mimic intercourse. I moved my head up and down. He grunted in ecstasy. I ran my tongue over the head and under the shaft. I small dribble of pre cum oozed from the opening and I used the tip of my tongue to lick it up. It was sweet and musky. Part of me knew exactly what I was doing, lust was consuming me, but my sensible half couldn't reconcile this side. Lust was winning. I increased the intensity and moved my head up and down more aggressively and massaged his balls with my hand. 

"I'm going to cum" he whispered. This was it, decision time. But I wanted so badly to taste it, feel his seed in my mouth. Before I could rationalise or decide any further he ejaculated. Cum flooded my mouth and God help me but I swallowed it all hungrily. I had to do this. He drove me crazy but the other half of me was so attracted to his arrogant swagger that I just had to consume him. I removed my mouth and licked up the last of the cum from the head. He was panting uncontrollably, I licked my lips enjoying the after taste. I had heard scuttle butt from my girl friends who all swore that it was the foulest taste in the world - but to be truthful I kind of liked it. I stood up and said "7.30 tomorrow - be there."

"Okay" he croaked

The next morning I didn't say a word to him. I stretched up and we were off. I knew I had no chance to out run him, so I settled into a comfortable jog. He talked away incessantly. I tried to ignore it, but he was funny and self depreciating. To tell the truth I laughed a few times - but caught myself and quickly stifled it. I was the wronged party in all of this. He didn't deserve the satisfaction to see that he was melting me. That night I crept into his room and gave him another blow job. I was better this time, I knew what to do and paced myself better. I teased his cock and when he was about to cum I stopped and let him recover. "Please let me come." He begged. But I held fast until I could take it no longer myself and just as he was about to explode I pulled his cock from my mouth and he came in my face. I licked around my mouth hungrily consuming his cum. I used my finger to scoop it from my cheeks and slid it in my mouth. I loved the taste. I loved what I could do to this boy, that I could make him come, that he was putty in my hands. I used his discarded boxers to wipe my face before I left, saying on my way that we going running again.

The next night I crept back into his room. I was couldn't stop myself, I was becoming addicted to him. 

"I want to do something for you" he whispered.

"What?" I asked rudely.

"I want to do for you what you did to me." While I wanted to hear him say that. My prudish side felt uncomfortable about him putting his tongue inside me. Would he be offended? I mean his tongue would be in my holiest of holies. I nodded with trepidation. I lay down on the bed and he helped me take off my top. He gently kissed my breasts. "Are they too small?" I asked.

"They're perfect." My nipples hardened in his mouth and he flicked his tongue over the tips. It was heaven. He kissed his way down my stomach and reached the top of my boxers. He slowly eased them off. I could smell the musk of my own arousal. What would he think? His face disappeared into my crotch. I gasped in shock when his tongue flicked my clitoris. His head popped up. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "I've never done this before so tell me if I'm doing this right."

"I will, but where you were was a good start." He tongue refound my clitoris and probed it gently. He worked his way up and down my slit and darted his tongue inside me. I could feel myself getting wetter and hotter. I couldn't believe oral sex felt this good. I used to think it was dirty, but with his tongue probing my depths I didn't think that now.

"What is your name?" I breathed.

He lifted his head, I could see my juices on his face. "Why do you want to know now?"

"I want to know the name of the guy with his tongue inside me."

"Paul."

"Paul don't stop what you're doing" He nodded and his head disappeared between my thighs. I could feel it building. It started as a distant hum, but now it was like little bolts of electricity emanating from my groin. This was it, I was going have an orgasm. My first orgasm at 21! How pathetic is that. I ran my fingers through Paul's hair and pulled his face tighter onto my groin. "Don't you dare fuckin' stop" I commanded. I could feel it. I could feel it! I grabbed the pillow from under my head and smothered my face with it. I came, did I cum, a huge tidal wave rolled over me and I bucked furiously and screamed into the pillow. Paul grabbed my thighs to keep me in position, his tongue never wavered from probing me. I could feel my cum trickling into my butt hole and smearing my thighs. The rolls died away but still Paul kept diving his tongue inside me and over my clit. Without warning I came again, I couldn't believe it! It was just as intense. My thighs clamped Paul's head and I thrashed about on his bed. It was the most fantastic sensation I had ever felt. Paul put his finger inside me and slid it in and out, he removed his finger and placed it to my lips. I was reluctant to taste my own secretions, "Go on taste it," he whispered. I parted my lips and let him slide his finger into my mouth. I was prepared to be shocked but was pleasantly surprised at the sweat tanginess.

We lay on the bed side by side, both us bathed in the afterglow. After awhile I rose onto my elbows. "I want you take me out today."

"Okay."

"I want you to take me some place nice."

"Okay."

"Pick me up at 7pm."

"Okay."

"Okay." I confirmed. I got off the bed and put my clothes on. "Don't be late."

"I wouldn't dare."

That night we went out and got to know each other. I was always the type of girl who thought this was what should de done first, then the intimacy. But somehow I, not the male, had turned this around. It just wasn't me. But when I first saw him, I was immediately attracted despite myself. I hadn't wanted to be. I had fully expected to reveal and disgrace him in front of his parents. But I hadn't, I instead threw myself at him. Years of pent up sexual frustration had burst forth in only a few days. I didn't want to analyse it, I just wanted to enjoy it. Paul turned out to be funny and a genuinely nice guy. I found myself laughing and giggling like a school girl. I found out that he was the state champion over 1500 meters - I hadn't stood a chance. At the end of the night I didn't want it to finish. When he pulled up outside my house to drop me off I just wanted to pull him close and not let him go.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked.

"Aren't your parents home?"

"Not tonight. They're away."

It was all the invitation I needed. I nodded and he started the car again and pulled into his drive way. He held my hand as we walked inside. I liked that, it was nice. Without a word he lead me up to his room.

"So this is how you get to your room," I said. 

"This is the way most people take."

Once in his room he placed his arms around my waist and held me close. We looked at each other, our faces only inches apart.

"Do you mind if I do something we've never done before?'

"What's that?" I replied.

"This." He leant forward and kissed me softly. We may have given each other oral sex, which is about as personal as it gets, but this was something more. Somehow more intimate. Romantic. I moaned and parted my lips and he gently slid his tongue into my mouth and I pushed mine into his. What started as something soft become aggressive and wanting. I wanted him so bad. 

I virtually ripped his shirt open trying to undo the buttons. I ran my hands over his smooth chest enjoying the feel of him. He lifted my blouse over my head and reached around behind me and easily undid my bra. He bent down and kissed my nipples. They jutted painfully. He sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth and used his tongue to flick the tips. The sensation was incredible. I held his head as he suckled me, it was the most peaceful feeling. After awhile he dropped to his knees and reached up under my long skirt and hooked my panties and pulled them down and off. He lifted the front of my skirt and licked my slit. I moaned. I stood there while his tongue probed me deeply. Just when I couldn't stand it any longer he stopped and stood up. He undid the button holding my skirt around my waist and it slipped to the floor. I kicked off my sandals and stood naked before him.

"You're beautiful" he whispered.

I fumbled with his belt buckle and tried to undo his jeans, he helped me and soon we were both naked. He pulled me close and we kissed deeply. Out tongues just didn't seem to be long enough. We broke away and he lifted me off the ground and carried me to the bed.

I pushed him onto his back and moved my head to his oh so hard cock. I took him into my mouth used my tongue to tease and nibble the head. He was moaning deep in his throat, his eyes were closed and he was somewhere in another world. I knew then I had to have him. I stopped what I was doing and straddled him so that we were crotch to crotch. I bent down and kissed him. "Do you want me?" I asked.

"More than I have ever wanted anything in my life."

I reached down and grabbed his cock and bent in upwards away from his belly. I positioned the tip at the entrance to my pussy. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" he virtually screamed.

I slowly lowered myself onto his cock and eased it inch by inch inside me. The feeling was amazing. This was the first cock I have ever had inside me that wasn't covered by a condom. The difference in sensation was beyond belief. Finally he was buried to the hilt. We just looked at each other - it was like we saw into the depths of each other's very soul. I raised myself so that the tip of his cock was just inside me, then thrust down again forcefully. Paul grunted in pleasure and pain. I did this a few times, increasing my speed so that I was soon riding him for all I was worth. My pussy was soaked. I was slippery and hot, his hard cock was buried in me. I was seconds away from cumming. I could tell be the look on his face that he was too. "I'm sorry" he grunted "But I can't hold out any longer." He gave one almighty thrust and came. The feel of his hot semen inside of me sent over the edge and I came also. My pussy clamped his cock milking it of everything he had. We bucked furiously wringing ever last sensation out each other's body. "I'm so sorry," he muttered, "When you think about something your whole life and it finally comes true, one's staying power isn't quite as good as one would wish."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I kissed him tenderly, and lay down on his chest, his cock still impaled in me. We both tried to get our breathing under control, our slick sweaty bodies stuck to each other.

"Do you mind if I try again?" he said.

"Mind?" I said jokingly. Paul grabbed my hips and he spun me to the side so that he was now on top of me, he hadn't slipped out. He grabbed my knees and bent them so that my shins were on his chest. He started pumping me, the penetration was incredible. I was being cleaved in two. He hadn't lost his hard on, my fine young stud. Soon he was giving me the fucking of my life. I loved it. I was going to cum again and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I screamed at the top of lungs as my orgasm overcame me. My pussy clamped Paul's cock so that it was temporarily trapped, then it loosened and he stroked, then it clamped his cock again. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled over me. Paul grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs over his shoulders and kept ramming his cock into me. If I thought the previous position was splitting me then this finished me off. I came again and with a loud grunt Paul slammed his cock deep into me and came. His boiling cum splashed and scorched my pussy. 

We collapsed into a heap, I knew that I had been fucked to within an inch of my life. Never, never, had I believed from my previous 'experience' that sex could be so intense.

For the rest of that golden summer we were never far from each other and fucked as often as we could. So many times we were nearly caught by our parents. But we were addicted to each other and the risk only added to our enjoyment.

When I had to go back to college and he went off to college for the first time, I cried my eyes out. We agreed that it would be best of we didn't keep in contact as long distance relationships never work and can only lead to heartache and pain. It was the hardest decision I have ever made.

But there's always next summer.



Round One



I stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a purple silk nighty. My red hair was loose and freshly brushed. Falling down my back about mid-way. Flipping some back over my shoulder as I stood there. You were sitting on the bed and I saw you looking me over with a faint grin on your lips. The hint of that look in your eyes made my belly do giant flip-flops. Without a word you beckoned me closer. I felt my cheeks flush for some reason and longed to press my hands to them, but I didn't. Bare feet, muffled by the carpet, took my to where you where on the bed. Standing an arm's length from you. My eyes brushed over you. Taking you in with a little purrrrr. Green eyes flickering over your chest, around the flaming dice tattoo and down to the bulge in your underwear. I found myself licking my lips in anticipation. You teased me with a word. A single word.

Slut.

And I blushed all the harder. I heard the snap of your fingers as you pointed to your feet. I know that silent direction. My knees bend and instead of feeling the carpet under the soles of my feet, I felt it against my knees. Pressing my palms of white legs. Lifting my eyes towards you face with a shy smile. I was nervous and you knew it. Reaching around behind me you took a hand full of hair. Jerking my head back in which I responded with a gasp and a moan. Feeling electric heat pin prickling down my spine. Using my hair to guide me, you pressed my face into the bulge of your covered cock. I could feel the heat radiating from it. Whimpering softly. I nuzzled the area with my face.

Tell me what you want my slut? 

The words bathed me in heat. I sucked in a deep breath. A million words floating around in my head but none could find there way to my mouth. I knew what I wanted but I was too embarrassed to say it. But you knew. You always know. Crying out in half pain, half surprise when my hair was use to pull me away from you and I was thrown over your lap. Feeling that hard cock poking me in my belly. Instantly my hair flew over to tickle the carpet and my hands went to leverage myself. Sucking in many a deep breath when I felt the air of the room caressing my bare back side. There were no panties on. Just the nighty. You hand came to caress my ass. Over and over again until I whimpered softly.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Two slap to each butt cheek was delivered with your hand. Causing me to wiggle and squirm against you.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Four more total brought a nice pinkish hue to normally pale flesh. My chest was heaving. Feeling the blood rushing to my face. Heating me further. Again and again your hand assaulted my ass until I was writhing on your lap with each smack. My ass burning. Then without warning two of your thick fingers where shoved roughly into my pussy. Making my screaming out in pleasure.

Look how wet that pussy is. Good girl. Such a good, good girl. 

Automatically my legs parted just a bit to welcome those fingers into my throbbing sex. I had been looking forward to this forever. My breathing became harder and faster. Wiggling my ass and pressing against those fingers. Panting like a she beast in heat. My mind was whirling with needy want. Your other hand going to my hair to jerk my head up a bit. Forcing my hungry sex against those fingers. I was grinding and gyrating on them and without warning you pulled them from me.

Nooooo! 

I whimpered. I heard you laugh softly. Muttering something about a needy whore. Pushing me from your lap, I tumbled to the carpet. Quickly my hair was taken again. The very fingers that as been stuck in my pussy where pressed against my mouth which I opened quickly. Sucking my taste from your fingers. Licking and lapping my tongue over your digits. Pulling your fingers from my mouth. Smearing them against my cheek. Your hand still in my hair I was pressed into your cock again. Shifting on my heels which dug into my ass which I could still feel your hand prints on. I moaned deeply.

Now what do you want bitch? 

I wanted you so bad. Murmuring against your covered dick. My hot breath soaking the material.

Your cock. Oh god please your cock.

Ravenous. That is what I was. Ravenous. You let my hair go but I didn't move from nuzzling that cradled cock. Leaning back on the bed. Thrusting against my face. I looked up with question written on my face but you didn't say anything. Timidly I reached up to hook my fingers in your underwear. Tugging them down and away from you. Your cock popping forward. I could smell the musky sent. Leaning towards you, I started to stroke the raging beast. Parting my lips to flick out my tongue. Dragging it over the head of your cock and down until my lips where wrapped around it wonderfully. The taste was sweet to my senses. Running my tongue over the underside of your shaft. My saliva started to coat your cock. Sliding my lips down the length of it until I was wrapped around the base of it. Bobbing back up and down, up and down. Throaty purrrrs vibrating from my throat down your cock. I felt your hands on my head. Urging me on. Pressing me down.

I glided up and down on your cock. Little whimpers and moans filled me. I could feel my nipples hard under the silk of my nigh gown. Arching my hips slowly under me. There was a gentle pop heard as you pulled me from your cock. I murmured a soft 'nooooo'. You threw me back on the floor. Climbing down after me. I looked up at you with wild eyes. My legs were spread roughly. You towered over me. My breath catching in my throat as your spit coated cock was slammed into my pussy. I cried out with desire. Clawing at your arms with my fingers. Tossing my head back and forth against the floor as you rammed and rammed into me. It caused me to slide against the carpet. Wrapping my legs around you. Hearing you grunt as you slammed and pushed into me. Harder and harder and harder. Your cock coxed from me the first orgasm of many tonight. Thrashing and bucking under you like crazy. Crying out in lust filled pleasure. But you did not stop. You kept going and going and going. Spearing me with your manhood until I screamed again. Pressing your hand to my mouth as I lost it. Wanting to bite you but refraining from doing such.

You kept stabbing me. I kept squirming under you until I screeched beneath your hand. My heart slamming into my chest. Pussy juices flowing out around your cock. Dripping down to coat my asshole. I was all a quiver against the carpet. You stopped and pulled from me. Weakly grabbing for you as you moved away but missing. My eyes were blurry. Trying to focus on you rather than the burning heat between my legs. I heard you rummaging around for something and quickly knew what it was from the buzzing sound that it made. Again my cunt was filled by this time by that pink dildo rather than your meat. Slowly moving inside me and back out. Toying with me. Playing with me. Forcing me to feel the ridges and bumps of the toy inside me.

Groaning. Arching my back against the floor.

Mmm ohhhh ahhhhhh.

Slut noises bubbling from my lips to reach your ears. Pressing my hips out to try and get more of the fake cock inside my hole.

Pleeeeeeease.

Squealing. And squealing louder to feel you tongue on my clit. The buzzing dildo playing in and out of my pussy. Tensing from your attentions. Clawing at the carpet with madness. I was sent over the edge again. And quickly again. My brain not even knowing my name at the moment. I barely knew when the fake cock was replaced by your cock. Only knowing because I felt your body weight pressing down on me. Using me. Abusing me. Grunting in my ear as you bent down to nibble my neck. Biting on my throat. I growled and hissed. Fighting against you which only served to push you deeper inside me. Trembling. Moaning. Groaning. Hearing you thump and bump against me. Skin slapping. Juice pouring. One orgasm fell into another and still another. How long we stayed on the floor I didn't know. An eternity maybe. My senses were overloaded with pleasure. My eyes glazed with sexual heat and release. Your stabs became shorter and faster. Pulling from me to replace my pitiful whimpers with the sound of you stroking your meat. Tapping my clit with the head of your cock. I was mumbling words that could not quite be made out. Finally you stiffened. Letting out a growl. Hissing my name. Spraying your creamy seed all over my cunt. Stroking and spraying until you had unloaded it all. Some squirting up on my belly. Rubbing it into me. Falling beside me with a grunt. My eyes fluttered and darkness came over me. For a while. Until you woke me up for round two.



Round One



You are in the room, waiting for me to arrive. You are naked, you are blindfolded, and you are kneeling at the edge of the bed. You hear the door to the hotel room open, feel the cold air in a shiver over your skin. Muted steps, then the door closes. You hear the sounds of zippers, a coat being hung up. Water runs from the sink briefly, a towel rustles. You wait, and the anticipation has made you hard.

Footsteps, then you feel a finger curl around your ear, trace down your throat, down your chest and stomach, to the tip of your cock. "Mmm. This is what I like to see when I arrive. Good boy." Your cock is given a quick squeeze, then the hand moves away. "Lie down on the bed on your back, hands straight out from your sides, your legs spread as far as you can." You obey, excited.

You hear another zipper, and some rustling from a bag. Pressure has been added to the bed, and she comes near. You feel hot breath in your ear, then a swirl of wet tongue behind your ear. Tongue and teeth lick/nibble their way down your neck, and across your shoulder. Then, they quickly take hostage one nipple, gently biting and pulling. Fingers then take over, pulling and rolling it, then abandoning it. You feel a pinch—something has been clamped to your nipple. You gasp. "Can't have you uneven." More licking and pulling, and the second clamp is in place. "That looks VERY good." 

You feel movement on the bed, then feel her settle between your legs. The tongue is at work again, starting at the bottom of your foot, around your ankle bone, swirling its way up your inner thigh. Little licks at your perineum, then her mouth is around your balls, warm and sucking. You moan, and she moves up, licking straight up the shaft, a single, long stroke. She kneels between your legs, and you feel her hands surround your cock, and her mouth slowly descend around the head. Her mouth makes the return trip upward, then leaves, along with her hands.

Again, her body is moving up yours, and you realize that she is wearing a short skirt and pantyhose, and boots. Her pussy briefly touches the length of your cock as she moves. Crotchless pantyhose. She settles, straddling your waist, and toys briefly with your still-trapped nipples. Then the clamps are gone, and the blood rushes back. She leans forward quickly, kissing you hard, tongue entangled with yours. You feel her breasts pressing against your chest (fishnet?).

She sits up again. "Now," she says, "I want you to eat me." She moves, and you feel her kneeling around your head, her skirt (smells like leather) descending around your head, her pussy lowered onto your mouth. You lick and lick, tongue twisting and darting, swirling from clit to wet opening, over and over. She moans, working her hips forward and back, rhythm getting faster. Soon she is moaning your name, and bucking, screams, cumming all over your face. She moves off of you, and you can hear her breath slowing from its previous frantic pace. She leaves the bed, and you can hear her in the bathroom, water running again.

She returns, and with a warm towel, gently wipes your face.

"Sit up." She commands. "Now kneel." You feel her hands behind your head, loosening the blindfold, then removing it. You blink, finally getting to see your tormentor. She is wearing a black fishnet bodysuit, a black leather bra underneath, and a black, pleated leather skirt at her hips. The black boots are short, with pointy toes and heels. She smiles at you, her dark eyes mischievous.

She pulls a chair up to the end of the bed in front of you, and sits down in it, legs crossed. "I want you to masturbate for me. You will follow my directions, and you will not cum until I say to."

She nods, "Start slowly." You begin. Thus begins a series of starts and stops, each coming closer and closer to the edge. You are suddenly afraid you might not be able to fulfill her command. So close...

Finally, the word: "Cum.." You hurry to obey, and she says, "Look at me." You do, and as you cum you can see the hunger and satisfaction in her face as you explode all over the towel she's laid on the bed in front of you.

She comes over to the bed with another warm towel, and, moving the old towel, has you lay down on your back again as she wipes you down. She kisses you again, more slowly this time. "Nicely done." She says. "Ready for round two?"



Round One



He opened the bedroom door and breathed in deeply: the soothing smell of sage and incense immediately made him feel a little less tired, and the soft glow of the candles was a relief to his eyes. He looked down and smiled at his slave kneeling on her cushion. Her head was bowed, which he thought was a little odd. Usually she was very forward, and certainly not shy at all about expressing her happiness at his homecoming. Perhaps she had a premonition about her future, he thought. No matter – she would soon be enjoying herself. He had brought gifts.

He set his shopping bag on the floor beside her, and bent a little to stroke her hair. He admired its sheen, accented by the light of the candles. It was still ever so slightly damp, he noticed, and smelled of lavender. That was good – she had prepared herself as he had instructed. At least she still remembered how to obey direct orders.

"Hello, my little one," he said. "Did you do everything I asked you to?"

"Yes, master," she said, her gaze still fixed on his shoes.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he replied. "I have several surprises for you tonight, and it would have taken me a long time to get started if you hadn't helped. Where is our tea?"

"In the kitchen, master."

"Then I will go fetch it," he said. "Don't move – you look so good in that position."

"Yes, master," she acknowledged.

"And don't look in the bag," he added waggishly.

"Yes, master."

As he descended the stairs, he mulled over her unwonted demure behavior – she'd been a positive hellion for the past three months. She'd repeatedly broken all his rules – she'd masturbated without permission, avoided serving him sexually unless she happened to feel like it, made inappropriate eye contact, and a few days ago he had actually caught her wearing underwear. The BORING kind. His new job had kept him so busy; he supposed he'd neglected her discipline a bit. But she'd always been like this to a certain extent – he was sure her love never wavered, but her obedience certainly did. Well, he would fix that tonight. Forever.

He picked up the tea tray in the kitchen. She appeared to have done a perfectly adequate job – tea, scones, curd, clotted cream, cheese and sausages with bread. He smiled. She'd enjoy his additions. They were in the bag. Satisfied, he took the tray back up the stairs and into his room.

True to his orders, his slave did not appear to have moved at all. He finally realized she was trying to avoid punishment. The thought made him smile in spite of himself. For the past little while, he'd been adding several… implements… to his collection. Perhaps she hadn't liked the look of them, and figured since he had ordered her specifically to arrange several of them on the headboard that he meant to use them on her. Clever girl.

He set the tray down in front of her and then sat down himself. She poured him tea and then poured herself some. "How was your day?" he asked her, knowing she'd spent all day washing the sheets, going to the market, baking, waxing herself, and so on as he had instructed.

She finally looked up and met his eyes briefly. She quickly looked away again and said, "Oh, master. I hate shopping. The idiots were swarming, sir, and some stupid git in an SUV almost killed me."

He couldn't stop himself from grinning. His slave couldn't stand being around crowds of people – in cars, in markets, in malls, it didn't matter where. "But you did it for me anyway. Good girl." He bit into a sausage. It was delicious. She'd bought his favorite kind.

"Well, master, how was your day?" she asked.

"Reasonably tolerable," he said. "Although it occurred to me that you're regressing."

"Regressing, sir?"

"You've been very difficult lately," he said. "Partly it's my fault, I know. You require a firmer approach than I'm initially inclined to take. I know you love me. So tell me – what benefit is it you think that a rebellious, disobedient, ill-kempt, unmannerly little minx of a slave gives her master, anyway?"

As soon as he stopped talking, he could tell he'd been too harsh. She suddenly seemed so small – she looked like she was about to cry. He realized he must have sounded more angry than anything else, and he was by nature a very even – tempered man. Seconds drug on, but his slave made no reply.

"Aw, c'mon. I know you didn't mean to upset your master, did you?" She shook her head. "I know you didn't do it to spite me," he continued. "But you've never been consistently obedient. The funny thing is, I know that being owned is what makes you happy. Submission is what makes you happy." He shook his head a bit. "The only thing I can figure out is that you're too smart for your own good. Your head tells you one thing and your heart tells you another." Just then, she looked straight at him. "I think that's our problem, my little slave." He moved around behind her and fastened her collar around her neck. "Tonight, I'm going to fix it," he said.

"How, master?" she whispered.

He put his mouth very close to her ear, so that his beard tickled her neck and his lips brushed her hair. "You'll see," he said. "I don't want to spoil the surprise." He grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them hard, enjoying their soft fullness. He slipped his hands under the strip of cloth she'd tied them up with and gently pinched each nipple as he kissed her neck. She gave a little moan and pressed back him. The urge to take her immediately was almost overwhelming – he could tell that just now, she wouldn't resist. But he stopped himself eventually and made himself sit across from her once again.

She eyed him as he reached into his bag. He pulled out a container of beautiful chocolate covered strawberries, and then a bottle of the Riesling she so fancied.

"Go get me two wine glasses and a corkscrew," he said.

"Yes, master," she said, and rose a little stiffly. As she walked out of the room, he stared at her pale ass showing through the sheer black material she'd wrapped around her hips.

"Down, boy," he whispered to himself. He made himself wait patiently for her, nibbling on cheese and drinking more tea. Finally, she came back in and sat across the tray from him again. He took the corkscrew, opened the wine, and poured both of them half glasses.

"Enjoy your Riesling, dear," he said. He handed her a strawberry and added, "You should eat more fruit."

"Yes, master," she said.

They ate and drank in silence for several minutes. Finally, he took her hands in his and said, "Do you love me?" She looked a little confused, but then answered, "Of course I do, master, with all my heart."

"And do you trust me always and implicitly?"

"Yes, master," she affirmed.

"And do you truly wish to be my slave forever? Do you really want to be mine for the rest of your life?"

Again, she looked confused. She seemed a little apprehensive again. She knew he had something up his sleeve. Whatever was going to happen tonight, he was not going to beat her and leave it at that. "Of course, master. I swore all this to you when you collared me."

He nodded. "So you agree that it is my right and your desire to take whatever actions are necessary to make you into the perfect slave for me?"

Now she looked scared. Inside himself, he rejoiced. He had begun to get through to her without laying a hand on her. "I – yes, master." He scanned her eyes for several seconds and then said, "The stand up."

She stood, quickly. He slowly took the few steps between them, and then took her by the shoulders, surveying her figure and her face, internally glorying that she had surrendered to him of her own volition. If his suspicions proved true, he would never have to ask such questions again. He embraced her, kissing her hair, and then he undid the knot at the nape of her neck, loosing her breasts from the cloth that contained them. He fondled them for a moment, and then pulled the wrapped fabric off her hips as well. He sighed deeply and pulled her to him, squeezing her ass firmly.

"I have a present for you, darling," he said, and reached into the bag again. He pulled out a little loop of tiny, tinkling bells. She swallowed a little too obviously when she saw the slave anklet. He bent down and fixed it around her right ankle. "You may not take this off unless you leave the house," he said. "I decided I like the idea of being able to tell instantly where you are, and what sort of mischief you might be getting up to." 

"Thank you, master," she responded. "It's beautiful."

"And so are you, my pet, he said. "Now, lay down on the bed, on your back." She lay down and looked up at him. He smiled, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took a bottle of cocoa butter out of his bag. He warmed it in his hands, and then began rubbing it all over her breasts, her stomach, her hips. He watched as her nipples hardened, and then flicked them with his fingers. He leaned over and kissed her very gently, and then straightened back up. He applied more cocoa butter to her thighs and buttocks. Then he began to rub her inner thighs and progressed inward so slowly she moaned with impatience until he took pity on her and began to rub her pussy, with the heel of his hand on her pubic bone and his fingertips rubbing from her vagina to her clit with each stroke. He began to bite her earlobes, too, and she started to squirm and spasm. "Oh, I'm glad you like this," he said. "We're going to be doing it often."

"Master," she said, "I love it. But I thought you were going to punish me tonight."

"So eager, my little one?" he asked in mock surprise. "Tonight I will be punishing you, yes. But tonight is the start of a new era for you and me," he said. "I am going to look after you more closely. I don't want you running around wild anymore, and I think deep down you don't want that either. So I'll be taking more direct care of you from now on," he said. "Did you like your wine?"

"Oh, yes, master."

"Good. Because you'll be abstaining from alcohol for awhile. You'll be eating more fruit, as I said earlier, and I'm going to see you take better care of your skin. Lots and lots of cocoa butter." He smiled rakishly.

"Oh…um…yes, master." She said, obviously somewhat befuddled.

He lay on his side and stroked her hair. "You're so sweet," he said. "In time, you will make the perfect slave and the perfect wife." He held her in a full embrace, cuddled up to his chest. "I love you more than you could ever imagine," he went on, "and I want you to know that everything I do, I do because of that. You may be my slave, but you're also the crowning glory of my life."

She looked at him with adoration in her eyes. "I love you so much, master." She played with his tie, fidgeting in her nervousness.

"I know, sweet one. So are you ready to serve me? Are you ready to take your punishment and begin again? I'm going to help you, little one. I have one last gift for you tonight. It will help you be everything you need to be, everything I require you to be. Are you ready for your punishment and your gift?" Her hands ceased their fidgeting, and she teetered with indecision for a moment. Then she nodded her acquiescence.

"Say it," he said.

"I'm ready to serve you, master," she said into his chest.

He stood up. "Good girl," he said, "now stand up."

She stood beside him, her eyes again on the floor. "Now hold your arms by your sides," he said. She complied quickly, almost as if she could sense what was coming and wanted to get it over with. He tied her arms to her sides by wrapping a rope around her many times, from her breasts and upper arms down to her waist. Then he bound her ankles with a few quick wraps. He surveyed the toys she'd laid out for him. For a few seconds, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His erection was becoming nearly intolerable. He opened his eyes, took the panel gag from the headboard, and looked at his slave.

"I love you so much," he said again. He almost felt like he'd forgotten his lines, like his engine was stalled, like he'd gotten stuck in time.

Then she said, "I love you, too," and leaned her head against his chest. At her touch, the present came rushing back to clobber his senses, the sage, the lavender, the candlelight, the bound woman – his woman – and he felt himself enter another state. The body rush was incredible. He had to do this. He would do this.

"Open," he said. She did, and he gagged her. "No more talking now, little one," he said. He reached over to the headboard and picked up a suction device. He plied her nipples with it until they were impressively engorged and slipped bands over them. "I want those hard all night, sweetie," he hissed in her ear. "I want you nice and sensitive." He pinched each nipple once, cruelly hard, and pushed her down on the bed when her muffled cries of surprise emerged from her gagged mouth. He reached into his bag again and pulled out a compound oil. He held it up so she could inspect the bottle, and watched her eyes go wide. He smiled as he rubbed it on her nipples, which were incredibly large by this time. Then he thrust his hand between her legs and rubbed it all over her pussy. "Nice and sensitive for your master," he said. "I want tonight's lesson to leave an impression."

"Roll over," he said, and she did with his help.

"You've been so bad for so long!" he said. "You've denied me the use of your pussy. Apparently you forgot that there are other orifices I could be making use of." She felt a cold, wet sensation on her asshole. Lube. She couldn't believe it; her master never used her ass. He rummaged in his bag and pulled out a butt plug. It wasn't absurdly big, but considering he hadn't done anything to her ass in the three years they'd been together, she knew it would be very hard to take. She made little "no" noises through the gag, "nnn! Nnn!" He laughed a little.

"You should've thought about that when you were busy being disobedient," he said. He began to work the butt plug inside her. "Just loosen up and take it," he said. "If you try to resist it will hurt worse. Think of how nice and tight this will make you. I love it when you're so tight I have to struggle to push my way inside you." He slapped her ass sharply with his other hand. "You can't keep me out, sweetie. Your body was made to yield to me." He finally worked it all the way in, and then said, "Good girl. You should be thankful I didn't decide to fuck your ass tonight." He ran his hand idly over her ass, cupping her buttocks here and there. From the way she squirmed, he guessed that the compound oil had kicked in. He selected a flogger, and brought it down firmly across her ass. "All right, I know you can't answer me, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to think about these questions." He struck her ass again, harder this time. "Why do you provoke me, little one?" SMACK! "Why do you cum without my permission?" SMACK! "Why do you try to deny me your body?" SMACK! "Why do you choose not to follow the dress code I laid out for you?" SMACK! "I think…" SMACK! "…it's because…" SMACK! "…you don't believe…" SMACK! "…that I own you!" SMACK! "Preposterous, you might respond," he continued. "How could a slave not believe her master owns her?" Her body flinched, but the blow did not come. After a few seconds, he hit her again.

"Well," he said. "I think you believe it superficially, but only superficially. For that, too, you must be punished." He let loose a barrage of lashes with the flogger, all over her ass and thighs. He even hit the ropes wound over her back a few times. Then he stopped, and waited for a few seconds.

"But how can I adequately punish you for failing to fully embrace your role as my slave?" He began stroking her hair in a philosophical sort of way. "Perhaps if I had been more demonstrably dominant, it would not have come to this." He looked at her ass and saw it was red hot, with purple stripes. Sufficient. He rolled her back over. There were tears in her eyes, and he wiped one away as it escaped and rolled down her cheek. Then he gently reapplied the compound oil.

"I love you so much," he said as he toyed with her nipples. "But you must learn how to be a proper slave." He pinched her nipples very hard and watched her shudder in her bonds. "Submit to me in your heart, little one," he told her. "A slave, a proper slave, always feels owned. I know once you learn to feel that way, you'll love it."

He untied her feet then, and undressed completely. His cock was aching with his need for her and it swayed as he knelt on the bed and levered her clenched knees apart. He kissed her and squeezed her breasts. "I love your gorgeous, tender breasts," he told her. "I can't wait to watch them grow heavy with milk." She suddenly stopped shifting and squirming under him. He ignored it and continued. "You'll be so much better behaved, pregnant. I know you will be – it's only natural," he went on. "That's my last gift for you tonight. You should have ovulated, what, six hours or so ago? The hormonal changes will help you act more appropriately, and bearing me a child will make up for your insolence." Her wide eyes narrowed a bit, and she relaxed. His hands continued feeling all of her body as he added, "Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you. For the last month, you've been taking sugar pills. I took the liberty of swapping them. No hormones in 'em at all."

She immediately began squirming and shifting under him, violently straining at the ropes, trying to get her feet between him and her body. He slapped her, hard, across the face and said, "I own you. Stop fighting me." Then he pushed himself inside her, bit by bit, as he said, "I love you more than anything in the world, but now you have to learn the meaning of submission. You'll be so much happier and more content." When he succeeded at last in burying himself all the way inside her, she let out a very muffled scream through the gag.

"Shush," he told her, as he began to pump in and out of her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head tight against the mattress, biting her neck as he filled her again and again. "You'll be so beautiful, sweetie," he told her, even as she tried to fight him. He continued in the voice he used on frightened animals: "Your skin will glow, and I'll rub you with cocoa butter every day for the stretch marks. And every night I'll tie you up like this and cum in you again and again and again until your belly swells, and when it's too big for me to lay on you, I'll have you on your knees in chains. And every night you're going to cum for me, too, so you draw my cum up inside you. You need this – you need to learn this lesson."

Fatigued, she began to struggle less intensely and stopped screaming through her gag. As he began to increase the speed of his strokes, she looked at him so imploringly, he stopped in midthrust, and almost bagged the whole thing. Then he remembered himself. "I love you, little slave," he said again. "This is a great opportunity for you. The hormonal changes you go through in pregnancy will make you happier and more pliable. You'll learn your lessons faster and more easily. And you'll always have a reminder that I love you and own you – for the next nine months and the rest of your life you'll never forget what you are. I know you can't resolve the dilemma of whether to listen to your head and your social indoctrination or your natural and noble instincts. You've done so much already to make me proud of you. You're so talented and learned and beautiful. You're kind and sweet and beautiful. Now you'll learn this part of being a woman. You don't have to worry about not being worthwhile, or that you should be making a more concerted effort to contribute to academia, or that you're not independent enough. I'm taking those decisions and worries away from you, at least for now, and I know that's what you've been wanting. That's why you've been provoking me. So give in and relax. I'll teach you to be a good slave, and I know that's what you need most right now, even if you don't know it yourself."




Round One



Her body slackened and the fight left her eyes. He grabbed her ankles and slammed himself into her again and again. She began to moan through her gag, and her eyes rolled as a flush spread over her.

"That's it, good girl!" he managed to say. He grabbed his knife from the headboard and cut a few strands of the rope so she could touch herself. "Cum for me!" he ordered.

She began to squirm under him again, and her muffled moaning became constant as she writhed against him. He could feel her getting tighter, wetter, hotter around him, so he squeezed both her nipples again and again. Finally, he could feel her begin to spasm and convulse around his cock. He timed his thrusts to coincide with her clenching, and then let loose inside her as she came. He lay on and inside her for a time, and then propped himself up next to her still bound form. "Good girl," he said, "that was much better." 

He caressed her face, still red from his slapping, and her breasts, nipples still agonizingly erect. Her eyes looked frightened and bewildered in spite of the incredible orgasm he'd felt her have. "Such an innately sweet slave," he said. "You have so many social mores to overcome. It's a pity it has to happen like this." He kissed her forehead and then smiled down at her.

"Well, we'll get there in the end," he said. "Are you ready for round two?"



Round One



This is an actual transcript of the very first cyber between me and my online lover. Some edits have been made, as the typos flew fast and furious and we got a little incoherent as our excitement peaked. You may find the POV confusing if you haven't cybered or read much of it. We are addressing one another in 1st and 2nd person, and the double linebreaks are POV shifts.

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But right now, if you were in front of me, I don't think I could stop myself from having your pants off and making you mine.

I wouldn't stop you

I'd slip my hand up into your hair and pull your face into mine.

I'd bite your lip before kissing you.. letting you know you will be mine

I'd kiss and lick your lips until you opened and let our tongues dance.
But at the touch of your teeth I'd be tempted, so tempted, to let you have your way with me instead of the other way around.
I'd melt against you for a moment before stiffening my resolve to own you and capturing your wrists to hold behind your back.

*whimpers with anticipation*

With your wrists behind your back, and your hot slutty moans in my mouth, I explore your mouth with mine, probing and testing.
Then I slide my lips and tongue away from your mouth, down your chin, down your neck, to your cleavage.
As I encounter your shirt, I make you giggle when I rip buttons off with my teeth.
But your giggles return to moans as I reach your beautiful braless breasts and begin to lick.
Shifting my grip to hold your wrists with one hand, my other hand slides down the back of your pants to discover you've also foregone panties.
"You sexy fucking barbarian, with no underwear whatsoever. That eager to fuck, are we?"

*whispers* yes...

I slide the hand in your pants forward, over your hip, to your lower belly hidden under your pants.
"I know," I smile at your helpless lust.
I slowly, so slowly, shift my hand so your pants' button is between my thumb and fingers.
"Shall I?"

please

"Very good, you don't have to learn to say please," as I unbutton you.
I nudge the zipper down slightly.
"More?"
Seemingly unmoved by your whimpers and gasps, I lick a nipple. "You'll have to ask for it."
Shifting to your other breast, I lick and then suck its nipple wetly.

I thrust against your hand impatiently

"You want it. We both know it. Ask me soon, or I'll make you beg instead."
I slide two fingers under your mostly closed zipper, inadvertently opening it a bit more.

"More... I want more" I growl

I want to hold out, make you ask sweetly, but I'm nearly beyond control. Releasing your wrists from the one hand while tugging your zipper down with the other, I grasp the sides of your pants and tear them down your hips.
With your pants hanging on your thighs, one hand returns to the back of your head to roughly shove your mouth onto mine.
My other hand slides into the juncture between your legs.
Finding you soaking wet, I slide two fingers across your slippery pussy lips, barely grazing your clit, while I thrust my tongue roughly back into your mouth.
Owning your willing mouth, I take further possession of your pussy, sliding that same devilish pair of fingers inside.

I give a long moaning gasp as your lips claim mine, pushing myself greedily into your hand. My hands find your chest, steadying myself with one hand. The other scratches lightly down your chest to tease your nipple

Despite my determination to play the tough guy, I gasp slightly at your touch on my nipple.
You feel my fingers inside you, curling into a "come here" gesture, up and down against your most sensitive spot.
While my thumb moves in to tease your clit.

I chuckle evilly and lean forward to lick your nipple...

Barely grazing your tip poking out from its hood, my thumb teases it out, asking it to come out and play, as I gasp in realization that you've already found one of my hot spots.
Moving my hand from your hair to your hand, I slide it inside my open shirt in mute invitation to slide it off my shoulders.
At the same time, I add a third finger to your wet depths and rub your clit a bit harder with my thumb.

I run my hands along your chest, up to your shoulders but leaving your shirt on, not wanting to give you an excuse to move your hand out of my very wet pussy. I close my eyes and let the first wave roll over me, shuddering lightly. I open my eyes, looking into yours with pure lust, and drag my nails down your chest, back to the nipples that are taunting me. I rub both of them lightly with my thumbs, teasing them until they are hard and happy.
they feel ready and I pinch them both.

*gasps*
I show my weakness once again and melt into you, my free hand sliding around your side to your lower back to pull us together, my hardness tenting my pants urgently against your thigh.

"I want you" I whisper and pinch and flick your nipples. "I want you hard and fast love."

A fourth finger enters your pussy. With no more impediments, I slide my fingers further up into your wetness and my thumb hard against your clit.

I cry out in ecstasy sliding my hands down your stomach

Abandoning any pretense of self control, throw away my shirt, and undo my pants.
I grab your wrists and push your hands down my thighs under my pants, pushing them down and off.

I reach for you impatiently, stroking lightly while you struggle with the rest of your clothes

With my clothes completely shed, I drop to my knees in front of you, grasping the top of your pants, still halfway down your thighs. The tables turned, I look up into your eyes in mute plea, asking permission to make you naked with me.

I stroke your hair and nod

Keeping my eyes on yours, I slide your pants down your legs while kissing your mons.
Your pants in a pile at your feet, I stand and wrap my arms around you, ecstatic to be naked together you at last, touching along the entire length of our bodies, man united with woman.

I wrap my arms around your neck and leap, wrapping my legs around your waist. "fuck me..." I growl

Looking around the entryway, where you entered only moments before and unleashed a mad, impatient lust that would not be denied, I chuckle and carry your eager body into the greatroom, where you see a soft playpen couch waiting. You can't help noticing the sections have been pushed together to be more conducive to fucking than to watching TV or seating guests.

I tangle my fingers in your hair, licking your neck and nibbling on your ear

Moaning as we approach the couch, I lay you down without breaking your legs' luscious grip.
My cock is already sliding against your damp lips, wetting me in preparation.

I wiggle and squirm, trying to take you into me

With a twist and a thrust, I enter you in a single steady stroke.

a long low moan escapes as you enter me, my back arching, my fingers pulling your hair... the other hand slides down your back to your ass, getting a firm grip

Pausing for a brief moment to relish the end of the waiting, I then pull back until only the head remains hidden and slam back into your depths.

"FUCK YES!!" oh gods yes!
my other hand slides down to your ass, grasping tight, pulling you into me

You see the fire in my eyes as you find my next hotspot. Was it slamming home into you, or your hands on my ass? But you notice that as I slide back out, I don't pull back far enough to break your grip.

I dig my nails in, keeping you from escaping my grasp, kneading slightly

There's nothing to see in my eyes but hot lust as we build a rhythm, relaxing your pull to let me pull out, then joining your strength to mine to return my cock to its new home in your pussy.

My breathing is ragged and gaspy. There is no doubt how much I NEED you and want you inside me. I match your thrusts with my own. Reveling in the sight, and sound of our passion.
I slide my hands up your back and around your sides... returning to your nipples. rubbing lightly when you pull out and pinching hard when you thrust into me

The growls of my animal lust are interrupted as a longing light returns to my eyes at your aggressive touch, but nothing stops my pistoning hips. Part of me wants to surrender to the gorgeous goddess beneath me, but that part is lost in the burning need to fuck her.
I've found my goddess, you can see in my eyes, and I will surrender to her, but first I will fuck her.
Fuck her gloriously.
Fuck you gloriously, my goddess.
You see this in my eyes as I repeatedly part your womanhood with my rampant rod of iron.

"More... more! cum for me"

My own breathing is getting ragged as my moment approaches.
My cock fairly pulse with my need to cum in you.

My moans become shrill as I feel you getting close, filling me with your swollen cock

My rhythm falters as my animal growls return, but the speed of our coupling only increases.
I finally thrust home and halt, holding as far inside you as humanly possible. You see the humanity return to my eyes as my growls turn into a yell and then into a moan, my manhood releasing my cum into your pussy.

My cries join yours, my hips bucking, cumming hard and drenching your cock. My hands holding your hips tight against mine.
I slowly start to relax against you
kissing your neck and chest lightly
stroking your sides and back, hips and butt.

I nuzzle in your hair, breathing in your scent, learning it, memorizing it.
I nearly purr at your attentions. My animal lust gentled.
For now.

I laugh lightly and murmer against your neck, Round one...



Round One With The Tennis Coach



The first person that really enlightened me to wonderful sex took me totally by surprise. About six months after my divorce, I took a job as technology coordinator at a Junior High school. The first day of school, I was standing at the copier looking down, when the best looking pair of legs I had ever seen on a man walked by. I guess I caught his interest also, because he stopped, turned around, and walked back into the copier room. He came up to me and said, "Hi, my name is Kyle, I am the tennis coach. I don't think we've met, are you new this year?" He wasn't great looking or anything; but I could tell he was in great physical condition. I was only 27 and he had to be at least forty-ish; but there was definitely instant attraction. I said, "Well, that would explain the legs." and laughed. He looked me up and down and said, "I don't even know where to start on you. It all looks good." I blushed and we both laughed a little. He grinned with perfect teeth and said, "Welcome, to our Jr. High. Looks like we will have a great year!" Our boss came in and he left. She looked at me and said, "Watch out for that one, he's a smooth talker." I asked her if it was all talk and she said she wasn't sure, and we laughed.

I later found out that he was married to a very wealthy lady in town and that he was quite a womanizer. So, although I was single at the time, I dismissed the idea of a relationship with him. I thought I was looking for something more "permanent". Throughout the year, he would seek me out almost every day and we would talk or he would invite me to the coach's lounge. Many times, he hinted that he would like to get me to go away with him for a weekend but I just had my doubts about him as a lover and never would commit to an actual encounter.

On the last day of school, he came to my office and sat talking with me for a while. I was wearing a short black dress with pink floral pattern. It was cut very low in the back and I wore black heels. I could tell he was feeling the attraction between us by the way his eyes kept sweeping over me like he was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation. I mentioned a project I was working on and he stood up and moved behind me to look at the computer screen. As he leaned over my shoulder, he pretended to reach for the mouse. Instead he reached for my breast. That was the first time he had forced the intimacy and it felt good. My nipples hardened instantly and he began to massage and tweak my nipple. It was a weak moment for me for I was very wanting and as our eyes met his burned with pure lust. I stared back as his questing hand toyed with my nipple. He must have sensed that I was aroused and felt his near victory because he leaned closer, his breath fanning my cheek. Someone knocked at my office door and he removed his hand and left my office. I was hot and very wet and almost moaned aloud at his abrupt departure.

Later that day I caught him watching me across the cafeteria. When he saw me leave for my office again, he followed me and pulled me into a book room. His hands on my bareback were so hot; I thought it would actually leave a mark. He lowered his head to kiss me but he never touched my lips, his lips touched my neck and I melted. I was burning so hot between my legs and I raised one knee to feel relief. He took that as a queue and ran a hand beneath my skirt to the center of my thighs. I was only wearing panty hose and he could feel the wetness seeping through the nylon and began to finger my clit wetting his fingers with the moisture. Through the panty hose it was difficult to really get to my clit or the lips of my vagina. I felt his cock grow hard against my thigh; it felt long, thick and hard. I rubbed my wet pussy against his hand but we both knew this wouldn't work. Finally, we broke apart and I turned and placed my forehead against the shelf there in the book room to cool down. There were some magazines on the shelf and to break the silence he pointed at the woman on the front and made a comment. I looked up at him and he said, "Now, will you meet me somewhere?" A little breathless I said, "Yes, where?" He said, "My house at 3:00 this afternoon." I asked about his wife and what she would think? He said he wasn't taking "no" for an answer. If I wouldn't meet him there, he would lock the door and do me here and to hell with the boss lady. I agreed to meet him there and he left. I felt his handprint on my back all afternoon and was sure that everyone could see it.

He met me in the parking lot after school at 2:45 and he told me to follow him. I had never done anything like this and was very nervous driving to his house. The only thing that kept me from changing my mind was the memory of how his hands burned my body everywhere he touched me. He had great hands. When we reached his house in a very elite part of town. He told me to park in the church parking lot a little ways from his house. When I got to his door, he invited me in and asked if I wanted anything to drink? My mouth was so dry from the nervousness; so, I told him yes. He asked if I wanted to freshen up and showed me the guest bathroom. He told me that I could use anything in there because his wife never goes in there. I used the restroom and noticed that I was already creaming between my legs. I splashed water on my face to cool down and patted it dry not to mess up my make-up. I slipped out of my panty hose and put them in my purse. I put my heels back on and walked back to the living room to find Kyle.

He was sitting on the sofa in the den. He had changed his tennis shorts and put on a button down shirt but most of the buttons were open. I sat down in a chair across from him. He indicated my drink on the table in front of him. I stood up to reach for the drink and he caught my wrist. He pulled me over to the sofa next to him and I sat down. He kissed me, but I was so nervous I didn't respond. I reached for my drink and he began to massage my back and shoulders. He guessed that I had never been with a married man and I told him that was true and that I was very nervous. He told me there was nothing to be frightened about and that if I would feel more comfortable, he would call her to make sure she wasn't coming home anytime soon. I said, "okay!" He said but first you have to relax and kiss me. I leaned toward him, pressed my lips to his and he slid his hand down my back to release my zipper. 

The dress fell forward and he looked at my breasts through the lacey bra. He told me that he had looked down my shirt so many times and couldn't wait to get his mouth on my nipples. He undid the front clasp of my bra and brushed it away. His hands closed over my breast and his mouth found my nipple. Gently he sucked at first until I pressed him more firmly. He began to suck harder using his tongue to circle the areola and with his free hand he massaged my other breast plucking the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I ignited and lay back on the sofa giving him full access to my body... I massaged his head, neck and shoulders as he sucked and tugged at my nipples I arched my back against his hands and his mouth grew harder and more insistent. I closed my eyes and my mouth opened in a silent cry.

I could feel the moist heat between my legs and moaning, I began to finger my clit and opening searching for a release. His fingers followed my lead moving to my heated opening with surety. It felt so good as his questing fingers slid into the opening of my canal. His fingers were long and hard and sure. He quickly found the passion places in my vagina that I never knew existed. His forefinger circled my opening igniting all my fires then thrust again into my opening. My hips involuntarily thrust against his masterful hand. His thumb found my swollen clit and playfully flicked it alternately applying pressure increasing my excitement with each touch. I was suddenly lost in the emotions begging him to fuck me and suck me. He obliged kissing and sucking at my breast while his hands work magic in my pussy. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, He slid his pinky finger into my asshole. 

Applying the same techniques he was using on my vagina and clit. I gasped and thrust at his hand. All my awareness and emotion was centered on my pleasure. He sensed my readiness and lowered his head replacing his fingers with a warm hard tongue. Sensations exploded inside me and I arched my back moaning in pleasure. "Oh, God, Kyle! Uhhh!" I clutched at my pussy urging him to suck the clear sweet liquid as it gushed from my body. He fucked urgently now with his fingers in my tunnel and ass. The contractions started deep in my abdomen and I knew it would be a hard climax. He grasped my clit in his mouth sucking and flicking the charged tip with his tongue. I cried out rocking as the waves closed my opening. I shuddered and pleasure bumps passed across my skin that he noticed and traced the patterns on my skin with his tongue.

Knowing that my first storm had passed, he moved up to my lips again. Kissing me passionately allowing me to taste my juices on his tongue. Gently, I licked the sweet cum from his mouth and chin which seemed to delight him even more. "You don't mind?" He asked? I replied that I shouldn't since it was my own juices. He seemed overcome with his desire of me and lustfully his eyes gazed at me. I realized that he had not cum, yet. I felt his cock press hard against my bare thigh and reached for him. I found the zipper and slid my hand inside. My fingers closed around his piece and I was shocked by the hard thickness. I guess in my surprise, I hesitated because he looked up at me and grew still. 

He sat up pulling me with him. Standing up he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his shorts. I was amazed at the size of his cock. It wasn't really long, only about 7 or 8 inches but it was very thick and beautifully shaped. My mouth watered and I reached for him with both hands. Sliding him in and out of my mouth I tasted him. I had to open my mouth very wide and was careful not to let my teeth graze his skin. I rolled my tongue around the head of his penis and he shivered. It made me feel hot again, and I sucked again.

Licking and sucking, I moistened him from balls to tip. Each time I sucked, I'd roll my tongue around the head giving special attention to the sensitive tip. He massaged my head and shoulders as he stood in front of me and each time I'd take him in my mouth he would press slightly more insistent on the back of my head. He moaned and I was so wet. I slipped out of my shoes and pulled my feet beneath me so that my heel pressed against my clit and I rocked gently adding pressure. His hands grew more insistent as he pushed his cock deep into my throat... I had never taken anything this big in and wasn't sure I could; I attempted a swallow and he glided into my throat. He moaned and shuddered as I took him all the way in..... deep. My eyes watered some and my wetness increased as he began to pump in rhythm. Lightly, he touched my face, neck and shoulders encouraging me to continue my quest for his pleasure. I felt the shivers on his skin as I put my hands on his ass and squeezed. 

He looked at me and told me that he couldn't stop... It just felt to good to quit.... I responded by tightening my grip on his ass and shoving him deeper into my throat. I felt his balls on my chin and new I had taken him all in. I began to tremble and moved my ass gently against my foot to stimulate my clit as he stroked my throat. He ground out, "Oh, my god, this is good!" Then I felt him jerk and warm cum filled my throat. He continued to pump while gasping and groaning with his hands hard in my hair. I sucked until he unloaded everything in my throat and mouth. I swallowed and he held my head to his cock until I had licked and sucked him dry then he collapsed on the sofa beside me. Pulling me onto his chest, he thanked me and apologized for taking his pleasure first. I told him it was okay but he wasn't happy about it. He said he had been waiting to fuck me all year and then he blew it.... I said, "Yeah, you sure did!" We laughed... and he asked if I'd come back to see him the next day. School was out and we would have more free time. Since, we were out time today and his wife would soon be home. I told him yes but he made me promise I would call by 10. I freshened up and left with a kiss.



Round Robin



The view from the patio was spectacular. Looking down at the city lights from this spacious hilltop home, I was lost in thought reviewing the evening's events. Meeting the other 5 couples over a seafood dinner catered by a well-known local chef was very exotic. And the hosts...Jack and Susan, we so gracious and fun to be around. My husband Brandon and I liked them immediately.

The other couples seemed friendly and open but there has not yet been enough opportunity to really meet them. "However, that will soon change," I found myself saying aloud.

Jack's deep voice calling his guests to come into the living room interrupted my thinking. Walking slowing towards the group, I noticed that the fireplace was lit and the lights turned down. In the middle was a low, five foot diameter, slightly padded table supported by a sturdy square pedestal. It was surrounded by 6 small, two-seater, low-back sofas. Seeing Jack wave me over, I went to the sofa he was sitting on. Looking up, Jack patted the seat cushion and said, "Robin, sit here beside me and your husband Brandon can be with my wife across from us." 

Raising his voice, Jack said, "that goes for the rest of you as well. Since we all are newly acquainted, please sit beside someone other than your spouse and introduce yourself. Make sure you sit beside someone of the opposite sex. "

After we got settled, Susan had us play a few parlor games to get us relaxed and smiling. She then excused herself for a few minutes and appeared with coffee and after-dinner treats. She placed them on the round table and then easily rotated padded top to each guest so they could help themselves without getting up. "Don't worry about spilling anything on this table," added Susan, "the padded top has a special scotch-guarded material that almost repels stains. All I need is a damp sponge and dry cloth to clean things up."

"So, " Jack said, turning to me. "I understand that tonight is a special night for you," Caught by surprise at the suddenness of his statement, my face slightly reddened and I shyly mumbled , "matter of fact it is."

"Robin," Jack elaborated, while transferring his gaze to Brandon and other couples seated around the table, "has a fantasy that she wants to fulfill and she thinks this is the perfect setting."

"Go ahead, Robin, tell us about this fantasy." 

Hearing these words, my face now turned a bright crimson and I was tongue-tied. 

Sensing my embarrassment, Jack quickly interceded and began to speak for me. "Robin has this recurring fantasy of being nude in front of strangers." "Is this correct Robin?" I nodded in agreement.

"She also has given me a list of things that she would like to do in front of strangers. Should I read them aloud?" He asked, turning to me. I shook my head violently from side to side.

"OK, no need to read them as we all will soon see for ourselves." 

Hearing this, I mentally went through this list and felt my body becoming aroused. My nipples were hardening, I was beginning to feel very warm and moist between my legs.

Jack was well aware of my arousal and quietly asked everyone to look at my large breasts and see my nipples protruding under my blue silk blouse. Although I wished that I had worn a bra to hide my increasing excitement, I was enjoying the attention and how it fueled my sexual tension. 

Reaching his right hand over my blouse, Jack skillfully undid the top two buttons to reveal my ample cleavage. Sitting back, he exclaimed his appreciation. "Robin, I must say, they look fabulous. Please continue and undo the remaining buttons."

Jack's compliment and the nods of approval from the remaining members of the group...except Brandon of course....gave me the courage I needed to do as Jack requested. As the last button came undone, the blouse hung loosely on my chest revealing almost everything. I felt humiliated, yet eager to continue.

"Well", Jack said, "To celebrate this step forward, I have a present for you."

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Jack brought out a slim leather necklace and two bracelets. All had a series of half inch metal rings attached to them. Handing them to me he said "Please put these on."

The black leather was so soft I was sure it must be Italian. Each metal ring contained etched lines arranged in pleasing geometric patterns. The bracelets snapped on easily. However, the necklace was more difficult to attach and as I raised my arms to complete this task my breasts pushed boldly forward for all to view.

Seeing I was done, Jack then said "Oh, I forgot. I also have some ankle bracelets for you as well." He then handed me two similar bracelets that I proceeded to put around my ankles. Of course my breasts fell forward as I bent over to attach the bracelets, giving everyone another good look. I lingered a bit longer than necessary as this gave me a sexual rush causing me to squirm in my seat.

As I straightened up and tugged my blouse together, Jack brought out a small metal clip and put it on one of the rings at the back of the collar I was wearing on my neck. Getting up from the sofa, Jack moved behind me and placed both of his large hands on my shoulders. "Well, Robin, he stated, "so far we have only caught glimpses of what you have to offer. I for one want to see it all. Please take off your blouse.

Thinking about baring my breasts in front of people I hardly knew was a real turn on and now it was going to happen for real. But, I still felt shy and hesitant. Slowly I slipped my right arm out of my blouse and then my left. Now the blouse hung over my shoulders and my crossed arms covered my modesty.

With a gentle tug on the collar of my blouse, Jack was able to lift it off my body and over his arm. "That's better," he remarked. Now, unfold your arms and raise them high in the air he commanded."

I slowly complied with his order and eventually both arms were high in the air with my breasts in full view. Just as I was to bring my arms down, thinking that this part of my fantasy was fulfilled, Jack gently moved my right wrist behind my neck and connected one of its rings to the snap at the back of my neck collar. Quickly, he did the same with my left wrist. Now, with both hands secured behind my neck, there was no way to shelter my breasts from the stares of Jack's guests.

"Now," Jack said softly as he moved his mouth closer to my neck, "we are going to have some real fun." His gentle kisses to my neck and ears caused a flood of sex juices to run from between my legs, soaking my panties and making me short of breath. Moaning slightly, I moved my head, encouraging Jack to explore further.

Abruptly he stopped, stood up and looked over at Brandon. Brandon, he said, "your wife looks absolutely stunning does she not? " Brandon nodded his head in agreement. "Breasts like those are rare as hen's teeth, am I correct?" Brandon again nodded. "Yes sir, rare as hen's teeth," he repeated. 

Coming behind me again, Jack continued "Just like a famous painting, these breasts need to be put on display so that all can see and enjoy." Hearing this Brandon become still, "Yep, it's time that other men besides yourself get an opportunity to admire and play with these tits".

My body instinctively tensed hearing Jack talk about "tits". This was vulgar language I was not accustomed to -- yet, a small blush was spreading across my body and it was becoming evident to everyone present that my body was aching for release.

Just then, Jack leaned over and rubbed his hands over my exposed tits. He took his time exploring them and twisting my nipples to see how far they would stretch. By this time, my hips were wiggling causing my skirt to ride up my leg. When Jack took his hands from my tits, the crotch of my drenched panties and bulging pussy, could be seen by everyone who cared to look -- and they all did. Brandon was getting very uneasy about how this was turning out and was just about to object to my treatment when Jack said, "Robin, please stand up for a second walk behind the sofa." 

Keeping my gaze on Brandon, I stood up and did what Jack requested. "Brandon," Jack said, 'look at where Robin was sitting and what do you see." Brandon replied, "It looks like she left a big wet spot." 

"Yep, that's what it is for sure, "said Jack, "and it's all my fault because I was the one playing with your wife."

"Now it only seems fair," Jack continued, "that you get equal treatment."

My ears perked up at this. What is he going to do with my husband?

"Robin, since you're soaking wet," Jack reasoned aloud, "it's only fair that Brandon's underwear gets moist as well". Susan, "please play the perfect hostess and rub Brandon's cock for him. Don't bother to put your hands in his pants, just rub him lightly on the outside."

"Do you mind Robin?"

Mind, I chuckled to myself. This is going to be real interesting. "Of course not," I replied straight-faced.

"Brandon," Jack asked, "is that OK with you?" Taken completely by surprise, Brandon meekly mumbled "OK" and sat back in the sofa. 

No sooner had Susan started to lightly stroke him between his legs than Brandon let out a muffled gasp, stiffened his body and then slumped in the sofa. Astonished at what just happened, Susan looked around and said "That was quick. I had never seen anyone cum that quickly before." 

Robin", Susan asked, "is Brandon always like this?" 

Blushing, I said, "Yes. It's big problem. Only once or twice in the past year and a half has he ever been able to be inside me, and that was for a few moments." 

"Incredible," Jack remarked, "but understandable as you are very, very sexy. Ladies and gentlemen," Jack said looking around the group,"do you agree?" Immediately, a chorus of "yes, most certainly, definitely," were uttered.

"So in what ways does Brandon satisfy you?" Susan asked.

"He doesn't at all," I replied. "Brandon does nothing."

Looking perplexed, Susan asked, "But what about touching, kissing and rubbing you so that you......"

"......Get off," I finished bitterly. "Never!"

With those few words, the fluttering and sexual itching between my legs was becoming unbearable. 

Having my breasts on full view and the most intimate aspects of my marital relationship being revealed was causing me considerable embarrassment yet the shame was increasing my desire for more. I was aching for my breasts to be touched again and I was squeezing my thighs together to get relief.

Witnessing my high state of arousal, Jack smilingly suggested, "Let's focus on Robin again and have some fun with her breasts. Susan, please go to the kitchen and get us dessert." 

As Susan was getting dessert, Jack stood up beside me and slowly turned my body towards the kitchen. As I moved, I could see that Susan was returning from the kitchen and was holding something behind her back.

All of a sudden Jack said, "Let her have it."

I jumped back, somewhat startled, as Susan pointed a pressurized can of whipped cream towards my ample tits and began spraying them.

The cream felt very cool against my bare boobs and started to melt, sending small rivers downwards towards my stomach. 

Seeing this Susan said, "Jack, her skirt is going to get all messed up and it is such a beautiful material."

"I can fix that," he replied. Skillfully Jack unfastened the back of my skirt, unzipped it and let fall to the floor.

Instructing me to first lift my right and then my left foot, Jack took my skirt, neatly folded it and placed in on the mantle over the fireplace. My thong underwear formed a tight, thin line between my bum cheeks. And, and as my back was towards the fire, my skin was getting warm and rosy. 

Rubbing his hands over me and looking at Brandon, Jack commented "Your wife has a very nice ass. We are all going to enjoy it and everything else she has to offer," he added.

"Robin," Jack commanded, walk over to Jim, and ask him to start licking the whipped cream from your tits. And Jim, make sure you feel how wet Robin's pussy is getting."

Jim was only a few feet away and as I walked towards him I could see his sex straining in his pants. He obviously had more control than Brandon. My tits were aching for someone's tongue, anyone's tongue and Jim seem only too eager to please. Bending forward I coyly said , "Jim, please lick my tits and suck my nipples ." Jim's tongue felt heavenly as he slowly ran it up from my belly button to finally lick each nipple on my hanging tits. His right hand traveled up my leg and came to rest on my mound. He lazily brought his fingers to rest on my protruding clit and circled my pleasure center every so lightly causing me to moan loudly. He then moved his fingers downward, further and further until he caressed that area between by pussy and my .....rosebud. It felt wonderful. Then ever so slowly he moved further and circled a most private dirty spot. I clenched my muscles as if to keep his finger away but as I relaxed I ached for his finger to invade me. 

Suddenly Jack said, "Time's up Jim, it's Alex's turn." But I think Alex will need a bit of help. "Brandon, get over here beside your sexy wife and Susan you come too."

As the three of us crowded in front of Alex, Jack instructed Susan to once again start stroking Brandon between the legs. As she started to do this he said to Brandon, "Now reach down and pull the front of your wife's panties aside so that Alex can easily see and feel her pussy lips. Alex, as you start sucking and licking Robin's tits, I want you to stick two fingers in her twat and finger-fuck her. Be careful not to touch her clit, we don't want her to cum just yet. When Brandon cums in his pants, I will tell you to stop."

As Alex was finger fucking my cunt and sucking my tits, I spread my legs wider and lewdly began to thrust my hips forward to match the rapid penetrations. I didn't care where I was or who was watching, I needed release after so many months of frustration. ...but then, Brandon let out a huge gasp and it was over. His body sagged and I could see that the crotch of his pants were soiled with spent cum.

"Just when things were getting hot, good old Brandon shots his load," laughed Jack. "Alex, get your fingers out of Robins' cunt and your face away from her tits. I want you to peel those panties off her ass and throw them in the fire. Let's give her a workout she will remember for a long time."

Alex obligingly stripped off my thong, threw it in the fireplace and I watched it burn. I was now completely naked in front of 5 men whose cocks were fighting to get through their pants and who were as eager for relief as I was. 

Jack broke the tension by saying "We really must get the rest of this whipping cream off your delicious body my dear Robin." Pointing to the remaining two men whose cocks were rigid at attention, Jack suggested they get to their feet and have one stand in front of me while the other stood in back. 

"Now, Larry, since you are behind Robin, you can start licking her neck clean and feeling her tight butt. Make sure you feel her up real good. I want to see you sticking your finger up her ass. As for you, Richard, give her cum-hole a good rubbing while you suck that sweet stuff off her boobs. I will give you each one minute of playtime. Oh, and Robin, keep your legs spread so we can all see the hot action."

As the Larry's and Richards fingers and tongues ravished my body, I no longer felt embarrassed or humiliated. I moved my hips and position my breasts to make the most of their touches in my intimate parts. My cunt was now on automatic, urging my hips forward for those caresses that would catapult me to orgasm. After a few seconds I began moaning uncontrollably.

"Stop at once", I heard Jack say. "Time is up. You've done a good job. She is really hot and needs penetrating." Jack turned to Susan and said, "Dear, please bring me the special bondage sheet for the table.". Susan scurried away to a nearby closet and brought out a circle sheet that she placed over the lazy-Susan and secured in place by tucking the edges over the edges and drawing them tight with a draw-string.

"Larry, Richard, you can both sit down," ordered Jack. Reaching behind my neck Jack separated the rings that binded my hands behind my neck and asked "are your arms sore?" 

I replied, "They feel OK.".

"Excellent. Now let's make you a bit more comfortable. Susan," Jack asked, "where is that tube pillow we have?"

"Right here, dear," Susan said, bringing it out from under the couch and placing it on the table.

"Thanks Susan," Jack said as took the 18 in diameter tube and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Now Robin", he said, "I want you to lay done on the table with your face down and your hips over top of that firm, foam tube."

I scrambled onto the table and climbed over the tube to get into position. My hips were raised very high in the air while my head touched the table. My feet however waved around. Seeing how off -balance I was, Jack came around and clipped a small 6 inch leash to the ring on my necklace and then clipped the other end to a ring protruding from the table cover. Moving behind me Jack took another 6" leash from his pocket, secured it in a similar fashion to my right ankle bracelet. Pulling my leg away from my body and downward, he clipped the end of the leash to the table. Quickly he did the same thing to my left leg so that I was tied to the table in the most obscene position. My ass was high in the air and close to the table edge. All of my private parts could be seen in excruciating detail and as Jack turned the table top slowly for all to view, he spent considerable time describing my tight asshole and wet cunt. Each time I revolved past Jack he stopped and fingered my ass with one hand while placing up to three fingers in my twat. The effect on my body was electrifying.

Being so lewdly on display, helpless and my sex expertly fingered kept my pussy juices flowing. I was moving my hips to take the greatest advantage of his touch so that I could cum. But he fingered my sex until he saw I was about to get relief and then he stopped.. 

Just after Jack had played with me for the 4th time, I heard him say to the other four women in the group, "Well, is this what you wanted to see tonight?"

"Yes," said Monica. "I have always wanted watch a women get fondled by a group of men and get really aroused.. I am on pins and needles waiting to see her actually being screwed by different men, including my husband.

"Is there any particularly kind of fucking you want to see." Asked Jack. 

Thinking for a brief moment, Monica replied, " I want to see some anal sex. Better yet, I want my husband Larry to put his pole deep in her ass. This would be a good present for him because this never interested me."

Betty quickly joined in saying, "I want my Alex's cock in her twat. He is quite large and I want to see if he can easily get it inside her. "

Lucy looked at Melina, Melinda nodded and Lucy said, "We want to see Robin suck each of husbands pricks until they cum. Jim and Richard would like that a lot."

"These are just splendid ideas. They all just happen to be among the many fantasies that Robin wants to experience." exclaimed Jack.

Turning the table so my head was facing Jim, Jack said, "Jim, take off your pants and pull out your dick so you can get it sucked."

It took Jim no longer than a heartbeat to get his pants off and his hardon in front of my lips. Supporting myself with my elbows, I raised my head up so that my lips touched the tip of his cock. I flicked my tongue on the cockhead and then slowly took him into my mouth. Gently squeezing him with my lips I began moving my mouth up and down on this piece of meat that I really preferred to be between my legs. The more I sucked his cock the hornier I got. My whole body now was getting flush and sex juices were again running down my leg. Just as I was getting used to the rhythm Jim heaved a big sigh and came deep in my throat. 




Round Robin



Almost before I knew what had happened, Richard had grabbed the table and turned it toward him so that I now had his cock standing at attention in front of my face. With some spent cum dribbling down my chin, I licked and sucked his boner as if it were a popsicle. The more I sucked the more excited I got. This slurping cock sucking session got so loud that Melinda and Lucy were growing red-faced and somewhat embarrassed but they still watched wide-eyed and with increasing sexual tension. Soon Richard came with a loud grunt and slowly eased his cock from my mouth.

Now I really was in a sexual frenzy and looking quite ridiculous with my legs spread, ass high in the air and mouth foaming with cum and saliva. A great U-Tube shot if there ever was one. However, I was also getting a bit pissed. I wanted my turn.

Just at the right moment, Jack moved the table so that my face was in front of Alex. By this time, Alex had dropped his pants and proudly displayed the largest, thickest cock I had ever seen. 

"Don't worry Robin, "You don't have to stretch your small mouth over his monster." "Let me turn this table another 180 degrees so that I get the entrance of your inviting love tunnel in front of him."

Slowly the table turned and with it my hips began to rock back and forth on the pillow, straining the leashes that held my legs apart. Hungry for the anticipated invasion my body was tensing and yearning to be filled. Finally, the table stopped and I could feel Alex rub his huge cock on my right leg, starting at the ankle and moving towards my bum. As he rested it on my bum it felt incredibly heavy and as he moved it down my left leg towards the ankle it seem to get even bigger and harder.

Then I no longer felt his cock on my leg. I felt nothing but a strong desire to have him inside me. 

Whispering, I said "I want it, give it to me now." 

Just as I was to beg him again, I felt a huge pressure on my pussy lips. Ever so slowly he pushed his cock into my wet cunt. Finally, I was getting fucked. My twat stretched and welcomed his member into me with great ease. When I was finally impaled on his pole he moved his hand to my clit and began to massage it with great expertise. At that point a huge orgasm sent wave after wave of pure pleasure through my body. I groaned loudly and began screaming, "Fuck me, Fuck me. Give me all of your cock." My orgasm seemed to last forever and as it subsided Alex shouted that he was coming. I expected he would pull out but instead his cock remained rigid and he began fucking me with long slow strokes. This soon got me to the edge of another orgasm but Alex came again and then went limp.

I couldn't believe that although I had an orgasm I was still not satisfied. My body ached for more and as I wiggled my ass I heard myself say, "I want more, give me more."

Turning the table to my husband Brandon so that he was between my outstretched legs, Jack said, "Get closer to your dear wife and start licking your wife's ass for us. Make sure you get it nicely lubricated because Monica wants Robin to give Larry his present"

I had never had a cock up my ass before, never mind having my husband lick my asshole. As Brandon hesitantly got to his knees and started to tongue my rosebud, Jack noticed that Brandon's cock was not hard. Seems it had cum too much already. 

"Too bad, Jack commented, "if you could get a hard on I'd let you fuck your wife but it looks like the rest of us will have to do it. Hurry up Brandon, get her bum really wet and ready to fuck."

After a couple of delicious minutes of tongue licking around my hole, I was wound up tighter than a piano strong Jack asked, "Robin are you ready to be bum-fucked?"

Crazed with desire I nodded my head and said, Yes, yes, I need it so bad."

Hearing these words, Jack told Brandon he could stop licking now and go sit down. He instructed Susan to put her hands in his pants and to start rubbing his prick in the off-chance he could cum again. At the same time, Jack unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. Susan said, "You know Jack, I always know when you want to screw because you never wear any briefs. You dick is looking very hard and very full. I suggest you give Robin what she is craving for. Just look at that little pig wiggle her butt trying to get some attention. Brandon is still very soft and is not up to the job," Susan giggled. "Go ahead Jack, "fuck his wife where she's never had it before.

Susan was right, my clit was aching to be touched and I was clenching my ass muscles, yearning to be penetrated. 

"Actually," Jack began, "Larry's first," and with that I was rotated so that Larry could have me with his tool. 

I could hear Larry moved forward and slowly he let his cock rub against my ass cheeks. First one side and then the other. Very soon he placed his pole on the top of my crack and was guiding it forwards until the head of his cock was lightly pressing against my virgin ass. I could tell he had had ass-fucked a lot of women by the way he took his time, waiting for me to thrust my hips backwards to show I wanted it there. 

Suddenly, I felt sorry for Monica, knowing that Larry must be having affairs. But this insight just fueled my wild feelings and I started pushing my hips back so that his cock head was against my tight ass ring. Hungry for a fuck, I pushed back against his throbbing cock so that he slightly penetrated me. Feeling my desire and the heat coming from my fuckhole he pressed forward and in one smooth stroke buried his cock deep in my ass. This sudden invasion gave me such indescribable pleasure that I came immediately and very loudly. My whole body was jolted from pleasure shocks from my cunt and my ass. I shook uncontrollably and screamed "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, use your cock, fuck me hard, please fuck me hard." Larry needed no urging and as my orgasm subsided, he started pounding my asshole with long quick strokes. After a short 2-3 minutes his cum filled my rectum and he slowly pulled out. 

That second orgasm took a lot out of me and I was beginning to look forward to getting some rest when Jack muttered, "Not bad, Larry. Now move her over here so that I can have some of this"

Jack quickly guided his cock into my asshole. Already lubricated with Larry's cum and stretched from his fucking, I easily accommodated his member and began clenching and releasing my muscles in rhythm with his slow fucking motion. 

As he moved his tool back and forth Jack tickled my clit and my moans became louder and louder. My ass checks grew rosy with excitement as I took his rigid cock in my rear, squeezing him as hard as I could so that I could milk his cum into my asshole.

The pressure on his cock was too great and with a loud groan Jack gave up his load into my overflowing, cum filled ass. As I felt him spurting inside of me, another explosion of pleasure racked my body and I became limp with exhaustion.

Finished, Jack sat down and asked Susan if Brandon had come in his pants again or was he ready to fuck his wife. Susan chuckled saying "No Brandon's not going to fuck his wife for a while. He came twice. Once when he saw Alex's cock buried in Robin's twat and once when you were buggering her.

"Well," said Jack, looking at the ladies in the group. "You have all been very patient watching your men fuck Robin. It's a good thing that each of you, including my wife, enjoys having your cunt lips sucked because that is about all us men might be able to do for a hour or so. So why don't each of you take that handsome man sitting beside you into one of our many rooms and have him meet your needs. As for you Brandon, I suggest you help your wife get cleaned up then cuddle together by the fire and watch Susan exposed her shaved pussy for me to play with.



Round Three



(pt2 of "The Club")

I had to softly chuckle as he jumped out the car, slamming the door behind him. The surge of lust that over took me made me dizzy. My pussy wanted more. It was as if I haven't had any in months rather than minutes. But he didn't follow me in. Instead he leaned on the hood of his car, folded his arms and watched me. Arching my eyebrow in question, I simply asked, "What?"

He smiled and told me to come forward. Smiling back, I did. I picked up the coat and draped it around my shoulders. Stopping in front of him, I leaned forward for a kiss. He turned his head away. Startled, I pulled away and glared.

"You like being in control don't you? In fact I bet you think you're the one in control right now, don't you?"

"Uhhh, yea!"

He laughed and reached up. He laced his fingers through my hair and pulled me forward into that kiss, sucking on my tongue, massage my neck. Breaking it he whispered in my ear, "unzip me."

I did. He sprung free all hot and eager. I played with him, using two hands at a time, one to stoke up and the other to stoke down in a twist. He liked it. I liked it too, that is until he yanked my head back suddenly without warning.

He bend me back so far I thought he was going to break my back, but his left arm braced me. Dipping his head, he lightly bit my nipple and slowing increased the pressure, until I grasp. Stopping, he licked and blew.

Bending over me, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. Instead, he stared at my face as if measuring me. I guess this was his way of turning the tables. Men hate the feeling of lack of control. I played along. Afterall, I liked it so far. He pulled the coat off my shoulders and dropped it in front of us both. Cradling my head again he gently pushed my head down. At first, I resisted, but he continued to press and finally I gave in. 

Landing on my knees, I swallowed him whole. Well, as much as I could take, as much as I trained myself to take. Sucking and twisting my head in a slow circular motion, I massaged his dick with my tongue, swallowing from time to time. Imitating the motion of my pussy when I cum. Not only does swallowing let me tighten the pressure on his dick; it allows me to suck him in deeper, really creating the effect of a "blow" job.

He panted and began to softly thrust. Holding my head, he then instructed me.

"Hold steady, don't move. If you move, it may hurt. If you don't, I can make it as easy as possible. But something tells me even if I don't you can handle it."

With him holding my head tightly it was hard for me to pull back or push forward. 

"Open wider, " he said.

I did. The little bitch began to twitch again. And he thrusted. Hard. Like my shit was a pussy and not a mouth. He proceeded to literally face fuck me, pushing harder and deeper than the one before. I almost choked but he tightened his hold and roared for me to take it, to open and swallow him. 

Relaxing, concentrating, I obeyed. Remembering to breath I relaxed my body and let him used me. Pounding and pushing, our body began moving as one, rocking in motion. His body pushed against my lips, his pubic hair brushed against my face, in my nose, tickling at first, until he fucked my mouth harder, until I felt my lips began to become numb. 

It was hard and it was wet. His juices mixed with my saliva and pooled around my face, lubricating his cock and drenching my face. Then he began pushing my face toward him as he thirsted deeper in my mouth faster…faster, a thrust every second. 

"Take it. Eat it. Swallow it. Love it. Fuck it!…. That's right, that's right. Fuck me, fuck you. Oh you sweet bitch, my little bitch. Mine. My dick. My cock in your mouth. Sweet sweet pussy, my other pussy, that's your month. " In. In. "Let me fuck you. Watch me fuck you. Beg ME as I FUCKKKKKK you!" Ahhhhh (that was me) Shit! (that was him)

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust cum cum cum cum cum cum drink…and drink…and drink.

Do you feel me? Do you feel what I'm saying? Can you see it? Can you understand what I was feeling? It was all unreal. Exotic… Erotic… Erotica. I came too, off my excitement, off his excitement. That shit had me crying. The blood pounded through my body, through my pussy, making it tightened and contract in pain. Sweet agony. Blood pounding in my head. I felt hung over. Pounding in my month as his cock pulsed. And there I knelt, naked on his coat, against his car and him standing, still standing over me, completely dressed except for his dick, which was in my mouth. You don't see that every day; you don't feel this everyday. I think I'll keep him, despite that little white circle on his ring finger. That bitch ain't got shit better than me. 

Pulling back, his dick fell from my mouth with a soft wet sucking we sound. My lips hurt. My pussy hurt, my body hurt.

Standing I picked up the coat and went inside, leaving the door open. He followed, of course. He tried to kiss me, but this time I was the one turning my head. My mouth really did hurt. Besides, I didn't want his tongue. I wanted his dick. 

"Sorry. It's going to take me a few minutes. Got a substitute?" "Yes, in the bedroom, down the hall on the left. Top draw on the right, next to the bed. And while you are in there, bring me the string of leather tied to the post of my bed. And as you pass by the kitchen get me a glass of crash ice."

"Why?" "You'll see."

A few minutes later, he came with all the items, including Mr. Vibe, a gift from daddy (read The Visit to see how that started). He found me softly playing with my clit, trying not to come, trying to wait but damn it was hard.

Leaning forward he pushed my hand out the way and proceeded to lick and suck on my clit. God. He slowly inserted the dildo into my pussy. He watched as it glided in. he listened as I panted softly and moaned. He held me down as my hips bounced on the toy. He watched it disappear in my pussy, stretching my walls. He thrusted it and twisted it in a way he couldn't do with this dick. He turned in a 360* rotation, bending it at will and fucked me. Leaning forward he softly kissed me. Opening my eyes, he told me to watch. 

Looking, I saw his hand move the toy in and out my pussy. We watched as he twisted and turned.

"Help me"

Reaching down I replaced his hand with both of mine and pushed the dildo deeper, faster, and of course always harder. He watched as my arms pumped and pumped my pussy. He watched as my heels dug into the sofa and lifted my hips in the air, humping and fucking the plastic cock, thrusting it between my thighs. A weapon, an instrument, a tool, a fuck toy. And I watched as he held me in that position and lowered his mouth from above to suck on clit again. I blew; squeezing and pumping juice from my hole, letting it drip on the couch.

When I refocused, he was ready. Holding the string of leather in his hands, he asked me if wanted to be tied up. No, I said, instead we were going to tie him up. I had to laugh at his look of disappointment. Taking the string from him, I slowly began winding from the base of his penis to the tip, in a crisscross pattern, each cross tighter than the next. He filched a few times but he didn't complain and let me have my way.

Taking a piece of crush ice, I slowly applied it to the tip of his dick. He jumped higher than the others did. The intake of breath was rather loud, making me smile. "God, that hurts, but it doesn't also." 

I rubbed it around and around until it melted and then I took him in my mouth. Arghhhhhh" he cried as the fierce contrast of icy cold and deep hot intermingled. Once I was sure he got used to the sensation, I took more ice, the biggest pieces I could find and gave them to him.

"Place them in one at a time."

I could tell he had trouble focusing as the pressure in his dick increase due to the bindings. However, he got the gist of it when I opened my legs and pussy in fornt of him and leaned back. This time it was my turn to cry out as the ice went in deep. I was hotter than he was so a few of them melted fast but we managed to get just enough in.

"Now fuck me."

Taking a deep breath, he leaned over me and slid in. This time we both called out to God. 

How much can a dick take? How much can a pussy? Sweet hot moist fucking, ramming in my shit. The ice gliding along with his cock in my pussy stroking us both with cold and hot and hot and hot. The more he thrusted the more his dick pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat. It was so strong I felt it pulsing in my little bitch, like it was going to explode. Bigger, I swear he got bigger. 

"Oh God," he cried. "I can't… I can't take it. It's too close. Hurry up already." But I couldn't. I couldn't come. He stopped pumping and started rocking the base of his dick against my clit. The knotted leather rubbed against my extended clit, open, exposed, raw. Rub and pump, pump and fuck. I just love that word. You hear the moisture as out bodies slide as one. His chest rubbing against mine, his hair grazing my nipples, my hips cradling his, wrapped in a bow around his wrist. He was locked in my body. Rocking my body, controlling it, owing it like only he could.

"No." I said. "Not until you promise."

Glide. Hump. Pump.

"Tell me you like fucking me. Tell me I'm your only black bitch. Tell me that after you fuck me, after I make you scream, you'll go home and fuck your lily-white wife with my pussy juice on your dick. My shit all up in her pussy. Let's fuck her together." 

He stopped. For a moment, I thought he was going to pull out. Then he said.

"You're my black bitch. I like fucking you. And when I'm finish with you I'll probably go home and fuck my wife too. Because I can, not because I have your permission. But for right now, this is the only white dick you'll have, want or need. And you'll love it. I'm your first, your last and your only. No crying when I leave and no begging me to stay. You'll suck when I say, we'll fuck when I say, and you'll love it. And if you are a good girl, maybe I'll even give that sweet ass of yours a treat. If you have trouble understanding this, then maybe I'll take you home and let you watch me fuck my wife so you can learn how all my bitches are supposed to act. Got it?"

I was speechless. I was pissed and I said the only thing I could say, "okay."

Daddy brought it home too; he worked it even harder than before. My titties were bobbing, my hips were rocking, my head was jerking, and yes I was coming. I also was crying, because damn if boo didn't have me screaming his name. Troy.



Round Trip



Chapter 1

When W/we met at the airport, all sense of normalcy seeped from me and I felt I was just butter melting in His arms. He lifted me to my tiptoes as He hugged me so tight, and O/our first kiss was more than I had dreamed of.

"Hello My slave," He whispered with his smooth even tone that in and of itself wasn't frightening, but when heard up close, knowing what this Man did to me from so many miles away already, was a deliciously menacing sound.

"My Master!" I was breathless as O/our lips parted briefly for this exchange. 

W/we kissed what seemed like ages, and again like only a millisecond, and I knew this was the right decision, the ONLY decision I could've made. Coming to His part of the country after knowing each other such a short time was scary to say the least, but it was something W/we had talked about all along, and was something I had to try no matter what. This Man had captured my attentions, heart, and sexuality, and now He had me!

W/we made a quick escape from baggage claim to the parking garage to His car. Once inside, He grabbed me, pulling me to Him and kissed me with all the passion W/we had pent up for months! When He finally stopped, He held my face in His masculine hands and asked me, "Well, slave, what have you on under that dress?" His face was expressionless, but His eyes twinkled brightly and I smiled as I pulled up my hem. 

My pussy was bare and aching for His touch. I whimpered a bit, a spontaneous reaction to seeing His eyes as they looked down at it. His hand went immediately to my mound, covering it completely, then His middle finger folded under and I felt the most wonderful surge of electricity course through me as I felt His finger against my clit. Then He parted my lips. I was breathing shallow and ragged breaths and my heart was racing. His other hand was caressing my breast and I could see by the size of His bulge He was pleased with me.

"Take it out, slave", His voice still smooth and steady, but His breathing a bit shallower than before. It was dark and secluded in that garage, so that wasn't a concern, but I knew it wouldn't have been anyway. I knew I could trust this Man with my very life; He wouldn't ever let U/us get caught in a compromising situation.

I nervously and quickly reached to His fly and undid His trousers, reached in and felt the most amazing sensation throughout my entire body as I made contact with His cock, hard as steel and bursting to be freed of its confinement. I pulled it out with a little shifting on His part and delighted in the feel of it, and the sheer hardness of it!

"Taste it my lovely slut." His hand went to the back of my head and entangling it in my hair, He moved my head to His Cock, easing the pressure as I touched it with my lips. I took over the call in an excited and worshipful manner, licking and lapping and kissing and sucking it. My head bobbed up and down eagerly, gently guided by His hand.

"That will do, slave. I will treat you to more when W/we get home." With that, He pulled my head up, fastened His cock back into His slacks, reached over to stroke my cheek with the back of His hand, and started the car.

O/our drive home was a wonderful blur, me recounting the flight and all the events leading up to it, Him pointing out different landmarks to me, and both of U/us glancing at each other frequently with loving and excited expressions. Soon W/we were pulling into His drive. He opened the car door for me, grabbed my bags and W/we entered His lovely home. It was comfortable and clean, and quite obvious to me He was King of this castle with all the very tasteful masculine décor. I was very happy at this.

He led me to the bedroom and set down the luggage, then turned to me and hugged me again, very tight and close to Him. It was similar to the initial hug in the airport, but this time, W/we had no one to stare and ogle at U/us, and it was so much more relaxed and natural. W/we fit in each O/other's embrace so perfectly, the chemistry obvious between U/us. 

"So do you think this will suit you," He asked as he motioned to His bed with a loving smile, a king-size four-poster with carved details in the dark wood.

"It's beautiful! But I wouldn't care if it was a military cot, as long as You were in it with me!" It was a silly analogy, but He knew I meant it, and He pulled me to Him again. His kissing was magnificent, He was an expert with His tongue and lips, and I wasn't unaware of the implications that would mean for me in times to come.

"Let's get you unpacked later, I want to show you around a bit." I was happy to hear that and I eagerly took His hand and followed Him like the slave to Him I was. He showed me His home all around, and then took me to the back yard and I met His dogs. They were adorable and He was so playful with them. Then He led me back inside and turned to me. "There's one room I haven't shown you as yet. Would you like to see it now, My slave?" His smile told me it was THE room and my "YES!" blurted out before I could even register having said it.

He took my hand and led me down the small hallway to a door I had originally thought a closet. He took out His keys and unlocked it, pushed it open and guided me in ahead of Him. The walls were adorned sparsely, but the adornments were the inspiration for the first in a series of gasps, sighs, and moans from me as He proceeded to point out the different furnishings and their applications to me with His breathy and captivating voice. 

"I take it you approve of My little 'dungeon' then? Good my slave, as it's important to Me that you do. You will be spending a lot of time in here during your stay. Our eyes locked and we both smiled slowly and knowingly, eyebrows rising. "You will need to freshen up, so hop into the shower. Do not wash your hair. I will choose your clothing whilst you're in there. It will be laid out for you, and you will come in here as soon as you are dried and dressed, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir.. it will.. be done.. as You say," I replied in gasps of delight and anticipation.

The shower was one of the fastest I'd ever taken and still seemed to take forever, but I wanted to be perfect for Him, so I made sure I was squeaky clean, inside and out, and smelling subtly incredible before I stepped out of the bathroom and gazed at the outfit He had chosen and laid out on the bed.

It was a very sheer front-lacing camisole, a pair of "hip-tie" panties, and thigh high stockings with lacy trim at the tops, all white. There was also a pair of stiletto-heeled white shoes to complete the ensemble. I reached down for each piece, enjoying the soft sexy feel of them before I hurriedly put them on. Checking my reflection in the chiffarobe mirror, I headed for the dungeon.

The door was closed again, so I knocked softly and He opened it to greet me. He began eyeing me up and down as if drinking me in. "You're absolutely lovely! Kneel before Me slave." He was now dressed in a pair of black leather riding chaps, His shiny black leather military-issue boots, and His military black-billed cap and nothing else. I gasped at seeing Him, the chaps accentuating His already very obvious and enticing hardon.

I knelt quickly at His feet, head bowed, knees wide apart, and back swayed out, to offer my tits to Him. This was the pose W/we had discussed numerous times online with each other, and it seemed so natural to finally get to assume it. I felt His hands at the back of my neck, then make their way to the front, and I held my breath at what I knew He was doing. My heart was in my throat as I restrained myself from looking up at Him, let alone throwing my arms around Him and showering Him with the kisses I wanted to. I was elated that He was fitting me with His collar, the symbolic piece that made U/us both know my station in His life. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and I started shaking involuntarily, trembling with excitement and emotional bliss.

"With this collar I accept you as My slave, Leslie, to serve Me and submit to Me. Do you accept it, and in so doing, Me as your Master?"

"May I have permission to look at You, Sir?"

"Yes, slave, you may look at Me now."

I slowly lifted my eyes to Him, wanting and hoping to convey to Him through the windows to my soul just how deeply I wanted this, to be His slave and to serve Him totally and completely. I found the words sticking in my throat, but managed to get started.

"You are My Master, have been My Master for many many months now, and as far as I'm concerned, will always be My Master. It is my deepest desire to serve You as well as I possibly can, and to make Your life with me happy and fulfilling and satisfactory. I am honored to be considered by You as Your slave, and as such I will try to my dying breath to please You, My Master."

Chapter 2

He was the center of my world and had been for many months now, but never so intensely as now. In this one symbolic gesture, I had become His property. I was now totally and completely His, to do with as He saw fit. This was not only a sexual gesture. This meant to both of U/us that He now owned and controlled every aspect of my being, physically, sexually, emotionally, financially, and mentally as well. I had given my Master what I'd prized most in my former life, my free will, it was now His, I was totally His.

I finished conveying to Him how deeply I wanted and needed to be His possession. My eyes filled with tears and as I started to turn them downward again as an obedient slave does, I thought I detected a bit of watering in His loving eyes.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek softly, then upon standing commanded me, "Worship your Master as you embark on this journey with Me, slave."

With hands behind my back and in my assumed position, I took His beautiful cock in my mouth and began licking and kissing it adoringly. I licked the full length of it crouching under to adore His balls with my tongue and then back up the full under-shaft to His cock head, taking it in my mouth, sucking as much of His length in as I could get, my tongue never resting as I laved it and sucked simultaneously.

He took my hair in each hand and guided me to suck even more of His glorious cock in. It hit the entrance to my throat and gagged me, and I was determined to fight the urge and take it all. I swallowed as best I could, and was finally able to take Him fully. I was elated to be able to orally service Him so completely. Feeling His pubic hair against my lips and His balls against my chin was a huge milestone for me, and a sense of accomplishment and pride welled up in me for being able to do so for my beloved Master. 

I could feel His cock hardening even more, and knew He was getting close to cumming, something I wanted more than anything in the world at this point, to drink my Master in and know I had pleased Him. But He pulled out of my mouth, put His hand under my chin and lifted my head to make eye contact with me. "Not yet, My slave. You won't get My seed yet. I have other plans for now." I knew He could see the disappointment in my eyes, and He stroked my cheek with the back of His hand to quell my fear that I hadn't pleased Him.

"I want to use My slave in so many ways. You will submit to Me in every way, will you not?"

"Of course, my Master!" I blurted it out embarrassingly quickly, desperate to show Him my total submission to Him. He crooked His finger and hooked it into the ring of my new collar, lifted me to my feet, and guided me to His cross. 

"I built this cross for you, my slave. It will help you serve Me well." With that, He positioned me against it, backing me up to the board and having me straddle it. He leaned over and fastened my ankles first, then rose up and fastened my wrists stretching them out to the ends of the crossbar. He stepped back and smiled a somewhat wicked grin, His eyebrow raised, and I knew He was pleased with what He saw. 

He walked to the opposite wall of the room, and opened the beautifully appointed armoire wide. I couldn't see what He was doing with His back to me like that, but just being in this helpless position with Him was filling me with such lust and desire for Him, it didn't matter to me WHAT He was doing. Within minutes He was setting up a tripod in a strategic corner of the room. He fitted it with a video camera and had the remote in His hand as He approached me again. 

He pointed the remote to the camera and pressed a button, then walked back behind it to check it for accuracy. He adjusted it a bit and did the same again. When He was pleased with it, He proceeded to take my tit in one hand and manipulate it roughly through the delicate fabric of my camisole. Then He pointed the remote to the computer monitor in the armoire and the cam produced live video images on the monitor. I was watching the love of my life as He mauled my tit on a computer screen and was thrilled!

He then walked to the rack next to the armoire and took a riding crop from its hook. He tucked it under His arm, came and stood directly in front of me, and with one quick motion His hands ripped open the camisole, exposing my generous tits with a sway and jiggle, and elicited an excited and nervous gasp from me. The lacing of the satin ribbons still draped loosely across my breasts and He left it there as He reached to the satin ties of the panties at my hips. With one swift pull on each side, the ties gave way, and the next-to-nothing fabric hung limply between the insides of my thighs exposing my pussy to Him.

He stood back once again and admired what He saw. Then He took the crop in His hand and followed the curve of my breasts with the flat leather pad, trailing it down across my tummy, to the "v" between my legs. He patted my clit lightly with it, eliciting more gasps and whispered moans from me. I closed my eyes at this, the excitement welling up so in me, and as I did, I felt the sting of the first in a series of quick slaps from the flat of the crop! The rapidity of the slaps seemed to cause one long sting and my cries were more of surprise than of pain!

With a low voice He began talking while striking me, emphasizing certain words of every sentence, punctuating them with more stinging slices of the crop. Some landed on my now hypersensitive clit and some on my hardening and reddening nipples as He paced back and forth in front of me. "Does the pain feel good, My slave? Do you enjoy allowing your Master to use what used to be your body as My instrument for accepting pain and punishments? This shell of flesh no longer belongs to you, so you will of course not mind if I decide to take it to a higher level of sensuality and feeling, will you My slave? If it pleases Me to do so, you will allow Me to inflict ANY amount of pain and torture to this shell, will you not?" 

"Yes my Master, I enjoy pleasing You with this shell of flesh! This is YOUR body to do with as pleases YOU! I want to take all amounts of pain and punishment from You, in whatever capacity arouses and pleases You most!" I cried and emphasized some words more than others as His crop landed with those words.

Chapter 3

He walked to the small table beside the cross I was restrained on. He set down the crop and picked up some small clamps connected together by a chain. Draping them over His forearm, He stepped back in front of me. Without a word and looking me in the eye, He unlaced the camisole very slowly and gently, making sure the satin lacing caressed each nipple as it went across from eyelet to eyelet. 

Once it was pulled completely free He looped it around one nipple and pulled tight the satin till it clenched my nipple like a noose. He kept the ribbon held taught with one hand whilst he flicked at the nipple with the other. He leaned to it and licked at the tip of it then took it between His teeth and bit down around it hard causing me to cry out. He straightened up and removed the looped lace replacing it with one of the clamps. He let the other clamp hang loosely from the chain whilst He repeated the same procedure with my other nipple. The pressure of the clamp was quite intense and it caused me to moan out involuntarily.

When He was done, I had the clamps gripping my nipples incredibly tightly. He was pleased with what He saw and lifted the chain for me to see. "This chain is the tertiary source for the feelings you'll be experiencing, my pet." He tugged at the chain several times with rapidity, pleasuring in my winces. "Hold this in your mouth, and under NO circumstances are you to release it till I tell you too, is that understood, slave?" I nodded my head nervously as He lifted the chain and placed it between my teeth for me to hold. The pull of lifting it that high was already causing a considerable amount of pain. "That, My pet, is the secondary source for you." 

He calmly stepped back to the table to retrieve His crop, then immediately back in front of me. "And this, My cunt, is the primary source. This crop is an extension of My hand, of Me really. Any implement I choose to use on and with you is an extension of Me, so what you feel comes directly from My body to you. Does that excite my cunt? To know that any amount of pain, in all its delicious and erotic forms all comes from your Master's body, directly or indirectly?" His crop landed against my swollen and exposed clit, and on the terribly sensitive skin on the underside of my breasts, now exposed to Him.

My lips and jaw were trembling as I writhed and jerked with each stinging lash. As tightly restrained as I was I couldn't move much, but even the slightest jerk against the tension in the chain sent shrill signals from my nipples directly to my brain, by way of my pussy. I could feel the wetness starting to dribble from me a bit, and sensing that, He slid the flat of the crop between my nether lips, sawing it back and forth, wetting my clit even more. He knew exactly what He was doing of course, and as He lashed against my wetted clit and tit flesh, the sting grew even more intense, causing the "chain" of events that caused me even more erotic pain.

With each passing moment, my body ached and stung more, and my love and lust for my Master grew. In this journey, He was slowly and methodically turning me into the lust-crazed pain slut He'd known all along I wanted to be for Him, even before I was aware of it. How I longed for His cock now, I desperately wanted, no—NEEDED His cock inside me to quell the empty frustration I was feeling inside. Yet, the pain was delicious and tantalizing to me and I didn't want it to end.

And even more than this, I needed to feel I was satisfying to my Master. I desperately wanted to please Him, make Him feel sated. His cock was hard and throbbing, bouncing with small jerks with every slice of His whip and every reaction I displayed to His manipulations of my senses. I wanted to make Him feel elation. I wanted more than life itself to put Him in a state of nirvana.

I dared not say anything to Him, for fear of speaking out without His permission, and for fear of dropping the chain from my mouth and displeasing Him. I had to trust Him totally and completely that He was as pleased with me as was at all possible and that I was doing everything He could expect or hope for. It was my deepest desire, His total pleasure, and I resolved early on that I would do anything and everything He ever commanded of me with no resistance or disobedience of any kind.

Chapter 4

Master walked back across the room to the armoire. With His back to me I couldn't see what He was doing, but it wasn't long till He was back, hands full of gadgets and toys. He set them down on the table beside me and began unfastening the restraints on my wrists and ankles. He didn't speak, but it wasn't necessary at this point. He knew just what He was doing, and I trusted Him completely. 




Round Trip



When freed, He led me to the long padded "workbench" He'd crafted. It was an oddly shaped bench, hip high, narrow at one end, wide at the other, with a shelf below. The frame was pine, stained a dark color like all the other furnishings He'd created and it had a black leather padded surface. He lay me down, fastening the wrist and ankle cuffs to four of the rings spaced all along the perimeter. This had my arms at my sides and my legs spread apart. He bent down to the shelf below and got a coil of soft yellow rope. He started lacing it through the rings at the sides of the table, back and forth across me, making sure it was especially tight above and below my breasts.

Then He took the fine twine and tied one end to the chain between my nipple clamps, then fed the other end up and through the eyebolt in the ceiling, and secured it to the ring at the head of the bench. The painful effect of course was lifting my heavy breasts up and away from my body. 

He reached to the table and retrieved a small dildo. He held it to my mouth. "Suck this like it was Mine, My cunt." I sucked it with fervor! He quickly took it out of my mouth and stepped down to place it at my pussy. He turned the end and it began buzzing as He started inserting it into me. He fucked me with it for several minutes, bringing me just to the brink of a delicious orgasm and then pulled it out. 

I whimpered, moaned, and begged Him to please let me cum, but he quickly moved it down to my ass and I could feel the pressure as the head of it entered me. It was mildly painful but wonderful as it buzzed while He fucked it in and out of my ass. Again, I got just to the edge and He slapped my clit hard. "NO! You do NOT have my permission to cum!" I was shocked at this, but did everything I could to obey Him and not cum. 

He shoved it all the way inside me and patted my ass from between my legs, then moved to the side of me by my head. He took my head in His hands and turned it to the side, facing His beautiful cock. "Show your Master respect slave. Suck My cock."

I was thrilled to suck His cock and I sucked it like it was the most savory delicacy ever, which to me of course it was! I took Him deep, and adored His cock with my tongue and lips. His hands held onto my hair and the back of my head and He fucked my mouth like a cunt, harder and deeper, till I was gagging and choking, and He still didn't stop. He was fucking me so deep, my throat was beginning to open up, and soon, His cock was throat-fucking me!

I could tell He was getting close and wanted to swallow His seed desperately. He continued fucking my throat, holding my head with one hand as He reached to the table with the other. Within seconds, I felt the sting on the undersides of my breasts, and on my clit alternately. My mind was reeling trying to keep up with all the sensations and emotions I was experiencing, but soon it was on overload as His cock began spurting! "Cum, slave! Cum NOW!" 

His crop concentrated on my clit as He emptied His balls into me and I had no choice but to cum hard and painfully! My clit was on fire and throbbing as I spasmed out the effects of this powerful orgasm and felt the warmth of His seed jetting down my throat. It was intense and amazing! Several minutes later, He stopped cumming and stopped slapping my clit, and as He pulled His cock from my mouth, W/we both shivered and moaned out O/our satisfaction. He bent down to kiss my cheek and whispered, "Well, slave, do you think you'll be needing that return plane ticket?"



Round Two



She glanced at her bedside clock: 11:11 PM. She took a ragged breath and then with a start realized that she wasn't alone. The arm that was wrapped around her waist tightened. She tried to recall last nights events, but all she remembered now was the full feeling she got when the man beside her pushed himself fully into her hot, tight depths.

Karen squirmed in this man's arms, feeling a wave of tingling arousal shoot straight to her groin, making her wet. Quietly she rolled over in his embrace and kissed his cheeks. He lay peacefully asleep beside her and she wondered if he'd have looked that peaceful every night or was it just because of the wild night of sex she was beginning to remember.

Slowly Karen kissed down his neck to his naked shoulder and chest. She kissed softly to his chest; circling his nipple with her tongue and feeling her own nipples grow tight. She sucked his nipple into her mouth and heard his intake of breath. Not sure if he was awake or not, Karen moved to the other nipple and performed the same task.

A muffled groan sounded and she cast her eyes up to meet her lover's hot stare. She smiled mischievously and continued a path with her tongue down to his waist.

Feeling his fingers tangle in her hair she took him in her mouth, tentatively licking the head and down the shaft slowly. She slowly, teasingly repeated the motion until she felt his fingers tightening and pushing her head down.

Then Karen took him fully in and down her throat in a short time, her hand wrapped around him, stroking up and down in time with her mouth. She lifted her mouth off of him and looked up at his face as he watched her poke her tongue out and flick it against the head of his cock. 

He groaned and one of his hands left her head and trailed down her back. His touch was spreading the fire that was raging out of control inside her. Resting his hand on her ass she spread her legs and he raised his hand before spanking her.

The action made her moan around his dick and he spanked her again. Karen wiggled in his grasp. Her mouth made a "pop" sound when she lifted her mouth from him and moved to straddle his lap. Settling herself down on the tops of his thighs, she felt his cock just brushing her pussy as she bent forward and kissed his lips. Poking her tongue in between them and sucking on his tongue when he opened his mouth enough. Brushing her pussy against him, she moaned and finally rising above him, she paused and his hand came around her waist and he pushed the tip of his finger against her ass and she moaned out seconds before sliding down his length.

Growling, he flipped her to her back and held her legs together by the ankles, pushing her legs up to her chest, ordering her to hold onto them and pounded her pussy relentlessly. In the position she could feel every move he made as he slid in and out of her and she was loving every minute of the hot rough sex. Mmmmm's and Ooh's escaped her lips as she squeezed her cunt muscles around the big cock inside her.

Finally she lost all control and her body tensed and released in wave after wave of explosive orgasmic pleasure. Her lover groaned and tugged at her arms, freeing her legs and Karen let them down before pulling out and jerking his cock twice before spilling his seed all over her tits topped with hard nipples, down her stomach and just reaching her shaved pubic mound. She moaned again and lifted her hands to rub his cum into her skin.

He fell to the mattress beside her and kissed her long and hard, his fingers between her legs feeling the stickiness there. While there he fingered her, pushing two and then three fingers into her still dripping wet pussy, rubbing her clit with his thumb and putting his mouth and tongue to her nipples, he rocked her closer to the edge again before pushing her over, her climax squeezing her inner walls around his fingers.

He moved his hand up and broke the kiss, putting his fingers to her lips she sucked her cum off and lay still after, and closing her eyes. He too fell asleep again.



Round Two



Round Two has you face down on the bed, arms and legs spread once again. You hear the tinkling sound of metal things bumping together. She climbs on the bed between your legs again, and you feel her lean against your ass. Suddenly, you feel five sharp points around the base of your neck. Your breathing quickens, a fleeting thought that maybe being here was a bad idea. Slowly, they drag down your back, light stinging trails. The scratching continues over your ass, stopping momentarily to cup and squeeze one cheek. The trail continues down your inner thigh, then lightly tickles your foot, making you squirm. There is a resounding 'smack!' on your ass—"Don't move!" 

One of her taloned fingers follows the crack of your ass, lightly up, and then down. You gasp, and your cock presses harder against the bedspread. "Turn over and sit up, with your back to the wall."

You do as she requests, and she sits in front of you with her fishnet-covered legs outstretched toward you. "Remove my boots." You unzip each pointy boot and place them to one side. She slips her feet from your hands and rubs one foot along your inner thigh toward your cock. Her foot slides over your cock, pressing it against your thigh, the pressure varying from barely there to almost painful. The other foot slides up the opposite thigh, and together her feet stroke your cock between them, her rhythm incrementally increasing. Your head falls back slightly as you savor the sensation, the building pressure. Your hands are tensely clenched.

"Hm. Enough of that." She pulls her feet away, and you groan inadvertently. "I think you're becoming spoiled. We'll have to take care of that." She turns and slides off the bed. "On your hands and knees, head facing the mirror." You crawl forward, stopping at the edge of the bed. 

To your side you hear her, the sound of snaps popping, something dropping to the floor. The clinking sound again. Sliding sounds. 

She's on the bed again, this time behind you. "Press your face into the bed, but keep your ass up for me." She rubs her hands over your ass, spreads your cheeks. She makes a satisfied sound. "I'm going to fuck you." The words cause you to tremble. "But first, a little warm up."

There's a "smack!" as her hand connects with your ass. You jump a little, startled. She smacks you again and again, covering your ass with heat. She rubs your ass again, pinching here and there. "Pretty little pink ass. Hm. Needs more color." Her hands move away, then come back with help. "SMACK!" You yelp as the paddle makes contact. The paddle hits the sweet spots near your inner thighs, making the rounds, each spank pushing you farther than you've ever gone before.

She puts the paddle down and examines her work. "Much better. A fine shade of red." Getting off the bed, she comes around to the front, where your head is. "Look up." You do, admiring the fullness of her body, the lush curves that first enticed you, and see that she is now wearing a harness, attached to which is a slender, smooth, purple dildo. She moves forward. "Suck it."

You lean forward and take the dildo in your mouth, looking up at her as you do. She smiles at you, moving her hips slightly as you get used to the feeling of the silicone in your mouth. Closing your eyes you give yourself over to the meditative quality of the sucking. She moans, as if it is actually a part of her that you are pleasuring.

"Now, now," she says, "I promised you a fucking, didn't I?" She slides the dildo from your mouth. "Up on all fours." 

She moves around to the back of the bed again and kneels behind you. You shiver with dread and anticipation as she taps your ass with the dildo, then slides it along the crack of your ass. Her hands massage your still sore ass, then pull your ass cheeks apart. You have never felt so exposed. You try to relax when you feel a slight pressure at your asshole. Her fingers are slick with lube and they make sure you are, too. The pressure again, and this time you know it's the dildo slowly being introduced. She gives you time to get used the sensation before pressing further on. 

After a while, the dildo is sliding inside you, and she has grabbed your hips, pulling you, pushing you. The dildo feels like nothing you've ever felt before. It is so intensely filling, you cannot believe the hot, burning pleasure—your cock has never been this hard. "Look in the mirror."

You look, and you can see yourself being fucked, see your reddened face, your searching cock. Watch her as she closes her eyes and increases the strokes. See her bite her lip, watch her cry out as she cums, gripping your hips.

She pulls the dildo out and sits back for a moment to regain composure. You are still on all fours, still hard, still waiting for a release that may not come.

"Turn over and lie down."

She has removed the harness, and putting it away returns with a condom. She tosses it at you. "Put this on."

You hurry to obey, and soon she is climbing over you, still in her fishnet bodysuit and leather bra. "You know the rule. You don't get to cum until I say so." With that, she guides you inside her and begins to move. First slowly, her pussy gripping your cock tightly with each stroke. You can barely stand it. She sees you struggling, and picks up the pace with a wicked grin.

The pressure is building, and you begin to feel desperate. Watching her bounce above you, her breathing quickening, her freckled face flushed, is not helping.

"What do you want?" She asks you, gasping.

"Please, please, I want to cum!" 

"Go."

With your final strokes, you cum with a shout, the orgasm huge, the definition of ecstasy. She is cumming herself, her head thrashing, dark hair a wild cloud around her face, her eyes and mouth wide open.

She collapses next to you, and, after a few moments, turns onto her side, kisses your shoulder. "You did very well." Standing, she takes her bag and goes into the bathroom, closing the door. You hear the shower start. She comes back out briefly (naked!) to give you a warm towel and a grin, then returns to the bathroom. 

Reluctantly, you clean up, then lie back down and close your eyes, relishing the remaining stray sensations.

When you awaken, you are alone in the room, wondering when (and if) she'll be coming back.



Round Two



The second round always makes or breaks the relationship. After 5 years of sexual tension, a few hours out on the town, and some illegal substance we had finally scratched the itch that had plagued us for so long. Another 5 months later, we started feeling that itch again. 

Through flirty text messages where I told him my bed was cold and needed it to be warmed up, to him seductively nibbling on my neck at the bar over a game of pool, we finally whittled down a time for us to rendezvous at my place. It was a quarter till midnight and freezing cold. I walked down to meet him in the parking lot since he had forgotten which door was mine since he was last here. 

"Nice pants," I said, looking at the beer mugs brimming with yellow and white froth that were printed all over in a gaudy pattern. "You look like you're dressed for a sleepover." 

"Yeah, these are my beer goggle pants," he said with an enthusiastic grin. Spattered across over and over is some phrase about going home with someone due to intoxication, but I couldn't be bothered to store it in memory. I'm almost certain that he's had these pants from his early fraternity days. He'll be 27 in May. 

We went up the stairs. I felt his eyes heavily on my ass as I walked in front of him. Strategically I put a little extra into every step I took, a little extra swing of my hips as I lifted my feet to every step and keeping his face right where I wanted it. I could feel his hands aching to stroke my curves. Once inside, we quietly stepped into my bathroom, what separated the foyer from my room. I held my finger to my lips, signaling that my roommate was asleep in the other bedroom. 

I closed the bathroom door after him, and we moved into my space. Music from my stereo was in place to hopefully mask the noises that would soon follow. Tonight's playlist was Silverstein. "You look like you're getting ready to study," he said, motioning towards what I was wearing. I was tempted to answer the door in nothing but my college sweatshirt and maybe some boyshorts, but since I had to meet him downstairs that plan was thwarted. Instead I stood before him, college hoodie, rolled up boxers exposing the bottom curve of my rear, and my chunky black Dolce and Gabbana glasses. My long shaggy blond hair messily pushed over one shoulder. We both knew what he was there for. This wasn't a fashion show. 

"Not like at the bar the other night at all. But," he said as he slipped his hand down my thigh, "I'd know that ass anywhere." His hand came back up, under my boxers, and gave my right cheek a firm squeeze. 

I took the zipper of his own jacket in my hand and slowly but sternly yanked down on it. I kept my eyes on his while I parted the now separated black fleece to run my hands across his chest. At this point I started feeling less anxious and more relaxed. I didn't have to work for this; I already had it. I moved in to kiss him as I stroked his lightly defined athletic torso, feeling the light scattering of chest hair against my fingertips. He wasn't like the boys I had been with before. He had a rugged masculinity about him, from his demeanor to his facial hair that he had sported the entirety that we had known each other. I took comfort in his manly charm. This was no prepubescent boy I was about to fuck. 

As I moved my hands up his pectorals, to his neck, and through his hair I took notice of the scents and sounds. My mind was trying to take it all in- anything needed to get me fully aroused. Unfortunately, the only scent I took in was the aftermath of his shower. Someone apparently uses Irish Spring, or some other version of cheap male-demographic bar soap, I thought to myself. It was no Abercrombie Fierce, but I forced myself to go with it. I listened to his breath quicken and the soft moans escaping from deep in his throat as we began kissing harder. I tugged his jacket off and slipped my hand between the elastic of his beer goggle pants and boxers. As the pants fell to the floor, his growing erection sprang upwards, free from the layer of clothing that kept it downward. I brushed the thin layer of cloth that sheathed him with my palm. He took his hands from around my waist and to the bottom of my hoodie and lifted upward. My hands went to my back and I undid the clasp to my bra, slid it down, and tossed it to the floor. I pushed my boxers to my feet. 

My forwardness turned him on, and the soft light coming in from my window illuminated his glistening tongue as he took one of my stiffened nipples into his mouth. His hands ran from the natural curve of my breasts down to my thighs, much like tracing out an hourglass shape in the air. He sucked and lightly nibbled on them, paying attention to caress each of them evenly. His head came back up to meet my mouth, and we took a step or two back towards my bed to get into a more horizontal position. He started to breath heavier and heavier, turning into a drawn out male parody of a porn star. It bothered me the last time we hooked up but I was willing to overlook it. Besides, I never had been with a guy as vocal as him and it was a turn on the way he would say my name and cuss in between panting. 

His hands found their way to the waistband of my panties, black boyshorts to be exact. His mouth and beard grazed the side of my neck, sending me into goosebumps and shivers as he slid my panties down to my knees and over my ankles. He began moving his mouth southward, taking long strokes with his tongue followed by soft kisses. Down my chest, over my belly, and down to my thighs he went before taking his tongue to part my lips between my thighs. He greeted my dampening pussy with a calm familiarity. Nothing new here- he knew the delicate metal barbell that I have piercing my clitoral hood. He played with it for a bit with his tongue before taking the tip into long wide strokes around my clit and to my opening. He fucked me with his tongue, sucked on two of his fingers, and drove them inside of me. He took his mouth and moved it back to the piercing. I gave out a gasp of pleasure, letting him know that he was hitting the right spots with his tongue, and that his fingers were the icing on the cake. My back moved up into an arch and he bent his fingers inside me to rub against my g-spot. 

He continued this licking and rubbing for a few minutes. It felt great, keeping me on the cusp of coming. I was a little disappointed each time he would near pushing me over the edge because it was like he was distracted by another great idea he could do with his mouth. I started trying to guide him with my voice. "Oh my God, right there," I would softly moan, and I'd contract my muscles around his fingers, begging for him to continue what he would be doing. Then, as if seeing a shiny object off in the distance, he would switch gears and start doing something else. Eventually even the shiny objects didn't hold out, because after another five minutes he removed his hand from my cleft and crawled back up my body. 

He sprawled out on his back with his erection in the air, obvious as to what would happen next. I sat up, pulled my hair over one shoulder, and positioned myself in between his legs. I spit into my hand and worked it over his shaft. He scooted his legs a little wider and wiggled his toes in anticipation of my mouth that would soon be joining my hand on his member. I had been slightly reluctant to sleep with him again, since the first time we had sex I felt deflated over his size. Now I found myself thinking, OK, this isn't as bad as I thought. 

I gathered up some extra saliva in my mouth and bent down to meet his shaft. I sucked on the head a few times and traced circles with my tongue before moving my hand in unison with my mouth up and down its entirety. He started to whimper immediately. Silverstein was having a hard time covering anything up. At least when he was eating my pussy, his mouth was full and I could be the vocal one. The tables were turned, and I couldn't do anything but listen to his oh's and ah's until he signaled for me to sit up about two minutes later. Usually I give the guy I'm blowing a break to regain his composure and then dive right back in, but tonight I was on a bit of a time crunch as well as hoping to get off. 

He reached for a condom and rolled it down his glistening erection. I like to start fucking on my back in good old missionary, but since he was not a member of the Seven Plus Club I figured I could start on top without risking the initial tightness I feel as my vagina slowly loosens up to take in large dick. His girth made up for his shortcomings- I could feel my lips giving slightly to the width of his cock as we slid on each other. I pushed my hair back and began massaging my tits with my hands- a striking visual for him as he lay underneath me. I rocked my hips back and forth as his hands wrapped around them. I would speed up my movement, then slow it down to keep him in check. His moans let me know exactly when to do this. 

He sat up as I straddled him, and took my left nipple in his mouth. He was more aggressive this time around, nibbling harder to the point where I had to give a soft, "Easy," as I bounced up and down on his shaft. If he was too forceful, he would gently lick the sensitivity away before teething on it again. Eventually we rolled on to my back, and he bent my right leg up to my ear. He pounded himself hard into me over and over until the condom began to dry out. He removed himself and I spit into my hand to use as additional lubrication. Once well moisturized, he plunged back into me. I breathed deeply and in sync with the thrusts of his ass into my new wetness. 

He pulled himself out of me after a bit. I rolled on to my side and cooed, "Are we taking a breather?" 

"Do you need one?" 

"Not really."

He rolled me from my side on to my stomach. His hands drifted from my back to the curve of my spine. I looked over my shoulder to see him scooting down towards my ass, a sloping mound of muscular flesh that he was eying with anticipation. I arched my back, pushing my belly into the mattress and my bottom more into the air. I felt his fingers travel along the smooth arc of my cheeks. His tongue soon followed. 

I grabbed the pillow that was in front of me and clenched it to my bosom. I felt his tongue make its way into the crevice of my ass and start to stroke my hole. The idea of rimming is still one that I'm getting used to. I've found that only guys that are above the age of 25 are in to this act, so I relaxed and went with it. I enjoy being with a guy that pushes my boundaries a bit. It feels sexy to me to be the one dominated, the one being taught a thing or two. My muscles loosened up and I allowed my voluptuous ass become putty in his hands and mouth. He sucked on a finger and he slid it into my pussy, all while he continued to lick my asshole with his tongue. I anticipated that he might make me come in this fashion. I waited with bated breath as he slipped his muscle and his fingers into me, but all of this is to no avail. 

Once again, he removed himself and sat up. I felt him kneeling behind me, cock in hand, and inching himself towards my asshole with its tip. "Hold on a second," I said as I reached for a small bottle of lubricant that I keep in the nightstand. I handed it to him, and after a few seconds he is ready to go. He unsuccessfully tried to find my anal opening, and rather than try to coach him verbally I took his dick in my hand and guided it myself. He inched slowly inside me, and I instantly felt that he has not had much experience in this department. Not that I have either, but I know enough of what I do like so I gave him a few guidelines. "Slowly... Slowly... Let me warm up to this. Careful not to pull out too far." I heard him let an OK slip out from his mouth, and he kneaded my ass with his hands and cautiously started to pump his cock into me. I sensed his apprehension, like he almost couldn't believe that I'm alright with him doing this, like I'm some otherworldly chick sent from above that actually lets a guy fuck her in the ass- even guides his dick in with expertise. His moans grew more and more obnoxious. He was really getting off on this. 

I took a few deep breaths, and my muscles started to relax so he could come into me with ease. I began to be very turned on at this point. I felt a wash of warmth and dampness flood into my cleft as he slid his member into my rear over and over. I brought my fingers to my mouth and moistened them with my tongue. I moved them down to my slit and began to rub my pulsing clitoris. It was so slippery it was difficult to get a good grasp on the spot that I knew would ultimately bring me to climax. He brought one of his hands around and thrust two fingers into my pussy. 

Oh yes, I thought. This is the shit that is gonna make me come. 

I found myself back at my old friend the cliff, the verge of bucking with my back and screaming into a pillow for more and more. I plunged him inside me deeper and deeper by throwing my weight backwards and on to his erection. I massaged my engorged clit and piercing. He was getting close to blowing his load, I could tell. His hand removed itself from between my thighs and rested on my back. He tugged on my hair a little bit and he said, "Yeah, you like that? You like how I'm fucking you?"

I looked over my shoulder so I could get him into my peripheral vision. "Yeah, fuck me harder," I managed to get out, his pumping allowing the words to escape from my mouth. 

"You like it when I fuck you in the ass?"

I wanted so badly not to sound generic, but in this case there really is nothing else you can say. "Yeah, baby, fuck me in my ass."

"Ohhhhh God, where do you want me to fuck you? Say my name."

I kept calling for him to fuck me in the ass. Over and over. I started hoping that my roommate really was sound asleep. His thrusting became more and more intense. I felt his hands gripping harder and harder on my hips. I wasn't going to reach climax by the time he did. So I let my hand fall from my warm wetness and grip the pillow as I braced myself to take him in. 

After a few more shoves with his hips, he bent over and a drove himself to climax. Jaded, I felt his weight on my body and he cried out for me in muffled tones. His orgasm lasted briefly and after he finally came he laid on top of me, breathing heavily. It was quiet in the room except for the sound of one song ending and another one beginning. I said, "Oh, cool. You finished just in time for my favorite song by Silverstein." He removed himself from my asshole after another few awkward seconds and I started looking around for my phone. He stretched out next to me and draped his arm across my bare back. Aww, he wants to cuddle, I thought. "At least you have good taste in music. Its better than that Fiona Apple shit I usually have to listen to when I'm boning some chick."

***

He stayed the night. I've become accustomed to the guys leaving, generally at my own accord, after the condom hits the trashcan. I got into the shower alone, the way I wanted it. I lit some candles to keep the lighting low as I washed the lubricant from my pussy and my ass. I used my winter floral body wash to remove the cheap masculine soap scent of his from my skin. Later, as I pulled on my hoodie from earlier, I realized there was no escaping that odor and that I would be sleeping with it embedded into my clothes. I allowed him to spoon me. He fell asleep instantly, and I struggled into a slumber with the stereo still going softly in the background. 

We woke to the sound of our cell phone alarms going off, alerting us that it was still only Friday and we both had work to get to. I offered to make breakfast, but he said he had to go. That didn't bother me. He threw on his jacket from the few hours previously, kissed me goodbye, and left. I couldn't wait to get into the shower and to throw my hoodie and sheets into the washing machine. Round Two sex changes everything.



Round Two



As we lie in bed together, she stands up and takes my hand, walking toward the bathroom. We walk in and slide the glass door open. She turns on the water, until its good and warm and she steps in as I join her. The water is warm, but not hot. I pull her close to me, and brush her hair from her face. She looks at me smiling as our bodies are pressed together. Warm water hits my back and runs down both of our bodies. We kiss, deeply as I run my hands up and down her soft back. I feel her arms around me, holding me tight as the water continues to rain down on us, massaging us both in our embrace. 

I grab the wash cloth and begin softly washing her off, along her neck, then shoulders. I see her watching me as I wash her beautiful body. I carefully rub the wash cloth along her breasts, over her nipples, occasionally kissing her soft, beautiful skin as I go. I kneel down and wash her legs, and stomach, and gently slide the cloth between her legs. I tease her pussy as she moans softly. As she places her hand on my shoulders and lean back. I massage her pussy nice and slow, back and forth, enjoying every minute of her body's movements.

Then I stand up and kiss her again, massaging her soft lips with mine. She begins stroking my cock as water continues raining down on us from the shower. Neither of us notices the water at all. She strokes me nice and hard as I kiss you deeply. I wrap my arms around her as my stiff cock pokes her tummy. She giggles as she feels it against her.

"I think he likes me!" she says with a smile. 

"I know he does," I reply.

I turn her around and drape her long, wet, beautiful hair over her shoulder exposing her back. I begin washing and massaging her back with the washcloth in one hand, all along her shoulders, down her back. Warm water massages her as I rub up and down, kissing her back and shoulders. I wash down the small of her back as I take her by the hips and pull her close. She turns her head enough so we can kiss. My hard cock pokes her in the back causing her to smile. I begin washing some more, down her ass, squeezing each of her beautiful cheeks. 

She bends over slightly, grabbing the rail in the back of the shower. I wash up and down her ass, and spread her legs apart. I drop the wash cloth and reach under her ass, and find her pussy. It is so warm, soft and wet. But not wet from the shower water, wet from her excitement, from her pleasure. I massage her clit from behind as I rub her ass with my other hand. She moans as my fingers make love to her pussy. I massage her back and ass with my other hand as I feel her wetness build up.

I take her by the hips from behind and begin sliding my cock inside her from behind, as she grabs on to the shower rail. I work it in slow at first, and then it slides beautifully inside her, all the way, filling her up. I begin working it in and out; the water raining down on us seems hotter than earlier. She gasps as I enter you all the way, your mouth hanging open. 

I hold her hips firm as I begin moving in and out of her slowly, but deeply. With each stroke I slide it all the way out, then going all the way in, working it in and out, in long, slow deep strokes. Her moans get louder and your eyes get bigger. She turns to look at me; her beautiful face is distorted in complete pleasure. Mouth still open, forehead wrinkled, eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Each stroke goes in more intense, more purpose as my cock keeps throbbing and growing on each deep stroke. 

I rub her back with my one hand, then squeeze your ass firmly as I move in and out, then picking up the pace...just a little at first, but then a lot, still going just as deep each time, only faster, then faster, then faster yet. She moans louder and louder, gasping for air. She tries to say my name, but can't get her breath. My cock throbs as her pussy tightens around it. I can feel her getting close, which gets me close too. As her whole body tenses and twitches, her pussy throbs around my cock, causing it to erupt inside of her, my hot cum way hotter than the water pouring down on us. Her body continues to throb and twitch, as you milk every drop from me.

She finally starts slowing down and getting her breath. I pull out of her as she turns around. Her legs are shaking, as she can barely stand. I hold her close again and kiss the top of her head.

"Wow sweety" she says , "That was amazing."

"Yes it was beautiful, yes it was."

We stand under the hot, running water, holding each other close. Knowing that it won't be long before we are ready again...



Round Two



This is an actual transcript of the second cybering session between me and my online lover. Some edits have been made, as the typos flew fast and furious and we got a little incoherent as our excitement peaked. You may find the POV confusing if you haven't cybered or read much of it. We are addressing one another in 1st and 2nd person, and the double linebreaks are POV shifts. 

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Dyn: I lick you from your mons, over your clitoral hood, sliding wetly across your excited swollen nub, between your lips, where I linger exquisitely, then further down to wet the flesh lead to your pretty little asshole, and then to the hole itself, starting lightly and teasingly, lapping gently as your breathing quickens, and then slide my tongue into your ass, in and out while you cry out.

Dyn: After making you crazy, I reluctantly pull my tongue out of your ass and kiss my way up your sweet butt cheeks and the crevice between.

Dyn: Rolling you facedown, I proceed up your spine until I'm licking and chewing on your neck and we're grinding my groin against your restless bottom.

Dyn: My hard dick rubbing between your cheeks.

Kit: "Mmmmmmm..." I push back against your cock, wanting you.

Dyn: I nudge against your asshole, this time with my cock.

Dyn: Your crack and hole are full of my saliva, and I dip my fingers into your sopping pussy to add to the lubrication.

Dyn: Shifting down a moment, I spear your pussy with my dick to get me lubed as well. You have plenty to spare.

Dyn: Pulling out again and taking aim once more on my true target, I push my cockhead past the tight muscles of your asshole.

Kit: I gasp sharply and push back against you, gasps turning to soft moans as you push into me.

Dyn: I love the sound of your horny whimper of delight.

Dyn: I give you a moment to get accustomed, making tiny, almost imperceptible thrusts.

Dyn: Except I know you can feel them, because you shudder in ecstasy in time with me.

Dyn: Soon enough, each little thrust is more insistent, and your ass accepts progressively more of my manhood.

Dyn: It's both too long and too soon before I am buried to the balls in your bottom.

Kit: "Oh gods yes..." I moan.

Kit: I reach beneath me to alternately stroke your balls as you push in, and my clit as you pull out

Dyn: You've taken all of me and I revel in the beauty of the moment and then begin to fuck your ass, gently at first but neither of us will stand for that, and shortly I am fucking your backside with passion and vigor.

Dyn: You can feel my cock twitch when you touch my balls, and you know that I'm loving your tender touch to go with our rough coupling in your ass.

Dyn: Drunk with lust and my power over you, I'm giving it to you hard and fast.

Dyn: Claiming your ass as mine, the second hole you've given me.

Dyn: Mine to fuck and fuck and fuck.

Dyn: You hear my breathing getting ragged and feel my balls tighten, and you know I'm close to cumming.

Kit: I moan with pure pleasure, switching my strokes on your balls to light scratches with my nails... arching my back and thrusting my ass at you... taking all of you I can get.

Dyn: It didn't seem possible, but your hand drives me to greater heights.

Dyn: I grab your hips to keep you in place and fuck you harder still.

Kit: Shrill moans accent the sound of our bodies pounding together you know I am enjoying this immensely.

Dyn: An animal growl in my throat turns to a roar as I slam into your ass one last time and hold fast, deep inside, as I fill you bottom with my cum.

Kit: "I need your fingers love," I gasp. You can feel me rubbing my clit, my ass holding your cock tightly.

Dyn: I reach between us and our fingers tangle briefly as I bury mine in your wet folds while you frig your clit furiously.

Dyn: There's no subtlety anymore. I jam all four fingers into you and touch you everywhere I can reach in your pussy.

Kit: I scream... and cum hard... my cum running down your hand and arm as I shudder. The feel of your fingers and cock in me is too much to control.

Dyn: With my thumb, I stroke where I licked before, between your pussy and asshole, slick with drips from our efforts to lube you.

Dyn: Just as you seem to come off the top of your orgasm, I twist my fingers inside you and rub your G-spot to set you off again.

Kit: "OH! GODS! FUCKYESOHGODSYES!"

Dyn: I'm relentless, petting you into riding several orgasmic waves.

"Soon enough, I will surrender to you and your power over me will be complete, but right now, I own your orgasms."

Kit: "MORE!"

Dyn: "When you cum, you are worshipping your god." For emphasis, I frig you just right to give you a simultaneous vaginal and clitoral orgasm.

Dyn: "I will addict you to me."

Dyn: After several more waves, I take mercy as your breathing becomes difficult and you become nearly incoherent with ecstasy.

Dyn: My ministrations slowly become less demanding until finally I am gently stroking your outer lips, my cock still in your ass, though it's softened and then hardened somewhat again with the passion of your climax.

Dyn: I reluctantly pull out of your ass and ease you onto your side, spooning you from behind, one hand stroking gently between your leg, the other under your chest, cradling your breast and pulling you into me. I kiss your shoulder.

Dyn: "Round two," I whisper in your ear.

Kit: "Cant wait to see what you have planned for round three," I murmur as I snuggle against you



Round Two



Later that night, after all the fun had happened, I started to get ready for bed, eager for my boyfriend to join me, but he stayed up playing some more, teasing me by brushing his hand along my bra-less breasts. He tweaked my nipple, making it get erect and even pinker. I was just crawling into bed when he was finished and ready to join me. 

"Hello." He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into a kiss, "How're you?" 

"I would be better if you went and brushed your teeth." I giggled, playfully pushing him away. 

"Aw baby." 

"Go." I whispered. "I'll still be here." 

"You better be." 

I nodded and readjusted myself on the bed, pushing half my panties down to reveal my bare hip. I turned and took off my shirt, trying to think of the sexiest position. I changed a few times, from completely nude to sexy lingerie and all sorts in between. It stuck me just as I heard him gargling in the bathroom. I opened the night stand and pulled out my good friend the vibrator and peeled off my panties, leaving me in only a thin, translucent bra. 

By the time Jonathan walked in, I had opened my legs as far as they could go and was teasing my clit with the wonderful vibrating toy. 

"Holy hell." He moaned. His athletic shorts tented out at the sight. 

At the same moment, I dipped the device into my eager hole. I threw my head back, exaggerating my pleasure for show, and let out an enormous moan. 

Jonathan stripped off his shirt and was next to me in a second, feeling the wetness coming from in between my legs. "When'd you get that?"

"Remember those 2 weeks you visited your mom in New Jersey?" I panted. I threw one hand behind his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss, my other hand driving the vibrator as far into my pussy as it could go. His tongue frenzied in my mouth. 

"Yeah." He broke away. Jonathan shifted so he was near my feet. He lifted them above his head, maximizing the effect of my toy. 

"I got it--oh fuck--then." I kept moaning as he took my hand away from it and started to guide it himself. 

"I remember you being horny as hell the night I got back. The first time we had sex on the coffee table."

I nodded and laughed. My toes curled in pleasure as my boyfriend fucked me with the fake dick as fast as he could. I grabbed the bed sheets and closed my eyes from how fucking fantastic I felt. 

As I neared the edge, and probably what could've been the biggest climax I've ever had, he slowed down abruptly. I groaned in the disappointment. 

"Hold on." Jonathan pulled down him shorts, then moved my legs as far up to my head as they could, the vibrator still buzzing happily in my pussy. I moved to take it out so he could fuck me there, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it back onto the bed. "You got to control earlier, now I control." 

I giggled in happiness. "You know my kink for hot dominating guys."

Jonathan nodded and rubbed some of my pussy juices onto his penis. He moved it to my mouth. "Suck it, you whore." 

I gladly took it in my mouth. I tasted myself on him while a mixture of his precum and started to smile. 

Jonathan didn't want any of that, because he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth hard. He forced his long cock into the back of my throat, making me gag, but I still enjoyed it, like I said I love blow jobs. Any kind. 

I moaned from a mixture of the vibrator inside me and his long cock fucking my mouth. I felt his balls tickle my chin which each thrust. I took my hand and drew a line along them, caressing them. Jonathan smiled evilly, enjoying every moment. Finally, after more than a minute of a brutal mouth fucking, Jonathan groaned and released my hair, though he hadn't cum yet. He readjusted my legs again so they revealed my fat pussy lips, which still had the long metal object buzzing. He slide the vibrator up and down a few times, making me moan and beg for release, then spread my ass cheeks. 

I'm not normally into anal, Jonathan's cock was longer than fatter than comfortable, but that night I loved it. Usually guys start out gentle, testing me, but not that night. After he spread my cheeks and revealed my tight hole, Jonathan thrust all the way in to the hilt. I almost screamed. I reached above my head to the head of the bed and started to dig my nails into it, and biting my lip. 

Jonathan went in and out of my asshole wildly, using one hand to guide himself and the other to plunge my toy inside of me. The vibrator tickled my g spot and set my clit on fire. 

"Ah, Jonathan." I moaned, running a hand through my hair. Neither of my holes had taken this much and I was feeling things I'd never felt before. 

My boyfriend moved his hips in and out of me while fucking my pussy in perfect sync. While one was in, the other one wasn't and it was sending me over the moon. 

"Fucking hell I'm going to cum." I moaned. I felt the climax building inside of me quickly. 

"Me too." He grunted. 

I arched my back, opening my mouth in a silent moan as I felt him empty his second load of the day into me. He kept thrusting though, gradually slowing down. Finally he removed the vibrator from my aching pussy. 

"God." I moaned, wrapping a tired arm around him as he laid next to me. 

"That felt fantastic."

"Oh yeah."

"Round 3 for today?" Jonathan asked. 

"Are you joking?"

Jonathan shook his head. "You can see I still need more of my gorgeous girlfriend's body."

I noticed his dick was still halfway between erect and not. A smile twinged on my face. "Round 3, sure."

"Really?"

"Nope." 

"Oh you're so mean." 

I giggled and kissed his nose. "That's why you love me."



Round Two



This is written as a follow up to an earlier story but probably works on its own. A friend had suggested my writing needed to be more raunchy. If you're looking for scene setting, character development, and a slow build up then I suggest you read other submissions by myself or others. This ain't that kind of story.

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We laid in each other's arms after having had sex for the first time. A friendship had flared into much more and I couldn't wait to explore your body further. This time I knew the sex would be no holds barred.

I started to tongue a nipple as I twisted the other. Both responded by swelling, each like a little penis getting hard. I licked every bit of first one breast and then the other. I let my tongue lap in broad strokes on the top, on the sides, and underneath before swirling around the areola. I would then draw the nipple into my mouth and suck hard, squeezing it between my lips as I did so. I could tell you liked having your breasts treated a bit roughly. 

I kissed my way down your body. Your hard, tanned stomach was like a highway straight to your nether regions. 

Positioning myself between your legs I started to tease those slippery lips. Just a short time ago I'd emptied my load inside you and our combined juices offered a wonderful delicacy. The smell to me was an overpowering aphrodisiac. I actually buried my nose inside you to get as much aroma as possible. As I let my tongue graze those swollen lips you squirmed. My face became covered in juices as you spread your legs even wider in response. Your inner slut wanted to come out to play and I was more than willing to help.

Switching positions, I laid on the bed and rolled you over on top of me. This put your sopping cunt directly above my face and I started aggressively licking as I got to taste more and more of what oozed from you. 

You returned the favor by taking my cock in your mouth. You moaned as you tasted me and your lips brought me to full hardness in no time. You were sucking me as hard as I'd sucked your nipples. I'd heard the term "she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch" and I was beginning to believe the phrase had been coined about you. If I hadn't already cum you'd have had a mouthful by now. You occasionally would stop sucking to lick my balls and take them gently into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the head again before you slid my hardness all the way to the back of your throat. 

As I held on to your firm cheeks and licked you I let a finger graze your pink rosebud. You clinched involuntarily but the quick intake of breath gave you away. I gently let my finger caress your anus. You relaxed and moaned which I took as permission to go further. I slid two fingers up inside you and loaded them with cum and pussy juice. I smeared that mixture around and pushed a finger against your now slippery asshole. It slid in easily and I thought this isn't the first time something had gone up your back door. As I pleasured you orally I kept moving my finger in and out and then added a second finger. I now knew where my second load of the night would end up. I stopped for a moment and pushed you gently over on your side. You let my cock out of your mouth and gave me a questioning look.

I asked if you had lube and you told me to look in the nightstand. I found the lube and something else, a blue jelly dildo. You rolled your eyes at me as I just set it aside on the bed. Rolling you onto your back I pushed your legs back and put them over my shoulders so I'd have free access to both asshole and pussy.

I took the lube and slathered my cock and poured a little onto a finger to get some on your asshole. I put my cock at the entrance and pushed. My mushroom shaped head popped in fairly easily leading me to believe that the jelly dong had been there before me. I slowly inserted myself, inch by inch, until I was totally buried. I pulled out nearly all the way and drizzled more lube on my shaft before sliding it back in. Gradually I started to stroke in and out. The tight ring clinching me felt so good. You reached down and started to frig yourself with fingers pushing inside and rubbing your clit. You shuddered as the first orgasm hit you but wanting more you barely paused before pleasuring yourself more.

Fully buried, I stopped for a moment and smiled at you. I then picked up the dong and placed it at your pussy lips. Between our earlier fucking and the juices that were now flowing no lube was needed. It slid in effortlessly. You gasped at the double penetration and through the thin wall I could feel it against me. The sensation was driving me crazy.

We settled into a rhythm of the dildo going out as I plunged in, me pulling back and you rammed the dildo home again as we see sawed your two holes. My balls banged against your ass cheeks as I pounded harder and I felt my climax starting to build. The rhythm was soon lost as we both rammed in and out. You orgasmed again as I hit the point of no return. I buried myself as deep in your ass as I could and spurted every drop of my load far up inside you.

We were both breathing hard. You took the jelly dong out of your pussy and gave me a smoldering look as you brought it to your mouth and sucked it clean. Yes, your inner slut had come out to play tonight and I looked forward to getting to know her much better. 

As took my softening dick out of your well used asshole I stood back and admired the scene. A well used and sloppy pussy with swollen lips along with your other hole that was already starting to leak cum created a picture I'd never forget.



Round Two with Luke



Some of you have read about the first time I met a man from a gay site. His name was Luke and the first meeting turned out great. He is an older guy, around 55 and a total top. He told me that he is bisexual and just loves fucking. I can testify that he does love fucking. It had been several months since I was able to meet him again, due to his and my own work schedule. My work finally began to slow down and I knew that soon we would be allowed to leave work early, giving me the time to stop by my friends house and enjoy some guy activities. 

I called Luke and left a message on his voice mail telling him that I hoped to be able to stop by sometime in the following week and hoped he would be able to fit me into his schedule. I didn't have to wait long for an answer, maybe an hour. Luke called me back and told me that he was free the entire week in the evenings and to just call when I wanted to head that way. 

As fate would have it that first night work was slow and I left about 2 hours early. My cock had been hard most of the evening, thinking about being with him again. I almost ran to my car and called him as I drove from the parking lot. I innocently asked if the invitation stood for that evening, he laughed and said sure thing, whenever you like. I laughed back and told him that I was half way there and should be there in ten minutes. My car couldn't drive fast enough, didn't want to get stopped and couldn't explain why my cock was out and leaking precum. 

I pulled into Luke's drive and stroked my cock a couple more times, tasting my precum as I pulled my jeans up. I walked up to the door and Luke greeted me there, smiling and commented how quickly I had gotten there. I just nodded and smiled and walked into his house, closing the door behind me. Luke walked past me, sliding one hand along my crotch as he passed to lock the door. My cock jumped from his touch and I knew I was leaking more precum. I turned to face him and he kissed me roughly and deeply. I usually don't get into kissing, but the feel of his unshaved face made my legs quiver. We kissed deeply again, our tongues fighting for dominance, when he reached and took my ass in his hands, squeezing it hard. My knees gave out and I found myself on my knees facing his crotch. I licked at his cock through his jeans and he moaned lowly. 

Luke pulled me to my feet before I could undo his jeans and we kissed again. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and I took the clue and unbuttoned his, removing it slowly. His nipples stood proud as I tongued them lightly. Luke moaned again and unsnapped his jeans pulling them down and stepping out of them. His cock was tenting against his tidy-whites and looked lovely, leaking precum quickly, from the large wet spot that grew in front of my eyes. I quickly stepped out of my jeans and pulled my boxers down, allowing my cock to spring free. 

I rubbed Luke's cock and he held mine and slowly stoked it. He told me that he couldn't believe that he finally found someone that had more precum then him. I laughed and said it was his entirely his fault. He grinned and took some pre from my cock head and offered it to me. I licked his fingers clean and sucked them into my mouth, causing him to moan again. Luke stepped back and slid his underwear down, stepping out of them. I fell to my knees and was sucking him before he could stop me. He thrust into my mouth and I did my best to take his cock deep. I licked at him and sucked his cock till he was hard and I knew ready. 

Luke pulled free from my wanting mouth and moved to the bedroom. I followed along like a lost pup. Luke laid back on the bed and I joined him, taking my place back at his hard cock. I continued to suck him and he reached out and slowly stroked my cock. I was hard as a rock and leaking precum like crazy. Luke just moaned from my head job and I was in heaven from the hand job he was giving me. Finally he pulled me off his cock and asked if I was ready to get fucked. I laughed and told him that was why I was there. Luke got off the bed and I took my position kneeling at the bed edge.

Luke was very gentle and lubed my ass well with his fingers then with his lubed cock head. He gently worked his cock into my ass and slowly began to fuck me. As usual I was uncomfortable at first but he was gentle enough and gave me time to get used to his girth. He constantly asked me if I was ok, and I told him yes several times. 

Luke felt me accept his meat easily and finally was fucking me deeply with all of his cock. He continued to fuck me slowly, building speed slowly. He commented how sexy I looked my arms wrapped around a pillow; my broad back at it's widest. Luke began to pound me harder and I begged for him too. The bed was rocking again, covers and sheets shoved all over, the mattress slipping off the box spring. Well it wasn't slipping; it was being driven off with the ungodly thrusts Luke was giving me. Almost ready to fall I placed a foot on the floor to steady myself. Luke never missed a stroke and continues to fuck me like a wild man.

He held my hips in a death hold and rammed his cock into me again and again. I was moaning from the fucking he was giving, my cock rubbing hard against the sheets with every thrust. After 15 minutes my legs couldn't take it anymore and I had to beg for him to stop, my legs were cramping and shaking from the fucking I was given. 

Luke slowly pulled his cock from my battered ass and sighed, saying what a tight and great fuck I was. I smiled and told him he was a great top and could have my ass anytime. Luke took me up on my offer and told me to get on my back. I did as told and Luke grabbed my legs, threw them over his shoulders and slid his cock easily into me. He began again with slow thrusts, thinking I needed the time to readjust. I smiled and asked if that was all he had? He responded by holding my legs higher and really fucking me hard. My ass was off the bed as he fucked me. My cock was bobbing with every thrust, wanting to be released. Luke really began to deep fuck me and I knew he was close to climax. He bellowed like a bull and pounded my ass deeper then I thought possible, I tried to tighten my anal ring to help but my ass was no match to his hard meat. Luke moaned loudly and I knew he wanted to cum. I reached for my cock wanting to cum at the same time as him. I stroked hard and Luke plunged once more into me, moaning loudly. He dropped my legs, his cock popping free. He aimed his cock at my face and jerked it several times. His eyes rolled back in his head as the first spurt of cum shot out onto my chest. My own cock was spurting cum almost as high. The feeling of both of our cums on my cheat was unbelievable. My climax let up but Luke shot three more huge spurts onto my chest. 

Spent, Luke fell to the bed beside me, still holding his cock, milking the last drops of his climax. I reached over and stroked his cock gently and Luke returned the favor. Then he brought his hand up and rubbed the cum together on my chest, mixing it. His hand was covered in the sticky stuff and I licked his fingers clean, sucking each one into my mouth. Luke then pulled me onto him and we kissed deeply, our tongues intertwined. We finally broke our kiss and Luke looked at me and laughed, asking if I wanted a shower. I nodded and followed him to the bathroom.

This story is true and I hope to get with him again soon to have more fun and to get sucked silly.



Round Up



He was a ranch hand. She was the boss's daughter. She had watched him from the day her father had hired him. His physique was lean, but very muscular--just the way she liked her men. And there had been men...too many perhaps for a woman so young, but being the only daughter of a rancher, and a beautiful woman besides, she had learned early on that she could have her pick of men. But this man was different. He paid absolutely no attention to her, and that drove her insane. She was accustomed to getting what she wanted, but her attempts to catch his eye were futile. No matter how provocatively she dressed, no matter how she flirted, he would not give her the time of day. He had heard the stories about her; that she was wild in bed, a real vixen, but he didn't care. As far as he could see, she was a spoiled brat. She strutted around the place, calling out orders, insulting the help, always telling them how things should be done, but never lifting a hand to help. He had no use for such a woman.

His job on the ranch, was to run the stables. He was a horse whisperer of sorts, which is the main reason he had been hired: to break in a new group of "green" horses, which would eventually be used to ride the range, when fences needed mending, and herds were driven in. He certainly had his work cut out for him. He had never worked with such a large group of horses at one time. Usually he was hired to break one particular horse of a bad habit, or simply to teach the horse to carry a rider. This was going to be a challenge, to say the least. If he could steer clear of the boss's daughter until his work was finished, he would be happy.

But it was not to be. Every day, as he worked the horses, 12 in all, she would stand outside the fence, questioning him, telling him how to do his job. Clearly she did not understand his methods, and as politely as he knew how, he would ask her to please refrain from comment. But as the days continued, she stood there, outside the fence, making his life miserable. She thought he was too easy on the animals, that he should "show them who was boss". She knew nothing of the trust that had to be developed between horse and trainer, though she had been around horses her entire life. 

She was more interested in quick results, and assumed the way to achieve those results was by beating the horse. She was a distraction, and if she didn't back off, he would have no choice but to talk to her father when he returned from an auction in Wyoming. Miraculously, as he was having those thoughts, she threw up her arms, cursed in frustration, and stormed off, he hoped, for good. Finally! He could work without distraction, and do what he came here to do...train horses. 

He was completely immersed in his work, trying to gain the trust of a beautiful, but wily, young horse. In one hand, he held some oats, as a reward, while in the other hand, he held a handkerchief, which if needed, he would use to "spook" the horse if it became a danger to his own safety. He had been here, in this same spot, for a half hour probably, trying to make eye contact, showing the horse he could be trusted, when she burst thru the gate, and into the ring. The horse reared up, neighing wildly at the commotion, and began to gallop excitedly around the ring. She stomped over to the man and threw a crop and a whip at his feet, screaming, "Here! Try these, why don't you!" 

As she turned to storm off, he lost it. He ran after her, and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "Are you crazy? You could have gotten us both killed!" He was shaking with anger. Still gripping her arm, he marched her toward the gate, with every intention of throwing her out on her ass. As he neared the gate, he saw coiled on one of the fenceposts, the lead he used to bring the horses into and out of the ring. Without even making a conscious decision to do so, he grabbed the coil of rope, and shoved her against the gate, tying the arm he had in his grasp, and then quickly tying the other, as well. She began screaming and kicking at him, but he was furious. He didn't care if she did tell daddy. He was not putting up with this woman one day longer. 

Screaming obscenities at him, she wiggled and kicked, and demanded to be let go. He reached down and grabbed another handful of oats from the bucket near the gate, shoving them into her mouth, as she swore at him. She spat the oats at him, and he knew he would have to do better than that to keep her quiet. He took the handkerchief he was holding, wadded it up, and shoved it in her mouth. Maybe this would shut her up. 

As he turned away, she lifted her legs high off the ground a gave him a mighty kick, which caught him off guard, and made him stumble forward. He did not give her the satisfaction of turning around. Instead, he moved toward the things she had thrown on the ground, and very calmly bent over and picked them up. He walked back to her now, and as he neared her, she began wildly swinging her legs, trying once again to kick him. He stepped to the side of her, and grabbed one leg, bending it at the knee, and hooking her foot between the fence rails behind her. Still she kicked with the free leg...this woman was unbelievable! He grabbed her other leg and locked it behind her, as he had with the first. He was still shaking, though more from excitement now, than anger. The sight of her tied to the gate that way, and the fight she had put up, had aroused him beyond words. He was a quiet man, and kept to himself. He had never really been into bondage before, but the power he felt now was amazing. 

He took the crop from the ground where he had dropped it. He stood in front of the woman, knowing she was no longer a threat to him. Still, he saw the defiance in her eyes, and knew she had not yet learned her lesson. He asked her, "What exactly does one do with this?" as he slowly tapped the tip of the crop across his palm. She made no attempt to answer, but only wriggled in reply. He slid the tip of the crop up under her t-shirt, and lifted it up over her breasts, fully exposing them. He ran it slowly over her nipples, one at a time, watching them rise in response. He took a short step backwards, and with a small, almost imperceptible movement, brought the crop down square on one nipple. Behind the handkerchief, he heard her shriek of surprise and pain. 

"Is this what it is used for?" he taunted her. He moved lower and landed another blow across her thigh. "This?" he said. His cock was bulging now, throbbing inside of his jeans. She let out a small whimper, and he saw that the look in her eyes had turned from defiance, to one of fear. He swung the gate open and walked around behind her. She struggled to see what he was going to do, but she could not turn her head far enough. Dread filled her. Suddenly, she heard more than felt the first blow on her buttocks. She yelped as it made contact, which only served to heighten his arousal. 

Putting his lips near her ear, he whispered quietly, "Is this what you had in mind for that horse?" He stepped back, where he knew she could not see him, and stood there for a moment, letting her think on it. With rapid succession, he brought the crop down on her ass, five, maybe six times. Her yelps had somewhere evolved into moans. Coming back thru the gate, he looked into her eyes, and saw the pleading there, the need. He stood before her, and began a light tapping with the crop, on her clit, which was hidden behind her jean shorts. 

She was squirming and moaning, as he increased the intensity of each successive blow. Her head was rolling wildly from side to side and her moans became cries, as she exploded in the most shattering climax of her life. In her eyes, he saw her gratitude. No more of the defiance that had been there a short time ago. He unzipped his jeans and took out his bulging cock. She looked at it longingly, and he climbed the fence, positioning himself so that his cock was in front of her face. He teased her that way, knowing she could not take him in her mouth with the handkerchief there. He rubbed his cock all over her face, letting her feel the heat, building her need to suck him.

He removed the handkerchief, bending sharply to kiss her mouth, and then straightening, shoved his cock in her mouth. She instantly began to suck him, using her tongue in ways he had never experienced. Within minutes he was ready to cum. He pulled back and shot his load in her face, her hair. 

Before untying her, holding the crop in one hand he said, "Do you still think I need this?"

Her reply was, "Well, not for the horses!"



Round Up The Usual Suspects



This story was inspired by, and therefore lovingly dedicated to, My Dream

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It was late afternoon as Rick entered the Interstate. The rolling farmlands soon gave way to occasional villages and then suburbia as the miles ticked past. The sun burned orange in the sky in a final, desperate attempt to deny the inevitable and he wondered if she, too, was watching the sunset. He knew that Ilsa hated the color orange and wondered if the beauty of the sun dying in the sky would elude her as it bathed their world in an orange glow. He glanced at his watch and quickly calculated the time and distance that separated them as his foot slightly increased the pressure on the pedal. 

He replayed their many conversations in his mind as he sped south. He looked at the roses, boxed and on the seat beside him. Laughing aloud he realized that one dozen would've been sufficient but, what the hell, three dozen made such a nice bouquet.

The city skyline came into view and he again looked at his watch. Twinkling lights from the tall buildings pierced the orange sky. The city was just beginning to come alive as he drove high above on the overpasses. The change from Mecca of commerce to center of hedonism was underway as the commuters headed home to their lawns that needed mowing, PTA meetings and bowling leagues, while others headed in to drink heartily of the city in all its nocturnal splendor. Two worlds living beside one another and not interacting; different perspectives and priorities. The exit was upon him before he realized and he quickly cut across the three lanes and sharply entered the ramp causing hurried braking and gesturing from those in his way. Ah, gotta love the city, he thought, laughing.

The hotel was two blocks west and he pulled into the parking garage. Entering the lobby, small bag in one hand and boxed roses in the other, he caught sight of himself in the mirrored lobby. Perhaps he should've changed, he thought, as he surveyed himself in the mirror. Black suit jacket, tuxedo shirt, Levis and Birkenstocks, trench coat and hat in hand.. Dressed to kill, he laughed. He had made good time and Ilsa wouldn't be here for another thirty minutes. He checked in and headed to the room.

The suite was all that he had hoped, elegant, yet understated. The fireplace was already ablaze and that the champagne was chilling beside the overstuffed chairs. He threw his bag upon the bed and retrieved his toiletry bag. The bathroom was heavily laden with gold, tapestry wallpaper of burgundy provided a deep contrast and a regal charm to an otherwise purely functional room. Candles surrounded the large Jacuzzi tub. Cigars and coffee had been his companions on the trip south and he knew that he had to brush his teeth yet again. He quickly groomed himself and headed to the bar.

The Lounge was dark. An antique, carved bar filled the right wall, stools half occupied with traveling businessman. Dark stained oaken walls encircled the room with small candle lit tables and leather armchairs filling the floor. He placed the box on the table and walked to the bar. 

"Dewars, rocks, please," he said to the young, pretty barmaid. She was the typical upscale barmaid, probably a local graduate student. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a black bow, wide cheekbones set off by bright green eyes. When she smiled large white teeth lit up her face . Her shirt, a match of his own, was stretched tight against her ample breasts. As she turned to retrieve the bottle his eyes fell to her small, tight, rounded butt. She was bright and friendly but he found himself looking at his watch as she spoke. "I am expecting someone," he told her, "so send the tab to the dining room if you would." He returned to his table and sat facing the door, sipping his drink.

He saw Ilsa as she headed toward the Lounge. She was exquisite in a long black dress, coat thrown casually over her right arm, a black clutch in her hand. She held a wide brimmed hat in her left hand. She was a presence, pearls around her neck, the slit on the side of her dress exposing her shapely legs with every step. She strode elegantly, as he knew she would. She moved assuredly, head held high, deep brown eyes straight ahead. Her dress clung to her, accentuating her body as she glided into the Lounge. Stepping into the room her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she glanced around. He noticed the men at the bar had turned to watch her, they had no choice. Her eyes were searching the room and when their eyes locked the flicker of recognition was supplanted by one of happiness, desire and excitement. He watched her cross the room; his heart beating faster and harder with every step she took until he was sure that it was audible. The carefully thought out plans were cast aside and he rose as she approached. 

As she came closer, he stepped toward her. "Hello, my darling..."was all he could get out before she was before him. He stepped again and closed the gap, his arms encircled her and they were together. They looked into each other's eyes as their lips met. Her warm lips soft against his. In that instant they both became whole. The feel of their bodies against one another, her upturned face, their arms holding each other tight. The kiss was tender, the tongues gently probing. They stayed in that embrace, each relishing the moment of which they had dreamed. They broke the seal of their lips and held one another close, gazing into each other's eyes. A couple of times each began to speak and then thought better of it. They did not need words at this point, they had exchanged so many words prior to this and now they just needed to be together. Wanting instead to take her into his arms and carry her to the waiting room above, he pulled out her chair. They sat and gazed at one another again, broad smiles lighting up the room. After so many words, they were here together and both were content to just be near, to see the face of their dreams; the sparkle in the eyes. He reached for the box of roses and handed them to her, "These are for you, my darling," he murmured. He watched as she unwrapped the bow and looked into the box, her hand finding the small box with the card attached. She looked up at him, brown eyes deep and inviting, the fullness of her lips spreading across white teeth and breaking into a smile. He motioned to the barmaid as she retrieved the box and card. Again she looked at him and he was overcome with happiness and desire. As she opened the card and box he ordered her a glass of white wine and another Dewars for himself. Her eyes narrowed as she read the card and she glanced up at him. "I love you.," she said, looking at him intently. Her fingers quickly unwrapped the box and she retrieved the necklace. The crucifix, encrusted with diamonds, sparkled in her hand catching the flicker from the tabletop candle. She reached up and attached the necklace, her eyes never leaving his. It lay unobtrusively above the strand of pearls and he was glad that he had chosen the smaller one. He leaned in to meet her as she leaned across the small table and they kissed again. She held the bouquet to her face and inhaled deeply of the dark, deep roses. Their eyes locked and again they did not speak.

II As they left the Lounge and headed toward the dining room he asked the barmaid to see that the flowers were placed in their room and her handed her a folded twenty dollar bill. They walked across the lobby, hand in hand and into the dining room. The dinner was an intrusion upon their time together neither did much other than pick at the plates, biding their time. The conversation was general, with long periods of silence as they gazed longingly at one another. The check could not come quickly enough and he signed the receipt with a scrawl. As if moving in lockstep, they were out of the dining room and at their room in an instant, hands never unclasped. Before the door closed behind them they were once again locked in an embrace. Kissing deeply, tongues flicking at one another, hands holding each other close. His right hand tangled itself in her hair as they kissed deeply, he felt her breasts pressing against him and his quickly hardening cock pressing at her leg. His left hand moved to her breast as they kissed on, again and again. Slowly, she parted from his lips and began to remove her clothes. He tore at his shirt and pants, kicking off his sandals. In a moment they were both naked and she took him by the hand as they walked toward the bed. She flung back the covers and pulled him down onto the bed next to her and they kissed again, hands caressing each others naked bodies. His mouth left hers and kissed and nibbled at her neck. "Oh my god, my darling Ilsa.....," he said over and over, again words unnecessary. Her breasts, nipples hard and erect, were welcoming to his hungry hands. His cock, fully erect and swollen, rubbed at her legs. He sighed deeply as her hand encircled his shaft. The pent up desire, so long smoldering, was erupting inside of him as her hand pressed against his chest and he rolled onto his back. Her kisses were soft, light and electrifying on skin as her warm, welcoming mouth made its way to his swollen, bobbing cock. As her tongue brushed against his cock, swollen, purple and glistening with pre-cum, it twitched again. Her tongue circled the head of his swollen member. Softly, gently she ran her tongue along his shaft, her hand cupping his balls. Playfully nibbling, licking and kissing, him he moaned softly. Her hand gripped his shaft and slowly began to slide along the length of it as her mouth returned to the sensitive head. As she took him into her mouth, his hands fell to your head and shoulders. Gently playing with her hair and caressing her shoulders, he relaxed totally. A sense of contentment never known to him before overtook him as he enjoyed her talents. This was not as he had envisioned it, but it was wonderful and fortunate he realized as the pressure began to build in his balls. After such a long time, filled with the dreams and the fantasies, this was indeed fortunate as he knew that he would cum very quickly and the last thing he wanted to do was to cum almost instantly when they made love for the first time. Her nibbling, sucking and tickling tongue brought him to the verge very quickly. Instinctively she knew this and began taking him in faster and harder until, overcome with the ecstacy of the moment he began to cum. Violently, feverishly he came. His hands tightened on her mane of hair in his hand and on her shoulder. When his cock twitched and expelled its final drops she drew back and looked up at him. He wanted nothing more than to return the ecstacy to her. He gently pulled her up and kissed her deeply and passionately. He could taste his cum as their tongues intertwined. "My darling....I love you.," he muttered as his mouth fell to her breast. He sucked at her nipple while his free hand rolled the other in between his fingers. Positioned between her spread legs he continued to caress and make love to her breasts. His free hand fell to her pussy and he softly traced her lips and brushed against her hot, wet opening. Her soft moans were the only sounds as he sucked at one erect nipple, fingers grazed against her spread lips. The wet warmth could be felt against his hand and he fought the urge to enter her then. Gently sliding a finger into her, wet and ready, he heard a soft gasp. His finger grazed against her little nub and she shuddered. His mouth left her breast and kissed her gently on her full lips before his mouth fell to the hot, waiting pussy. Probing gently, his tongue entered and he could taste her, wet, warm and waiting.

Ilsa raised her hips and her legs spread a little more to allow full access. His free hand gently glided along her inner thighs as the tongue sought out the swollen bulb of her womanhood. Her pussy was very wet, clit swollen with desire, as he flicked his tongue against it and rubbed her gently. The soft moaning was more frequent and with each sound he pressed harder. With his mouth pressed hard against the open, waiting pussy his hand returned to her breast and the little rock nipple. As her legs trembled slightly he knew that she, too, had been suppressing the desire for too long. Her hands fell to his head, pressing in and on as she began to grind against the probing tongue. Her breath became shallow and fast, the pressure on the back of his head ever stronger. Bucking now, her fingers fell to his shoulders and he felt the sting of her nails as they tore into his flesh. Gasps and groans and moans were interspersed as she raised off the bed and against his face. The trembling legs moved more quickly as she raised from the bed and her nails dug deeper into his shoulder. She was breathing very shallow and fast as she exploded in orgasm. Erupting, cum flooded her and he drank heartily. Her legs gave way and she collapsed upon the bed as he sucked the sweet nectar from her. He returned to the top of the bed and they kissed again. They held each other, not speaking, just content and fulfilled in each other's presence knowing that they had finally brought pleasure to each other. The minutes ticked away. Two, five, ten, fifteen..... 

They kissed again and she turned on her side to meet him. Gazing into her deep, sparkling eyes Rick knew that he had truly found the love that was meant for him. As he gazed into her deep brown eyes his testicles tightened and his cock stirred. They kissed and pressed slightly against each other. With her hands upon his shoulders, she fell back and he again positioned himself between her spread legs. They kissed lightly, gently and playfully. Bouncing gently with desire his cock, aching now and straining toward her, reached out in desire. Her legs spread further and he slid into her. Slowly, gently he entered. As the shaft reached full immersion, they rested for a second, content in the closeness before they began to move against one another in unison. It was a gentle, passionate session of lovemaking at first until the intensity of the relationship overtook them and they were soon bucking violently against one another. The headboard, a white porcelain gilded antique, began to tap gently against the wall and progressively became a faster and louder testament to their passion. The sweat beads on her chest were pooling with his as they would come together momentarily and her breasts glistened with another manifestation of their union. He felt he pressure once again build and slammed against her. Her hands again were on his back, the nails scraping his flesh. Together they breathed a deep, halting breath before they again erupted in orgasm. As they came in unison, their eyes locked intently, intensely. She could feel his cum pulsing inside her, mixing with her own flood of juices. They kissed softly and he collapsed onto her, spent. The beads of perspiration stood out on her upper lip and he kissed them away. Rolling off of her, they both lay there breathing heavily, their hands clasped tightly.

"Would you like some champagne?" he asked, breaking the tranquility of their shared silence and turning to meet her upturned face.

"Yes, that would be great....built up quite a thirst." she replied, laughing throatily. Rick stood and walked to the chilled bucket. "This is quite a nice room," she said, finally taking a look at something other than her lover's eyes. "Yeah, it is," he replied, watching her eyes scan the room. He poured two glasses and returned to the bed. Bending, he kissed her and handed her the glass. They sipped the champagne sitting cross legged on the bed, facing each other, the silence conveying the contents of their hearts. They drained their glasses and she lay back down on the bed. "Excuse me a sec," Rick said as he left their love bed and headed for the bathroom.

III As he returned from the bathroom, Rick saw Ilsa lying on the bed on her stomach, her round ass beckoning. He walked to the foot of the bed and stooped. The bottoms of her feet were before him and he planted kisses upon them. She purred softly. 

Encouraged, his hands glided up her calves as he planted kisses upon her, slowly working upward. Across the bottoms of her feet, past the ankles and onto her calves. Slowly, softly his hands glided upon her legs. The tickling of his fingers and the light kisses caused her to stir slightly. The kisses trailed upward ....lower thighs, the inner thighs, the curves at the bottom of her cheeks and onto her ass. His exploring tongue ran around the curves of her cheeks, fingers gently caressing her thighs. She stirred again and raised her ass slightly to meet him as the hot, wet tongue probed the separation of her ass cheeks. His grip tightened and spread her cheeks, tongue probing deeper. Again she raised her ass to him and he knew that she, too, wanted more. Her little pink hole was teased by his tongue, gently running across and around it. She moaned softly, dreamily. 

Sharply his tongue pushed against the opening and she stirred once again. His tongue entered her ass and she gasped. Using his tongue, he gently fucked her last hole. She rose to her knees, pressing her ass against his face as he tongue fucked her asshole. The rounds of her cheeks sandwiched his face as he worked his tongue fast and hard. Her moaning and squirming, much more animated now, was getting him so very excited, once again. He felt as if he was 20 years old again, alive with energy and passion. He withdrew from her ass and looked lovingly at the round ass before him. Quickly his hand stiffened and released her cheek. Striking swiftly at the ass before him, he saw the cheeks pink slightly. Again, he slapped at her ass, but much harder. This time he heard her breath catch in her throat. The shade of pink spreading across her ass was darkening to a deeper red and he slapped again & again, harder and harder.

She cried out in pain and ecstacy and his cock jumped to life. The scarlet of her asscheeks was getting him so very hot. He heard a whimper and his cock began to twitch again. As he watched the blood filled her bared ass and the color began to match that of his swelling cockhead. His cock pressed against her thighs and he gripped the ass tightly, spreading the cheeks. He stepped in to raise his cock to her tight little hole. Pressing against her, the cock found the opening it had sought. He heard her whimpering and had to have her once again. With a hard thrust, he popped the head into her asshole. She tightened and he slapped her ass again, harder than before. She cried out in pain and ecstacy and he drove his cock deep into her ass. The spittle of his tongue was the only lubricant and the feeling of his cock as it began to slide in and out of her asshole was rough, raw and excited them both . She squirmed with delight and her sphincter muscle tightened around his cock. He trembled with desire and animal lust as he began to fuck her savagely. Her whimpering was mixed with grunts as he slammed against her, his balls slapping at her thighs. She balanced on one arm and her free hand found her dripping pussy. She began to massage her clit as he kept savagely fucking her ass.

For the third time that evening, Rick felt the orgasm building. Ilsa began to moan audibly and the headboard again began it's assault upon the wall. Harder and faster he assaulted her little asshole. Harder and faster she rubbed herself to the building orgasm. Sharply, she cried out and he knew she was there. With a last, hard thrust he began to shoot cum into her ass. Again, he slapped at her ass and the crimson returned as he drained himself into her, collapsing onto her as her hand returned to support them both. He was breathing very hard and she could feel the hot, deep breaths on her back. He kissed her back as he withdrew his aching, well used cock. He glanced down and watched as his cock withdrew into his abdomen and scrotum, a weary warrior in need of rest. Ilsa's legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed onto the bed. Rick fell beside her and they lay there for five minutes, again without speaking. 




Round Up The Usual Suspects



They made love again in the middle of the night when one or the other woke up and began to play. They slept soundly in each other's arms through the rest of the night, the glowing embers of the fire casting shadows upon them.

In the morning, she bathed and drank champagne while he made some phone calls. He had risen first and quietly showered and drawn her bath, lighting the candles for her and waking her with a light kiss on her full lips. They ordered room service and another bottle of champagne and discussed everything but themselves. Their time was coming to an end and neither wanted to give it life by discussing it. They dressed and gathered their belongings. She looked regal, in her coat and wide brimmed hat. Rick threw on his trenchcoat and hat and they left their lovenest behind. The ride down to the lobby in the elevator was in shared silence, hands clasped. She waited by the gift shop while he checked out and they met at the door and walked out hand in hand.

He walked with her to her to her car. The morning was cold and dark, a heavy fog had settled in over the night and hung heavy on the ground below. Figures were shrouded and when shortly out of reach, disappeared into the thick fog. The city was again alive with people hurrying to be someplace else. The bustle of the city surrounded the couple and excluded them as they walked along. They were oblivious to the horns, the scurrying people laden with cell phones, attaches and Starbucks cups that passed them as they walked together, holding each other close. They were together and neither wanted to be anywhere else. Their world was just the two of them and any other did not exist for the next several minutes. They were going to milk every last drop from their time together before rejoining the world outside of them, that waited for them, relentlessly.

They paused before her car, both of them knowing. Rick leaned in and kissed Ilsa deeply and passionately, never wanting to let go. Their lips parted and they opened their eyes to view the other's tear filled eyes staring back at them. She started to speak and Rick stopped her. "No, Ilsa," he pleaded, "Just go." Ilsa leaned in and kissed him lightly before opening her door and quickly stepping into the car. She closed the door and turned the key. Without another glance she backed out and sped to the curb. Rick watched her as her car joined the stream of others and she drove away.

As Rick watched her drive away he saw a man approaching through the dense fog. He was small framed, wearing a black trenchcoat and a small billed, official looking hat, like a policeman. As he neared Rick could see his face, white against the fog and dark clothing, small thin mustache accentuating his sharp features. Rick recognized him as he neared. He was Claude Raynes, the garage security supervisor and an old friend. 

"Ah, Rick," he said as he approached, "lets go get a cup of coffee, my friend." 

Rick was glad to see him, to see someone, and he threw his arm around his friend's shoulder and they headed off together into the dense fog.