1 comments/ 39441 views/ 3 favorites She Makes Me By: prophet007 It's Friday, a quarter past four in the afternoon. The day and the long week at work are coming to an end, and the weekend is nearly here, two days of relief from this place. Oh the office pays well enough and allows me to live a fairly comfortable life, but I don't think there's anybody in the entire would who could say that when they were young they dreamed of sitting at a desk managing a team of plastics mouldings agents. Such is life, I suppose. Claire is talking to me again. I find it distracting, partially because she is so attractive and partially because her manner, the way she behaves, excites me. She's a bright young thing, Claire, and will not be with us long. She sparky, argumentative, opinionated and stubbourn. Right now, she's standing next to my desk telling me very forcefully why we can't possibly let the MacMillan deal go through at that price. She is not afraid to confront her boss in such a way. I find her captivating. I try and concentrate on what she's saying and I nod and 'hmmm' in all the right places, but all the time I find myself thinking how delightful it would be tied up, at her mercy, to be tortured, abused and humiliated by this gorgeous young creature. The idea makes me hard, almost squirming in my seat, and my heart beats a little faster as the adrenaline of the arousal pumps around my system. I try and calm down, to breath more slowly, but the image will not go away. "Are you eve listening to me?" she asks. I resist the temptation to say 'Yes Mistress', by accident. Instead I nod, regaining control. "Yes, of course," I reply. "All right, put it on hold for now," I tell her. She nods curtly, and turns to walk away, her long legs moving swiftly across the office. I'm her boss, she shouldn't be able to talk to me like that. The knowledge of her having the power over me when she shouldn't just makes it all the more delicious. The fact that she's ten years younger adds to the intoxication. I have to get out of here. I make my excuses and leave early. There is somewhere I have to go. My heart beats hard all along the tube journey until I alight at Tottenham Court Road. I know the way instinctively by now, which back streets to take, which innocuous-looking doorway to knock on. I have been here before, and after each time I have sworn to myself that I'm satisfied, guilty, fulfilled, disgusted with myself… all of those things mixed together. I am a respectable businessman. I wear a smart suit and shiny black shoes. What on Earth am I doing here? But of course, I always come back. Sometimes after only a few days. Sometimes weeks or even months go by, but eventually the pressure, the desire builds up inside until I am itching, yearning for it and I have to go back, it's the only way. It's like a drug, and I need another hit. I'm an addict. It's not even as if I can simply come here by accident. This is a very exclusive establishment, I was lucky to chance upon it. Appointments are needed, pre-payment compulsory. My card has already been charged, even if I decided to walk straight past and not go in, I would still be paying. I may as well do it. Well, of course I'm going to do it. Was there ever any doubt? I knock. There is a pause, then the door opens a little. The familiar face of the doorwoman, Shona. A pleasant, plump woman in her late fifties, apparently once she was a dominatrix herself. Still is, for certain customers of specific tastes. She smiles at me, takes the door off the hook, and allows me to enter. "Go in," she tells me. "She's expecting you. I suspect you know the way." I nod, and head down the corridor in front of me to the last room on the left. All feelings of regret and doubt have disappeared now, my hormones, my desire have taken me over completely and I cannot wait for the session to begin. The room is dark, lit only by a single dimmed lamp in the corner. The carpet is deep and lush and red, the walls a similar scarlet shade of unpatterned wallpaper. The layout is familiar to be. In one corner is a cabinet that contains many wonderful things she will use to do many wonderful tortures to my body. Overhead, hanging from the ceiling by two chains, is a iron bar. There are various hooks and hoops on the floor and walls. I look at my watch. My appointment has begun. I wait, standing tense and nervous and excited. She loves to keep me waiting, keep me in suspense, aching… I love it too. The door opens, and there she is. She is tall, slender and shapely. She has short black hair and a small black mask disguises the top part of her face, allowing only her brilliant hazel eyes to shine through. She wears lipstick a deep shade of purple and her mouth is twisted in a small, tight mocking smile. Her legs, her gorgeous long legs and clad in knee-high boots with high, viciously sharp-looking heels. She wears a matching black leather basque, and elbow length delicate leather gloves. She is the image of perfection, the Dominatrix, the woman who is going to make me suffer. Instinctively, I kneel. She locks the door and walks swiftly over to me, delivering a hard, stinging slap to my left cheek. I fall backwards. "Bitch!" she says sharply. "Stand up!" she shouts. I stand. "Why haven't you come to see me for three weeks?" she demands. "I…" She slaps me again, harder. I say nothing. "And why aren't you already naked?" she asks. "I'm sorry, Mistress." "Not good enough!" she shrieks. "Strip, now!" she orders. Fumbling, excites, panicking, all of these things, I race as fast as I can to tear off my clothes, the last vestiges of the respectable, mild-mannered façade I present to the rest of the world being torn away and thrown hurriedly into the corner. All the while she is looking at me disgustedly, showing how utterly beneath her contempt I am. "Faster!" she snaps. Eventually I finish, and she looks me up and down. "Pathetic." I know I look pathetic, next to her. I feel pathetic. I am pathetic. But I love it, and of course my achingly hard cock is a giveaway of just how excited I am. She walks to the cupboard and takes out a pair if leather cuffs with a metal chain connecting them, and another chain with a hoop on the end coming off of this. She walks back across to me and cuffs my wrists tightly. "Stand up, stretch," she demands. I do as she asks and she hooks and locks the hoop onto the iron bar that hang from the ceiling. The bar is just that fraction to tall for me and I have to stand uncomfortably on tiptoe to be able to hang there and still touch the floor. This, of course, is very deliberate. As she finishes locking me there and goes back to the cupboard, she allows her gloved hand to grip my cock for just a fraction of a second. The cool touch of the leather excites me even more and I jerk with the spasm of pleasure it brings me. That was no accident, of course. She knows exactly how to play me, and exactly how I like to be played. She returns with a black cloth blindfold, which deprives me of being able to drink in her wonderful beauty, but makes things all the more exciting. I'll never know what's coming next, what new torment she is about to unleash. Then the ball gag is stuffed into my mouth - a hard rubber ball tied around my head. I cannot speak. No safe words. No way out. This is for real. Lastly, she secures my ankles to hoops in the floor so I am trapped fast, stretched out painfully, gagged and blinded. Totally at her mercy. Me, the mild-mannered respectable businessman and she, my leather-clad dominatrix. If they could see me now… That's all part of the excitement, the thrill, the charge of it - the idea of doing something so totally not me, so unexpected, something that would be so shocking to all those who know me if they were ever to find out. Not that they ever would of course. This is my dark, depraved little secret. She leans in close to me and grips my poor, defenceless, soft balls in one hand. At first she simply holds them tightly, then she clenches her fist in a vice-like grip that makes me scream against the gag with agony and tears of pain roll down my face, not for the last time tonight I am well aware. "I'm going to make you suffer," she whispers delicately, icily. "And it's going to be beautiful." She kisses my right nipple and releases by balls, causing me to fall forward against my bonds breathing deeply through my nose in blessed relief. She begins with the whip, of course. She walks around me in a circle, I can hear her soft footsteps against the carpert. She circles me fully three times before the first stinging blow lands on my upper right thigh. I flinch and groan. "Quiet!" she snaps. I try not even to breath too hard. She whips me again, this time on the backside and I flinch again. "Keep still!" she demands, despite knowing full well that's impossible against such pain. She keeps circling me, every few seconds flashing out with the whip and hitting another part of my body - stomach, chest, thighs, backside… The timing between each blow is a few seconds or a full minute, or sometimes two one after the other… She varies it constantly, so I never know how much respite I will have before the next blow. When she makes a longer gap, the tension, and expectation alone is enough to excite me. Finally, she brings her mot vicious blow yet cracking right down onto the tip of my hard, aching cock, making me scream in agony again against the gag and instinctively pull back against the chains. "Shut up, bitch!" she demands, and I try and be quiet but the tears are flowing again as the pain is too much. She grabs my face in her hand and squeezes the skin tightly. "I said shut up!" she repeats, louder, more viciously, and I do my best to quieten down. She lets go of me, and I relax a little, still on edge trying to predict what she will do to me next. It's impossible to predict of course, but that's what makes it all the more exciting. I adore this woman, I worship her, not for who she is but because of the things she does to me, the way she makes me suffer, the things she puts me through. If I met her on the street in real life or in a pub or wherever I probably wouldn't even look twice at her. There would be no emotional attachment. But here and now, in this chamber, she is everything. She goes to the cupboard again, I can hear that. There are various sounds of things being moved and picked up, none of which I can identify, then suddenly the sound of a match being struck. She moves closer to me, and I can smell something… It's vaguely familiar…Burning wax… a candle. I stiffen slightly, unsure exactly of what is about to happen but with a fair idea. She stands right in front of me, and with one hand strokes my face gently, her hand still encased in the cool, dominating leather gloves. She runs a finger across my lips and I lean forward slightly into her caress… It is at this moment she upturns the burning candle and hot, wet wax drips onto the throbbing tip of my cock, and I throw back my head and scream in pain, my body convulsing as the hot, sticky liquid burns my most sensitive area and runs down the length to the base, where it already begins to cool and solidify. Again my eyes water, my heart beats and I cannot help but marvel at her inventiveness. "Would you like some more?" she asks with a mockingly polite tone in her voice, as if she were offering me something to drink at a party. I nod of course. I'm expecting it this time, but that doesn't make it any the less painful as it splashes against me again and runs, burning, down the side of me. I tense, but manage not to make any sound this time, biting hard against the ball gag, beads of nervous, pained sweat breaking out all over my body. Twice more after this she upturns the candle, until my poor cock is covered with trails of burns and my pubic hair matted with dried, cooled wax. I hear her step back and I can picture in my mind's eye the satisfied smile on her face as she admires her handiwork, the poor, tortured body of her devoted slave. "Very good," she purrs. "You took that very well, bitch. I think you deserve a little reward…" I shudder again, because I know all too well what her 'rewards' are usually like. She's going to do something terrible to me. I hear her go to the cupboard again, and then move back towards me. There are more sounds I cannot quite identify, and I can hear from the sound of her light, slow breathing that she is standing behind me. I find myself almost unconsciously bracing myself, but that doesn't prepare me for the sudden shock of one of her gloved fingers suddenly slipping up my backside and probing my hole… There is a cold, jelly-like substance on the finger, some kind of lubricant. She works it quickly and professionally all around my hole, and I realise what is about to happen. The one finger is joined by another, and with a sudden jolt that makes me gasp the two fingers have slipped easily inside my open, defenceless hole. She has never done that before. My muscles spasm and contract against them as they probe and explore inside me. At first the feeling was painful and awkward, but now as she works skilfully I find myself almost reluctantly enjoying the sensation of fullness, and especially the feeling of being so defenceless against such an attack. I press back against her fingers. Suddenly, her other hand has reached around me and taken hold of my still-hard, aching cock. I realise this hand is no longer gloved as she slowly closes her hand in a tight grip around me and begins to move slowly up and down. This hand too is lubricated, moving up and down with a slick ease as I moan and sigh in pleasure. Her double assault has reduced me to a mere plaything in her hands, although of course from the moment I stepped into this room I was never anything more than that anyway. She continues like this for a long time, her strokes taking me right to the edge, thrusting myself forward to try and match her rhythm and take myself there. Soon she leaves simply a ring of thumb and forefinger around me, ringing the sensitive area just below the head of my cock, teasing me, bringing me right to the edge until I feel I'm about to burst… Then she stops, takes her hand away and pulls her fingers out from inside of me. I feel empty and hollow and I sag forward with the confusion and devastation of having been taken right to the edge and not allowed to go over it. "You didn't really think I'd make it so easy for you, did you?" she sneers. I shake my head sadly, not sure if a reply was expected or not. Suddenly the whip is out again and she is tormenting the backs of my legs and my backside with it, whipping me again and again until I am sure I can feel trickles of blood there and the tears come again. "That is for expecting far too much!" she snaps. "Do you think your pleasure means anything to me? Do you really think for one moment that I care about what you feel, you insignificant little worm? You're nothing." She leans in very close and whispers. "You're nothing to me." She moves again, making preparations for something else. Whatever it is, it is a few minutes before it is all ready. I feel her some close and something she pushes my cock down so it is pointing straight forwards and guides it into some sort of tube. The tube appears to be fixed in place somehow, and inside it is very soft and comfortable, almost as if it were lined with silk or something of the kind. Then she removes my blindfold suddenly. After blinking for a few seconds, my eyes having adjusted to the lack of light, I see that she has balanced a mirror on a table against the wall directly in front of me. Not only can I see myself and her standing, implacable as ever, behind me, but I can see the tube I have been inserted into - it is fixed on the end of a pole that is in turn fixed to the ground in front of me. She smiles a little, and I notice that she is holding a new larger, thicker and particularly vicious-looking leather whip. "That is so that you can see that it is a woman doing this to you," she explains to me quietly pointing at the mirror. "So you know how utterly pathetic you really are, hardly a real man at all. I mean look at you - do you really think a real man would be in this position? Would a real man allow a mere woman to have done all of this to him? Of course not. But look at you…" She reaches a hand around and lightly strokes trhe very tip of my cock, poking as it does out of the end of the strange tube. "Look how hard you are, how much you enjoy it. I bet even now you're thinking how you'd love to hold me down, take me… Do you think a man like you could ever satisfy me? You're so pathetic it's amusing." Then, she removes the gag. "I am going to whip you, hard, painfully, twenty times," she explains calmly. "You are going to count out the number after each stroke. If you make any other sound, or is you lose count, we will start again at the beginning. Do you understand?" I nod. She whips me. "I said do you understand, bitch?" "Yes Mistress," I reply, hurriedly. "Good. When we have finished the twenty strokes - and only when we have finished - you will be allowed to cum. If you cum before the twenty strokes are done, then I will whip you fifty times and no amount of crying or shouting will stop me. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. We will begin." Crack. I gasp. "Idiot," she says simply. Crack. "Two," I manage to shout. "No you stupid cunt, we begin again when you make a mistake. Now, try and get it right this time!" Crack. "One." Crack. "Two." I managed, I don't know how I managed but I did it, to carry on from there without making any extra noise and counting out the correct number of strokes. It was agony, I had to bite my tongue, my cheeks, do anything to try and avoid having to start again at the beginning, especially when we were near the end. That was not the worst part, however. By the third of fourth stroke, I realised why I had been encased in the soft tube, and why she had told me I was not allowed to cum until the end. Each time she whipped me my body jerked forwards, there was nothing I could do to stop that. Once it had jerked forward it would slide back until I was whipped again, it was a matter of physical instinct. Each time I moved inside the tube, the sensation of the soft, padded interior, silky smooth in its fixed caress, against the sensitive skin of my hard, straining cock would drive me insane. By five or six strokes I was trying desperately hard to avoid it, but to no avail. By halfway through the constant back and forth motion against the material had driven me almost insane with pleasure even as the skin of my back was being wracked with pain, and I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer. Crack "Eighteen!" My voice was high in desperation, the pain no longer mattered, the counting I could do, it was taking every ounce of my willpower not to cum now I had been taken to the edge again. Crack "Nineteen!" I wailed. I couldn't do it. I could feel a stirring in my balls as I prepared to explode. Desperately I held on… Crack "Twenty!" With that, not even waiting for an instruction I let myself go and the feeling exploded inside of me, the sudden moment of perfect ecstasy as despite the searing pain I felt I was able to let myself go and was released, cum shooting from the end of my cock as I relaxed joyfully in my bonds. The joy only ever lasts for a few moments though. After the moment of pleasure, a few seconds later horrid realisation always sets in. I felt the physical pain all the more keenly, but more than that, as always at the moment after the greatest moment I felt the greatest guilt. I felt dirty, horrible, as if I had sullied myself and left a black stain on my character. I felt utterly miserable, only a few moments after having felt so utterly free and perfect. She Makes Me Cum Disclaimer: This is going to sound funny to some, maybe erotic to others. Either way, this was my wife's idea, I merely went along with it, being your typical red-blooded, horny, all-American male. My wife discovered my penchant for writing erotic literature, so she came up with this brilliant idea…She wanted me to lie on my side, while she would reach around me and play with my cock, and in the meantime I would try to write what I'm feeling. So being how I'm game for anything sexual here goes… We're laying on our king sized bed, naked. My netbook sits in front of me, my head propped up with one arm, while my other types. Thank goodness I'm basically a one-handed typist to begin with, I never had typing in school, that was a 'girl' thing. My wife scoots in behind me, she presses her 38c breasts against my back. Her nipples poke into my back. The warmth of her body immediately begins to warm me up. My cock begins to twitch and I almost wish we weren't doing this. I would much rather be fooling around together, but according to the ground rules we laid out in the beginning, I'm not allowed to touch her. She peers over my shoulder and giggles as I type. I just shake my head and smile. It's all a game. Finally, she reaches around me and begins by tweaking, rubbing and squeezing my nipples. I feel her pubic hair tickle the back of my thigh. I'm beginning to think that this isn't going to work, because my mind is more concerned with typing than sex (trust me, I'd much rather have the sex). She trails her fingers down and interweaves them in my pubic hair. My cock begins to stir, and it takes but a whole fifteen seconds to achieve its full six inches of hardness. As I sigh, she giggles again. She wraps her tiny hand around my cock and begins a slow up and down stoke. And no, I'm not huge; it's just that she does have tiny hands (she laughs at this sentence). Yes, it does feel good but personally I wish she would go a bit faster. With her free hand she probes and prods my balls from behind. I open my legs to give her easier access to then, where she proceeds to gently squeeze them. Meanwhile her hand that is working firmly on my cock, has picked up the pace a little bit (smile). She nuzzles my neck and her tongue begins a light touching sensation, her breath feels hot. I tell her how good it feels and all she does is squeeze my cock as a response. My cock is so hard in her hand; she grips it a little tighter and begins her steady stroking motion again. Some more pre-cum oozes out and dribbles on to the bed. It's hard to type when you have all these sensations going on around you. She stops momentarily to tickle the insides of my thighs with her fingernails. My cock bobs in the cool morning air. Begging for attention, it bounces up and down. It doesn't take long for her to get back to the task at hand. She grips me again and starts with that steady pumping motion. She still does it somewhat slower than I would do myself, but still very, VERY pleasurable. I just want to turn around and fuck her, but that's not part of this (sorry). God, this is so bizarre. It's strange not having control, yet very arousing at the same time. She makes me want to cum. But not being in command of the situation, I feel helpless, yet very vulnerable. Oh my god, she's massaging my balls again and tickling that area between my balls and my asshole. Her hand moves faster up and down my shaft. At this pace, I know I won't last long. I'm sure she can sense that, just as my balls pull closer to my body. I try to ignore the feelings and concentrate on typing. Well, that doesn't work. She finally takes her hand from my balls, which leaves me only one sensation to deal with. My god, I am getting closer. Her hand pumps faster. I don't know what it is, I guess females have a sixth sense about those kinds of things. She giggles some more. I tell her how good it feels, and plead with her not to stop. Just then she reaches her free hand up to my nose, index finger pointing out. I pick up the distinct aroma of her cunt and come to the realization that she stuck her finger up her pussy. She lowers it to my mouth and lets me lick and suck it off. She tells me to listen to how wet she is, as I hear that distinguished squishy-squashy sound her pussy makes when it's wet. She does that for a few seconds before giving me a second taste of her juices. Fuck, yeah I want that too. Her right hand pumps my cock harder and faster; the pre-cum oozes from my cock head. I'm not going to hold out much longer, and I make her aware of that. She giggles then stops abruptly. I feel her shifting on the bed. She tells me she'll be right back. And here she is, true to her word. She reaches over me as she takes a pair of her panties and lays them out before me, placing them neatly underneath my cock. She takes the head of my cock and runs it across the crotch of the panties, leaving behind a trail of pre-cum. A long, thread-like strand completes the path. Once again she starts pumping my cock. Her now firm grip and the steady pumping motion have us picking right up where we left off. She whispers in my ear "Are you going to cum for me? Do you want me to keep jerking you off, so you can shoot your hot, gooey cumin to my panties? Huh? Would you like that?" All I can do is grunt a breathy "Uh-huh" as I am now trying to hold back for as long as I possibly can. Shit. I am so close, soon the inevitable. She reaches between my legs again from behind and I open them for her. She begins gently squeezing my cum laden balls. Oh my god, I'm almost there. One, two, three more and "Ohhhhhh God" I yell out, as a torrent of cum shoots from my twitching cock. I watch through squinted eyes as she direct each spurt towards her panties. Oh god it feels so good. She continues milking my cock. Trying to be the expert markswoman. I noticed the first glob kind of overshot its mark by a little bit, but with each subsequent spurt on its mark. I am winded, breathing heavy. All I can do is smile. Yes, this was a worthwhile adventure. When she finally released my now wilting hard on, she takes my hand and puts it on her pussy. I don't even have to insert a finger; her pubic hair itself is soaked. I finally catch my breath and ask her if she enjoyed her little show. "Stupid question" she responded. Yeah, I suppose it was. Hmmmm…now my little wheels are spinning, how do I repay the favor? I'll think of something, that's for sure. She Makes Me Pay It was about a week ago, I was relaxing in my favorite chair watching the college football. My wife was a little more smitten than she is normally. She was also dressed a little bit sexier than normal. Nothing fancy but tight jeans, make up, hair and nails fixed up. She looked real good, but I hadn't gotten to really watch a game most of the season so I was looking forward to just relaxing in front of the TV. As the second half started my wife sauntered over to my chair, popped open a cold Bud and handed it to me. When I raised it to take drink she fell to her knees and unzipped my pants and started pulling my dick out. By the time she had my dick out of my pants it was already hard and quickly in her mouth. I was I enjoying this; she hadn't acted like this since we were dating. Watching football, enjoying a beer and getting a blowjob at the same time, it doesn't get better than this. I was sitting back like king of the world. She was sucking me so good; as I got closer and closer to cumming she started jacking me off at the same time. I took one last swig of beer and then I started filling her mouth with a load of hot cum. When the last spasm of my orgasm had ended, she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock one last time. I had collapsed back into the chair. She started moving up to give me a kiss. I tried casually to turn my head away; I hated kissing her after I had cum in her mouth. She detected this and became very mad. "You can fill my mouth with your cum but you cant kiss me afterwards is that it"! Well that was it but what could I say. She walked out of the room in a huff and I figured the best thing to do was to just let it be. Several days went by and nothing more was said about the incident. In fact I had forgotten about it. As I was to soon learn however Karen hadn't. It was a Thursday night and I had played basketball as I usually do so I took a shower before going to bed that night. While I was in the shower the door opened and in walked my naked wife. "Well Well isn't this a nice surprise" I told her. She began to wash my body spending extra time sliding her had up and down my hard cock. Then she pressed her ass against my hardon and I started washing her as she rubbed her slippery ass over my cock. I was becoming more and more excited and ready to move into the bedroom. Karen wasn't quiet ready however; she put her arms around me and began kissing me very passionately. Sucking my lips, my tongue a giving me gentle nibbles. One hand was massaging my dick as we continued kissing as the shower sprayed our bodies. Her hands found my shoulders and she started pushing me down, I knew she wanted me on my knees and I gladly pressed my face into her pussy. Our shower also has a bench in it so she sat on the edge of the bench and spread her legs nice and wide while I sucked and licked on her delicious pussy. When I could tell she was close to cumming I took her rock hard clit between my lips and as I sucked it with my lips I began flicking my tongue all around her love button. I did this for 2 or 3 minutes and then she tightened her thighs around my head and shuddered as she came. After she had calmed down a little bit she told me she wanted to wash her hair to wait for me to wait for her to join me in bed. In a couple of minutes she climbed naked under the covers with me. "Now lets see, where were we?" Karen asked as she urged my head back down between her legs. She was still soaking wet and my face was drenched with her juices. I could tell she was getting close to another orgasm so I sucked her clit between my lips and began rolling it with my tongue. She grabbed my head and started rocking it into her pussy as she enjoyed her second orgasm in just a very short time. My face was covered in her pussy juices and I and her scent was all over my face. After we had both caught our breath a little bit I decided it was time to give my throbbing dick some relief. I climbed up beside her and told her to get on her hands and knees. She got into her favorite position and started wiggling her ass to tease me, I moved behind her ready to slide my hard dick into her but she reached back and covered her pussy with her hand. "Kiss it," she told me. What? "Kiss my bottom all over" Some times it is a curse being so excited, you want the pussy so bad and the things you will do to get it. I wasn't about to protest at this point though so I started kissing her ass, she really does have a nice ass. As I was kissing it she kept her hand over her pussy and I could see her finger pleasuring her self, but I just kept kissing her sexy bottom. I could hear how wet she was as her finger played with what I wanted so bad, then she stuck out her finger and I instinctively knew that she wanted me to suck her juices off. I started sucking her fingers and she would continue to put them inside her wet pussy so she could continue to feed me her juices. Her fingers would come out of that pussy so wet and slippery it was a pleasure to clean her juices off. As this went on she would rub all of her fingers in her pussy and put some in my mouth to suck clean and with the others she would rub her juices over my face. After a few minutes of this with her still on her hands and knees she moved her hands away and told me to eat her again but this time from behind. The other 2 times I had brought her off I had concentrated on her clit, but this time she made it known she wanted my tongue inside her pussy. She kept on fingering herself and I kept on tonguing her. I was thinking how unusual this night was. Normally her orgasms are so intense she will need a lot more time in between and usually 1 or 2 will have her worn out. Having not even had one yet I was wired up and ready to go. And here she was looking for number 3. Now here I was with my tongue up her pussy watching as she played with her clit, what an erotic site it was. In my mind I could picture how it must look, her on her hands and knees, me in the same position eating her from behind. Just the thought it made my cock twitch. I could sense now that it was only going to be a second till Karen had number 3. I eased back a little bit to make it last longer but when I did she pushed her pussy in my face harder and told me to suck her cunt. So I picked up my pace and so did her finger. When the first wave of her orgasm hit she collapsed down to the bed lying on her stomach. Now I knew Karen, and I could tell she was done for the night, but obviously I wasn't. I climbed on top oh her ready to easily slide into her wet pussy put she wouldn't spread her legs for me. I tried to push them apart but she wouldn't budge. "Hey Babe" what about me? And then she rolled over and smiled. Go get us a drink, then I will tell you the rules. I am thinking to myself "Rules" but still I knew if I did plan to get off Id better go get something for us to drink. I came back to the bedroom with a drink and watched her take her first sip. "This is the deal," she said. "You don't get to cum until you fulfill certain obligations" "Obligations? I just got you off 3 times come on what do you want?" "That was just to get you as horny as you can possibly imagine" she told me. Now here is what you will have to do if you expect to cum. "First you are to set the alarm on your watch to wake yourself up at 7 am, don't set the alarm clock because I don't want you to disturb me. You are to shower, shave, brush your teeth and then return to bed where you will climb down between my legs and gently wake me by bringing me to orgasm with your mouth. Secondly you are not going to get you off again until you have begged me and convinced me that you want to cum in my pussy and suck it clean after you have filled me up. If and only if during the day tomorrow you show me lots of affection, attention and convince me that you want to eat you're cum, then I will let it happen. If you don't, you wont cum! Oh and just to let you know, since you don't even want to kiss me after you have cum in my mouth, it is going to take a lot to convince me. In my mind I was kicking myself for not just kissing her last week after she had given me the blowjob, she always has a way and getting the better of me. As we were lying there side-by-side Karen scooted up to me to give me a kiss good night. "One more thing, if you cant convince me tomorrow, you will have to start all over with a night just like this again." As she kissed me she took hold of my dick and squeezed it tight as she rubbed up and down. She took her fingertip and rubbed it on the head of my cock and got some pre cum, actually a lot of pre cum and brought her finger to my mouth. "Just think of how much of this your going to eat tomorrow, after all this teasing and what I am going to put you through your going to cum like you were a teenager, and your going to eat every little drop back up, aren't you? " Yes, I will I told her." I know you will," she said. Goodnight, sweet dreams. As I lay there before I fell asleep I was thinking of someway to get out of this situation, maybe I could wake up and pretend I was sick I thought. But I knew that in reality there was no way out of the situation I was now in. With that in mind I fell asleep. It didn't seem like I had been asleep very long when my watch started beeping, I turned it off after just a couple of beeps and got up to take a shower. As I begin to come alive from the hot shower I started thinking about the day ahead of me. I knew I was really going to have to work to convince Karen that I wanted to cum in her and then eat it out. Especially since really I didn't want to do that. After I had finished showering, shaving and brushing my teeth I went down to the kitchen and started some water to make some tea. I picked some of those herbal teas that Karen likes so much and poured her a cup and put it on a saucer. Then I wrote a little note on it and took it with me to our bedroom. I sat the tea down on her side of the bed and crawled under the covers until my head was at her pussy. Before I started eating her I placed my nose as close as I could to her pussy and inhaled her scent. After a couple of deep breaths of her delicious scent I was getting excited and I moved closer until my mouth found her pussy. I went real slow so that she could wake slowly, so that for the first few minutes she would not know if she was really being eaten, or having a great dream. After a few minutes I could feel her stretching and I knew she was awake. I rose up to look at her and told her I had set some tea beside her. Then I resumed my slow assault on her delicious pussy, as I did she read the note I attached to the cup, "Karen I hope you had a wonderful nights rest, I know we have never done this before but tonight Id really like to cum in your pussy and then enjoy our combined juices" I wasn't sure if it sounded convincing, but I knew the fact that it was attached to the thoughtful act would get me some points. "Just get me off now" was all she said. Now that she was more awake I picked up my pace and had her cumming all over my face in just a few moments. Afterwards she hopped into the shower and I left her alone to get ready for the day. I was downstairs reading the paper; she had been upstairs for a long time. When she came downstairs she was dressed differently than a normal Saturday. She looked great, she was wearing a skirt, a tight sweater, and as I could clearly see she didn't have on a bra. Um she looked great. After she was satisfied that she had gotten the effect she wanted on me she came over to my chair and moved the paper away and sat on my lap. "What would you like to do today" she asked with a sexy little smirk. Well I thought to myself, I guess it is time to be convincing. "Id like to lay you down on this floor right now, fuck you silly and then eat your cum filled pussy" "Oh you are a nasty boy" she told me. Then she went to the refrigerator and looked around for a few seconds, "turn around, no peeking" she told me. She fiddled with something in the kitchen for a little bit and then she said called me over. When I turned around I could see she was lying on our kitchen table, when I got closer I could see her skirt was pulled up and that she didn't have on any panties. Smeared all over her pussy was vanilla pudding, which looked quiet a bit like a load of cum. She was rubbing her hands in her pussy smearing the mess all around. "Now tell me what you want to do," She said. I want to eat every bit of that cum off your pussy I told her. Then get to it you cum eater she told me. "Lap it up cum eater, do you like it?" Yes I told her. Now stick your tongue in there real deep and get a big mouthful. That's right, eat my pussy baby, eat your cum" I was so turned on, the pudding tasted great and just imagining it was really my cum excited me. And it was a turn on hearing her talk to me the way she was. I also got a thrill out of eating her on our kitchen table. It must have been pretty exciting for her too because she came very quickly. After she came she used her hands to pull apart her pussy and spread it wide, now make sure you got all that cum she told me. And after a few more licks she got up off the table, put her skirt down and smoothed it out, "Anyone can eat pudding, I don't think you really want to eat your own cum though" she said as she left the room. I could tell she was really going to make me work at this. Such a naughty bitch sometimes, but my dick was rock hard, and my underwear was wet from my pre cum too. The day continued with her me telling her in various ways that I wanted to eat my cum. I was begging her to please let me eat my cum out of her. I must have told her this in various ways during the day over 20 times. Late that afternoon she was on the phone talking to one of her friends. While she was talking I pulled down my pants and strated stroking for her. I was so horny it only took few strokes till my cock was dripping pre cum. I took my fingers and rubbed it in my pre cum and started sucking it off. With the other hand I continued to stroke and make more which I would rub on my other hand and clean off as well. I moved over beside her, she was still wearing her skirt without any panties. Then I pulled her dress up and rubbed the head of my dick over her clit. Coating it with more pre cum, which I then licked up. I continued to do this while she talked on the phone to her friend. I had been doing this for at least 10 minutes, alternating between rubbing my dick on her clit and licking the pre cum up Karen was very turned on. I was sucking her clit like she sucked my dick making sure I had not left any pre cum. I was pulling back to add some more but she held my head in place wanting me to finish her off with my mouth. She was close to cumming, luckily for her she was doing more listening then she was talking on the phone. Luckily for me I can hold my breath a long time, because her legs had tightened around my head and she was pressing her pussy into my face as she had a silent orgasm. After she came I got up to let her finish her conversation, but not before I feverishly pumped my dick and covered my hand in pre cum and licked it all off as she watched, not having a clue of what the person on the phone had just said. I was watching TV when she came down and sat beside me. "Can you just imagine how much you're going to cum? You have been hard almost the entire day. And every time I tease you those balls get a little tighter. Just think of that HUGE load that is going to be waiting for you. I mean there is going to be so much of your hot juicy cum in my pussy that there wont even be enough room in my cunt for all that cum and your big fat dick. Your cum is going to be leaking all over me before you have even finished your last shot deep inside." "Is that what you want, do you want to bury your face in my cum filled pussy?" "Yes baby, I want to eat it all, I want to eat my cum, feel how hard my dick is, I am going to cum like never before you have made me so horny. Come on lets do it now" I told her. "I don't think you really want to do that," she said. If you did you would have offered to take me to dinner and dancing first. "I was just about to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight" I told her. Karen started getting ready first; I brought her a glass of wine to enjoy as she sat in the bathtub. "Do it for me again, what you did when I was on the phone, play with your dick!" I took of my pants and started jacking off as she lounged in the tub. The pre cum came quickly and I started licking it off as I had earlier. "Come Closer" she told me. When I was beside her she took the wine glass and rubbed the rim of it all around the head of my dick, covering it with my pre cum. Then she handed me the glass and I ran my tongue around the rim before I took a drink. I gave her back the glass and she finished off the contents. "You know maybe I could just have you jack off into this glass and then watch you drink it all down, what do you think about that idea"? "I would much rather suck it out of you babe I told her, I am sure it would taste even better combined with your juices" I said. Will see she said. She was about to get out of the bath when she asked me to hand her the razor and the shaving cream. I was expecting to see her shave her legs, but instead she applied the shaving cream to her pussy. She started shaving her self right there in front of me. " I figure if I can get this hair out of the way it will make it easier and sloppier for you to eat up". What a site this was, watching her shave herself. I was beginning to be concerned that I would cum just from watching her. "There, all done" she said. " Why don't you see if you can detect any stubble?" she said as she spread her legs apart for me to check. Oh wow her bald pussy was so beautiful. "Go ahead give it a kiss" she told me. "We both know how bad you want it. But just a quick kiss, later maybe not only will you get to enjoy a bald pussy, but also a full pussy". "Now go get ready" she told me as she stood up leaving me there on my knees with a dick that could crush diamonds. Of course I was ready long before she was, but when she came downstairs she was dressed to kill. The hair, the jewelry, the perfume and the sexy dress she wore were all killer. As I drove to the restaurant in my mind I kept wondering what she had on under the dress. I was hoping it was the black lace garter belt and matching panties I had given her for her birthday a couple of months ago. Dinner was wonderful and sex was in the air. I don't know if it was because she acted different, or if it was just because she had teased me for so long but it seemed like everything she did was sexual. The way she ate, smiled. My dick didn't get soft the entire time we were in the restaurant. The waitress came by to ask us if we would like anything else, or possibly some desert. "I don't eat desert, and my husband will be having cream pie when we get home tonight" She told the waitress. Oh my gosh I thought to myself. The waitress smiled and told us she would bring the check. "And guess what dear, it comes with extra cream too" she told me. I paid the bill and as we left the waitress winked at us and told me to enjoy the pie. "He will, or it will be the last piece he gets in a long time" My wife replied. Karen had enjoyed a couple of drinks and now she was becoming a little more daring in her behavior. I was driving to a club where we could go dancing. I was hoping we wouldn't stay too long. I was so horny I needed to cum and I didn't care if I did have to eat it. I just wanted to get off. But I knew it had to be her way. We got to the club and it wasn't very crowded. It was still early for the clubbing crowd so we found an intimate table near the back. She Makes Me Pay I leaned over to Karen and asked her to dance. "Is that what your really want to do? "Well actually what I would like to do is take you home and give you about 3 good strokes cause I am so horny I wont be able to last anymore than that, and then I want to eat your sloppy cum filled bald pussy till I have cleaned every drop out and until you have cum all over my face". "Lets dance" she said and off to the dance floor we went. We danced for a long time without sitting down. During that time there were a couple of slow ones and Karen made an extra effort to press against my hard cock as we danced. When the songs were fast, she danced so sensual it was more like foreplay than dancing. After a while she took my hand a led me off the dance floor and back to our table. "Ill be right back," she told me as she went off to the ladies room. It was almost uncomfortable to sit down, my dick was so hard. She returned and sat down beside me and we kissed. As we kissed she opened my hand and gave me her panties. "Smell how hot and wet I am" I took her panties discretely to my face. They were soaked. "Just imagining you lying on your back as the cum drips on to your face from my pussy made my panties so wet that I decided just to take them off." "Now, you have 2 choices, one we can stay here and dance till the sun comes up, then have breakfast, or you can take the panties into the men's room and put them on and beg me to take you home and feed you a pussy full of cum. Immediately I got up went to the men's room and put on her panties. I felt pretty silly. But I would have worn them out of there without any pants on if it meant relief for me. I came back to the table and begged her to let me clean a load of cum out of her pussy. "I thought you would never ask" and off we were. When we got home she told me to model the panties for her. I had all my clothes off except the panties in just a matter of seconds. As I turned around for her viewing, she was undressing as well. "Come here now, and lay on your back" she told me. When I did she pulled the panties off me and played with my dick for a second. Then she sat on top of me and easily slid my hard cock inside her pussy. She was so hot and wet, I was so horny. She just sat there not moving knowing it would not take much to have me erupt. "Now, each time I slide up on your dick I am going to pause with just the head of your dick barely inside. When I get to the top you say Karen please feed me my cum, then I will slide back down." This made it very slow, but she knew if she went quickly I would blow in a second. Sometimes after she had slid all the way down she would just stay there, not moving. "Just think how much you are going to shoot in my tight little pussy" she would tease me before rising back up, waiting till I would repeat, Karen please feed me my cum, before she would slide back down. This went on for several minutes until she started going faster and faster. I was just a stroke or 2 away from cumming when she rose up off of me and grabbed the base of my dick to hold back my orgasm. "Please babe let me cum, I want to cum and eat it all up," I told her. I wasn't sure what she was doing but I was just about desperate. I was so close to finally cumming. Then she grabbed my hands and took a set of handcuffs and secured my hands. "I don't think you really want to eat your cum, but you know what? It won't matter now will it? With that she sat back down on my dick and was fucking me silly. "Come on fill it up big boy, then you are going to eat it all up." Finally after what seemed like forever I started cumming. "Oh yes, just keep on cumming in me baby" It seemed that my orgasm wouldn't quit. Spurt after spurt was coming out and at the same time Karen was rubbing my balls to make sure she got it all. My orgasm lasted longer than any I could ever remember. When the last spurt shot inside her I began to dread the inevitable. She knew me well; it was a good thing she cuffed me because I really didn't want to eat her now. Especially after I had deposited the load of a lifetime in her. She raised her self up off my dick and quickly covered her pussy with her hand. "Wow, you wont believe how much cum there is in me," she told me. She stood up on our bed with a foot on each side of my head, her hand still holding my cum in place. As I looked up at her she smiled down at me, and removed her hand from her pussy. It was covered with cum, and that was just the outside. Slowly she started lowering herself so that her pussy stayed directly over my face. Suddenly a few drops fell onto to my lips. "Lick it up" she told me. And I did. As she got within just a few inches of my face I could see how full she was. I was glad she had cuffed me. Really I wanted to do this to her, but it was easier now not having a choice. The next thing I knew her pussy was on my face and my tongue went to work. I had to swallow several times before I could really seek out her clit or I was going to drown in the cum. The smell was so strong, and with her pussy being bald the juices of our cum covered me. "Eat it all up baby, suck out your cum" over and over again she teased me an encouraged me to as she put it "be a good little cum licker" It was turning me on, hearing her talk like that, knowing she was enjoying feeding me my cum. She reached back and found my dick that had never gotten soft. She rubbed my dick as I continued to clean her pussy. Then she started spinning herself around so we were in a 69. From this new position my tongue found some more cum deep inside her pussy. With the added sensation of her mouth on my dick I picked up my pace as I ate her sloppy pussy. I could tell she was close to cumming from the attention of my mouth and I was pretty close to returning the favor. It became a race to see who could make the other cum first as she sensed I was near also. As we both came down the stretch I was able to bring her off first. Having had just come a few minutes earlier I had an advantage. But before I she had finished the last wave or her orgasm I started filling her mouth with whatever cum I hadn't deposited in her pussy already. When she took the last shot from my dick I laid back exhausted. Karen turned around to lie beside me. I could tell she was about to kiss me and it made me think about that day a week or so ago when she had gone down on me while I watched the game and avoided kissing her. It seemed kind of silly now, considering I had just ate the largest single load of cum to ever come out of my body. My hands were still cuffed but I moved around ready to give her a nice kiss, when our lips met my tongue entered her mouth to find that she had not swallowed the cum I had just shot there, instead she forced it all into my mouth. After I had taken my second load of my own cum from her body she broke the kiss and said, "tonight you eat all the cum" Epilogue It was about 3 weeks later that I was watching a hockey game on TV. My wife was a little more smitten than she is normally. She was also dressed a little bit sexier than normal. Nothing fancy but tight jeans, make up, hair done and nails. Just as the 3rd period started my wife sauntered over to my chair, popped open a cold Bud and handed it to me. When I raised it to take drink she fell to her knees and unzipped my pants and started pulling my dick out. By the time she had my dick free from its confines it was already hard and quickly in her mouth. Man was I enjoying this, watching hockey, enjoying a beer and getting a blowjob at the same time. I was thinking to myself it cant get much better than this. She was sucking me so good; as I got closer and closer to cumming she started jacking me off at the same time. I took one last swig of beer and then I started filling her mouth with a load of hot cum. When the last spasm of my orgasm had quit, she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock one last time. I had collapsed back into the chair. She started moving up to give me a kiss. I tried casually to turn my head away; I hated kissing her after I had cum in her mouth... She Makes Me I slumped forward, saying nothing. She said nothing either, merely releasing me from my bonds, allowing me to collapse to the floor. She looked at me again, differently this time, perhaps sympathy or sadness or understanding , or maybe it was just boredom I saw in her eyes. Whatever it was, I did not have time to look closely as after a few moments she left. Half an hour later I was back on the street. I was again a respectable businessman, dressed in a nice suit with shiny black shoes. Nobody would ever have suspected what I had just been put through… What I had allowed myself to be put through. The only outward sign was the slightly gingerness with which I walked, still suffering from the fresh wounds. But it was the mental wounds that affected me the deepest. The feelings of guilt and horror at what I had done to myself always remained for a while afterwards. I would feel wretched, as if nobody would ever look at me the same away again, how could I go on pretending to be the same person after that? However much I tried to reassure myself that I was just obeying the natural human instincts I had within me, it never did any good. I was dirty, ruined, spoiled. How could I claim to feel the way I did about other things now that I had done this? This was the way I always felt, but it always passed of course. I knew as I walked onto the tube train for the journey home, I knew just as assuredly as I knew that the sun would rise tomorrow morning, that I would go back again. I did not know when, it could be days or weeks or even months, but sometime, when the urge again became too strong to contain, I would go back.