0 comments/ 7150 views/ 3 favorites Should By: Enygma55 Sara walked into house. She walked in with some hesitancy because of all the trouble she had been getting into recently. Her master had told her that she was expected to come home and find her collar. He ordered her to put it on, find him, and kneel before him and beg for his forgiveness. Ok, maybe she had been a little bratty and stubborn about certain things but to kneel and beg for forgiveness. Part of her wanted to refuse and tell him to piss off but another part wanted to rush home and put the collar on and kneel before him. Like on many things, she debated and warred internally before making a decision but it meant she was late and she knew that would get her into even more trouble. Looking at the kitchen table, she saw her naughty collar sitting there on the table. It was red leather with black studs, he picked it because he liked the colors and she didn't. The leash was already attached to the black ring on the front of the color, hesitantly, she picked up both and held them in her hands. Shyly, she looked around but she didn't see her master; she went back to staring at the collar in her hands. This little voice inside was telling her to put down and walk away, her little fearful voice of committing completely to her master but still her urge to submit was clamoring for her attention. Sara stroked the leather of the collar, enjoying the feeling of the leather on her skin, thinking about how good it would feel around her neck. Minutes pass as she stood there, trying to silence one or other voice and make a decision: to stay or go. "Maybe just try it on and see how it feels," she whispers under her breath. Taking a deep breath she puts the collar around her neck and she feels her pussy get wet as she does. It is a little tight around her neck, that bastard, her master knows how much choking turns her on and he bought this collar with that in mind. As she puts finishes tightening the collar around her neck, she lets out the breath she has been holding. Now that its on, it feels so right; it feels like she always wanted it to feel. Taking the leash in her hand, she slowly walks deeper into the house, searching for her master. It took no time to locate him. Sara found him sitting in his favorite blue, wing backed chair and reading a book. He glanced over the edge of the book at her as she came into the room and with a slight gesture with his free hand. He gestures to the side of the chair and his eyes go back to his book. Standing there with the leash in her hand, she hesitates and stares at him. She takes a small step towards the spot then stops and stares at him. Regretting the choice of putting the collar on, she turns and begins to head back the way she came. "Wrong way, darling," He says to her in that patient and infuriating tone. Stopping when she hears his voice and inhales deeply. "But...," she starts and trails off as she turns around and meets his gaze. The look in his eyes cause her to trail off . Her master's eyes have always been expressive and today of all days she is able to read him better than before. He is staring at her with this unyielding love in his eyes. He wasn't going to budge on her punishment of kneeling in front of him and begging forgiveness but he still loved her with all his heart. Staring at her for what seems like minutes but her heart beats tell her otherwise before he looks back down and continues to read his book. Why does he have this power over me? Why does he love me so much that he is willing to sit there? He makes me so mad, she asks herself, silently. Sara take a step towards him, then another, then another and a few more until she is at the spot he gestured to, just at the side of his chair. She kneels down and rests the end of the leash on the chair. "Sir, I...," she starts but before she can finish his hand covers mouth. He glances towards her but says nothing and continues to read his book Her master removes his hand with another admonishing glance but says and does nothing else. Sara stares at him as she waits and waits but as the minutes roll by but still he doesn't pick up the leash or do anything but read. She opens her mouth to speak but he looks at her and she closes her mouth. As time continues to pass the young woman puts her head on the arm of the chair and begins to wait patiently as he reads. A few moments later, his hand starts to stroke her dark hair and she sighs contentedly. She still wants to fight, argue and walk out but it seems so pointless when she knows how much he loves her and wants to help her. Even now, she can feel the love he as for her in his finger tips as he plays with her hair. After a little while his fingers trace down around her cheek, brushing her neck as she continues to wait with traces of impatience for him to do more to her or even just talk to her but she manages to control herself. Finally, he puts the book down and looks at her, his face is still stern. "I know you wanted to rebel against this my love and I'm sure you had some choice things to say about me when you had time to think about my order but you need to learn that we are both in this relationship," He says to her as his fingers brush her cheek. Under his gaze, she mutely nods not trusting herself to speak. "You have been making too many decisions and ignoring my wishes, so I knew it was time to remind you who is your master and who is the sub. I know you have had other partners in your life that allowed you to make every choice and make every decision but that is not who I am," He tells her taking her hair into his hand. She knows what is coming and braces herself for it. "I'm not one of those guys, I am not interested in making every decision nor should I, the master is here to show and guide and punish not be caught in every little detail but you have far exceeded your place by the choices you have made recently and I will not tolerate it." He pulls hard on her hair, causing her to gasp and look up at him. It turns her on, more than a little and gives her a little bit of shame that it does. "Do you understand me?" He asks her. "Yes sir," she whispers. "I didn't hear that, darling." "Yes sir," she says a little louder. "Baby doll, if you can't speak louder I will just have to give you a reason to use that voice for something else." "Yes sir!" she exclaims. "That is much better." He lets go of her hair and stands up, quickly taking a step away. He looks at her expectantly. The brat or fiery part in her rebels for a moment and she looks up at him in total defiance, her eyes flashing with anger. He is standing there so stern and smug but she knows she has been wrong to make all of these choices without even asking him what he thought so she throttles it down and slowly, crawls over to his feet. Sara takes up the leash and holds it up to him. "Master, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to forget you or my place. Please master will you forgive me? I love you and I've missed you so much I thought by making the choosing all of this I would be happy. But I know better, I miss you and I love please sir forgive me. I was wrong," She says and there are tears in her voice at the end. "Of course darling I will forgive you but you still need your punishment before the slate is wiped clean," He tells her as takes her leash into his hand, " Follow me, darling" She starts to get to her feet but he looks down at her and she sinks back to her knees. He leads her as she crawls behind him into the bedroom. It doesn't take long till she is in front of the bed and he leads her up onto it. As she crawls up on it, she sees the straps ready to receive her wrists and ankles. She lays down on the bed and stares up at him. Her master pulls off all of her clothes, slowly and deliberately brushing her skin, with his fingers and palms. She shivers as pinches her nipple lightly and it makes her a little wet as he teases her. He leans down and kisses her softly on the lips before he grabs one arm and pulls her over onto her stomach. Sara feels her master climb onto the bed and straddle her as holds her wrist tightly. Grabbing the strap, he wraps it around her wrist and pulls it tight against her skin. These aren't the usual straps, they are red ropes and feel rougher on her skin. Even as these thoughts pass through her head, her other wrist is trapped then one ankle and then the other. He pulls on them tight and she slides across the bed tell she is spread eagle in the middle of it. Grabbing the leash in his hand he pulls back on it, choking her lightly as his other hand smacks into her ass. She knows the drill. "One," Sara says quietly. He pulls off his belt from around his waist and folds it in half. She feels the leather impact against her ass hard as he swings it down. She lets out a yelp. "Two." The belt comes down again with a crack. "Three." It comes down softly against her ass. "Four," she says, letting a breath out. The belt rubs across her skin gently as takes a few deep breaths. His belt slams against her ass hard and she feels it through her body. "Five." Her pussy drips as the belt slaps against her skin again. "Six." Crack. "Seven." It comes down with a gentle tap. "Eight," she moans out. Slap. "Nine." The belt slams down again. "TTTTTEeeeeennn." He bends over and kisses her neck then down her shoulder and then along her spine. His hand rubs lightly on her ass as he continues to kiss and teases her skin but the after a moment his belt on comes down again and again. He continues to spank her ass, rotating the hardness and the force of his blows as she counts out. By twenty she has almost orgasmed from the spanking but she learned a long time ago not to cum until he gives his permission. But the punishment continues as he spanks her ass another ten times before stopping and kissing her neck again softly. "Good girl," He whispers in her ear. She feels the ropes get released as she struggles to keep from crying a little from the pain radiating in her ass. It hurts so good though and she resists the urge to play with her pussy once her hands are freed. He pulls off his clothes once she is completely free of her bindings. He looks down at her and she stares up at him for a moment then he climbs onto the bed. Grabbing her wrists he pins them down to the bed as he kisses her softly then more and more passionately. His teeth scrape her lower lip and she moans as he kisses her. He has always managed to make her melt with his kisses, they have consumed her being and caused butterflies in her stomach since the first time they kissed. Sara longs to wrap her hands around him and pull him closer but he keeps her pinned to the bed. She settles for wrapping her legs around him and slides them against his skin. As the kiss continues, she feels how hard he is against her as his precum drips off of him. She wants him to penetrate her, to take her, to finish making her into his little fuck toy slave but he is restraining himself. She moans in frustration. She hates his self control almost as much as she hates his control over her. She hates it and loves it. He feels so good against her as he breaks the kiss and bites into her neck and kisses his way down her chest to her breasts. He sucks first one and scrapes his teeth against her nipple causing her to squirm. He sucks on it and swirls his tongue around it before letting it go. He mouth moves to the other nipple and he bites lightly on it as she continues to moan and writhe against him. Her pussy is on fire and dripping, ready for him to take her and fuck her but he continues to tease and torment her. She tries to use her legs to push him or pull him inside her pussy. But, as always, he is more than aware of her little tricks. "Please, sir, Please master fuck me," she begs and gasps out as he kisses her nipples some more. He doesn't respond with words as he takes both of her wrists in one hand and grips her hair in the other. Pulling hard on it, he kisses her neck as he slides his hard cock along her pussy. She feels her wetness coat his cock as he teases her with it but he still won't take her. "PLEASE SIR, fuck me, PLease fuck me fuck me," she gasps out as she writhes and moans against. "Who do you belong to?" "You sir." "Who owns you?" "You master, you own me, mind body and soul." "You belong to me, now and always. You are mine and I am yours," He tells her as he drives his cock into her waiting pussy. She almost cums right then but she holds onto herself as he starts to fuck her hard and fast. He pound her pussy as he keeps her wrists pinned. She moans and groans as he fucks her pussy. Her master feels so good inside her pussy and she loves the way he controls her as he fucks her. "Oh, god, sir fuck me, fuck me harder please," she begs as she pushes her body against his. "You are a good little slut, my little slut," He says to in between bites on her neck. As his cock continues to move in and out of her pussy, she manages to kiss him as he fucks her. She loves the way his body and skin feels pressed against her and his excitement is obvious . It is building and building as they continue to enjoy the sensations of their bodies together. "Please sir, may I cum? Please sir?" she begs. He ignores her pleas for the moment as he grinds his cock into her pussy. He kisses her fiercely once last time. "Cum for me, my little slut cum NOW," He orders. She cums hard at his command squirting all over him and herself as she feels him cum deep inside her pussy. It makes her cum even harder as he makes her his, as she feels his cum inside her pussy. "Oh god, I love you sir," She gasps and shudders as she falls limply against the bed. "I love you too darling," He says," I'm glad you decided to behave." "Me too," she says, totally happy for once. Should Fantasy Become Reality? This is one of the first stories I wrote. Readers seemed to like it but said I needed an editor, so I had it edited. Thanks to 'Gypsies' for editing this story for me. This story is about some fantasies we have. I'm Jim and have been married to Melanie for 30+ years. We have three children who have since grown up and now have left the nest and have lives of their own. This story is a little about our love life past and present. To begin with I'll try and give you an idea about our appearances. Mel is a little short gal at about 5' 2", and a little chubby at about 150+ lbs. Not obese by any means but a little overweight. Has shoulder length dark hair. She holds most of her weight in her 40DD boobs. Throughout the years she has gained weight and lost weight but the boobs were always there. She works in a small factory in town and has been there for a number of years. I am around 5' 10" 210+ lbs, overweight also, but don't really care. We are pretty normal, average looking people. Probably like many of your neighbors. I am a supervisor at a major plant in our area. As I said, we live a pretty normal life. When we got married many moons ago, our sex life was like most young people of our time, lots of it but not very knowledgeable. I knew how to put it in, bang like hell and then cum. We didn't do it long but we did due it often. That was of course till the kids starting popping out. That kind of changed our sex lives. We have a good marriage and a good family life. We held and went to lots of parties, family outings etc. We still had time for sex but it was a lot less then when we first started. I believe it is that way with most marriages even though the ones we read about seem to all be sex addicts, with never ending orgasms. Now that all the kids are out of the house I thought about getting back to having sex more often then once a month or less. I thought about introducing sex fantasies into our love making again. I remember back in the beginning that it kind of turned us both on. Now, back to my wife's boobs, regardless of what people say, you don't just touch a woman's boobs and she has instant orgasms. If anything she'll slap you along side your head. My wife really doesn't like them manhandled. She said they are very sensitive. However, if she is in the mood for making love and I very gently start to rub them, she starts to like it. Once she gets to that point they are mine to play with. She then loves having them squeezed, rubbed lightly and sucked. I really get turned on by watching her get turned on. I guess that is the difference between having sex and making love, putting your partner first. The next time we started making love or having sex, (whichever you want to call it) I started spending more time trying to get her turned on. I did the gentle rubbing of the boobs, licked and sucked till she was saying it really felt good. Then when I slid my hand down into her panties she was starting to get moist. I figured this is good, and then I spent more and more time rubbing her tits and her pussy at the same time. She really loved it and so did I. Once I got her panties off I started working on her pussy. We hadn't spent this much time on foreplay in years. A little more info on our sex life, not every woman is dying to suck a cock. There may be a lot of women out there who love it, but my wife and most of the women I've met do not meet that criterion. My wife does not like it. I will admit that she has tried it more then once, but it just doesn't do anything for her. She looked at me and just told me she didn't enjoy it. Sucking on a cock was not something she found enticing or a turn on. So of course in our love life, cock sucking wasn't on the foreplay agenda. Eating pussy on the other hand was different. I enjoyed it but only with my wife. I know it turns her on and that was my goal, so I did it every chance I could. She told me many times not to do it, about it being dirty or that since she didn't like giving me oral sex that I shouldn't give it to her. I didn't find the taste to be that bad, not great, but I could do it. Of course the more she got turned on by licking her, the more I got turned on, it made it a hell of a lot easier to eat her out when she really got into it.. Back to our lovemaking, as I was rubbing her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other the more turned on she became. I left her boobs and got down between her legs and just started kissing her lower belly and moved down to the valley below. She said, Jim don't, I'm not that clean down there. I told her I knew she just got out of the shower and was about as clean as she was going to get. Then, I kept kissing and pushing my lips against her pussy. I started slipping my tongue all around and she became excited. I couldn't do much more this time; my cock was to hard and needed relief. I wanted to cum in her, not on the sheets. I climbed up on her and slipped my cock in. I can't remember when we were so excited. She was totally wet and banging against me as fast as I was banging her. Damn! It felt good. It wasn't but a few minutes later we both had an orgasm. I haven't shot that much cum in a long time. Mel was wet with perspiration. Laying there out of breath, she looked up at me and asked where did that come from? Have you been reading some porn or something? I laughed, told her I just wanted to jazz up our sex life a little bit. She smiled up at me and said that you did, you sure did, I loved it and I love you. Chapter 2 Since I knew she got turned on by our oral foreplay, I tried it again the following week. I did the same thing, the same way, except while I was kissing and tonguing her pussy I reached up and kept playing with her tits. Damn! She was really getting turned on. She even said, "Make love to me Jim." I looked up at her like I didn't totally hear her and said what do you want? She said Jim, "Put it in me please." I smiled and said what? She knew where I was going and finally said, "Fuck me, Jim, right Now!" She didn't have to say it twice as I jumped up and put my cock at the entrance of her pussy and just shoved it in. We both really felt it. I held back long enough for her to cum, and then lifted up her legs and shove my cock in and out till by balls slapped her ass. Damn, that felt good. When we finished she said we have to do this more often and I totally agreed. Then she grabbed the tissues and jammed them between her legs and said I hate this part as she ran to the bathroom. When she came back we actually cuddled and went to sleep. A few days later we were at it again; this was getting to be a lot of fun. This time while I was eating her out and rubbing her tits, I dropped a little fantasy and said damn, I wish I had two more hands so I could do all these things at the same time. I said maybe I ought to get someone to help me out. She said, "What do you mean Jim, while she was breathing hard?" I just said, "Another man could rub and suck these tits for me while I work harder on this pussy." I said, "Would you like that?" She was a little startled and said, "You're all I need Jim". I said, I know that, but just a fantasy wouldn't it be nice to have your pussy eaten and fucked and at the same time have your tits being sucked on? She said, "Of course it would Jim. but I would never do it." I could feel her pussy really get wet and hot after I said these things, that's just something you can't hide. So instead of fucking her I just kept eating and tonguing her till she had an orgasm. I can't tell you the last time I made her cum that way. I did end up sticking my dick in her because I had to cum also. After that every time we made love I would mention the fantasy of the extra guy. Most of the time I had him eating her out while I played with her tits. She actually started to get into the fantasy and told the man (which of course was me) to eat that pussy. She would orgasm most of the time just from the oral sex. I always got my fuck in afterwards and didn't usually have to worry about her having a climax, since she got it while being eaten out. Once in a while she had two, but most of the time just the one. It was time for a little more fantasy. When she was in deep concentration, saying things like, "Eat my pussy, eat my pussy." I would respond by saying, "Who do you want eating your pussy?" She said, "What do you mean Jim?" I said, "The man eating your pussy has to have a name. Who is it? Who's eating that pussy while I'm sucking these tits?" All of a sudden, she just says, "Frank. His name is Frank." I was a little surprised and said, "Tell Frank what you want." She said, "Lick my pussy Frank, and make me cum." The next thing I knew she had the biggest orgasm so far, spewing juices into my face, I loved it. I looked at her and asked her if she wanted me to fuck her? She said, "Fuck me hard baby", and then again, "Fuck me hard." I did just that and she did come again. Chapter 3 A little bit more about our past, as I mentioned neither of us had much sexual experience. I don't know if that is good or bad. I am glad she didn't have much experience but kind of wish I did. Not for any double standards or anything like that. I just wish I knew more. I spent too many years on the "just stick it in and cum routine." I did have a couple of one night stands. No affairs, not even flings. Just every once in a while a stop at a bar, see a woman there, talk to her, fuck her, and go home. I was caught by Mel one time when I came home late. We sat down on the couch and I confessed. I told her that it was just a strange piece of ass, it really meant nothing to me and I wouldn't do it again. Thank God she forgave me, she never trusted me again but she did forgive me. Mel is one hell of a good woman. As for Mel, she told me she was a virgin when we met. Not when we got married though. She got pregnant after about a year of dating. We got married and started a family. No regrets there. I don't know if she has been faithful for all our marriage. I believe she has and I sure hope so. If she hasn't, I don't want to know about it. I know I would forgive her now, because the past is the past and I really love her. I know at parties and dances she probably got felt up, kissed a few people, probably teased and flirted. But, more then likely stopped before going to far, if someone tried to feel her up she wouldn't tell me about it, I know her, she would take care of the problem herself. She was one good woman. The next evening after she mentioned Frank, she said she wanted to talk to me about mentioning his name. I was a little worried till she started explaining. She said that the fantasy idea really got her hot, but, that she would never want to carry the fantasy out to reality. I told her I didn't want to either. I don't want to see her with another man but, in a fantasy it's a little different knowing it is not going to happen. So I asked her why the name Frank? She said she worked with a woman named Mary. They were pretty good friends, and one day recently Mary asked Mel what's going on in her life, that she seemed different. Mary told Mel she really looked and seemed happier and was glowing lately. Mel said she did blush a little, looked at her, and told her our sex life has changed some. Mary asked her, "What was different?" Mel explained how we have a lot of foreplay and how her hubby goes down on her which he really hasn't done in years. Then they had a bunch of girl talk. Mary mentioned that her husband Frank does go down on her pretty regularly and she loved it. She said Frank had a mustache and a goatee. Whenever he ate her pussy the hair from the mustache and goatee rubbed against her pussy and made her orgasm. She really loved it. Then both girls laughed. Mel said, "That is why she mentioned the name Frank." She has never met him but thought about the mustache and goatee when I said to pick a name. After that we had no problem putting Frank into our fantasy. Chapter 4 Mel came home from work one day and asked if I wanted to go to a party? I asked who was having a party and why? Mel said her friend Mary and her husband Frank have a party each summer and they each invite a few of their friends. She said they only lived about a mile from us and all we had to take was a bottle of something to drink. So I agree that we would go partying on that Saturday. The party was starting at 7:00 pm and we are normally on time. My wife starts getting ready around 4:00. I asked her what the hurry was. She said no hurry; it just takes women longer to get ready. I had to laugh; I would do the 3 S's around 6:00 and still be ready before Mel. The 3 S's are shit, shower and shave. Even though we are what I call pretty average looking people, we clean up pretty good. Mel looked terrific. She had on a dressy white blouse that accented her boobs. Of course any clothes would accent those babies. She had on a full black skirt that was a couple of inches above her knees. It was warm out so she shaved her legs so she didn't have to wear panty hose. She did look nice. Of course I put on a pair of dress slacks and a nice pull over shirt. I thought I looked rather handsome myself. We did make a nice looking couple. As we approached the front door we were greeted by a beautiful looking gal about 5'5" maybe 135 lbs. She had on a silky blue dress with large yellow flowers on it. It didn't even go down to mid thigh showing some gorgeous legs, no panty hose for her either. The dress fit her like a glove. She was rather small in the boob department but had a figure to beat hell. She had a very pretty face and short cropped brunette hair. My wife introduced me and said, "Jim this is my friend Mary, Mary, meet my husband Jim." We just starred at each other for a second before saying please to meet you. Then Mary just stared at me some more. Rather strange I thought, like she was trying to see through me, almost hypnotic. Then a fellow showed up with a big silly grin on his face. Looking at the moustache and Goatee I knew it had to be Frank. Mary introduced us and while she was doing the introduction, he for some reason was stroking his goatee and smiled at Mel. Maybe stroking the goatee was just a habit, but I felt it was something more. He just seemed a little arrogant to me and he was a couple of inches taller then me and a few pounds lighter. We went inside and joined the party. Mel knew a number of people from work and introduced them to me. We also met a few associates of Frank's. He was in the insurance business and these were some of his friends. All in all a pretty nice and neighborly group of people, it was just about all couples. We don't drink very often; in fact, Mel doesn't drink very much at all. We did bring two 6 packs of wine coolers and a 12 pack of beer. The house was a really big two story. You could tell it had been recently remodeled, a really nice looking place. Most of the party was taking place in the basement. They had an old fashion Juke Box which had a lot of oldies records in it, also a bar set up in the basement. They had a pool table and even a pin ball machine. Mel and I were having a great time we danced and I was playing a lot of pool. Mel was really putting down the wine coolers. She was dancing a lot with her friends from work and kept getting thirsty. Our old buddy Frank danced with Mel whenever he got a chance. Mary on the other hand was always busy serving; she was a really good hostess. I never did get a chance to dance with her. She did smile at me just about every time she went by, a darn good looking woman. After about her fifth wine cooler Mel said she was feeling a little dizzy. I asked her if she wanted to leave and she said no, maybe she would just rest a bit. Mary overheard us talking and told her she could go lie down upstairs where it would be a lot quieter. I told her that sounded like a pretty good idea and I would come up in a little while to check on her, I went back to my pool game. I was really having fun, haven't played pool for a long time. I was surprised how good I was doing. Me, and a nice guy named Ed, who worked with Frank, were partners. We won most of our games. After about another 45 min, I told Ed that even though we were winning I had to take a break. I needed to take a piss and check on Mel. So Ed's wife took my place. There were about three people waiting to use the restroom so I went upstairs and there were two people waiting to use that one. I saw Mary staring at me from the kitchen, so I asked her if they had any more restrooms. She said there was one off the master bedroom where Mel was resting. I asked Mary if I could use it while I went upstairs to check on Mel. She smiled and said of course. So upstairs I went. Like a dummy I was still carrying my pool stick, what an idiot. I didn't want to go all the way back down to the basement just to drop it off (they had plenty of extras) so I just took it with me to the bathroom. When I got upstairs all the doors were closed except for the bathroom which had the light on in it. I walk in and heard noises. I walked to the other door that adjoined the master bedroom and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Chapter 5 There on the bed was my wife with her blouse all unbuttoned, and her bra pulled up over her tits. Her skirt was bunched up around her belly. Frank stood next to the bed. His pants were down around his knees, and he was stroking his hard cock with one hand and playing with my wife's tits with the other. Then he took his hand off his cock and put it down my wife's panties. He was starting to finger fuck her. Then I heard her say, "Oh Jim, that feels so good". She opened her eyes and said, "My God Frank, what are you doing? Let me up. I thought you were Jim, please let me up, I have to pee." He replied, "No Slut, not till I get what I want." Now, I have to let you know that the total time from seeing my wife and Frank until I reacted was maybe 30 seconds. I didn't stand there for five or ten minutes watching Frank play with my wife. I might have reacted quicker if it wasn't for the shock of what I was seeing. I ran in the room as Frank turn toward me. I took the pool stick and jammed it into his mid section. Then when he bent over from the pain, I hit him across the shoulders with the pool stick. Down he went, I jabbed the pool stick into his mid section a couple of more times. During this time Mel was hysterical, she kept saying Jim, I thought it was you, I thought it was you. She was still crying. I told her to get off the bed and come over here, and to take off her underwear. She looked at me real scared and said but Jim. . . .I looked at her and she did as I asked. I said now straddle his head, one foot on each side. She said, "But Jim," . . . . . I told her to just do it and do it now. You said you had to pee, so pee! She said, Jim. . . I said, "Pee now, damn it. I looked at the scared look on her face then the piss started coming down. I know she was scared shitless, she has never seen me like this. She didn't know it then, but I would never do anything to hurt her. Then she just let her bladder go and pissed like an animal. The water just poured out of her while she was crying. It went straight down and into the face of Frank. He went to cover his face, so I hit him in the mid section with the pool stick again. That's when he grabbed for his stomach and his mouth opened and got a mouth full of hot piss. I just let him choke on it till he swallowed. I looked at Mel and said, "Now drop to you knees and rub that pussy in his face. She looked at me and said, "Please Jim, don't make me do this". I said, "Now Mel". She dropped to her knees on each side of Franks face, her plump hairy pussy was making it hard for him to breath. I said come on 'Mary' rub that pussy in his face, you can do it. Then she started to do as I asked, she was rubbing that pussy all over his face and was going faster and faster, starring at me while she was doing him. Should Fantasy Become Reality? I said, faster babe and she knew I wasn't mad at her and she really let loose. I kept saying rub that pussy on his face over and over again. She was going harder and faster. I could see Frank was having some trouble getting air but didn't care. Mel looked at me and said, "Jim Oh Jim, I'm going to come," and cum she did. I knew the juices just flowed right out of her plump juicy pussy and onto Frank's face. I looked down at Frank's dick and saw he was just beginning to get hard again. He must have realized he was eating my wife's pussy. I didn't want him to get any satisfaction so I stood up took my cock out of my pants and started pissing on his cock and balls. Boy, did he get soft fast. After I relieved my bladder I told Mel to get up and fix herself up. I put my dick back in my pants and looked at the messed up Frank lying on the floor. Mel put her boobs back in her bra and pulled down her skirt that was bunched up around her waist. She reached over and picked up her panties and was going to put them on when I said "NO', just throw them on Frank's face, which she did. I said that's his souvenir to remember us by. I looked at him and said, "You mother fucker, if I ever catch you around my wife again, I'll kill you. Do you understand you piece of shit?" He looked up at us and just nodded. After we looked somewhat presentable, I grabbed the pool stick and Mel and I walked downstairs. When we got to the kitchen there stood Mary. She looked at us and asked if we had seen Frank? I said he is resting in the bedroom upstairs. I handed Mel the pool stick and asked her to take it downstairs and say goodbye to her friends. We'll be leaving when you get back. As Mel left to go downstairs I walked up to Mary who was just staring at me. I put my left hand behind her head and pulled her head to me. Without any resistance we were kissing, I don't French kiss, but we were mashing lips pretty good. Then I reached down with my right hand and just grabbed her pussy outside of her dress. I could just feel the intake of her breath. As we parted lips we just stared at each other, not saying a word. I slowly took my right hand off her pussy and slipped it under her dress. I moved my hand up until I got to the tops of her panties and slipped my hand down to her pussy and started finger fucking her. She just stood there breathing hard but not saying anything. We just stared at each other while I finger fucked her. Boy was she ever getting wet. I could smell the sex coming out of her. Then it happened, she climaxed big time right on my fingers. She was getting weak in the knees and the only thing holding her up was she was leaning against the counter and my fingers deep in her pussy. As she started to regain control I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and wiped the majority of her juices on her underpants. I let her dress fall back into place and took the two fingers that were in her pussy and put them up to her mouth. She opened slightly and sucked the remainder of her juices off my fingers. I turned around and Mel was standing there. I looked at her and said to say goodnight to Mary and left. Mel didn't say goodbye, they just looked at each other and we walked out. When we got to the car Mary said, "Jim we have to talk." I said we will, I promise you, but not in the car, we'll talk as soon as we get home. I'll answer all your questions, I promise, but not till we get to our house. I drove home in silence. Neither of us said anything. When we got into the house, Mel said, "Okay Jim, please we need to talk." I said, lets go up to our bedroom and I will answer all your questions. Chapter 6 We both sat on the bed and Mel spoke first. She said, "Jim I'm sorry, I really am, I thought it was you doing those things to me. I was in kind of a daze not really knowing where I was. He was doing it just like you do it to me, please believe me." I looked at Mel and said, "I know; I heard you call out my name." Mel looked puzzled and said, "You were there? You let it happen?" I said, "No Mel, I got there right when you called out my name. I heard him call you a slut. I wasn't there but a few seconds till I realized what was happening. That's when I ran into the room." "Why did you have me do those things we did Jim?" I don't understand. I replied, "Mel, he was going to use you, make you his slut. By doing that he would also be cuckolding me. We couldn't let him do that to us. That's why I had you piss on him, to degrade him, to make him your slut. . . . It put us in charge and took it away from him. It made him the victim instead of us." My gosh Jim, I never thought of that. Why did you have me remove my pants and sit on his face Jim? Well, Mel, I did it for you. Mel said, for me? That doesn't make any sense. I said, sure it does Mel. We've been using his name, beard and moustache in our fantasy. I know just by being with you during these times that you often wondered what it would be like. Mary unknowingly planted the seed in your mind about the goatee and moustache. You couldn't help thinking about it, it's just part of life but at the same time, I know you would never cheat on me to find out. So, the opportunity was there and I seized it for you. Do I have to grow a beard now? Mel looked at me and said, "Jim all the time I was doing it on his face I was thinking of you. I mean that as a compliment. I want no other man but you, beard or no beard, makes no difference to me, as long as you are the one doing it to me." I looked at her and said damn girl, you always know what to say. She said, "It's because I always say the truth Jim, I would never lie to you." Then, she looked at me and said, "Jim, when I came up from the basement you were fingering Mary. Why Jim? Why would you do that? It had nothing to do with Frank." I said Mel; mainly I did it for revenge. Her husband played with my wife's tits, her husband had his fingers in my wife's pussy, and her husband was going to use my wife. I just took a little revenge and had his wife come while another man fingered her, then having her lick herself off my fingers. (I'm sure glad Mel didn't see me kiss her, I really don't know why I did that.) Are there any other question Mel? No, but it will be interesting to see what Mary has to say Monday. With that we started to undress, I had my pants and shirt off and Mel had her blouse off. When she took off her skirt we both looked and remembered she threw her panties at Frank. There she sat without any panties on and we both just started laughing. As I took off my shorts we noticed I was getting a hard on. Mel looked at me grabbed my cock which she very rarely does and planted a kiss to its head. Not a suck job, not a blowjob, just a very sensual kiss to my cock head. Then she pushed me on my back and climbed on board. She inserted my cock into her pussy and . . . . . . Damn that was good. The next day being Sunday the kids called and said they and there families were all coming over for a BBQ at our house. We laughed and said glad to have you. When they arrived we put on some burgers and hot dogs and had a good old family time. They looked at Mel and said, Mom why are you so happy? We haven't seen you like this for a long time. Mel looked at me and then at the kids and said "Dad and I are having sex a lot more often". The kids said, "Oh Gross mom, kids don't want to hear or picture their parent having sex". We all started laughing and Mel said, "Well you asked" and we continued laughing. Epilog: On Monday I hurried home from work and waited for Mel. She came in, smiled, and said, "How was your day?" I said, "Great Mel, how was yours?" She said, "It was very interesting and enlightening." I said, "Come on Mel, did you talk to Mary?" She said, "Yes I did, and started smiling again." I said, "Mel, come out with it, what was said?" Well first, Mary came up and apologized to me. Then she looked at me and said, "What really happened Mel?" I said, "You tell me what Frank said and I will tell you if it's true or not." Mary said that was fair. She said, "After we left she went up to see Frank and said he was changing his clothes and trying to clean up some water off the floor." She asked him what did he do and this is how he explained it to her. He said he came up to use the bathroom and glanced in the room and saw me sleeping there. He said, he had too much to drink and came over to me to see if I was alright. He said he reached down to just touch my breast when Jim came in and saw what he was doing and hit him with the pool stick a number of times. When she asked him about the urine smell and water on the floor he said, "When you hit him he pissed himself and that is why he was changing his clothes. He apologized to Mary and said he was very sorry, and meant no harm." Did she believe him? She said she didn't but wanted to talk to me before calling him a Liar. I said, "Mary, do you really want to know the truth? It might hurt your relationship with Frank?" She said, "Please tell me the truth Mel, I know I can handle it. Frank's been in trouble before." I proceeded to tell her how he walked in and undid by blouse and pulled up my bra and then started to play with my tits. She asked me why I didn't stop him right then. I told her I was asleep and dazed when he started and the room was somewhat dark, and that I thought it was you because Frank did it the same way you did. Mary said, Oh My God! She said, "It was partly her fault. She said that their love life needed a boost so everyday when I told her all the things we did and the things that turn me on that she told Frank hoping it would spark an interest in their love life." I told her that Frank dropped his pants, but I didn't know it at the time, then put his fingers in my pussy and called me a slut, and said that he was going to use me. That's when I found out that it wasn't Jim. Then you came in and beat Frank with the pool stick, how you had me pee on him and why and then I explained the sitting on his face thing but, she wasn't really happy about that. When I told her he started to get hard while I was doing it, that's when you pissed on his prick. She said, "Boy Jim sure gets his revenge doesn't he. Then, I asked her about what went on between you two and she said that you went over and lifted up her dress and put your fingers into her pussy. I asked her why she let you do it? She looked at me and said, "I'm so sorry Mel. I just got almost hypnotized by Jim, with you telling me all these things he does to you, how you come and all the orgasms you have. I guess I was just dumb struck; I don't know what else to say. I guess I just wanted some of that feeling too. Never in my life have I ever let a man come up to me and just put his hands in my pants. Let alone have an orgasm while he was doing it. Then, I actually licked some of my fluids off his fingers. God! I can't believe I did that, I really can't believe it." You really have one hell of a man there Mel. I said, "I know it Mary and he's all mine, only mine." Mary looked at me and said, "I understand Mel, you are one lucky lady." I said, "Mary, if Frank brags to anyone about what he did to me, Jim will kill him, I know he will." Mary said, "Don't worry, when I talk to him and tell him I know the truth; about him being beat up and pissed on. Then when I tell him that Jim made me come just with his fingers, and made Frank a cuckold, I believe that's a day he will want to forget." Mary did say for a little revenge against Frank that she just might have him eat her out while she sits on his face. She did say that sounded pretty good. Mary asked, "Can we still be friends Mel, just me and you? I really like talking to you a lot." I said, "Sure Mary, we can be friends but don't invite me to any more parties." Then we both laughed. When Mel got done speaking, I looked at her and asked if everything was okay then? She looked at me and said, "Everything is great." I said, "I really love you Mel", and then asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner. * Hope you liked it Comments welcome. DG Hear Should Have Known... Looking back, it was a really stupid idea. I can't believe I was so naive as to think some stranger would honor my request. But I thought...people put requests up on craigslist all the time, there's bound to be someone out there willing to help a girl give a gift to her boyfriend. Boy, was I wrong. It started so innocently, or not so innocently, depending on how you look at it. About six months ago, my boyfriend bought us a "couple's gift"...a set of wrist and ankle restraints with tethers. Really nice leather ones, they are soft on the inside, and have that divine smell of walking into a Wilson's Leather store. It was his way of trying to spice up our sex life. I was too nervous to try them...I hated the thought of being out on display like that, sprawled out across the bed, completely unable to cover myself, or stop him from doing something I wasn't ready for. So his gift sat, forgotten, in the box it came in stuffed under the bed. Then came our anniversary, I wanted to so something really special for him, something he'd never expect. I'd bought a really sexy corset and garter belt combo...something similar to what I'd seen the women in his porn movies wear...something I'd normally never wear myself. But I thought, It's a special day, I really wanted to shock him. It was a tight black satin number that laced up the front, pushing my 36C breasts up to amplify my cleavage. Or at least that was the idea...I hadn't tried it on yet. The day before our anniversary, I'd gone out to brunch with some friends. We'd had a few mimosas and gossiped quite a bit about our sex lives. When they dropped me off at the house around ten thirty, I was feeling much more at ease with my anniversary plans. I made my way inside, feeling tipsy, and made a beeline to our bedroom. I pulled out the lingerie, deciding to do a test run of putting it on. I'd never worn anything like that before, and wasn't really sure how I was going to manage it. I first slid on the tiny matching g-string, it was so embarrassing! I felt so exposed, there was just a tiny little triangle that seemed only to barely cover the small tuft of hair I leave on my mostly shaved pussy. Something I only do because my boyfriend shaves it for me. It makes me feel a little dirty, but a little sexy too. And he likes it, which is really the most important thing. I stood there for a short while, looking at myself in the full length mirror in the corner of our room. Hours at the gym had shaped my ass, keeping it as tight and firm as it was when I was 18. The g-string nearly disappeared into the crack, leaving the smooth, silky skin overtly exposed with only a small black bow at the top. My eyes traveled down my legs, they are sculpted by miles of treadmill running to be long and muscled. I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled a pair dark gray thigh high nylons over them. I stood, hands shaking a little in my nervousness, then reached down to pick up the corset. I wrapped it around myself. I started lacing up from the bottom, not pulling too tight since I wasn't exactly sure how it worked. Once I had the initial lacing down, I started tightening it up...the lady at the shop had helped me size it perfectly, it closed completely while still allowing me to breathe. I tied off the laces in a tight bow between my breasts. I turned back to the mirror to admire my reflection. The boning in the black satin accented my already hourglass figure. I ran my hands down my body and felt a tingle of excitement. I glanced toward the last part of my planned surprise. I pair of bright red "fuck me" pumps. They had five inch heels...by far the tallest I'd ever owned. Feeling a little too nervous still, I didn't think I'd be able to walk in them, I went out to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I drank it down pretty quickly, so I poured myself a second and walked back to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I balanced my glass in my left hand while reaching for the first shoe. Once I had them both shoes slipped on, I drained the rest of my wine, stood up, and almost immediately fell over. At first I cursed a little, then broke out in the giggles when I noticed I was eye to eye with THE box. Feeling a little wicked already, I decided to pull them out and try it...after all, what could be the harm? Kicking off the impossible heels, I managed to figure out how the tethers worked to attach to the bed frame. I stood up to survey my work, and the plan morphed again. Pictures! If I took a sexy picture to send him at work tomorrow, he'd know how much effort I was putting in...and what was waiting for him at home. I grabbed the digital camera, laid down on the bed and started trying to take a few. But when I sat down to upload them, I realized I couldn't get a good angle and use the cuffs. I sat there pouting for a moment... That's when the stupid idea happened. I went to Craigslist and made a post..."Photographer needed today for a couple racy pictures to send to my boyfriend, no touching, just take pictures and go. Please email ASAP." Before I could think twice, I'd posted it. Within seconds I'd received five responses...the first two seemed just creepy...the third was a picture of some guy's cock...the fourth though was from a man who called himself John. It was well written, with a link to a sample of previous photographs taken. After glancing through the album, I wrote back. John and I exchanged two more emails, then I gave him my address with plans for him to be there in ten minutes. I was really nervous now...I kept telling myself this was a crazy idea. John seemed really professional though and his pictures were very tasteful, so I swung back and forth between berating myself for being stupid and rationalizing that I was trying to create a gift for my boyfriend. I had another glass of wine while I waited...hoping to relax my steadily growing nerves. When the doorbell rang, I jumped...it didn't seem like ten minutes had gone by. I threw on a little black satin robe I owned...just in case...and timidly answered the door. John was a very handsome man, broad shouldered and well muscled. He towered over me...I'm only five foot two, I guessed he was no less than six foot five. I left the door open just a crack and said hi. He flashed me a reassuring smile and held up a very high tech looking camera. Feeling a bit more at ease, I let him inside and closed the door. We made small talk in the kitchen for a couple minutes, he poured the rest of the wine into my glass and had me show him where the pictures were to be taken. Feeling like a school girl sneaking a boy into her room I led him down the hall. When I glanced back at him, I caught him staring at my ass...but laughed it off. Lots of guys stare at my ass. I should have known better... When we got to the bedroom I explained exactly what I was thinking...the corset, the heels, the bindings. He said he'd strap me in, take about ten shots, then help me out and leave. So I slipped off my robe and laid down on the bed. He moved slowly from cuff to cuff, having me test to make sure I couldn't get out of them (said it would look more authentic), then slipped the heels on for me. He took the sash from my robe and tied it around my eyes...he said to complete the look. As he leaned over me, I thought I could feel his stiff penis rubbing against my leg...I wasn't sure though, so I ignored it. I lay there in the darkness and listened. I could hear John moving around the room, but I couldn't really tell what he was doing. I imagined he was trying to get the best angle. Once or twice I heard him chuckle or felt his weight on different parts of the bed. I really should have known better... I heard the camera go off a few times, then felt the bottom of the bed sink as he sat on it. I told myself he was taking close ups or different angles. That's when I felt his hand rubbing up my inner thigh. "What are you doing?!?" I asked, jerking away quickly. "Sorry...lint. You want perfect pictures, don't you?" It almost sounded like he was laughing at me. "Ye....Yes." I stammered..."quickly though, he'll be home at 6 and I'll need time to put this all away." I did a mental check...it was just before noon...great...I'd just told this guy I was home alone for six hours. I really really should have known better... That's when he started...licking. I felt his warm tongue sliding just above the top of my nylons, getting closer and closer to the top of my leg. I didn't even know what to say at first...I mean, who does that kind of thing? I tried to pull my leg away but the strap held fast around my ankle. He placed both hands on my thighs as his tongue snaked it's way under the small triangle of cloth that had made me feel so sexy only a few minutes ago. "No, please don't" I cried, pulling roughly at the bindings that were trapping me to the bed. His only response was a deep laugh, and to push firmly on my legs, keeping my hips as still as possible against my struggles. He roughly shoved his tongue between my outer lips, pushing the tiny thong aside with his nose as he made a slow, firm stroke up to my clit. The contact made me jump...well, as much as I could....it didn't feel bad, it felt glorious. I started sobbing, I didn't want this...I didn't want this man violating me this way. I didn't want to like it, but my body was betraying me. John raised his head... "Didn't take much to make the little slut wet, did it?" He laughed again and slowly inserted his index finger into me. "Please don't," I pleaded again as I felt his finger moving slowing in and out, "PLEASE." He lowered his head down between my legs once again, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue for one moment before latching his lips around it and sucking hard. His finger pumped faster and faster in my pussy while he alternated between sucking and swirling his tongue on and around my clit. I felt jolts of electricity traveling from between my legs up my spine. Between my sobs and pleas I could hear the wet sucking noise of his finger as he slammed his hand against me, working me toward the release I didn't want to have. John bit down on my nub, just hard enough to send a shock through my body...I gasped, startled, and thrust my hips toward him to try to alleviate the pain. The new angle caused his finger to hit my g-spot. The feeling was amazing, no one had ever found it before...getting him to touch it again became all I could think about. I started thrusting my hips up to meet his hand, my pleading changing from a desire for him to stop to a desire to cum. I felt Johns mouth leave my mound, but I didn't care, all I could think about was his finger inside me. "You like that, don't you bitch?" He accentuated the last word with another deep push of his finger. "You like to be finger-fucked by a stranger? You're such a whore." "Please..." It was all I could say. The sobbing had stopped, I just wanted to cum. "Please." I was begging. I never beg. "Tell me what a little slut you are. Tell me how bad you want this." "Please. No. I can't say it, just please." I didn't want this to happen...I couldn't say that I did. But since it was happening I didn't want it to stop. "Fucking whore. Why should I? You don't deserve it." John said this with such disdain I almost started crying again. He gave three firm pumps in my pussy, then pulled his hand away. I felt his weight leave the bed, and I heard him leave the room. "No!" I cried out. "Please...please don't stop. Come back!" I was desperate...I had been at the verge of climax when he left me empty. I could still feel the build up. I needed to get off now. Desperately, I started trying to rub my thighs together, hoping to cause some sort of friction...I knew it wouldn't take much. I could hear John talking in the other room...just the low rumble of his voice. It scared me, I didn't know what he was planning, but really I didn't care. Hearing his voice meant he was still there...I had to get him to finish this. Or untie me to I could. I called out again..."Please, John. Please...I am a....slut.....I am. And I want to finish. Please let me finish." I started sobbing again. I heard a laugh from the door. I knew he was watching me again, staring at me in my slutty little corset outfit as I writhed on the bed, arms bound...helpless, no longer afraid...now just desperate. "Finish what, whore?" I shook my head. I couldn't talk about details...I didn't do that. I mustered what I could..."Finish what you started. Please." "Not good enough." "I....I want you to put your finger inside me." "Where." "Down...you know...there." I felt his weight on the bottom of the bed again. "Down where." "Please don't make me say it, please just put your finger in me. Please." "Okay..." Something in his voice should have warned me. It didn't. I was so distracted. John took that same finger, still wet with my juices and slowly inserted it into my ass. "Nooooooo!" I screamed. It hurt...I'd never had anything up there. I tried to pull away, but he just moved with me. He laughed again. "See what happens when you're not specific?" A mean laugh. I was crying again. For the pain in my ass, for the orgasm slowly subsiding, for the violation, for my stupidity, for my humiliation, for my desire. "Please..." "Please what?" "Please stop that. Please take your finger out of my ass...I just wanted to cum." "What a little slut you are. It's all about you and your wants. What if I WANT my finger in your ass?" "Please...it hurts." "I know." With that, he latched onto my clit again with his mouth. He moved his finger back and forth in my ass, his tongue lashing at my clit. I felt my hips grinding toward him again, as if they had a will of their own. He pushed a second finger into my ass, then roughly shoved his thumb into my pussy. I pushed down and up, feeling him in every way I could. The orgasm built again...faster, stronger. I needed it. "Say it" he mumbled, clit between his teeth, "Say it or I'll stop." "Yes...fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum!" "What are you" "I'm a slut. Nothing but a little slut who needs you to make her cum. PLEASE!" John sucked down harder, working my pussy and my ass frantically with his hand. I could feel the walls of my canal clenching down on his thumb...while his fingers filled my ass making me feel fuller than I had before. The orgasm crashed over me just as he bit down on my clit again. Wave after electric wave washed over my body. It was the most intense feeling I'd ever had. He moved away again, leaving me shaking on the bed. My mind had gone numb...I didn't know what to feel...so I just lay there, enjoying the tingling sensation traveling all over my body. I moved to curl up on my side...but felt the tug of the cuffs holding me in place. Reality quickly set in and I heard John snapping pictures again. "Your skin is beautiful when it's flushed...like a soft pink rose petal." "John...please untie me. I want to get up now. I think we're done here." "Done?" He chuckled..."What a selfish fucking bitch you are. It's all about you, isn't it. Your orgasm, and you're done. No wonder you need slutty fuck-me pictures to turn your man on." "No...I just wanted to surprise him. Please...I didn't want the orgasm, I just wanted pictures. Please..." "I just wanted pictures!" He mocked, "I seem to remember you begging me to make you cum. Fucking whore." I felt the weight of him on the end of the bed again, and heard the metal grind of a zipper being undone. I tried again to pull at my tethers...to pull away from what I knew was coming...but it was no use. John's hands grabbed my hips roughly...lifting me up. "I'm going to enjoy using this little slut as my fuck toy" ----------------------------------------------- To be continued, pending feedback of course. Should Have Known Better A beautiful spring day, one of those early warm ones where suddenly there's a lot of unexpected skin everywhere, and you can't not look, and I'm stuck at the library studying. Girls are lying out in the sun untying their bikini tops and I cannot focus. The buzzing of too much coffee and not enough sleep and oh god those shorts she's wearing are so small. Just look at them. I want to run up and smell her. OK, I'm crazy here. I gotta get off. I can't think, can't study. I gotta get off. Just rub one out and get back to work. I'll just head up to the third floor where there's a single-stall bathroom. I'm so hard I'd be an obvious creep just walking around with my pants tented, so I put my left hand in my pocket and hold my dick against me. Sure, it makes me walk a little funny, and who knows why you're walking around with one hand in your pocket. But it also gives me a chance to rub myself. Just knowing what I'm going to do has me even hotter. Door's locked. Fuck. Gotta use the regular can. Back downstairs. This one at least is empty. I shut myself in the far back stall and start stroking away. Gotta get off. Christ. My dick is drooling pre-cum. Closer. The door creaks open. I freeze. If I squeeze gently, though, it's totally silent. Am I breathing too heavily? Can he hear me? Am I being so quiet it's obvious I'm doing something I shouldn't? Could I come from just squeezing my cock like this? When he flushes the urinal and goes to wash his hands, I take a couple experimental slow strokes to see if I can do it quietly enough. Good. It's almost hotter knowing I have to be silent. He leaves and I can breathe deeply again. No, this is way better. My cock's almost entirely slick with precum, and I wet my hand with spit to supplement it. It makes a little noise, but not so much you could hear it outside, I don't think. Almost there, so close, and the door slams open again. Laughter. Bro you should have seen her face! You passed out right there. She's cool though, right? Yeah, totally. Thought it was funny. Hey you goin to the show tonight? Yah if I finish my paper. It's gonna suck but I'll get it done. Sweet. Guys who use the word bro kind of scare me but there was no way they'd heard me. I held my breath and rubbed my forefinger against the underside of my cockhead. The water ran and they talked trash. I was terrified, sure, I was so goddamn close. The door closed and I sped up again and for a moment the only sound was the soft clicking of my hand moving up and down on the slicked shaft. Then footsteps. Was he still in here? Yes. With one stiff pull the rickety door came open and there he was filling the whole doorway. Not someone I knew thank god but still some huge jock. And me with my dick in my hand obviously caught jerking it. I hunched over and tried ineffectively to block his view and reach to shut the door but he just put a finger to his lips and stepped forward. I wasn't about to yell if he wouldn't. He shut the flimsy stall door behind him and took one more step. The crotch of his jeans was right in my face, and the tiny stall felt a hell of a lot smaller. I hadn't been in a stall with another person before, at least not since I was old enough to go to the bathroom by myself. This may sound naïve but even then I didn't know what he was about to do until he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and moved it toward me. He didn't speak at all. Just took his cock in his right hand and pushed it up against my face slowly. I was frozen, my mouth was shut but he pressed against my lips and left a drop of precum on them. It tickled a little and I flinched and he held my face still with his left hand and finally whispered "Suck it." I started to speak but he put his dick in my mouth. "Easy with the teeth. You new at this?" I was. I'd never done this before at all. I had no idea how to do it. And I didn't even understand how I'd wound up trying. That didn't seem to put him off, though, because he soon grabbed my hair, grunted, and dumped what felt like a hell of a lot of come in my mouth and all over my face. It tasted bitter and slimy and he laughed gently as I tried to spit it into the toilet below me, but got it all over my cock and pubic hair. He looked at me with something like pity, and just zipped up and left. I don't know what he could have said. I was still hard. If anything, harder. I started to wipe off the combined semen and saliva that was all over my crotch, but I was so horny, and so confused, that I wound up just rubbing it into my skin. It felt amazing. I'd often rubbed my semen on myself after masturbating, and it felt good, but this was even better. It was when the next guy opened the stall door that I realized I'd left it unlocked, and that I was in serious trouble.