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Slice

By: Consort_to_the_Empress



The only sounds are my breathing, my pounding heart, and her footsteps. I'm kneeling on her hard floor, arms bound tightly with her rope behind me, gagged by her panties and duct-tape, I am left blindfolded as she walks very slowly around me. I can feel her eyes on me. She's already inspected me when I arrived and found my body as she requested with no hair from the neck down... so now I'm starting to worry about what she's thinking. We had agreed to go further this time. We would play with blood and fear and I would trust her to keep me alive and whole no matter what. Well whatever she was thinking up, it's not like I could argue now. 

Slowly she walks around me and the *tap-tap-tap* of her boots makes my heart beat louder in my ears.

"Now," I nearly jump out of my skin as she starts to talk, "there's always the question of severity. How much trouble do I want to have to go through to put you back together again? I have the heavy first aid kit here with sutures and proper supplies for stitches if need be... but I'm starting to wonder if I should have brought a drop-cloth down. Oh well, I can always get you to scrub the floors for me."

Grabbing my bound arms and my collar she swiftly lay me face down on the cold cement floor. I could feel every particle of dust under me. It was disgusting, and I was turned on... weird. With a quick *click-click* and she had clipped something to my collar. With a little tug from behind she demonstrated that she had fastened my collar to rings in the floor and I couldn't move my head. Down at my legs she stretched me out. Spreader bar just above my knees and also at my ankles. Both securely tied to the floor in a way that made me feel I was stretching just to reach my collar. I was starting to get really anxious. What could she have planned that would need me to be this still? Then on my lower back and on my thighs I felt wide straps. I couldn't identify it til I heard the ratchet noise as it tightened. Truck straps?! As they tightened into place I realized that the one above and one below my butt made it so I couldn't move at all.

"Much better." she said, "now to get to work." All over my ass and legs she alternated using a belt and a paddle and turned my skin (what felt like) a very bright red... possibly purple. It was strange and painful to not be able to move. Every time I twitched I wound up pulling on one restraint or another. Just as I thought she might never stop, I could feel the heat bouncing back from her hand as she checked on my progress. "Good," she said, "almost there." and went back to beating my burning flesh for another eternity. Eventually she decided that my skin was the proper shade and temperature and reached away for something else.

Suddenly there was a new kind of pain on my thighs. It was sharp and pointy. It took some time to wrap my mind around it but I eventually identified it as a wartenberg wheel. It felt painful on abused skin but I managed to get on top of it mentally. It seems she knew I had just barely adjusted because she took it away and brought out something else. Needles! Oh I knew this feeling and I did not like it. I could never get past two without begging for a change and by my count she's already got four in my arms. I had almost forgotten I had arms with all this attention given to my ass and legs, but I remembered them now. She got six needles in before she stopped. A couple times she jiggled them and I couldn't do anything but moan against the gag.

"Good pet," she whispered in my ear, "now stay still, this next part is very delicate."

Blinding searing pain coursed through my body. WHAT? NO! I could feel her knife gouging into my thigh. That's to deep! That's to large! NO! I couldn't move, I could barely scream against the gag. I could feel the blood oozing out of the cut. 

I tried to get a rational grip. This was it, the big finale. It couldn't have been that deep and now she'll stitch me up and we'll laugh about my panic. Right? Right?

OH GOD NOT AGAIN! More pain, more blood, this time from the other thigh. NO!NO!NO! This is not good! I'm going to bleed to death in this cold grimy basement!

I thought about how I trust her, and how I know she cares for me, and how I know if things got out of hand and her first aid wasn't enough, she would call an ambulance because she adores me, and with that thought I surrendered. I barely flinched as the blade cut into my calf and noticing my change she asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded and cried. What kind of stupid question is that? I'm bleeding all over the floor and she asks if I'm okay.

Slowly I realize she's untying me. Spreaders gone, collar unhooked, straps removed, and she's trying to get me to sit up. My legs are cut open and she's trying to get me to sit up. Realizing I'm not co-operating she rolls me sideways, takes out the gag and removes the blindfold. Petting my face she asks, "Why are you resisting?" I start bawling and all I can get out is "Shouldn't you take care of my legs first?"

A look comes across her face, somewhere between humour and compassion. "Lay down pet and I'll tend to your legs." I roll back to my belly and soon I feel a warm wash cloth wiping my legs right over where the cuts should be and... it doesn't sting, it feels... normal. 

I twist to look and she smiles, "I knew I couldn't just tell you because you wouldn't believe me... but your skin is not broken, except for those needles in your arms. Now sit up so I can take them out and untie you."

"But... It felt real! How?"

"That's my little secret." She smiled.

I helped her raise me up to my knees still in shock trying to process what happened. The sting of the alcohol on the needle holes took some of the fuzz out of my brain but I knew it would be a while before I was back to normal. Untying my arms she led me to the recovery couch for hot chocolate and snacks.

Slice of Heaven



Blurs of white at our feet as we run through the long grass the clear blue sky broken only by a few fluffy white clouds and the hot sun. You're chasing me and I say something cheeky to you, you tackle me down in amongst the white daisies and tickle me so much that tears are shining in my loving eyes. Buried in the tall grass, no one would be able to find us even if they were trying, there was no one for hours from where we were, just you and I in our secluded haven. We wrestle playfully, rolling around through the grass, I pin you down, pick a dandelion and blow it in your face laughing at your surprised reaction. You roll me onto my back easily, pinning my petite young eighteen year old body down with your much stronger and built frame. Grabbing a dandelion yourself you hold it in front of me, threatening me with it. I'm screaming and giggling for you not to blow it in my face, my eyes are closed as my young body writhes beneath yours. My long brunette hair splayed out through the grass and flowers, you lean down and whisper into my ear, "You look so beautiful out here in the sunshine, Elle." and kiss my soft lips instead.

You slip the sandals off my feet and give them a little tickle, a smile spreads across my face as you brush the hair away from it and kiss me softly. You run a hand down my smooth legs, lifting them up a bit and my summer dress falls up around my waist, exposing my small white cotton panties to your gaze. You let your fingers trace back up to my panties, you graze them against the soft material and smile to yourself as I let a slight moan escape my lips as you rub your thumb against my clit. You kiss me passionately, being very gentle. You move your hand to the side of my bum and rub it, making me lift off the ground, you ease my panties down my thighs and right off, putting them into one of our bags. You trail your hand up my thigh, brush your fingertips over my pantie clad pussy again, passing it, tracing up my stomach underneath my dress and rubbing the smooth skin of my tummy. You bring your other hand up to my breasts, running your fingertips lightly over the soft mounds of my cleavage. I let out a sigh as you cup a breast in your hand, realizing I don't have a bra on, you roll my nipple between your fingertips through the material of my dress. You slip the straps off my shoulders and break off the intense kiss, kissing along my cheek to my ear, sucking on the lobe a little and blowing gently, sending a chill through my body.

You kiss your way down my neck and over my bare shoulder, making your way down to the rise of my breast and looking up at my face, I have the cutest smile and you lift your head back up and kiss me again. You move your hands from my nipple and stomach and into my own, squeezing them softly, letting me know you're there for me, you break the kiss off slowly and smile down at me. You stand up pulling me with you and a look of clear disappointment is shown on my face, you let go of one of my hands, rubbing my cheek, reassuring me, "Honey, we need to find a place to set up camp before it gets too dark, I think I heard water over the rise there." You grab my hand and the bags as we set off over the hill.

Before long we come to a small creek, which i immediately run straight to. It's shallow and I splash around in the stones, the water is cool and refreshing after being in the hot sun. I call for you to come in too but you refuse, so i splash you and you quickly rip your shirt off revealing that nice chest of yours and follow me in. You chase me telling me I'll pay for splashing you, I run upstream away from you and the water is getting deeper and deeper, rising up to my shins and eventually up to my mid thighs. I lift my dress up so it doesn't get wet, unaware that by doing so, I reveal to you the bottoms of my ass cheeks. You instantly get hard and decide it's enough of pretending I was actually getting away, you grab my ass and pull my body to you and move us into the deeper water so that it comes up to my chest, but only up to your waist. You wrap an arm around my body and pull my dress off with your other hand, discarding it and throwing it onto the sandy bank of the creek. 

All gentleness forgotten, you tug your shorts off and throw them on the sand too, your hard cock pressing firmly against the inside of my thigh. The arm holding me to you drops to my ass, alternating between squeezing hard and rubbing the tender flesh. You let your other hand drop between my legs, feeling the hot moistness of my dripping pussy on your fingertips, you apply pressure to my clit and rub at it vigorously with no warning. I moan and lean back into the water, you're holding me though so I don't fall. You slide your fingers down my pussy, probing at my most private place, you let a finger enter me and when you hear my moans of pleasure you allow another to quickly follow, filling my hot pussy with your rough fingers. Impulses take you over and you ram your fingers in and out of me hard, making me cry out, but with no doubt, love every second of the attention my little body is receiving. You lift me back up to you, sucking roughly on my nipples as you fuck my pussy with your hand. I grind my hips into you and feel your swollen cock against my thigh again. I move my hand down and wrap my delicate fingers around your thick shaft, squeezing it every time your fingers ram deep into my writhing body. 

Feeling my hand wrap around your cock you speed your abuse on my burning cunt, slamming your fingers hard into me, rubbing my clit furiously with your thumb. I squeeze your cock hard and this time don't stop, I let out a long, loud moan, followed by a few shorter ones, my body convulses and my pussy clamps around your fingers tightly. You pull my body hard into yours as my orgasm takes over my little body, writhing against your firm hold and then collapsing into your strong arms. You carry me out of the water and lay me down on top of my dress, laying down beside me you rest my head on your arm and lean into me, kissing me passionately. You put your hard cock between my thighs and stroke my side as you kiss me. We fall asleep together in the warm sunshine, listening to the water rippling over the rocks and the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.

I wake up to the sound of a bird singing in a tree nearby and can feel your hard cock nestled against my pussy, I run my fingers along my naked body, down my stomach and across my smooth pussy lips, rubbing the wetness all over. I'm feeling very horny and I know that by how wet I am I will taste so good, I lift my hand to my mouth and suck my juices off my delicate little fingers, tasting just as sweet as always. I rub your cock against my pussy, indulging in the feeling your hardness brings me.

You are awoken by a feeling of pure pleasure as you zone out of your slumber, once you gather your bearings you realize that the feeling that woke you was the tender touch of my fingertips, which were still rubbing your cock against my very wet pussy. You can hear the soft moans coming from my mouth and your cock gives a bit of a jerk at the familiar sound of my enjoyment, as much as you would love to be a more active participant in my pleasure, you decide to pretend to stay asleep and see what I will do.  

I run my fingers along my pussy and once again raise my them to my lips, licking them and loving it. I'm hungry for the taste and feeling your cock covered in my juices, I get an idea and checking you're sound asleep, I wiggle my way down your body. Laying you onto your back carefully, I lower my head to your cock and gingerly flick out my tongue, licking the head of your cock. The more of my juices I lick off your thick shaft the more I get into it and I begin to to suck your cock into my mouth. After awhile I can taste your precum more than my own juices and I lick at the sweetness. Finding it hard to suppress your pleasure, you accidentally let out a moan and I freeze with my lips wrapped firmly around your swollen cock, not wanting to be wake you and be caught, but when you don't make any more movements I let it slide as an automatic bodily reaction and continue to suckle on your manhood. 

After a few more minutes of this you are reaching your brink and finding it harder and harder to suppress your moans of pleasure, so you decide that it's time to let me know you're actually awake. You move your hand down onto the back of my head and lightly push, encouraging me to continue, as well as opening your mouth and letting the moans come freely. I look up into your eyes, seeing that you are pleased I flash you a sexy smile and flick my tongue over the head of your cock. I begin to suck harder, speeding the pace up and moving my hands down to cup your smooth balls, gently rubbing and massaging them in my hands. I drop my mouth and take first one ball, then the other in my mouth, swirling my tongue over them and tugging on your hard cock faster and faster. I can feel you tensing up and your breathing is becoming more and more rapid, i lift my head and once again take your thickness into my small mouth.

"Ohhh, Elle, hon... ooh... I'm gonna come baby... do you want me to come in your mouth?" you ask me between moans.

I look up at you and stare straight in your eyes deeply, "Mmhmmmm!" I moan in response, in that accent of mine you love so much. The deep, seductive look I'm giving you combined with the pure lust in my voice sends you over the top, making you shudder as you climax, your orgasm taking over your body as you shoot stream after stream of your hot come down throat and all over my tongue. I swallow every drop, licking eagerly at your cock, making sure I don't miss any of you, sucking hungrily at the last of your come. You pull me up to you and embrace me, kissing me enthusiastically and thanking me for waking you up in such a lovely way. It is getting darker so we decide we really ought to go back downstream and get our things then find a nice spot to set up camp. We walk hand in hand along the sandy bank back to where we'd left our bags.

You hand me my panties you took off me earlier and the shirt you chucked off before chasing me into the water for me to wear, putting a dry pair of shorts on yourself. You pull me to you giving my ass a squeeze, telling me how sexy I look in your shirt. You ask me where I think we should set up camp and we head back closer to where we had fallen asleep on the sand earlier. We find a spot near the creek where there are some beautiful big trees for shelter and we agree that it's a perfect spot to pitch the tent. Taking me camping for my first time you are enjoying being able to laugh at my lack of experience, trying to put a post somewhere and having half the tent falling on top of me numerous times. I grab at you for laughing at me and we end up falling on the half that was still up, collapsing the whole tent and exploding in a fit of laughter, rolling around on the ground tickling one another. Eventually we get the tent pitched and everything set up, you tell me you want to show me something and insist we go for a walk.

Grabbing my hand we head off and start climbing up a hill, I'm whining because you won't tell me why we're climbing it in the first place and you simply reply with a "you'll see" and a knowing smile. When we near the top we come across some huge rocks, you climb up on top of one and then reach down and help me up too, sitting down and pulling me into your lap, cuddling me from behind with your arms wrapped around me tightly, I know I could never come to any harm. 

"It's beautiful, Alan." I say to you, leaning my head back against your chest and looking out over the horizon. I think to myself how nice it would be just to stay like this forever. As the sun sets over the horizon you look down at me, my eyes are closed, having fallen asleep in your arms. I look so peaceful lying there, that you decide not to wake me from my slumber. Instead, you stand slowly, picking me up with you and hold my body close to yours as you carry me back to our camp.



Slice of Heaven: A Note to Her Lover



I can not wait to be your plaything once again. 

I want to kiss some great looking guy while you stand by and watch him enjoy my lips and tongue .. you know just what he's getting, don't you? I'll giggle and give him my best "fuck me" eyes, and whisper in his ear while I'm looking right at you. Maybe I'll tell him how sexy he is, and right there say that I would loveeee for him to fuck the shit out of me. When he says he'd be OK with that I'll smile at you and say to him .."oh, but there is a stipulation ...I like getting fucked SO much that I want two of you tonight. See that sweet lookin guy over on the other side of the bar? I want him to join us."

I'd tell him nothing funny, no boy on boy stuff ... just all about pussy and cock and filling me up while I make you both cum. I'd excuse myself from him and walk over, talk to you briefly and then signal him over to us. I'd introduce you to each other, then suggest having another drink. Seeing you both together and being so close to two hot males will make me sooooo wet, it wont be long before I suggest we take our leave to the nice hotel room we have.

All would be calm, cool and collected ... til the elevator doors closed behind us. I'd look up at our boy and kiss him softly at first, then really pull his face into me for a deep, passionate tongue kiss. While were kissing I'd reach over and feel your hard cock through your slacks, and feel my pussy drip with anticipation. Our door is close to the elevator so I'd start stripping in the hallway ... being close to naked by the time you got the door open. Once it closed behind us I'd have everything off, and you can tell me what a little slut I am, that you always knew it but now you're really seeing it. I'd tell you to shut up, and just remove your cock from your pants and fill my mouth up. Our boy watches me blow you while I reach for his cock ... its already out of his pants and hard from him stroking while he watches me suck you.

He tells you he wants to fuck me, and you give me to him willingly. You push me onto my back on the bed while he stands and slowly slides his cock into me. As I'm getting fucked you walk over to once again slide your cock into my mouth. I love being so filled up, my hands free to play with my tits. I look up at you, you can see the pleasure in my face, the smile in my eyes as I'm being used by the two of you. He starts to pump faster, holding my legs to him so he has leverage to move harder and deeper.

I tell you both that I want you to cum on my face, and him to cum on my pussy ... I'll tell him to pull out so I can see his cum all over me. You are moving harder and faster too, fucking my face and pulling my hair as you go to steady my head. You tell me so sweetly how you're going to make me drink your cum, the little whore I've turned out to be.

Suddenly we hear our boy moaning and grunting that sound that only comes from an impending orgasm. You take your cue from him and go deep ... I suck you like never before, with all of the love and adoration I can muster .. playing with your balls and moaning in exquisite pleasure. I want your cum the most, but you already know that. I'm getting fucked so hard now hes moving my whole body on the bed. Finally he pulls out and strokes his cock hard and fast til his cum is spilling and spurting out onto my pussy and belly. You tell me in that sweet voice of yours to get ready to swallow your load, and that warm gush in my throat follows ... so sweet and hot, that sexy part of you sliding into me. I reach down for the cum he left on my pussy and lick it from my fingers.

Now that I'm dying to cum after watching the two of you, our boy slides down between my legs and begins licking that puddle of wetness. He does it so slow and sweet, sliding a finger not only into my pussy but my ass as well ... I arch my back and with that you softly massage my tits, knowing how much I love my nipples being played with. With one nipple in your mouth and the other in your hand, you tell me it's ok to cum now, I've earned it. One more flick of his tongue on my clit has me writhing in the most amazing orgasm ever .. made all the better with your nipple play. 

We're all a bit drunk and tired and satisfied, so I slide up to pull the covers down on the bed and slip underneath. I hold out a hand to each of you, and nuzzle into your chest as you slide in next to me, and he slides in behind me. I fall asleep with his cock pressing against my ass, yours against me pussy. A little slice of heaven.



Slice of Life



Turning over to find warmth really must be the meaning of true comfort. Rose had really always felt this way. She was unfortunately unaccustomed to having any warmth, anywhere. Other than the discomfort of living in a tediously holiday-destination, textbook subtropical climate, that is.

But this afternoon she had David to turn to, to wrap herself up in comforting things. Four months of knowing he was there for her, and she still hadn't really gotten used to warmth.

But no matter; Rose turned to face David, even though he was paying attention to the television and probably wasn't aware that she was less tired than she'd appeared when they'd got in. She lay close to his back, filling her mind with his warmth and her playful, as-yet-unformed desire. She wanted to undress him to see his reaction, but in a fleeting brain-shock of resistance, she quietly stood up and went to the fridge. She heard him turn his head to see her not there, and then turn back to whatever they were playing at four in the afternoon. She wondered if anything worthwhile ever happened in the mid afternoon. Pulling her clothes off as quickly and quietly as she could, she spotted some sort of chocolate bar type Christmas themed sweet, probably lying about it's 'back by popular demand!' label, probably invented in November as yet another seasonal marketing ploy, but she grabbed it anyway. Chocolate never went astray. It was the second half of David's double-take, he turned again, to make sure he'd not missed her, then called her name. She responded by appearing in the doorway in her lingerie and holding chocolate.

She fully appreciated his chuckle at this, as she stood against the bed, collapsing onto it on her wide-apart knees. She reacted to his reaction more than she reacted to her thoughts; it was always so much more fun that way. He came as though to kiss her, but she instead fed him chocolate - something at which he smiled. Her hands were warm enough that even after He'd taken the sweet from her, she had a thick layer of it on her fingers. This she licked off, instantly wishing she'd instead spread it on his body. Messy, and more steps, but who wants foreplay to be efficient? She kissed in a snaking line from his left collarbone to his right hip, trailing chocolate intentionally. He gently pushed her to remove his trousers. She'd planned for this, planned to tease him, but certainly not refuse him.

"But Davey, I've got to clean your chest off first, see? You're all messy." She grinned as he looked down at himself and his expression changed from confusion to mock horror, the transition being a smile.

"Oh I see. Yes, you do that. However did I get so dirty?"

She traced little circles with her tongue on his soft skin. Nibbling with her lips but not her teeth. This time she went in an orderly way, right hip to left hip, upper left hip to belly button, belly button to ribs, (5,-4), (3,0).... Very neat, but the movements of her tongue still teasing the hell out of him. When she reached his neck, she kissed his chin, his cheek, his lips for a while. He fiddled with her bra and she laughed at him, wrapping her legs around his, pushing and sliding against him, altogether too slowly.

His patience struck her as admirable, though her past left traces of a girl who felt inadequate when unable to tease a man into giving into his desire. She disregarded her own worthlessness almost instantly, however, as -if she had David's love- she had value. She felt his mood change and she smiled at him with love that she knew showed mostly in her eyes. She half hoped he didn't notice.

"Oh, whatever do you want?" She teased, her voice a little sticky with trying not to brake composure,

"This." He sighed, gesturing at her body. She felt that he only said this because he knew that she wanted him too. He probably assumed more so, as he acted like admitting desire was admitting defeat, most of the time.

" You're welcome, then." She breathed, undoing his belt as he'd already requested. Rose was used to longing for her boyfriend. Months apart so early in the relationship ensured that she did not need to give in to her urge to just pull down his trousers enough to slide on top of him and that be the end of it.

She could kiss him first. Kiss him at least. Perhaps even take his clothes all the way off, she wondered? Yes. She wanted him completely undressed. She found his body more beautiful than he knew she did.

As she looked over him, (it felt luxurious - a blessing) she even managed enough composure to slip off her panties, rather than slide them to one side which was sure to stretch and stain them.

She half wanted to offer him a blowjob, but decided she could not stand to be empty so long. She wanted so much to just make him react. She wondered if he knew that. Crawling up his body, touching her thighs to his legs, then his sides, was such a lovely sensation. She lifted her body up, and leaned forward to kiss him, and to whisper;

"Was this what you were after, gorgeous?" Sliding onto him rather abruptly and being intentionally tighter to him than she normally would. It felt so much like belonging, like her place, -and of course a bit like nirvana- that she could barely mask her pleasure in the tone of her voice.

"I guess it'll do, for now." He may have wanted to take control. She didn't so much mind, but placed her hands on his waist, encouraging him to thrust back at her.

He wasn't used to her being on top, and seemed not to know what to do with his hands. She used all her weight to get him deeper, and picked up his hands to place them on that part of the lower back that could be called arse, could be called sides which is exactly right for shared control. She moved as much as she dared without breaking rhythm, at first trying to think about all the lovely things about today, but eventually she gave up. Or rather gave in. He made her feel fantastic. Not only when she came, but always.

His hands strayed from her body for a moment and she tried to make a clear picture from her overly lust-filled mind. But soon she relaxed, he was only undoing her bra and pulling it off as though unwrapping a gift. How could he do that while they move so much?

They both wanted it faster, something this position did not foster well, so she responded to his tiny gently questioning nudges by rolling over and holding her body up with one leg, the other she swung over his shoulder. He thrust exactly the right amount. She did not register him looking at her, she registered only how he felt to her. But after the initial shocked joy, she wondered how she could be so consumed with sentimental emotion when she was also completely consumed with physical emotion. Wanting to push towards him reminded her that he did not know she could straighten the leg above his shoulder. She did this (it being easy when she consumed herself with wanting, wanting, wanting) and placed his hand on the front of her thigh, so he was more in control of her body. He glanced at her in brief surprise upon finding her rather flexible, but this was only brief. She was too distracted to even notice his surprise. She marveled at how he could make her come so nicely. Somehow even her exhaustion did not deter her from living for the moment, reacting to thoughts she didn't register having.

She pushed him backwards, so that he sat with her left leg tight around his waist and her right leg high up his left arm. She went faster than she was expecting to, and she kissed him deeply. He bit her a little as he finished, and for some reason this made her happy.

"Was that anywhere near as nice for you as it was for me?" She asked, her bubble being slightly bruised by remembering that he doesn't like it as much as she does.

"Probably was. Since when can you do that? I thought you said it hurt?"

"I told you I was sorry about when we met. I was boring. Thankyou for this afternoon, love." Somehow his arms wrapped around her and her legs wrapped around him forced her body against his in the nicest of ways. Their heartbeats synchronically slowing, their slightly sweaty skin cooling in the chill air. It was probably time for a blanket.

"You started it" he grinned, clearly not complaining.

"That's what she said. I'd get under the covers, but I don't want t let go." Brushing off her own immature but necessary remark, and sticking her cheek to his warm shoulder. Hugging tightly.

"I love you, Rosie."

"I love you too."

Apparently David was satisfied with that. He grabbed some tissues and cleaned them both up, before pulling her under the blankets and cuddling her tightly into him. She reached for the remote and turned the sound up. But cartoons that she didn't like were on, so she flicked through channels. Past endless re-runs of Time Team, and other shows that everybody's seen, but nobody watches, until she found international news. She didn't really care what was going on in the world, but they were interviewing someone in French, and understanding most of what was going on made her quite pleased. She threw the remote to the floor on David's side of the bed, and wrapped herself around him, as he stroked her hair and she drifted in half sleep for maybe an hour.

When the news was over and some frustratingly cliché drama came on, Rose kissed David out of his par-sleeping state, and in so doing was roused from her own.

"Tea? Shall we have it at home, or go out? I'm hungry. Did we have breakfast, or did we drink through it?"

"I think we should go out." Really? This surprised her.

"Have you got somewhere in mind?"

"Uh-huh. I'm vewy secwetive." He said, being adorable.

"I noes. I dun noes if I lieks suhpwises, do. Will you need me to iron you a shirt?"He grinned at her shyly, and she beamed on the inside. His smiles brightening her world. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Mm, yeah please."

She liked to be his woman. To her, ironing represented this somehow. Not that she liked ironing. No, ironing sucked. But not as much as he sucked at it. She didn't want him to put clothes on, but she was being selfish. She tried to dress him, but he must have felt like he was being babied, and he didn't let her. She just wanted the opportunity to touch him in a non-sexual way, but she settled for watching him closely. Body language is important. His introvert posture in his back, neck, shoulders, arms, proved too much about him. It hurt her a little, so she concentrated on his extrovert fingers, which were remnants from the early development of fine motor skills. Just like hers. She bent far forwards to kiss him.

"How do you lean so far with your legs crossed, woman?"

"Teehee, I'm driven by the need to kiss you, Davey."

He was not convinced, but he kept buttoning his shirt. Even though he wasn't aware of it, she took this as punishment for an unsatisfactory explanation. She laughed at herself. She pulled on a dress, a coat, stockings and casual black boots. Tied one side of her hair back, to neaten it up, and freshened her mascara.

"Leaving?" She enquired?

"Sure are, Beautiful." She grinned at what she felt was a polite lie about her appearance, grabbed her handbag, and they were gone.



Slice of Pie



My husband has talked about it quite a lot. Told me he fantasizes about a line of men taking turns pumping their cum into me, filling me up. He has told me that he thinks about me kneeling over his face so he can watch as the cum is pushed out as another man mounts me from behind. I had never paid it much mind, not even the times we watched videos that depicted the scenes he told me were his fantasies. In truth I wasn't that keen on the idea. Yes my pussy would get wet and quivery when he said those dirty things but my mind and heart rejected the very thought.

We came close to exploring this idea of his one night with Mr. B. when he told Mr. B to cum in me and then he slid in right after him. Mr. B was the only man other than my husband that we have allowed to cum in me. So last night when he started texting me from the other room that he wanted me to stop and pick up some story material, I tried to shrug it off. I had to run to town to pick up a friend from the train station and judging by the time, I wasn't likely to have the time anyway.

"Why don't you stop and get some story material before the train ;)", he suggested.

"Honey I'm not stepping out no matter how hot wet and quivery my puss got just thinking about it", I countered.

"You gave me a pass in Vegas :) I'm just saying timing might not be so bad tonight. Go have a quick little tryst, get filled and cum home...I'm getting hard"

"But you didn't use it" I insisted.

You see, my husband has always been more than an exceptional lover. I want of nothing when it comes to sex. He is adventurous, passionate, fierce and fun all in one man. I have no reason nor want to have sex without him.

"True but I might have if I had a free opportunity"

"He may not be available or up to it" I argued. "OMG! My puss is throbbing"

No matter how much I denied it, my body was tingling just from the idea of having Mr. B's hands on me without my husband there to observe and assist. 

"Here is your pass tonight only! The rules are 1. he cums in your pussy. 2. You put your panties on and hold the cum for me. 3. You don't tell him you're gonna have me tongue fuck your cum filled pussy. Don't tell me what you decide!"

My panties were drenched! I couldn't drive all the way to town with my panties soaking like they were at that moment. I had to leave. The train was due to arrive at 9 pm. I quickly slipped into dry panties and kissed my husband. Then I turned back to kiss him again, this time slower and deeper. My tongue seeking his, I could feel the heat form his body telling me he was serious. He really wanted me to go through with it. 

The fog was thick and I was already filled with apprehension. I was fighting a ticking clock and near zero visibility along with my own indecisive mind. Mr. B had texted me back letting me know that he was free and welcomed my company if only for a few minutes. I shot him another quick message as I pulled off the freeway a full ten minutes earlier than I had expected. Nervous and slightly giddy, I managed to beat the lights and pulled into his drive with ample time to enjoy these few gifted moments. 

At first we just stood in his entry fidgeting and wondering how to proceed. It was much easier to transition when you are already in a hot tub naked than when coming out of the cold. He suggested that we not waste time. I almost giggled at how dutiful it seemed. Standing inside his bedroom door, he reached for me and began gently playing with my nipple through my blouse. I reached for his cock and could immediately feel it swell in response to my grasp. I shrugged out of my clothes as he reached back to turn off the light. As my jeans slid down my legs I realized I was much wetter than I thought; my juice was literally running down my legs! As much as I denied it, I was very turned on by the idea.

I stood in front of him and stroked his cock then led him to the bed. Words were unnecessary as we both knew why I was there, well he may not have known the full details but enough to know that he was expected to wreck my pussy and send me home with evidence. As I began to suck his cock he began to tell me of a unsuccessful meet up he'd had over the weekend. His words rapidly trailed off and became moans.

"I love how you work your mouth on my cock. You better stop or I'll cum in your mouth now."

I didn't listen and kept sucking and tugging at him. Within moments he had to push me away and insist I stop or he would ruin everything and dump in my mouth. He pushed me back and knelt on the floor between my legs, pressing his thumb against my clit and feeling the slick pussy juices pouring from me. I squealed a bit as he quickened his pace and nearly came as he fingered me. 

Not wanting to waste time he pulled in closer to me and I reached for his cock again. I would have liked to suck it some more but we were on a tight schedule and I didn't want to risk not having any evidence.

My pussy was most welcoming as he shoved his thick uncut cock into me. I arched my back slightly reveling in the feel of his familiar yet still vaguely foreign cock swell inside of me. He grasped my legs as I swung them up over his hips and pressed them back to gain easier access to my throbbing puss. I wanted to be able to cum too but knew that it wasn't going to take him but a few good thrusts before he would climax. Thankfully I was turned on enough by the whole taboo of the situation that I was on the verge of orgasming too! As he plunged into me I rubbed my clit hard with my finger. Just as I had expected, he clutched my thighs harder and pressed deep into me just as I began to cum. I felt his cock erupt as my pussy began spasming. We both chuckled at the speediness with which we were both able to get off. 

I didn't have time to lie around and bask in any afterglow. I jumped up and he offered me a towel to clean up. I wiped my hands and reached for my panties aware that if I didn't get in the car real soon I would spill the goodies and have nothing to bring darling hubby. I am not sure if he noticed that I didn't wipe up. I think it would turn him on to know what I was up to. 

Standing at the door we exchanged a few pleasantries about the upcoming weekend and suggested that we get together again soon, as a trio. He let me sip from his lemonade then I slipped out the door.

The drive was interminable! I had to drive across town to the train station, then back out to our home in the county all the while trying to clamp my pussy down to keep from spilling the fresh cream that filled my puss. 

My arrival home was none too soon! I couldn't hold it any longer! I dashed straight to our room. My husband followed me in and asked me, 

"Did you stop?"

I just smiled and slid my blouse off. He asked again and told me how horny he was thinking about me over at Mr. B's getting fucked by his friend. I kept smiling, not indicating whether or not I had stopped. But he knew. He could smell the sex on me. I slid my jeans off and lay across the bed. He came to stand in front of me and I drew his hard cock into my mouth. He was definitely turned on by the idea of me out fucking without him. I rolled over and let him see the large wet spot staining the crotch of my panties. He greedily leaned forward and licked at them as I grabbed a handful of his hair and rubbed the mingled cum of me and Mr. B all across his mouth and nose. He moaned in sheer ecstasy. 

My dirty little hubby, a complete pervert! And I...I loved it. I loved it as he began eating my pussy through my panties and slurping the cum out through the fabric. I loved it when he pulled them off and licked at the inside, then buried his face deep between my thighs, plunging his tongue into me to sweep out the salty sweet cum as it began to seep from all the folds and crevices. I loved it as he moaned and gazed up at me lovingly, lapping at the cream as it flowed freely for his expectant tongue.

He begged me to tell him about it. He wanted to hear the lurid details of how I spread myself for our friend to fuck. How I offered up my pussy to be wrecked then brought home obligingly to my doting husband's anxious tongue. He wanted to hear that I enjoyed being beneath another man as he thrust his cock into me. 

I told him how we were awkward and nervous yet excited to be alone together, naked with permission, directions to fuck. I told him how I could feel my juices streaming down my legs before Mr. B had even touched me. I told him how I had sucked his cock for just a few moments before he nearly erupted in my mouth. And I told him that it only took a few thrusts of another man's cock before I was cumming and could feel my pussy filling with a tasty cream pie to bring home.

He came up to kiss me and the taste of my juices mixed with Mr. B's were pleasant on my husband's lips. I sucked the bottom one into my mouth to savor it a little more. I wanted desperately for him to fuck me hard and long. To torment my pussy with his cock. To feel the warmth and wetness of his friend's cum sliding down his balls from my cunt. I wanted him to fuck me and regain possession of me. To claim me as his. And he did. He grabbed me and fucked me hard. But again the fervent sexual energy was too much and he exploded a short time later as well. 

I was not dismayed though as he made haste to begin licking at my cum drenched cunt again. I felt my own urgency build and grabbed his hand to shove into me. I wanted to feel him fist me. I told him that I had talked to a friend the night before about how she had fisted her plaything and I wanted to try it. I wanted my pussy to be stretched and beaten. But it wouldn't fit. I knew this to be true. No matter how soaked my cunt is, there is no way his hand will fit into me. However, this did not prevent him from digging in deep and massaging my g-spot until I was spurting all over the place. 

"Fuck yes! I love fucking! I love having cocks in me, lots of cocks! Different cocks! I love fucking and cumming! I am a cock junkie and I can't get enough" I panted as he brought me to another climax. "I love you. I love you so much, baby! Thank you. Come here and lay on top of me."

He laid his body over mine and I reached down to place his softening cock against my pussy. I love having my husband's body pressed against mine, relaxing his weight into me as I bask in the incredible post climatic high that follows a session of lovemaking with the man I love and would do anything for, even steal a cream pie.