0 comments/ 49161 views/ 9 favorites Taking All By: lilsubalex i awake, the sun dropping low in the sky outside the hotel window. my head resting on Your hip, my body between Your legs. Your leg over me, Your hand in my hair, my senses full of You - breathing in Your musky scent, opening my eyes to see Your flaccid cock in front of my face. my thoughts re-collect and i remember falling asleep after cleaning Your cock and balls and ass after cumming & cumming & cumming. As i awake, it occurs to me that my nipples are aching and my cunt lips are slightly sore and i feel well used. i sigh, remembering surrendering my body to You - begging You take me and take me and allow me to cum. i feel myself blushing from my nipples to my hair line. At the same time, i feel my wetness drooling out of my swelling cunt lips. i lean my head forward and lightly run my tongue up and down Your cock - i feel Your chuckle as much as i hear it ... "not enough yet, my lil alexslut?" i blush and smile and as i shake my head no, i suck Your cockhead into my mouth - feeling You swelling more & more... Your wrap Your hands in my hair and begin pumping Your cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, into my throat - i fight back my gag reflex and accept Your cock deep and feel You press forward - feeling Your cock swell more in my mouth as Your cum fills me. i gently clean Your cock and balls then slowly release Your cock, then look up at Your smiling face. "Master, may i ask You for something?" You look down at me and say" of course, my dear... you may *ask* for anything." i take a deep breath and say, "Master, will You take my ass?" You chuckle and say, "well, well, My dear, you have become quite anal-erotic haven't you? I seem to recall you believing you'd never want anal sex. " i feel myself blushing.... You go on, "you are going to have to give Me a few minutes little one.... but yes, I plan to." i breath very deeply and plunge on, "Master, yes, i want to feel Your hardness inside my ass, but..." You arch Your brows and say, "but??" "Yes, Master ... but, Master, but first i would like for You to cleanse me and make me Your slut," i stammer out in a rush of words and red face. "Are you asking me to give you an enema alexslut? I remember you saying you react very badly to them. That you are afraid of them. I agreed that it would be a limit that I was willing to respect for you - unless you required harsh punishment. Has that changed? Or wasn't it true to begin with?" i catch my breath and held it... it never occurred to me that You might ask me that - that You might think that... that You'd think I would have lied to You! "No, Master... not at all," I stammer... stuttering to get out the words & the rush of feelings, "i mean, yes Master, i am afraid! i am very scared of how i'll feel afterward. But, Master, i know it is something that You requested of me from the beginning... and... Master... i want to give all of me to You. i trust You Master... and more than that, i want to hold back nothing and give everything..." For a few moments You say nothing. Then You look at me and say, "you realize there will be a payment for making Me wait this long, don't you?" i nod, "Yes Master..." my eyes fill with tears... "i'm sorry Master..." "babe... look at me... " i look up at You - "Do you trust me?" i hold my breath and only nod. "Get the brown bag from my suitcase, your open cup bra and nipple rings then go to the bathroom and kneel by the shower." i scramble up off the bed, grab the brown shaving kit style bag from Your suitcase. The one that i was so curious about last night ... last night before You drew my attention elsewhere. Then hurry into the bathroom, putting the bag, bra and nipple rings on the counter to kneel and wait for You. You stroll into the bathroom, finding me kneeling, sitting back on my feet, my legs widely spreading, my hands on my thighs, palms up, with my shoulders back and tits lifting out. You smile at my compliance with Your instructions for this pose - this as You have trained me. You stop in front of me and hand me the bra. i look at You questioningly. "Put in on," You say. i work the straps around my tits, pulling them through the openings, close the clasp and sliding my arms through the arm holes, slipping them onto my shoulders. i reach down to adjust the straps surrounding my tits from the very base to further out on my tit flesh to lessen the pressure on them. "Stop, pet" You tell me. "I want them bound by the straps." i blush and i feel my heart beating faster. That endearment always draws a submissive rush from me --- I grin to myself, they all do --- but that one is so, possessive ... i glance over at the counter and see my nipple rings and think of how tight the straps fit around my tits, how they make me feel bound, how they make the skin on my tits feel tight ... and imagining how my nipples will feel once the rings are added to them. i feel my cunt spasm with the thoughts... i know my wetness that is pooling on my pouting lips will be running down my legs soon at this rate. You follow my gaze and You grin slowly and widely, "Yes, little slut... they will feel so much tighter on Your sensitive nipples than usual. And Your lil nips are already a bit sore aren't they?" You reach down and pinch my right nipple, i gasp at the sudden pain. You pick up one of the silver circles and pull it open slightly and squeeze it closed tightly on my sensitive nipple as i gasp loudly closing my hands into fist atop my spread open thighs. "Steady," You say. Then quickly, harshly pinch the other nipple and put the ring on it tightly. i gasp and close my eyes for a moment to adjust to the sensations. You walk around me and open the glass door to the shower, turning it on and adjusting the water. i look up at You, wondering what You are doing... are we showering now? You look down at me, "the first part of your payment for making me wait, My pet, is to be waiting here, playing with your clit while I shower." my eyes fill with tears, i look down at Your feet to hide the emotion i know is so obviously showing in them. i so loved showering with You last night and this morning and we have so few days together... but i know i deserve to pay for putting You off all this time with my fear. i nod, "Yes Master, i understand." i feel Your fingers under my chin, lifting my face to look up at Yours - "and, you are NOT to cum. Understand?" i quickly nod... "Yes, Master!" "Now, alexslut, rub your clit for Me." i blush deeper as i realize You are going to watch me ... i've never done this in front of anyone before! This is so much different than when we have been online - even though then You know what i am doing - to have You watch ... i hesitate for just a split second. But i see the look on Your face... and shift my right hand to my spread legs and begin rubbing my clit - gasping at how hard and sensitive it already is! You open the door and get in the shower. i watch You begin to wash Yourself. i feel jealous at the water sluicing over Your body without me, the water flowing over Your skin where i want my hands to be. Seeing it run down and off Your cock - my mouth watering as i so want to taste Your cock in my mouth again... gasping as i feel my muscles tightening as my body begins to rocket toward orgasm, the rings bouncing on the hard nubs of my nipples, the thought crosses my mind for a split second of getting them pierced for You, i moan, feel my cunt tighten & spasm --- "Master!" "No, alexslut ... DO NOT cum... Stop rubbing Your clit and stroke Your cunt slowly." You sternly tell me. i obey You but i feel my muscles tensing and tensing.... concentrating so hard on not cumming, i don't hear the shower stop until i hear the door open. "Stop now." i hurridly and, both regretfully & thankfully - thankful that i won't disobey You - stop. You dry off and walk to the bag on the sink. i hear the bag's zipper... wondering ... i see You draw out what looks to be a hot water bottle, with a long tube and then i see the tip... i look up at Your face, wonderingly... "Master.. You knew... how did You know?" You smile at me... "alexslut... We are that way..." The rush of emotion is so sudden and so unexpected that the tears fill and overflow my eyes so quickly that i don't even anticipate them. i gasp and drop my head to both see and feel the teardrops splash on my hardened tits. i see You squat in front of me in between my wide spread legs, You lean forward and, extending Your tongue, lick the small wet splatters off first my right breast... then my left. You lift my chin and kiss each cheek softly, then even more softly - each eye. i shudder slightly. You gently kiss my lips, running Your tongue lightly over the line where they meet. my chin shivers from the emotions coursing through me. You look into my eyes, "I know, baby, I know." We stay like that for a few moments, looking into each others eyes. Then You rise up and turn to the sink. You turn on the water, "hmmm, for Your first time, warm water, my little girl." i shiver and blush more... my nipples hardening more under the rings. i am astounded at how beautiful You are standing there, naked, the water from Your hair glistening slightly in the light. i feel the wetness inside me flow more quickly watching You ... thinking of how Your body feels against mine. The sheer joy of belonging to You swamping me. After bending to test the water on Your tongue, You hold the bag under the spout and begin filling it. When it is about half full, You reach into the brown bag and pull out a small bottle. i tip my head to the side and squint my eyes a bit, wondering what it is. You turn to me and smile, "curious, pet?" i nod. "peppermint soap. Soothing & stimulating while it cleanses." i sniff deeply and smell the mint smell then blush as i feel my cunt absolutely run wet! You grin, bend and reach between my legs feeling my wetness, "well, yes... the smell does make you wet, doesn't it, love? Remind you of all the times you've used it to stay minty fresh for your Master, My little slut?" i blush and say, "Yes, Master. It reminds me that I'm a slut for You every day, Master." You smile and turn back to place the bag back under the spout and finish filling it. "There, a quart, that will be a good start for this one," You say. "This one?!" i think. "Yes, this one, alexslut," You say, causing me to wonder if i spoke aloud. "We will have to rinse after we wash," You chuckle at me. "Okay, pet... we are ready. Last chance to change Your mind." i pause for only a split second to shake my head no and say, "No Master.... Please.... Please ... i want to be totally Yours Master. i know i've been holding back - i don't want to withhold anything from You Master." You step forward and bending over, kiss me on the forehead. Then, "turn and kneel facing the other way." i do. "Now, over onto your elbows, that's it. Now spread your legs wide, arch your back deeply, lift Your ass high in the air and lower your head to the ground." i do.. and breath in deeply. "Oh, almost forgot," You say in an almost sing-song voice, "the rest of your payment!" Uh oh!! i watch as You reach again into the brown bag, wondering what it could possibly be. my eyes widen and i drop my mouth open in shock as i see the large butt plug in Your hand. i can't even connect thoughts. None of my plugs are as large! It is even bigger than my medium large that stretches me so much and makes me feel stuffed!! You set the plug on the ground next to my left knee. Then You pull out a tube of lubricant. i watch as You lube the huge plug and then the end of the applicator on the tubing to the bag. You attach the bag by a hook to the towel bar on the wall above and to my right. You place Your hand on my lower back, just above the crack of my ass. "Now baby, I want you to breath deeply, in and out for me, 3 times." On the second breath You tell me, "alexslut, lower your shoulders to the ground, reach behind you and spread your cheeks wide apart for Me." o shudder with embarrassment, yet under it, i feel the pull to obey You and the rush of sexual response to the humiliation i feel at exposing myself this way for You. i pull my cheeks as widely apart as i can, feeling my vulnerability to my soul. "Mmmmm.. lovely, my pet." i gasp in shock as i feel the wetness from Your hair touch my ass cheeks and the warmer wetness of Your tongue as it slides over my ass hole. "yes, little one, your cunt has runneth over," You laugh at Yourself as i blush even more. "Here we go, love," i feel the tip of the applicator press against my most private, personal of places. i catch and hold my breath at what You are doing to me. Then i release it... almost on a sob, as the words rush out, "oh, please Master... please slide it into me - fill me with the water - clean out Your slut - please Master let me please You this way!! Then oh god, please, Master, please take me and fuck me! i want to feel Your cock in my ass, sliding in and out of me... stretching me - then filling my insides with Your cum!!! Please Master!!" i finish on a plea to You, lifting my ass higher, pressing back against the tip, beginning to impale my self on it. You press against my back, "hold on alexslut, as usual you want too much too fast, trust Me." i breath deeply and try to steady myself, yet pull my ass cheeks infinitesimally more open for You. i feel the tip slide further into my ass, further until it is fully in. "Another deep breath alexslut." i do, and then gasp as i feel the warmth of the water flowing slowly into my ass. i shudder as i feel my insides beginning to full then gasp as the first cramp hits me. "Easy baby" u feel Your hand on my belly rubbing gently, the cramp subsiding, then another arising as You keep rubbing me gently. i feel my belly expanding and expanding and expanding. i look at my stomach and gasp in shock - i look pregnant! A lot pregnant!!! i glance upside down at Your face - see You smile at me. "you're doing well little one, just a little bit more" i bite my lip as i wonder how i can take ANY more, but i hold on. Then i feel the applicator being pulled out of my ass. Feel the urge to empty my bowels building. i start to pull up with a moan. "No alexslut!" i stop and look at You. "your payment, remember?" i watch as You pick up the huge plug, "oh, Master...." "What, girl? Something you wish to say?" You ask sharply. i shake my head no, yet dreading what comes next. You push the tip of the intruder against my twitching ass hole, then begin to push in. i feel a huge cramp beginning, You somehow know and at the same time You are pushing the giant plug into my quivering rectum, You rub my tummy again. "Steady..." i feel my ass spreading open to the plug, praying i'll be able to hold the water inside me and not completely humiliate myself by having it flow out as You are pushing the plug into me. The plug spreads me more & more until i'm sure i can spread no more and i feel as if i'm tearing apart and then suddenly the plug pops into my ass and my hole grasps tightly around the smaller, but by no means small base! I moan loudly, "Master.........." then wiggle around. You stand and turn away from me and i panic, "Master?!" "alexslut - breath! Where is Your trust in Me?" You chide me. Then You step to the sink and grab Your shaving cream. i watch You wonderingly. "Now, slut. The final part of your payment to Me for making Me wait. you will stay just like that. Belly filled, ass filled. Head down, ass up." You pause, "while I shave." i gasp loudly then moan, "Master..." "Quiet!" You say sharply. Then You set about spraying the foam into Your hand and spreading it over Your face and neck. i watch You, enthralled with Your ritual. You glance down at me and chuckle, "it is a beautiful sight My alexslut. But you may release your ass cheeks now." i feel the humiliation course through me. God, i had forgotten i was holding myself spread open to Your gaze! Then another cramp grabs me! i bite my lip and try hard to hold on as i watch You unhurriedly shave. Suddenly it occurs to me, beneath the cramping in my belly... oh god... my clit is throbbing. Hard... throbbing!!!!! i am incredibly turned on by this! i moan again. You glance down at me, hearing the difference from a moan of discomfort to a moan of erotic pleasure. Laughing again, "yes, you are turning into quite the nasty little anal slut aren't you?" I shudder, blush and nod --- all at the same time. i am so lost in the feelings i don't hear You at first. "baby... I am going to help you up onto the toilet now." i nod gratefully. You slide Your arm under my chest - i gasp as Your arm grazes my hard and oh so sensitive tits, making the rings bounce crazily. Then You place Your other hand under my arm and begin to lift me. i feel so awkward and ungainly - so embarrassed to have You see me this way - i never want You to see me this ugly!! You bite me lightly on the shoulder, "stop that," You say. "You are Mine. You are always beautiful!" i gasp as the tears burn my eyes, as You know what i'm thinking - feeling - again. You turn me and sit me on the toilet seat. You push my legs wide apart. You reach under me and grab the end of the plug in my ass. my eyes widen and i forget to breath as i realize what You mean to do. What You mean for me to do. There is no way i'll be able to hold back the screaming pressure long enough for You to exit the bathroom and close the door after the plug is out of my ass!! i shake my head no, "Master, please," i begin to plead. "Stop that, alexslut." You say, looking right in my eyes. "All of you is Mine. Nothing will you hide from Me. Nothing." I shake - from the tremendous pressure in my bowels and for this deeper opening of my soul to You. i nod. i feel the plug being pulled from my ass, sliding out, the base, the widest part stretching me again, i moan. Then i feel it slide all the way clear of my body. i tense up, not able to let the explosion loose from inside me. You reach between my widely spread legs, between my open cunt lips and begin to rub my hard, exposed, sensitive clit and suddenly, i feel the rush of the liquid firing out of my bowels into the toilet. i close my eyes, Your finger flies over my clit as I rocket toward orgasm. i moan loudly, piteously, i know it is impossible for me to hold back from cumming. You lean forward and breath against my mouth. "Cum slut. Cum for your Master, now!" i do... i cum explosively, my cunt jamming forward to Your hand... moaning, crying, "Master, oh Master, oh Masterrrrrrrrrrrrr" as the feelings rush through me and liquid runs from my ass. i shake and shake. Then i feel You pressing a cool, damp clothe against my straining hole. Feel You spreading light kisses over my face. "Very good baby. Very good. Breath for Me." i shudder and try to even my breathing to a calmer pace. "alexslut?" i open my eyes and look at Your face. "We must rinse you out now." i moan softly, but nod. You help me up and back on my knees. "Rest a moment, love, while I prepare it." i watch as You adjust the temperature of the water and from a different bottle from Your bag, pour some liquid into the bag. You look at me, "peppermint oil to soothe you babe." i smile softly at Your loving gesture and know that the smell will so much be a part of me of You! You turn the water off and come to kneel behind me. "Now, little one, this time the reaction will be much faster. You will feel the urge to expel nearly immediately." i nearly panic, thinking of the plug again. "No babe..... just the water this time. In, then we'll get you right up. Ready?" i nod, gratefully, then reach back and spread my cheeks open for You, "yes Master, i'm ready." Taking All of Me I am standing in front of you. I hold you in my arms, and me in yours. Our lips meet and we kiss, softly sensuously. I can't withhold my affection and trail my soft lips around your face, from ear to ear. Nuzzling and cooing my delight to have you so close. I slowly unbutton your shirt and draw it back from your shoulders down your arms and off your body. You stand there smiling with me as I begin to kiss the exposed flesh and explore ways to arouse my lover. Your composure is astonishing as my hands find the waistband of your pants and my lips attach to your nipple. The belt loosens and the pants are lowered, while my sucking lips on your nipple cause my juices to flow for you, and a slight moan of your pleasure escapes your lips. I slide down your front with your pants, trailing my kisses down your chest and below your stomach. I arrive at your feet on my knees, and bowing low I unfasten your shoes and remove them and your socks, before drawing your pants down and removing them also. You are standing above me, wearing only boxers that are tented out in front with my pleasure treasure. I sit back onto my haunches, before arising to meet my cock, while sliding your boxers off. I hold the object of my desire in my hands and look into the slit, as a dollop of clear pre-come appears at the hungry head. I annoint my forehead with the come and draw your cock down the bridge of my nose until the oozing slit arrives at my mouth. The clear fluids sweet essence coats my tongue and I suck gently on the head to draw more into my mouth. I kneel at your feet with my mouth wrapped tightly around your cock making and O shape, and I look up into your sweet face and you sense my need to please you. I take your hands from your sides and place them at my ears, inserting your index fingers for a better hold, then I reach and grasp your ass cheeks and fuck my face with your cock. You are allowing me to do all the work as I pull you deep in me and then pull you out again. I work at getting the rythmn and then start to clench my ass, as I fuck my face. The face pounding has my pussy leaking come down my thighs and I force your cock down my throat and hold it there swallowing, while my ass clenches to an orgasm. My deep throat and swallow has made men shoot easily, but your stamina doesn't waver and I return to sucking as my come winds down. I look into your smile seeing the pleasure my orgasm brings you. I ask you to spread your legs and I crawl under you to suck your fat ball sac into my mouth and taste your musk. Another moan escapes your lips and I am sure that you are pleased with my work. I turn and slide my face into the crevice of your ass and seek the pucker of my lover. I find it and bathe it in my saliva, tasting the texture and sweetness of your ass. I pierce you with my tongue and pump my tongue in and out, tasting the essence. I clench my ass, again, as I beginto come with my tongue in you. You feel me coming and speak the first time, telling me what a good fuck I am. Your words, cause another burst of come in me and I am ready to be taken. I stand and draw you towards the bed, stopping short and turning I ask you to please, fuck your slut where she needs it the most. I turn and bend over the bed exposing my pink. I ask you to fuck me and you do. You slide him in. Out until only the outer ring holds him and then smoothly in all the way to the base. My moaning signals my pleasure and I begin to rotate my hips to seduce the cock into my ass. I have lubed well and you see that my ass is finally ready for your pleasure. You ask me whose ass this is, and I hiss back that it is your ass to fuck. What should I do? He should take his ass and fuck it. Why? Because I am your slut, and I need your cock deep inside my ass. Why? To complete me and give me purpose in pleasing you. To feel my ass filled by your cock and filled more by the hot come you will deposit deep inside me. My answers pour out as you ask me the questions and I feel another come building as I come at your touch. My ass is open, you line your cock head up and slide it gently in, until the ridge at the helmet head disappears. You sense my total fullness and pause to allow my ass to open. My head is resting on the bed my legs spread and my ass high in the air for your pleasure, I concentrate on relaxing my doors for your entry. Your hands steady my hips and you push deeper to fill my insides with cock. As I feel able, I begin to push back onto the shaft pushing the head far past my widening ring, until you have begun to bump my behind with your pubis. A sigh of completely filled contentment escapes. I ask you to have your way with your slut. You do! Long slow deliberate strokes going all the way to my depths and then all the way back out until I feel the ridge with my inner door. I am in ecstacy on your shaft. I am being ridden softly toward another come, this time around your cock in my ass and the clenching of my ring around your cock signals that you have pleased yourself to make me come, again. No man has ever made me come this hard, this often and from only an assfucking. I am given over to the pleasure and ripple my come around the shaft and head of the cock. I feel your pressure begin to build and that sends me into another orgasm anticipating the first deposit of your seed into your slut's round behind. I start to push back when you push in and the growing cock pushes deeper, stretching me to accept the seed. Your pace quickens gradually until you are pounding my ass into willing submission and I come. You are ready to shoot now and you grab my hips and pull me onto your cock as I push you deeper still and you burst forth your orgasm. I feel the hot jets painting my insides and push the cock deeper still as spurt after spurt fill me throughout your pounding. You don't stop when the squirting does, though. You continue to pump the juice in and through my ass, spreading the come to mark your private place inside me. Supporting me with your hands you slowly lower my rag doll body to the bed and continue to pump my open ass. Your cock eventually softens and slips out of your new hole, and you roll me over to stop the come from seeping into my pussy. I take the warm washcloth from the bed table and clean all the residue from your cock. I rinse it in the basin and continue until your cock is suckably clean. Then I suck it. I load the softened member in my mouth and work my lips and tongue to revive the flesh for my satisfaction. My diligence is rewarded and soon my lover's cock is ready to take what is his. I ask you to take my plug, cleaned and ready, and plug my come-filled ass. It slips in and I clench my shrinking ass around the base and ask you to fuck your slut's cunt. You comply and I am treated to my first DP. My cunt comes as you enter and continues for as long as you are able to plunge my cunt. The body is given over to pleasure and I am a quivering mass of come as you find your second release of the night deep in my cunt. Now I am fulfilled by you, lover. All my holes well-used by your cock, and my two holes filled with your creamy seed. I lay here in your arms, warm come leaking out of my pussy onto my thighs and ass. My ass fillled with your come and my buddy holding your wonderful juice in me until I awaken. Taking All i feel Your hand on my ass, then the applicator sliding into my hole, the water sliding into me. The cramping beginning, Your hand rubbing my tummy again, then my clit. i gasp! The need to empty is so strong!!!! The water stops. "Let go of your cheeks alexslut." i do... i whimper, "Master!" You grab me, lift & turn me and sit me down on the toilet. i feel the pressure releasing as my bowels empty almost as soon as my legs touch the seat. i moan and whimper - still mortified that You are there witnessing this, yet so grateful to share this most intimate of moments with You. Surrendering even this privacy to You! After a few moments, You again get a damp clothe and pat my quivering hole with it. As You draw Your hand back between my legs, it slides between my spread cunt lips and against my clit - i gasp, "Master, god Master!!" You lean forward and kiss me. Then You rinse another clothe and wipe my face. Of a sudden i feel my tits tightening more... god! i'd forgotten them! Like You know exactly what i'm feeling, i watch, and feel, Your fingertips grazing over my throbbing nip tips beyond the rings swaying from them. Then You lean over and run Your tongue over my right nip, the ultra-sensitive one, and opening Your mouth to encompass the ring into it You close down behind where the ring holds my pink nip and bite down as You watch my face. i whimper... then moan... then arch my back --- offering my swollen tits to You. You take them, biting harder!!! i feel it in my clit... oooooohhhhhhhhhh . You release it and taking my hands, drawing me to my feet. You walk me into the bedroom, stopping me at the bench at the end of the bed. You grab pillows and tell me to get on the bench on my knees facing the headboard. You pile the pillows on the bench. You lean forward, run Your tongue over my ear then bite the lobe. i tilt my head to the side to give You full access. "Now," You whisper next to my ear, "now, I take your slut ass and make it completely Mine. I promise you, little slut of Mine, You will never forget My cock in your ass, fucking you, claiming you, branding you as Mine. Forever." i feel the shiver flow through me that is Your words, "oh please, Master, please, take Your slut... use her ass for Your pleasure... stretch it... fill out.... ram it... then oh please oh god... please Master................. mark my insides with the heat of Your cum!!" Your hands push me forward... "spread slut." i do. i spread my legs, and reach back to spread my cheeks wide for Your invasion and conquest of me. The one i have so anticipated. So dreaded. So longed for. So needed. So craved! "Please Master... please now... put Your hard cock into me!!!!" i hear the lid on the tube snap open as You squeeze lube on Your cock. Coating the huge head with it, then squeezing a dollop onto my ass hole and working it into my ass with 2 fingers. "Thank You Master," i am thankful that You thought of lube... i am so wracked up that i didn't even think of it! Suddenly, i feel the soft skin of Your hardness pressing against my dark hole. As much as i want this... need this... i still tense. "Shush baby. Push out for Me. Help Me inside you" i do as You say... don't i always?! And as i push out i feel Your cockhead pressing into me, then popping inside my ring of muscle. You have me trained so well Master... i moan deeply at the feeling.... "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Master... more please Master. i want all of Your fabulous huge cock inside my ass ---" i press back toward You, feeling Your cock slipping into me, spreading me. It hurts, but oh Master.... "more please, give it all to me!" i press back harder, opening my ass as much as i can... as You have trained me to do.... Flexing the muscle open as i press back. i hear, i feel You moan, "god alexslut... you have accepted and practiced your training well My little cock slut" "Master... yes ... oh yes for You" i slide my hips forward, slightly, grasping Your cock tightly with my muscles. i am rewarded by Your gasping moan and the feeling of Your cock swelling more inside my ass, Your hands tightening on my hips. Then, You began to fuck my ass... in and out. Slowly at first, then more quickly.. and i feel it... the beginning of my orgasm from Your ass fucking of Your slut. i moan out, "Master!!!! God oh Master, may Your slut cum for You?!" "No slut... not yet... hold it back!!" "Master, please Master, my love!!! i've waited so long to feel the strength of Your cock fucking my ass. Master, am i pleasing You Master? Does this slut.. Your slut... please You?" You moan out, "yes alexslut... you are much pleasing Your Master!!" i feel Your cock swelling, impossibly bigger... impossibly huge. Filling me, taking all the space within me. Removing the space between us!! "Master!!" "Now My little pet slut! Now! Cum for Me as I fill Your ass with my cum!!" i feel my body exploding around Your cock, my cum rushing out of my cunt, my cunt spasming... moaning, crying, "Master! Master! Thank You Master! Thank You Master!" And i feel it... i feel Your cum splashing inside my body, i hear You roar "Mine! My slut!!" i cry out... "Master... may...i ... cum ... again for YOU?!" You moan into me, "Yes slut... cum again. Let Me feel your muscles milking My cock with your orgasm!" i do... hard... arching up and back and squeezing and spreading around You... then into You... Then i collapse forward onto the bed and You come with me, wrapping Your arms around me pulling me tightly against Your chest to cuddle me. "Mine!" You say. "Mine!" "Mine." i smile as i fall asleep pressing against You - Your cock still part of me. my soul Yours. Yours. Taking Amy Ch. 01 We had agreed to meet at a convenient hotel in early evening. I had arrived earlier and had checked-in, showered and changed. I waited in the car park for Amy to arrive. She came a few minutes later… and we went into the pub together. Amy looked a little flushed … I guessed that was because of what we both expected to come later … or perhaps because I knew what she had promised to wear under her tight, black, leather skirt. She was also wearing a very loose blouse with just the two bottom buttons done up, the top two open – giving a good view of her cleavage. Her black bra showed very clearly through the blouse – I always love it when a slut dresses like that for me. Amy’s outfit was completed by her black stockings and black high-heeled boots. I hadn’t yet seen the thong under that leather skirt – but the skirt was short enough and tight enough that I was pretty sure that it wouldn’t be long before I saw it! I bought some drinks from the bar – the barman looked Amy up and down carefully – he didn’t say anything but I could see that he liked what he saw too. Then we sat down in a quiet corner to talk. Amy had done as I had asked … I wanted to make sure she could look and dress to please me – Lady or Slut - in addition to being a submissive whore in private. We talked about meeting at last … and our mutual interests in BDSM. We were both anticipating the fun to come … she had told me a little of her previous experience … Amy liked being used like a piece of junk … being degraded and humiliated … and we were both keen to enjoy some similar experiences together. And I was already sure that it wouldn’t be long before we did just that … we both seemed to recognise straight away that the “chemistry” was right … neither of us would be “walking away”. It was time for a slut “test”. The bar wasn’t too busy. I said … “Amy, nobody is looking our way. I want you to give me a flash – nothing too obvious – I just want to make sure that you are a true slut and are ready to please me”. I noticed with pleasure that she didn’t look around first – she just did what I had asked. She duly uncrossed and then slowly crossed her legs – giving me a more-than-fleeting glimpse of stocking-tops, bare thighs and a lacy black thong. It wasn’t difficult to flash in that skirt – but she made sure I got a real eyeful! Slut Amy clearly knew exactly what she was doing! During the next few minutes, she did it twice more for good measure – she was clearly enjoying herself! What a wonderful slut she is! My cock was already very hard. I wanted to fuck her soon – but I was already thinking that it would be fun to take her out somewhere later and have her give a “show” to other men in a bar somewhere – she didn’t have to move much for that – and seeing her bending over would be very “interesting”! It was time to take her upstairs … “Amy, I want to take you upstairs, my dirty slut. I want to use you. Are you ready to submit for my pleasure?” She smiled and blushed – the first time I had directly addressed her as “slut”. She didn’t hesitate at all – she was ready to be used, humiliated and degraded - she just nodded. We both finished our drinks and headed for the lift. We were soon alone in the lift … a great opportunity to start using her. I reached out casually and put my hand up her skirt between her legs … I think she was surprised … but she just laughed and tried to open her legs more for me – not easy in that tight skirt - another good sign of a truly submissive slut. We were soon in our room with the door locked behind us. I asked … “Do you want to freshen up, my dirty slut?” Amy said .. “Yes, please. I won’t be long!” … and went into the bathroom. She was soon back. I was sitting on the bed. Amy came and stood in front of me … her arms at her sides. I sat there … just admiring her body and that wonderful “total slut” outfit. Then I started groping her as she continued to stand submissively. Then I told her to pull up her skirt for me … slowly. Amy obeyed … pulling her skirt up slowly, as instructed. I just sat there admiring the view. Then I reached out and felt between her legs again … her thong was already wet. Then I said … “Hold that pose my beautiful slut!” … it was time to start taking pics. I took several pics from different angles … straight in front, slightly to the side, down low looking up at her … and then up close! Then I said … “Now ‘strut your stuff’ for me please!” Amy duly obliged … hands on hips …then arms crossed over her chest. Then she posed looking coy. Then licking her lips. Then looking over her shoulder very suggestively. Then I said … “Amy, bend over slowly from the waist with your hands on the bed” … and I again took several pics as her skirt gradually exposed more. When she had bent over fully, her thong was the only covering for her ass and cunt. I took several more pics as she stood there silently. Then I pulled the thong to one side and took some more. Then I pulled the thong down a few inches and took more. I knew she would feel humiliated that she was doing all this for me less than an hour after we had met. And she felt even more humiliated as I pulled her thong all the way off … and then examined her cunt and ass up close … pulling her buttocks apart to get a better view. Then I slipped one finger slowly into her cunt. Amy was already very, very wet … a true slut enjoying herself as she was used for my pleasure. Amy had told me that she had a tight cunt … and she wasn’t wrong … it was wet and tight … and ready for my use … quite soon now. I told Amy to take her blouse and skirt off … again slowly, whilst I took more pics. She did as instructed … pausing several times as she did so in order that I could find a good pose for her. She clearly had the makings of a really good sub slut! Then I took a few more pics of her in various poses with her in bra, stockings and those high-heeled boots … she looked very good and clearly enjoys playing the slut. She looked particularly good bending forward … showing her tits off very nicely! Then it was time to get those lovely tits out. I undid her bra – and released her lovely tits – and gave them a good feel. The nipples were small and very perky … begging for attention … I twisted them a few times and pulled them. I would come back to them later. Amy’s lovely, full boobs looked even better hanging like that. I took several more pics of her from various angles … she posed very well … clearly enjoying the tarty poses … holding them both … pinching her own nipples … licking the nipples … and her eyes half-closed as if in a different world. My cock was bulging even more by now … it was time for Amy to give me some service … I wanted her mouth first … that lovely, tight, wet cunt would get plenty of attention later. Then I told her … “You look good enough to fuck, my dirty slut … but first, I want you to kneel down and suck and lick my cock slowly … there is no hurry. When I cum, I want you to retain as much as possible in your mouth. I will then want to take some more pics of you with a mouthful of my cum”. Then I undressed completely as she waited … kneeling submissively … I wanted to give her time to think how slutty she would look and feel … I wanted to maximise her humiliation. Then I stood in front of her and held her head. Amy started sucking my cock … and I told her exactly what I wanted … in deep … then licking the shaft … then sucking the head … running her tongue around the head … eagerly licking drops of pre-cum from the tip … on and on … her head bobbing up and down as she did as she was told … she didn’t need much encouragement! I occasionally pulled my hips back and fucked her slutty mouth for a few strokes before telling her to carry on sucking and licking. I could see her reflection in the wall mirror … still wearing her stockings and high-heeled boots … dressed for my pleasure … her tits moving slightly as her head bobbed as she kept sucking and licking … Amy, the perfect slut giving her all to please me! Then I told her …”I will cum soon, my dirty whore … please do not swallow”. Amy nodded without pausing as she kept sucking, kissing and licking my hard cock. And she kept on going … obediently licking and sucking my bulging cock over and over again. I kept telling her what a wonderfully dirty slut she was … a real “natural” … born to be a slut … truly happy when being used … as her head kept bobbing up and down.. And then I was cumming … I held her head tightly as my first spurt went shooting into her mouth … telling her again as I did so that she must not swallow … my balls kept pumping jets of my hot and sticky cum into her mouth … splashing all around inside it. Amy was doing her best not to swallow … half gagging as my cock spurted several more times. When I had finished, I pulled my hips slowly backwards … telling Amy … “Do not spill any of my cum, my lovely slut”. Then I told her … “Now tip your head back a little and open your mouth” .. so that I could take some more pics of all the cum around her tongue, gums and teeth. Amy looked like a total slut … posing happily as I clicked away. Then I switched the camera to video mode and told her … “Now slowly tip your head forward to the upright position … whilst pulling your cheeks in to squeeze my cum from your mouth” … so that it ran down her chin. I kept the video running until there was no more running out of her mouth. Then I took some still pics of her cum-covered chin …as the cum started running down onto and between her tits. I took several more close-up pics of my cum on Amy’s face and tits. When I had taken enough pics, I held her head again … and wiped the tip of my cock slowly over both of her cheeks … my “trade-mark” with a new slut … leaving a thin strand of cum on each cheek … I was marking my territory … Amy was my slut now. Small drops of cum were still forming at the tip of my cock … I wiped my cock in her hair as she bent her head submissively… and then I told her to lick my cock softly until it was completely clean … Amy again obeyed without question … the perfect slut … very obviously pleased with her work … still dressed to please … and cum running down her face. My wonderful new slut, Amy! And soon, I’d be giving her lovely, tight, wet cunt the attention it deserved … ================================================== Comments PLEASE if you want to hear more about Amy Taking Amy Ch. 02 I had decided to take Amy out for a day in the country – a day in my favourite forest to be more accurate. I had made some "arrangements" in advance – but hadn't told Amy about them. All she knew was that we were going to the forest and that I wanted to take a lot more pics of her. I had told her to wear her short, tight leather skirt again – and that skimpy white blouse and black bra – that outfit really deserved some more attention! And those lovely big tits of hers were almost falling out whenever she bent forward. We arrived and I parked in the usual place under some trees. It was still quiet with just a few other parked cars - and no sign of the owners - so I decided to take the first few pics in the car park. "Amy, my slut, I want to take some pics here whilst we have the car park to ourselves. Open your door as if getting out." I went around to her side of the car and posed her with her with one leg out and one still in the car – and a lovely "nice girl" smile. I took a few pics from different angles. Then I posed her with her legs slightly further apart – her skirt already riding up and showing the tops of her stockings – for the next few pics. Her smile was more "come hither" now. Then I posed her sitting sideways on the front seat with her legs pulled up – a very slutty view with stocking-tops completely exposed, along with the backs of her thighs and the tiny black strip of her lacy thong. I took several pics from various angles – including some close-ups. Amy was smiling and laughing – clearly enjoying the "horny slut" poses to the full. Then we left the car and walked down the path past the lake. Amy was wearing heels, as instructed. They weren't really suitable for the forest – but she wouldn't be walking far. I was carrying a bag with a rug, a bottle of wine, a couple of well-wrapped glasses and my camera. I'd also put my portable tripod in – just in case I needed it. We walked a short way, then turned off of the path and through a few trees to a small clearing that I knew. I spread the rug out on the ground, opened the wine and poured us a glass each. Then I posed Amy for some more pics – very easy to find erotic poses in that outfit – particularly with her sitting on the rug in that short skirt – it was impossible to sit without exposing her stocking-tops and the bare thighs above them. "Amy, sit on the rug with one leg stretched out and one bent please." Amy obeyed – another very slutty pic with Amy looking very needy – and very ready for fucking! "Now sit with your knees pulled up please, my dirty slut." Amy obeyed again – looking very horny, very slutty and very definitely in need of fucking urgently. I took several pics from different angles as she posed, moving her head and arranging her long hair at my direction. "Now sit with your legs spread for me, Amy!" Amy spread her legs and I posed her in several positions. Her skirt was so short that they weren't really "up-skirt" shots – but still very sensual. I could see that her thong was already wet. "Now pull your thong to one side, Amy – be my filthy whore!" Amy did as she was told – pulling her thong to one side and smiling wickedly – clearly enjoying every minute. Her shaven pussy looked so good – her slit already open and ready for more. I took several more pics ... some very close ... clearly showing her wet cunt. My cock was even harder by now – I would need to use her soon ... but I hadn't decided which hole yet. "Now remove your thong completely please, Amy! But do it slowly ... I want to take some pics as you do it." Amy duly obliged .. pausing frequently as I moved around her .. a great series of pics ... worthy of any "slut of the month" set! "Now I want you to pose on all fours for me please, Amy – I want to see more of your cunt and arse before I fuck you!" Amy quickly assumed the all-fours position and I again took several pics as she moved around ... sometimes looking over her shoulder ... sometimes with legs as far apart as she could get them... all very slutty positions. I heard a noise close by and looked around to see my friends Steve and Fay approaching – they knew where to come since we had used this particular spot before and I had told them what I had in mind. "Amy, my dirty slut, these are my friends Steve and Fay. They'd like to watch us playing. You don't need to hold anything back. I've told them that you are my new whore and that you will do just about anything to please me. Steve has brought his camera - he will take some pics of you and I playing. Fay might join in later too." Amy was still on all fours, looking over her shoulder at Steve and Fay. She smiled at them and wiggled her bottom for Steve's benefit - although she noticed that Fay seemed interested too. I decided that it was time to remove Amy's blouse and bra - partly so that Steve and Fay could see Amy's lovely full tits. I told her to stand and take them off. Amy did as she was told - enjoying the chance to flaunt her body for these strangers. She stood with her shoulders back ... making her ripe tits stand out even more. I could see that her nipples were hard. Steve was already taking pics. I went around behind Amy and put my arms around her so that I could cup her soft, full tits in my hands. I squeezed them - holding the nipples between two fingers - enjoying the soft flesh and those lovely hard nipples. Steve was clicking away - as I turned my attention fully to Amy's nipples - holding each one between thumb and fingers and squeezing them hard - then twisting them a few times. Amy just stood there in the forest - naked from the waist up - her tits being fondled and nipples squeezed by me - with Steve taking pics. She seemed to look even more slutty like that - her short leather skirt, black stockings and heels in such contrast to her exposed bust. It was time to fuck her now - I was certainly more than ready - and slut Amy was "wet and willing". I led Amy to the almost-flat and thick branch that was perfect for fucking. I bent her over it - her tits hanging down on one side - her cunt and arse again exposed as her short leather skirt rode up. I invited Steve to take some more pics - Steve was soon crouching behind Amy taking some "pussy" shots from close up - then moving around and getting some pics of her full breasts hanging down on the other side of the branch. Slut Amy just smiled for the camera as I undid my trouser fly and got my bulging cock out. I decided to use her mouth first - mostly because I knew Amy was superb at sucking cock - and I wanted Steve to get some good pics for me too. She gave me a few minutes of sucking and licking - running her tongue around the rim - lovingly licking my pre-cum from the tip as only a total slut can - then taking the whole shaft deep in her mouth before pursing her lips and pulling her head slowly backwards - and then starting all over again. Then I pulled my cock out and moved back around to the other side of the branch. "Amy, I'm going to fuck you now, my dirty slut ... I want to use that tight wet cunt of yours." I gripped her hips and positioned the tip of my cock between her pussy lips. I could feel her pushing back - desperate for my cock to be inside her. I teased her by sliding it in ever so slowly - and kept pulling back slightly - and starting to push forwards again. Steve was taking lots of pics for me - and I noticed that Fay had lifted her skirt up - and pulled her thong aside - and was rubbing her pussy too. I finally had my cock fully inside my slut. Amy was pushing hard back onto me - helped by my hands on her hips. I twisted my hips to move my cock a little inside her. "Are you ready for fucking now, my dirty whore?" I knew she was more than "ready" - but a little teasing can go a long way! "I'm ready - fuck me now please!" I felt her cunt tighten a little more as she spoke - using her muscles to encourage me. "You must ask nicely, my filthy slut!" "Sir, your filthy slut Amy needs fucking now, if it pleases you. Please let me feel your swollen cock pushing into my slut body. Slut Amy would enjoy feeling your cum splashing into her cunt, if it pleases you, Sir!" That was good enough - I started to fuck her slowly - pulling my cock almost all the way out - then pushing it in again. Amy's cunt was certainly wet and tight - and she was pushing back so hard - trying to get maximum pleasure from my cock. Steve was clicking away from various angles - making sure he got some as my cock was almost fully out - and some after I had thrust it right in. Amy was moaning now - begging for her orgasm - as I kept fucking her slowly - in and out - pausing - in and out again - on and on - the speed gradually increasing. Fay was moving around to Amy's head now - her skirt still pulled up. Fay pulled her thong down and stood close to Amy's head - her fingers working on her cunt. Amy just said: "Come closer please, Fay!" Fay obligingly moved closer - her skirt still held high - her thong around her ankles - her cunt right in front of Amy's head - and Amy started to lick it - not easy in that position ... with me pushing my cock in and out - but Amy did her best - as a truly horny bitch does. I kept fucking Amy slowly - and Steve kept taking pics - focusing first on Amy's cunt and my cock - then on Amy's tongue and Fay's clit. He took lots of close-ups. There were more noises in the shrubbery around us - I guessed that others were watching - and maybe taking pics too - but I was too intent on fucking Amy's lovely wet cunt to pay much attention. I kept pushing hard inside her - then pulling almost all the way out - sometimes pausing to tease her before pushing my hips hard forwards again. I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm. I said: "Tighten your cunt again please, my dirty slut ... it will feel even better for me!" I felt Amy's cunt tighten again - she really is very good at that - and it made me start to cum. I felt my balls tighten - then felt my spunk surging down my shaft - and splashing into Amy's cunt! I kept pumping spunk - another 6 or 7 spurts before I was done - knowing that Amy's cunt would be full of my spunk and her juices by now. Just after I finished, Fay started to moan loudly - Amy's tongue had worked it's magic again - Fay just pulled Amy's head closer - as she stood there shuddering with pleasure as the orgasm rolled over her. I relaxed - and just stood there for a minute or two - moving my cock slowly around inside my slut's cunt. Then I withdrew it - and walked around to her head - so that she could lick it clean - I knew the taste of her own juices would go down well! And Steve kept taking pics - lots and lots of pics! And there was much more to come - I knew Amy was going to be enjoying that vib soon now - or maybe Steve's cock - or maybe both! ==00== If you have any suggestions for "Amy" stories, feel free to get in touch! Comments from young sluts particularly welcome! Or if you are a slut and want to coauthor a story with me - please get in touch! Taking Amy Ch. 1 "Hey Good-looking'!" Amy's boyfriend Robbie hollered to her across the front lawn of the school. She turned and watched with pleasure as he jogged towards her. She still felt lucky every time she realized anew that he was her boyfriend. He was so cute with dimples, black hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. Robbie grabbed Amy and swung her around before swooping her down into a big, romantic kiss. "My dad's out of town today." Glee shone in his electric blues. "We can have the house to ourselves. Wanna come over for a candlelight dinner?" Amy smiled happily. This was part of what she loved about Robbie. He was so romantic. She knew other girls' boyfriends would think of an empty house as an opportunity to get laid. Robbie thought of soft music and a candlelight dinner. They had been dating for almost six months already and he had kissed her and held her hand while they walked and never tried to go any farther. "Except, she thought to herself, "for that one night he got a little drunk at a party and ran his hand up the back of my skirt, over my ass, as he kissed me." Even then his innate gentlemanliness had stopped him from trying to press his advantage. "Sure, handsome. What time should I come over?" "How about now? We can do some studying and then watch tv or something before we eat. I told Amanda she could have the rest of the day off. She'll leave something I can put together easily for dinner. Just you and me, babe." Amy gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him she'd be over as soon as she dropped off her stuff and showered. She had gym her last period of the day but had skipped her after workout shower so that she could meet Robbie on the lawn. House doesn't begin to describe where Robbie lived. He lived in a mansion up on a hill overlooking the town. His mom had died giving birth to him and his father never remarried. He and his father lived in a huge place with just a live in cook. Housecleaning was taken care of by a maid service that came in twice a week. Amy had asked Robbie once if he didn't get lonely in that great big house with just his dad. He laughed and said no, he was blessed with a lot of cousins who were frequently in and out and his dad always seemed to have all the time in the world for him. Actually it was sometimes a blessing to have time to himself. Which was why, she thought, he seemed so happy that his dad was out of town and that they would have the house to themselves. Robbie grabbed a couple of cokes and some chips out of the kitchen and they settled down in what he called the conservatory. A big, sunlit room with wall-to-wall windows on two sides. It was Robbie's favorite room, filled with plants and even, outrageously, butterflies flitting from place to place. They sat on the couch with their books spread out on the table in front of them and started to study but the soft air and warmth of the sun soon made them drowsy. Robbie finally stretched out full length on the couch and Amy nestled in between his legs, her head on his chest, and they took a nap. The sun was just setting when Amy awoke, spreading a soft glow through the room. While she had been napping she had moved down the couch and now her cheek was resting on Robbie's crotch. She never knew what possessed her, maybe the warmth of the sun, maybe how safe and cosy she felt, but she pressed her lips against the bulge in his jeans. She was surprised at herself. She had never done anything like that, never thought about doing anything like that. Maybe she was immature but her fantasies, such as they were, revolved around romance and kissing, sex never entered into them, except maybe for the occasional tingly feeling "down there". But today she opened her mouth, pressed against Robbie and exhaled warm air through his jeans. She was startled to feel his cock move and it seemed to start to swell. "Mmmmmmm. God, baby, that feels so good." Robbie's voice was thick with sleep and happiness. Suddenly he sat bolt upright, almost knocking Amy off the couch. "Um. Geez, Amy! I don't think you should do that!" She laughed out loud at the shocked look on his face. She didn't know yet how this could make a man crazy. She really was naive. Snuggling back against him Amy continued to kiss his growing bulge. "Oh my God, Robbie. Look, you're getting bigger!" "Amy, stop! You're making me crazy!" "Please, Robbie. Let me take it out. I've never seen a real guy naked before." Real guy. She laughed to herself. She meant somebody other than the occasional glimpse of her brother or dad as they changed into swim trunks or emerged from the bathroom after a shower. Her own words surprised her. She was feeling that tingle "down there" that usually accompanied thoughts of getting kissed by the handsome highwayman. She wasn't a bit scared, just curious, and happy and warm. Although she had some idea that this was what "bad girls" did, Amy knew she was safe with Robbie. Tentatively, she unzipped his pants and tugged his hardening cock out from behind his boxers and jeans. The sight of it excited her in a way that glimpses of her brother and dad never had. She wrapped her hand around it and felt it pulse in her palm. Robbie collapsed back against the arm of the couch with a groan. "I don't think this is a good idea, Amy, but I don't seem to want to stop you either." She ran her fingernails lightly down the length of his manhood. By now it was sticking straight up out of his pants. Now that it was out, she didn't know what to do with it. She continued to pet it, almost like one would a small animal. She was surprised to hear Robbie continue to moan and even more surprised to realize that his hips were raising up off the couch as he pressed himself against her hand. "What should I do, Robbie? What do you want me to do?" Again he moaned and then through gritted teeth he said, "Kiss it, lick it, take it in your mouth, keep stroking it! Anything! Just don't stop!" Kiss it? What a strange thought. Amy realized she wanted to kiss it though, so she did. And then she took it in her mouth like he suggested. Just the head of it. The head that was smooth and pinker than the rest of his shaft. Intuitively her tongue flicked into the tiny opening at the tip. She looked up at Robbie and saw his eyes were closed and his cheeks flushed. She got on her knees between his legs and then leaned forward, her hands on either side of his hips. She could feel the sunlight warming her bottom and realized that her position had caused her skirt to ride up over her hips. She thought to tug it down but realized that there was no one to see, they were alone in the house and Robbie's eyes were closed. She kept her own eyes open as her mouth moved up and down on his cock and watched with interest as his hand moved to the opening of his pants and he cupped his balls. Feelings she had never experienced before surged inside of her. She could feel her panties slide up, splitting her pussy lips and her ass cheeks. She felt so good, so excited. She could hear herself moaning now as she licked and sucked at Robbie's sweet cock. She heard a soft click. It seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. She looked around the room trying to identify the source but there was nothing. She thought she must have imagined it and returned her attention to Robbie's cock. Fluid was starting to seep out of the tip and she licked it up, intrigued by it's slightly salty, slightly sweet taste. Suddenly she was shocked out of her self. At the same time that something thick and rough insinuated itself under her panties and between her pussy lips a voice said, "What exactly is going on here?" And then more quietly, "As if it wasn't obvious." Robbie shot up off the couch. She was too shocked to move. The finger, for that's what it was, in her panties gave one long, rough rub and a fingernail flicked against her clitoris, before it was withdrawn. She was amazed at how smoothly it slid out from between her lips and realized she was soaking wet. All of this happened in much less time than it takes to tell it. Frustration and fear filled her being. "Da-a-ad!" Robbie gasped. "You, you're supposed to be out of town!" By this time Amy had managed to collect herself somewhat and was seated on the couch frantically trying to tug her skirt down. A scent she didn't recognize but knew came from her seemed to fill the room. Robbie's father dragged a finger under his nose and she blushed in embarrassment as she realized that it must be the finger that had insinuated itself into her most private regions just a moment before. She stared at his hand, mesmerized. She had never noticed how big Mr. Matthews' hands were. His fingers were both thick and long. His hands were easily twice the size of Robbie's. She trembled as her body recalled the feeling of that thick finger parting her lips. "Yes, well," he said. "Looks like a good thing I had to come home early. You're in a lot of trouble, young man. Go get yourself straightened up and then get your ass back here, right quick!" A look of mingled shame and fury crossed Robbie's face. "No!" He said. "I'm not going to go and leave you here with Amy. It's not her fault! It just, it just happened!" His fathers gaze slid down to Robbie's withering cock. Mr. Matthews looked both amused and mocking. 'I'm not going to hurt her boy. I'm not even going to yell at her. Go get yourself straightened up and then you can take her home." Abashed, Robbie did his father's bidding. She knew he was humiliated and torn between being a man and being a boy. The boy won out and he hurried out of the room. Mr. Matthews looked down at her. With a half-smile he ran his finger under his nose again. "Sweet." He said so softly she wasn't even sure she heard him. "Are you okay?" "Oh please Mr. Matthews. Don't be mad at Robbie. It was her fault, really it was. But we've never done it before. Honest!" "And what do you think I should do, little lady? Now that I've caught you so brazenly sucking my son's cock?" A thrill made her body shudder as the words "my son's cock" came out of his mouth. She looked up at him, almost seeing him for the first time. Something that had first come to life when she felt Robbie's cock move under her cheek seemed to spring into full flower as she looked up at his father. She gasped, suddenly realizing what she had kept from herself for months. Robbie's father was the image of her romantic highwayman. Thick, black, wavy hair, the same electric blue eyes that Robbie had, high cheekbones, and full lips that so easily could curl into a sneer. Her pussy throbbed. Involuntarily her eyes moved down to his crotch and she gasped again as she realized that the front of his pants were tented out. Mr. Matthews was excited. Under the thin fabric of his lightweight suit pants his cock gave proof. "Perhaps I should call your father?" "Oh God no, Mr. Matthews! Don't call my dad. It won't happen again! I swear it won't!" "You know," he said softly, "I didn't expect this kind of slutty behavior from you. Nor, frankly, from Robbie." He seemed to be speaking to himself as he added, "I didn't know the young pup had it in him." "There's a bathroom off the kitchen. Go get your stink cleaned off of you!" His words were harsh but he smiled and smelled his finger again. Overcame with shame and humiliation she hurried off to do as he said. Once in the bathroom she sat on the toilet and gave herself over to tears. How embarrassing! Now that the cosiness she had share with Robbie had been shattered she couldn't believe that she had actually been sucking his cock, let alone that they had been busted by his father. His father. Her sobbing subsided as she thought of Mr. Matthews' handsome face and mocking smile. Unwillingly her thoughts drifted to the bulge in his pants as he looked at her on the couch trying to tug her skirt down. She felt her face flush with shame as she pictured him smelling his finger. Oh my God! He had touched her! Somehow, in her humiliation, she had not zeroed in on that fact. He had taken advantage of her compromising position to stick his finger in her pussy. What a pervert! But the thought didn't sicken her at all, it just made her feel tingly again. Suddenly she imagined her highwayman again but this time, instead of just kissing her, his hands strayed across her breasts and down to her pussy. She wondered what it would be like to have Mr. Matthews' huge hands running up and down her body. Her hands were straying to her pussy of their own volition when she remembered where she was. She shook herself, trying to shake off the image of her secret lover. Turning on the tap at the sink she washed her face and then wet a washcloth and scrubbed furiously at her crotch, trying to wash away the smell of her excitement. When the flush was gone from her cheeks and her breathing had returned to normal, she checked her clothes in the mirror and went out to face the music. The conservatory door was open and as she approached Amy heard Mr. Matthews voice say, "...nice young pussy, you've found." "Shut up, Dad! You can't talk about her that way. It's not like that! This is the first time we ever..." Amy made a noise at the door to warn them of her return and Robbie's words cut off mid-sentence. Mr. Matthews grinned at her. "Well, look at you. One could hardly tell that you had so recently been flaunting yourself before God and everybody." "Dad," Robbie said between clenched teeth, "knock it off!" Mr. Matthews laughed. It was not a particularly nice laugh and yet it thrilled her. "Take her home, boy, and come straight back." He looked at her. "I don't think I'll be telling your father this time. See that this kind of thing doesn't happen again. Now go on. Go on home. And try to be a good girl from now on." As Robbie and Amy slunk out the door she turned back to look at Mr. Matthews. His finger was under his nose again and he raised an eyebrow at her. As she started to turn away again she saw him put his finger in his mouth. God! He really was a pervert! And though she knew she should have felt shame all she felt was excitement at the thought that he could taste her on his finger. Robbie pulled his car into our driveway. Shutting off the motor he turned and looked at her and for the first time since they had left his house, he spoke. "God, Amy, I'm so sorry. I can't believe my dad..." She waited in shock for him to say something about his father's finger in her pussy and then as he continued, "caught us, " realized he probably didn't know! His eyes had been closed when his father came in the room. The subsequent events had happened to swiftly. She was safe from further humiliation at least on that score. He looked at her shyly. "It sure was nice while it lasted." Leaning over he kissed her and as she closed her eyes Amy allowed herself to pretend it was his father leaning over her. She kissed Robbie with a passion she had never felt before. Guiltily she started to pull back but he was oblivious to the cause of her sudden desire. "Maybe we can do it again sometime," he smiled. "Away from the house!" She laughed self-consciously and replied. "I'd like that." As she got out of the car Amy realized it was true. She did want to do it again. She ignored the little voice that said, "yeah, but it's not his cock you want to suck." "See you, tomorrow, Robbie. I hope you don't get in too much trouble." "I don't think I will. I think the old man's kind of proud of me actually. I'll probably get a lecture on safe sex and pregnancy and that will be the end of it." He winked at her. "Catch you later, hotstuff." "Hey, what're you doing home so early?" Her dad called out when he heard her key in the door. "Hi, Daddy. I have a horrible headache. It was clear I wasn't going to get any studying done or be a very good dinner companion, so I just came home. I think I'm going to go to bed and see if I can't sleep away this headache." "Ok, sugar. I'll bet Robbie was disappointed. He's a nice kid, I like him." "He is nice, Dad. I do think he was disappointed but we had fun for awhile. I don't think he'll be holding anything against me tonight." She smiled to herself as she thought of Robbie's cock pressed against her lips. "Goodnight, Dad." She heard her Dad call out goodnight as she headed up the stairs to her room. Dropping her books on her bed she turned and looked at herself in the full length mirror hanging on her door. Did she look different? She sure felt different. Slowly, watching herself in the mirror, she stripped off her clothes. It was still her. Amy was disappointed. Somehow she thought after this evening's events she'd look more like a woman. But the same small body presented itself. The same small breasts. At least the nipples were respectably large but her breasts were still the breasts of a young girl. Same narrow hips. She was still waiting for her body to fill out with the curves that other girls had. She had the ridiculous hope that magically her breasts and hips and butt and legs would have filled out. Tonight she had taken her first tentative step towards being a sexual woman but her body didn't mirror her experience. Disgusted she flopped down on her bed. She looked like a little girl, immature and underdeveloped. No man was ever going to think she was worth anything. "Stop it!" Amy scolded herself. "Robbie thinks you're hot. You are a woman, you proved it tonight. It doesn't matter if your body still looks like a little girls. You are not a little girl. Even Mr. Matthews got excited looking at you." She felt a smile cross her lips as she thought of Mr. Matthews. She remembered the feeling of his thick finger under her panties, the bulge in his pants. As she thought of him putting his finger in his mouth to taste her, her hand strayed down to her pussy. She was already getting wet again, just thinking about him. Her pussy throbbed and she reached down to touch herself, in her fantasies it was His hand touching her. She stroked her face with her other hand imagining it was His hand caressing her cheek. "Oh, sir!" She whispered to herself. "You should be ashamed to use a maiden this way." In her mind's eye her handsome highwayman leered at her from under a thick lock of black hair. His hands ran up and down her body possessively. As she stroked her wet pussy with her hand Amy imagined thick fingers taking her, ravaging her maidenhead. Her whole body convulsed as feelings she never experienced washed over her. Her first orgasm ever with the image of Robbie's father, her Highwayman in the flesh, in her mind's eye. Her body only slightly sated she fell into a restless sleep. She was awake at 2:00 in the morning when her phone rang. She had been tossing and turning for hours, alternating between thoughts of Robbie's cock in her mouth and her Highwayman's lips lingering on hers. She was sure it was Robbie. No one else ever called her that late. "Did you get in much trouble?" She whispered into the phone. The reply caused her eyes to fly open, all thoughts of sleep immediately banished. "I can still smell you on my finger. I can't get you out of my mind, Amy." Oh God! It was Mr. Matthews! Amy didn't answer. She couldn't think of a thing to say. "I know it's wrong, Amy. I shouldn't be calling you but I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking of you. Your face is burned into my mind. The smell of you is all over me." "Mr. Matthews!" "God help me, Amy. I tried not to call." The desperation in his voice filled her with pity. "It's ok, Mr. Matthews." "It's not okay! God, I can't believe this. Listen, Amy, you can't tell anyone. You can't tell anyone that I touched you." His voice was rising now. She could hear the desperation. She was mortified. This was Robbie's father! And who was she going to tell? Who could she tell without revealing what she herself had been doing when Mr. Matthews touched her. Taking Amy Ch. 1 This couldn't be happening to her. None of this. None of the events of tonight were possible and least of all this phone call. Amy couldn't believe that this desperate man on the other end of the telephone line was Mr. Matthews. Mr. Matthews whose eyes and smile had mocked Robbie and her earlier. Mr. Matthews who had arched his eyebrow at her in a half-leer right before he stuck his finger in his mouth to taste her juices on it. Mr. Matthews who had fueled her fantasies earlier this night, whose image had kept sleep from her for hours now. "Who would I tell, Mr. Matthews. Who would I tell without admitting what I was doing to Robbie? Who would believe me anyway?" "You can't, you mustn't tell Robbie. He would hate me!" Suddenly, Amy felt like the adult in this conversation. "Tell Robbie? Don't be absurd. I love Robbie, Mr. Matthews. I love him. You think I would tell him that his own father pawed me that way? It was our first time, Mr. Matthews! Our first time and you ruined it!" Her voice was raised in a near shout. Her earlier lust was forgotten now. For the moment she hated him. For the moment she was the wronged lover. The abused woman. "I won't tell him, Mr. Matthews. I won't tell anyone, least of all Robbie." Now she was sobbing into the receiver. "Don't cry, Amy. Oh baby. Don't cry." All the desperation was gone from his voice. All that remained was a sadness. His voice came across the night in a hoarse whisper. "Don't cry, baby. I can't stand to hear you cry. It won't happen again, Amy. I swear it. I won't touch you again. God, you must think I'm such a pervert. But God help me, I couldn't help myself. I stood in the doorway and watched you suck Robbie's cock and lust just overtook me. All I was going to do was take a picture, I swear." Horror overtook her as she remembered the familiar click She thought she had imagined while she was kissing Robbie's penis. A picture! He had taken a picture. Oh shit goddamn! Now what was she going to do? Her terror was interrupted as Mr. Matthews kept speaking. "...cock was so hard. I thought what can it hurt? I'll just touch her. Let her know they're not alone. I didn't mean to put my finger in your cunt." Cunt! The filthiness of the word shocked her and then aroused her again. "My hand just seemed to move on it's own. I had to touch you, Amy. Your ass and cunt were raised in the air, the sun shining down on you, showing me how wet you were, howexcited." His words trailed off. And then words she could hardly recognize as her own came fromher mouth. "Did you like it, Mr. Matthews? Did touching my cunt (she had never before spoken that word and couldn't believe she was saying it now) excite you? Did you like how wet it was? Did your cock get hard in your pants?" Silence on the other end of the line. A very loud silence. Amy knew she had shocked him, maybe as much as she had shocked herself. Then, "I developed the picture, Amy. I went down to my darkroom tonight, as soon as Robbie had gone to bed, and I developed the picture. It's perfect, Amy. You're perfect. Your ass and cunt exposed to the sunlight. Your face looked surprisingly innocent. You looked happy. You really enjoy it, don't you Amy? You like sucking cock, don't you?" "Mr. Matthews, you have to believe me. It was the first time. It was the first time for both me and Robbie. And it was probably the last time. I hope you're satisfied. I hardly know how I'll face Robbie tomorrow. Knowing what you did to me." His next words made Amy think he wasn't listening. "As the picture appeared in the developing tray I took my cock out and stroked myself. Alone in the darkroom with just your picture for company I masturbated until I came all over the floor. And when the picture was hanging to dry I looked at it and whacked off again. Does that excite you, Amy? Knowing what you do to me? Does it make your little cunt tingle? I've got my cock in my hand now, Amy. I'm rubbing it while I talk to you." "Mr. Matthews! I can't have this conversation anymore. I can't! You're disgusting. I'm so ashamed!" Again Amy was overcome with tears. "Shhhh. No. Amy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God I can't believe I'm talking this way. Forget it happened, Amy. Shhhhh, baby. Forget anything happened. God knows I'm going to try and I promise you, it will never happen again." He sounded contrite. She wanted to believe he was contrite. "I have to go Mr. Matthews. I can't talk to you anymore." Right before Amy disconnected the phone she heard his voice, far away and tinny, say, "Goodnight, sweetheart." Amy fell back onto her bed. She felt feverish and her breath was harsh in her throat. She was deeply ashamed and wanted nothing more than to forget that anything had happened. Perhaps she could convince herself this was all a bad dream. That wasn't going to work. As she lay there on her bed his words replayed over and over in her head. "Your ass, your cunt, my cock, I came all over the floor, I can't help myself." Then her hand was against her pussy. Her cunt. She savored the word in her head. Her hand was in her cunt flashing furiously back and forth across her clit, savaging herself. With her other hand she pinched and twisted one of her nipples. Another first in this night of firsts. Her first blowjob. Her first orgasm, and now, her first bout of furious self-abuse. And she was abusing herself. She tortured her nipples and rubbed her clit raw as if with this fury she could erase everything that had happened. But, of course, her actions just served to imprint them even deeper on her psyche. As her orgasm shook her body she screamed into her pillow, "Oh yessss, Mr. Matthews. Fuck me hard. Fuck my tight cunt!" With a huge spurt and a shudder Amy came all over her sheets. For days now she had been obsessing. She kept imagining she heard Mr. Matthews voice. Every- where she went she thought she saw him. It never was him though. Sometimes late at night when her phone would ring, there would be nobody there when she answered yet she was sure it was him. It might have been a wrong number. It might have been Robbie. Amy had become moody and withdrawn from him. He thought she was embarrassed about sucking him off and tried repeatedly to reassure her. Promising her they didn't have to do it again. Trying to comfort her. She felt awful. There he was, trying to comfort her, taking the blame for what happened and all she could think of was his father's rough finger between her pussy lips. One day, finally, Amy agreed to go to the beach with Robbie. They parked in the shade of a big tree overlooking the water. She shivered as his arm went around her shoulder but didn't try to pull away. He stroked her face with his hand. He was so kind. Then she wanted him again. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth, suck him hard, and wipe the image of his father out of her head. Frantically she scrabbled at his clothes, popping some buttons on his shirt in her haste to make contact with his skin. She totally took control. Leaning her head down she took one of his tiny nipples in her mouth and worried it with her teeth. At the same time her hand went to his crotch and roughly rubbed and pulled at his cloth covered member. Groaning he struggled to move her head, to get his own hands down to his zipper. As his cock sprang free she didn't even hesitate and in one smooth motion engulfed it in her mouth. She moved her head down until she was gagging, his entire length embedded in her throat. Amy sucked him with fury, with total passion, with a complete desire for oblivion. Poor boy. He didn't know what hit him. He wanted to be a gentleman but who could be when some slut is intent on swallowing you whole? She grasped his balls in her hand and squeezed gently, her tongue working furiously up and down his shaft, her throat milking his cockhead. Wild-eyed, she took her mouth from around his cock and panted, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck my throat, my mouth. Take my breathe away. Make me gag. Oh god, Robbie! Fuck my throat!" And he did. With a roughness she had no idea he possessed he grabbed her by the hair at the back of her neck and drove her head back down over his throbbing manhood. "I don't know what's gotten into you but I like it!" He was shouting. "That's right, baby. Suck my cock. Take it all the way down your throat. God, you are one nasty little bitch. Suck it, bitch. Suck my big boner until I cum deep in your throat!" And suck it Amy did. Phlegm worked up from deep inside her and lubricated his cock. She swallowed him until she couldn't breathe. She was beside herself with lust. She delighted in his hand pushing down on her head. Delighted in losing control this way. "It's working!" She thought. "I'm sucking his cock and I'm not thinking of his father!" And then, of course, she was thinking of his father again. Imagining that it was Mr. Matthews' cock plunging up into her mouth. Bitterly she let the fantasy overtake her and as a result her excitement trebled. She groaned around Robbie's cock. It was fortunate Amy couldn't speak because in her head she was saying, "That's right, Mr. Matthews. Fuck my mouth, make me your slut!" Robbie knew none of this and then with a jerk he abruptly pulled his cock from her mouth and shot his cum all over her face. She was taken aback. In her innocence she didn't actually know what happened when men came. Spurt after spurt exploded from his cockhead, splashing against her cheeks, in her hair, in her gaping mouth. "Goddamn, Amy! That was fantastic. Totally awesome!" Robbie's hands fumbled at Amy's blouse and she didn't try to stop him as they insinuated themselves under her bra and found her nipples, which were rock hard and throbbing. She knew her panties were totally wet. She wanted more. She wanted to be taken, possessed, but even in this state Amy knew she didn't want it to be Robbie who did the taking. She stopped his hand as it tried to work its way under her skirt. "No, Robbie, don't. I couldn't stand it if you touched me. I'm so sensitive. Please, just kiss me." He did kiss her, his tongue driving deep into her mouth and then licking up and down her face. She realized with surprise that he was licking his own cum from her cheeks and forehead. The thought was exciting and she felt her clit throbbing in response. "That was wonderful, Robbie." She was only half lying. "Really? You liked it? It was ok?" He was like a little kid. "Shit! I must be the luckiest guy in the whole world." Gently he kissed her face and her neck. When he looked at her he had a huge grin on his face. "Next time, it's your turn. Jesus, Amy. You are so hot! I can't believe you did that for me. And I didn't even have to ask!" Amy laughed. Robbie's glee was infectious. "No, you didn't have to ask, but you can ask if you want you know? I enjoyed that. I really did. Your cock is so beautiful." She nestled her head against his chest and wondered what his father's cock was like. To Be Continued... Taking Amy Ch. 2 The rising moon glowed eerily through the stand of trees. Shadows stretched out across the road, lengthening and shortening as the breeze roared through the forest, causing limbs to quake and the thinner trunks to bend over almost double. The night was alive. Amanda gazed in disbelief at the slack jaw of her guardian. She hummed to herself trying to block out the soft snores that accompanied the rise and fall of her chaperone's chest and the maddeningly slow rhythm of the horses' hooves. Who could sleep on a night such as this? This was no night to be slowly wending their way home. This was a night to gallop a horse across the moors, legs astride, wind tugging at her clothes and whipping her hair back from her face. She stuck her head out the window of the coach and yelled at the coachman, her words almost, but not quite, swallowed by the rampaging wind. "Can't those damn nags go any faster?!" The coachman sucked his teeth in disapproval at Amanda's language. "Little strumpet," he thought to himself but he answered mildly enough. "Don't you fret yourself, missy. We're almost there and the horses is tired. I won't be killing them by driving them hard without need. And it won't kill you to have some patience." That last was muttered under his breath. Suddenly, loud even over the gale, the pounding of hoofbeats quickened Amanda's breath. "Could it...?" And then the words that had colored her dreams for months. "Stand and deliver!" Amanda again pushed aside the leather covering of the coach window and stuck her head outside. She started and jerked her head back as her chaperone, awakened by the change of motion, swatted her on the thigh and hissed, "Get your head back inside this coach this instant! What are you thinking? The last thing you want is for that heathen to see you!" Reluctantly Amanda let the curtain drop. For the moment she had seen enough, the tall, darkly clad smiling stranger, holding two cocked pistols aimed at the coachman. "And what have we found this night? A coach about in this inclement weather? Surely it holds precious cargo indeed to brave this night." The deep voice thrilled Amanda to her core and caused a familiar ripple through her nether regions. "Passengers! Alight! Now!" Amanda's guardian looked around frantically as if seeking a clandestine hiding place inside the coach. Of course there was nothing. Again that thrilling voice, "Passengers! Come out now before I shoot this trembling dog of a coachman!" Amanda felt her chaperone swat at her leg again but paid no heed as she wrenched open the coach door and swiftly stepped down. She almost bumped into the dark form standing right at the doorway. Looking up her eyes widened as she took in his seeming immense height and broad shoulders. She thought she would swoon and quickly lowered her eyes hoping the masked highwayman did not see her ardent gaze. Although she could not see it with lowered eyes the stranger's lip curled in a half-smile and a black eyebrow shot up his forehead. "Well, well. Precious cargo indeed. And who might you be my lovely lass?" Any reply she might have made was interrupted by the sounds of her chaperone huffing and puffing as she clambered down out of the coach. "Damn," muttered the highwayman. "Of course such as this would not travel with only one watchdog!" His voice was low but Amanda heard him and smiled in spite of herself. "John!" The highwayman's voice sounded clear in the night. "Come aim your pistol at this old hag and keep her out of my way. I have business with this young one." Two men materialized out of the shadow of a coach. One tried to restrain the now screaming and fighting old woman until the other held a cocked pistol against her head. All struggling stopped and the chaperone began to whimper in fear. Amanda trembled with fear and some other unnamed emotion as she felt their leader's hand at her elbow. With a firm grip that allowed no resistance he led her away from the coach and into the shadow of the wind-whipped trees. With only slight roughness he turned her body and pushed her back up against the broad trunk of a tree. "Do you know who I am, girl?" She thought she detected humor in his voice. 'You are Liam Matthews, the Handsome Highwayman. We have all heard of you." Matthews smiled and nodded. "It's good to be famous. It saves so much in the way of explaining." He took her chin in one large hand and rubbed his thumb up and down her cheek. "And do you know what I want with you, here in the darkness of these woods?" Knowing fear too late Amanda tried to avert her gaze from her abductor. His grasp remained strong on her chin and he would not allow her to look away. Defiantly she looked straight into her eyes and was aghast to realize her trembling body was giving away both her fear and the sudden desire that weakened her limbs. As she felt his thumb, soft yet relentless, stroke her cheek she thought her legs might give way. "Ah. More willing than she wants to admit to," the dark stranger said quietly. With no more words he pressed her back against the tree and lowered his lips to hers. Amanda struggled only half-heartedly before quickly giving way and returning his passionate kiss with the urgency of a headstrong girl's first embrace. His lips roamed over her face, now gently brushing her eyelids, now nibbling at her ear, now the base of her neck. Amanda's breathing became quick and shallow. She pressed her young body up hard against his and wrapped her hands in his long, wavy hair. She knew a moments panic as she felt his hands pull up her long skirts and fumble beneath. "Damn petticoats! Why you women have to where such infernal undergarments is beyond me!" Then he said no more as his hand found its prize and one thick finger buried itself between the lips of her cunny. Amanda gasped and arched her hips against his invading hand. Her eyes closed and again she thought she might swoon. One strong hand clasped her shoulder and held her up. "Oh no, my sweet slut. You'll not faint and ruin my fun." He slapped her across the face. Amanda screamed before she realized how softly he had slapped her, how more like a caress it was than a punishment. "Stay with me, girl. I'm too close now. Don't go foolish on me." The hand under her petticoats petted and stroked. The thick finger that split her lips flicked lightly at her clit, bringing another gasp and a renewed flurry of kisses to his lips. Probing lower down her wet slit his finger slipped into her hole and there met resistance. A wicked smile curled his lip. "Sooth! A virgin. This is indeed my lucky night!" Amanda moaned as his meaty finger abruptly left the confines of her young cunny. She looked at him with dismay and then sweet horror as she realized his hand was fumbling at his groin. Her eyes widened in surprise as he swiftly pulled.... Amy groaned in frustration as her eyes flew open. Cheated again, damn it! Night after night she dreamed this same dream and night after night she awoke before getting to see the object of her desire. Her face burned where moments before she had felt the caress of the Handsome Highwayman. She felt a flush creep up her neck and face as she realized that once again her dreams had made the face of her nocturnal lover the face of her boyfriend's father, Liam Matthews. Trying to hold his dream visage in her mind she moved one hand to her sopping pussy and one hand to a hard and swollen nipple. Savagely twisting her nipple between thumb and forefinger while her other hand roughly pinched and stroked her erect clit she brought herself to shuddering orgasm. She bit down hard on her pillow to muffle the sound of her screams. God forbid she wake her father with the sounds of her intense lust. Rolling over she drowsily looked at the clock. Oh shit! She sprang out of bed. She was supposed to meet Robbie at his house at 9:00 this morning and it was already 9:30. Chastising herself for being late to meet her boyfriend while she fantasized about his father she hurried to take a shower and get ready. *** Elizabeth Argent looked down at the top of Liam Matthews' head where it rested on her breast, his lips nuzzling her full breasts. She smiled but her eyes were sad. "You've grown bored with me, haven't you Matthews?" "I don't know what," the "what" was emphasized with teeth clamping down on her swollen nipple, "you're talking about." Elizabeth gasped in pain and then laughed. Her voice was warm with humor when she said, "I never said you weren't a spectacular lover." Then a soft sadness overtook her again. "You still make love to me divinely but the fire has gone out, lover." Liam stopped his tit-torture and looked up at her silently. They had been together too long to start lying now and he knew the truth of what she was saying. For 16 years they had been occasional lovers, coming together and then growing apart again as life did what life will. Still, this last coming together had lasted almost nine years now. Nine years of sharing each others' bed without straying very far apart. The infrequent one-night stand was the only break. One-night stands that they both indulged in and that neither held against the other. "You've got another fish you want to dangle your hook in front of, don't you?" Elizabeth laughed again and flopped his soft penis over to his other thigh as she said "hook". Liam still looked at her silently, enjoying her laughter and not knowing what to say in reply. "Don't look so troubled, Liam. It's happened before. We'll both survive it. Besides," she winked at him, "I've got a new hook I'd like to dangle my fish in front of." Sliding a leg between his she used the leverage to flip him over on his back. Quickly straddling him she spread her wet cuntlips over his soft prick and was rewarded with the feel of it twitching against her, coming back to life. "Fuck me again, baby, and maybe I'll tell you about my new dream boy." Her wet cunt slid up and down his hardening member. Before it was fully hard she slipped a hand between them and guided his cock into her hungry hole. Sitting up she played with his chest hair for a moment before taking each of his nipples between the sharp edges of her fingernails and bearing down. Liam gasped and bucked his hips up against her. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander, Matthews. You torture my tits, I'll torture yours right back." "Argent." Liam gasped short of breath as his now rock hard cock worked its way deeper into her womb. "Yes, dear heart." "I want," he panted in desire, loving the feeling of his sword clenched inside her sheath. "Yes?" "It's been too long. I-Want-Your-Ass." Each word was punctuated by an upward thrust. "Oh god, Matthews. You're too damn big!" For 16 years, while they had done nearly every nasty thing they could think of together, they had rarely engaged in anal sex. Liam Matthews had a penis of almost epic proportions. A hair over ten inches long and almost as big around as his wrist. Elizabeth frequently said she liked the idea of anal sex better than the reality. Only rarely had she been able to relax her sphincter enough to take that monster in her back passage. A smile spread over Liam's face as he thought of the one time she had taken it totally willingly. A sex party where she was the main attraction. A sex party where ten men, built substantially smaller than Liam, had taken turns reaming her asshole, stretching it out and turning her on to the point where Liam's giant member slid in almost easily. An inch per man. Liam licked his lips at the thought. "You bastard," she laughed and slapped him lightly across the face. "I know what you're thinking and there aren't 10 men here to get me ready for you." She bore down and clenched her cunt muscles around his invading cock, smiling in satisfaction as she heard his low moan. "Maybe later, Matthews. Maybe after you tell me who she is. I know there's someone. Tell me about yours and I'll tell you about....oh!" A soft cry escaped her lips as with a violent thrust Liam's member thrust her cervix aside and he was buried all the way inside of her. All thoughts of conversation died as he held her hips for leverage and pumped several times in rapid succession. "Oh god. The thing about a cock like yours, Liam, is that every time is like the first time." For a while the only sounds in the room were their grunts and groans as they matched each other thrust for thrust. The rising flush on her breasts and neck, the sweat beading up under his hands, signaled her impending orgasm. He had been holding back until his release was timed with her own and with all their muscles trembling they came together, his seed filling her with force as her exultant cries filled the room. Elizabeth was not a woman easily deterred. Even the force of her orgasm could not wipe the question from her mind. "Tell me who she is Liam." Her vaginal muscles contracted painfully around his softening member. "Tell me or I'll squeeze until it breaks at the root." Liam winced and then laughed sheepishly. "You'll despise me," he moaned. "Tell me, Matthews." Her voice was rich with suppressed laughter. Again she clamped down. "Argent, stop! That actually hurts you know." "Tell me you bastard." "Amy." Liam's face reddened with humiliation. "Oh my god! Matthews, tell me you're joking. Robbie's little girlfriend? She's still a child, Liam. She's not even developed yet." Elizabeth cupped her lush breasts in both hands. "You want to give up these for a child built like a boy?" "She's not a child, Argent. At least, she's beyond the age of consent. And I know it's absurd but she seems to have gotten under my skin." Liam looked shamefaced at his admission. Again Elizabeth's laughter filled the room. "That's too funny, Matthews." "Why is it so damn funny, Argent? She's young, yes, but she's adorable and she wants me, Elizabeth. Sneer if you must but she does, I can tell." "Oh poor baby. I'm not laughing at you, Liam. Well, not too much anyway. But it is too funny." Elizabeth twisted her body and fell sideways on the bed. As she did so, Liam's cock was released from it's prison and came free with a soft, wet sound. She shook with laughter. "Ask me, Matthews. Ask me who I have my lustful eye on. Ask me who I'll be balling next." "Well?" Liam looked at her with one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Robbie! Isn't that too funny? You want the little girlfriend and I want the boy!" "Robbie! Are you crazy? He's my son!" Liam's voice hovered between anger and laughter. "Talk about a child! He's never even been laid. At least, I don't think they've gotten that far yet." A worried look creased his brow. He hadn't given serious consideration to the idea that his son might have already deflowered Amy. No, he shook himself. He was sure she was still an innocent, more or less. Liam felt his cock stir as he thought of Amy, ass in the air, sucking his son's cock. Elizabeth looked admiringly as his hardening penis. "You're not getting hard again already? All this talk about youth has you behaving like a young man again. She's really got you going, doesn't she Matthews?" "She does, Argent. God help me, she does." He took his prick in his hand and lazily stroked it, enjoying its heft in his hand. He had nothing to do with it but he really enjoyed being hung like a horse. He enjoyed hearing women gasp when they first saw it and gasp again later when they felt it force its way into their narrow passages. As he thought of it plunging into Amy's slender, childlike body he groaned. "Argent, you can have the boy. It will be good for him. It's about time he learned how to use that tiny prick of his." He laughed. "You think she's not developed yet. You'll be sorely disappointed when you see what my son has for you. You'll never be satisfied by that after this." He matched his words with a quick movement that had him straddling her chest and slapping her face with his hardening member before she could resist. Then sliding down her body he impaled her cunt again with his sword. There was nothing slow and easy about it this time. One thrust and he was in her up to the hilt, rocking back and forth. She smiled up at him in pleasure. It's true, she thought, Robbie will be nothing like this. Then she thought of Robbie's hard young body, his face much like Liam's but softer and innocent. A happy thought struck her and she shared it with Liam. "I'll be able to take him in my ass, Matthews. It won't be like being raped with that club of yours. I can finally enjoy anal sex." She laughed up at Liam. Inserting a leg between his she, once again, used the leverage to flip him over on his back, careful not to disengage the powerful cock bumped up against the roof of her cunt. Straddling him now she slowly slid up and down his immense shaft, loving the feeling of its girth stretching her wider than any lover she had ever had. The thought of his son's cock buried in his lover's ass stirred Liam. "That reminds me, before you got me talking about the future we were talking about me fucking your ass. You said if I told you who I had in mind, you'd let me. Give it up, Argent. Let me show you what you'll be missing if you take up with that young twit I call my son." "God, Matthews. You can be relentless you know that?" She looked down at him with mock displeasure. But the truth was suggesting that Robbie might take her up the ass had excited her too and she felt her muscles relax and desire overtake her again. She wanted Liam in her ass, wanted to feel his huge penis reaming her. She wasn't going to give in so easily though and shaking her head "no" at him she again clenched her vaginal muscles around him, milking him. "I don't think so, Matthews. I like you where I've got you now." "C'mon, baby. It's been so-o-o-o- long. If you're going to make me leave you the least you can do is make little Liam, Jr. happy before you go." Elizabeth laughed again until with powerful arms he lifted her straight up and off his cock. She groaned in frustration, her cuntlips spread and her gaping hole opening and closing on nothing but air. Liam flipped her over on the bed and then roughly yanked her hips up so her ass was raised in the air. Spreading her asscheeks he raised a bottle of lube and rained a long stream directly onto her puckered rosebud. Using both thumbs he worked it deep into her rectum, stretching her, getting her ready. As she started to writhe sensuously under his ministrations he reached over to where his clothes were piled up on the chair, grabbed his belt and, wrapping the end swiftly around his hand, he brought the buckle end down in a hard slash across her ass without warning. Elizabeth screamed and then moaned, "Oh god, yessss. Hit me again, Daddy!" Liam looked down at the large welt raised by the belt buckle. God, he was going to miss her. No other woman he knew liked to take the kind of pain he liked to dish out. Unwinding the belt from his hand he shifted it so that the buckle was now hidden in his large palm. Again and again he brought the tail end of the belt down across her ass and shoulders. "You're a very bad girl, you know? Talking about fucking my son. Saying no to me. Telling me you don't want me to fuck your ass." "Yes, Daddy." She was sobbing piteously into the pillow but he could see her rubbing her hardened nipples back and forth across the sheets and knew she was hot and completely desirous of what he was dishing out. "I have to punish you, baby. You know that? You know how mad I get when you don't do what I say, do what you're supposed to do, like a good little girl, right?" "Yes, Daddy." Muffled screams as he continue to rain blows down on her ass. "Are you going to be a good girl and make it up to me?" "Yes, Daddy." "How, Argent? No little girl shit now. No Daddy shit now. You're a grown woman and you want this, don't you?" Taking Amy Ch. 2 "Yes, damn you, Matthews!" "What do you want?" He slowly rubbed his cock up and down her ass crack, making her crazy. "You know what I want!" "I want you to tell me." "You know what I want!" "Goddamn it, Argent! SAY IT! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!" Liam yelled so loud the window panes rattled. "TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, CUNT!" "Make me your slut, Liam." "How? Tell me how." "Goddamn you!" Sometimes it was so hard to just say the words, to just ask for what she wanted. She was a wild woman and still it was difficult to put her strong need right out there. But she knew Liam would be content to torture her for hours without coming through if she didn't tell him, specifically, what she wanted. "Goddamn you, Matthews! Fuck me! Take that scary 10 inch pole and fuck my tight ass with it! Fill me up! Rip me apart! Feed that monster deep into my bowels, fuck me until it comes out my throat! Is that what you want to hear, asshole motherfucker? Is that what you needed me to say? Yes, I want you to fuck my ass! I WANT YOU TO HURT ME! REAM ME OUT! FUCK MY ASS, YOU MEAN BASTARD!" "Naw. I don't think I'm in the mood." Liam tried to keep it serious but his voice cracked with laughter. Suddenly Elizabeth was laughing again too. As a full belly laugh came out of her throat he took advantage of her momentary relaxation and pushed the well-lubed, bulbous head of his giant prick past her sphincter. "Oh god! You bastard! You sneaking, low-down, no-count, mother raping bastard! Oh god, Matthews, it hurts. IT HURTS!" Liam grimaced as he felt his cockhead squeezed tight by her anal muscles. Holding tight onto her hips he slowly wedged his throbbing hardon deeper and deeper inside her. Obscenities spewed from both their mouths as he slowly, inch by inch, drove in up to the hilt. Elizabeth was crying and screaming and egging him on. "Oh yes, like that motherfucker! Oh god, Liam! You make me feel like such a whore! Oh god it hurts so bad! FUCK ME, LIAM! FUCK MY ASS! CUM INSIDE ME, BABY! POUR YOU HOT SPUNK DEEP IN MY BOWELS!" Her words incited him almost beyond endurance. His cock felt like it was in a vice-grip lined with wet velvet. He could feel the lining of her anal passage cling to his cock as he ravaged her. As he pulled back, pulled all but the swollen head out of her rectum, he thought her bowels would come with so tightly did she surround him. He added more lube to his shaft and then, slowly at first, thrust in. The feeling was exquisite and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. As he felt the cum start to roil up in his balls, he started to pump faster. Slamming his cock into her, feeling his balls slap against her slippery cunt. Reaching under her, around her belly, his thick fingers slipped into her wetness. He flogged her clit with his meaty hand in rhythm with his huge cock driving deep into her. "Yeah! Take it, baby. Take it like the cheap slut you are. Feel my cock deep in you. You like that don't you, bitch! You always fight it but you love feeling me buried deep into your ass. You love the feel of my balls slapping your cunt. You live for this, Argent. Your ass is my cunt! Your whole body is just a big fuckhole for my pleasure. TAKE IT, CUNT! TAKE MY CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU! I'M FUCKING YOU SO HARD I'M GOING TO SHOOT OUT YOUR MOUTH!" As Liam felt himself spurt into the heart of her he savagely pinched her clit and was rewarded with the sound of her screams as her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. Sweat covered both their bodies as they came together. Spent, Liam collapsed on Elizabeth's back, loving the feeling of her tight asshole spasming furiously around his softening cock. "You're the best, Argent. There's never been a whore like you. I've never known such a slut. No matter what happens, I will always love you. Always." His voice was a low murmur in her ears. Liam stroked her damp hair. Moving it off her sweaty neck he blew cold air on her, gentling her, cooling her down. Pressing his head against her neck he pulled them onto their sides to take his weight off of her. Lovingly he petted her, nuzzling her sweaty throat with his lips. Gradually he felt her trembling subside. Whispering, "I will always love you," into her skin he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her. As they started to drift off into a drowsy swoon, before they both fell into a satisfied sleep, he heard her murmur. " The gallery opening, Liam. We can use the opening. We can do it together, Matthews. We can work together to take them." To Be Continued… Taking & Giving Peering out the window, Carol saw that it was still raining. Would it ever stop? She has things to do, doesn't mother nature know this? With a sigh she turns and heads for the laundry room. Surely she'd find something to do in there. With Tom, her husband, working construction six days a week, there was never an end to the laundry that needed to be done. She was right, there were several piles of clothes that needed to be washed. Just as she's about to bend over and start on the first pile, suddenly an arm comes from behind her and a gloved hand is placed tightly against her mouth. Another arm wrap around her from the other side tightly across her stomach, just beneath her breasts. Instinctively she reaches up and tries to pry the hand from her mouth as her screams are muffled. But it's no use, she's powerless against the strength of her assailant. Even her kicking goes unnoticed. "Just be quiet and I won't hurt you," growls a deep voice just behind her ear. Shaking, Carol's mind starts spinning, trying to think what is the right thing to do? Her heart pounds as she feels his hot breath against her ear, whispering "Like I said, I won't hurt you if you do what I say. Now stop struggling before I change my mind." He drags her backwards toward the door of the laundry room. The arm beneath her breasts moves away from her body and then the room goes dark. She starts to panic as she realizes he's turned off the light. Should she fight or be still like he told her? Before she has the chance to decide, he's again pushing her forward, back into the center of the room. The gap beneath the door allows in just enough light to see where they are. "I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth, but one word out of you and you'll never see daylight again. Understand?," he grumbles deeply. She nods, afraid to make a sound in fear of what he might do. Slowly he moves his hand from her mouth, his body pressing her against the washer. She can tell he's at least 6 ft tall and close to at least 200 lbs. She turns her head slightly trying to get a glimpse of him but it's no use, it's just too dark to see. Suddenly he takes her arm and brings it behind her back. She starts to struggle and pull her arm back but he presses her against the washer even harder and grabs her behind the neck, digging his fingers into her skin. Immediately she stops, remembering his early warning. "Good girl," he whispers with a chuckle, "You learn fast for a whore." He again takes her arm behind her back, tying a strip of material around her wrist. Then he takes her other arm and ties it tightly to the first, pulling on them to be sure she can't get loose. Satisfied with his work, he places both hands on either side of her shoulders, squeezing them as he whispers into her ear, "Time for the fun to begin. I've been watching you for days now. I know no one's home and I know that punk of a husband of yours wont be home for at least another five hours. That leaves you and I plenty of time to become acquainted. If you are nice, you live to see daylight again, if not... well let's just not even think about it, okay?." "Please don't hurt me," she begged. That was all she could manage, her heart was pounding and her body was trembling. All she could think of was Tom finding her dead body, but she couldn't let that happen. She loves him so much, she has to see him again. Even if it means doing whatever this monster says. "Oh I'm not going to hurt you, unless you force me to. It's all in your hands now," he said as his hands slowly trail down along her upper arms, his fingertips making chill bumps rise up from her skin. Suddenly he squeezes her arms tightly, pulling her from the washer and turning her around, facing him. He was close to her, so close she could smell him. A mixture of leather and sweat, a smell she'd never forget. She feels his hand softly touch one side of her face, his fingers moving down along her cheek to her chin. He takes her chin in his hand and tilts it upwards. She couldn't see him but senses that he is close. Then she feels his lips on hers, kissing her softly at first then with more force. She feels his tongue pushing against her lips trying to force its way through them into her mouth but she wouldn't allow it. The thought of his tongue on hers makes her sick to her stomach. He pulls away with a chuckle and moves a step back from her. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he hisses. "Well I can be just as feisty as you are." He then reaches up to her shirt and rips it open with one quick yank, sending buttons flying across the floor. "How's that for feisty?" he growls. Again he presses against her, pushing her hard against the washer, his hands reaching inside her ripped shirt, placing his palms against her sides and slowly moving them up toward her breasts. Taking her full breasts in his hands, he squeezes them gently, massaging and caressing them. She holds her breath as he's doing this, terrified to make a sound and afraid of what's to come. Suddenly he leans down and kisses her neck as he takes her nipples between his thumb and finger, pinching and rolling them. She tries to control herself but moans softly, her nipples have always been so sensitive. Again he pulls away from her, "You like that huh?" he hissed. "You are such a whore, what would dear hubby think of you acting this way?" he sneered. He then reaches down and starts undoing her shorts, yanking them down and letting them fall around her ankles. He places his hand between her legs and feels her panties are slightly damp, just as he thought they would be. "Tell me to fuck you, bitch. Beg me to rip your panties off and fuck you like the whore you are," he growled in a deep, husky voice. "Please don't . . . please don't rape me," Carol whined nervously. "Please, I have money. Take whatever you want and just go, I won't tell anyone I promise." "Oh I plan to take exactly what I came for, something you and I both know you want to give me. So shut the fuck up and do what I say. We don't want this to turn ugly, do we?" he asked. Suddenly he takes her by the hair and drags her over to the pile of laundry on the floor. Pushing her backwards she lands on her butt on the pile of dirty clothes. She can only see the outline of her assailant, standing above her. She hears him moving, hears him place something on the washer. Then she hears a zipper . . . and realizes he's getting undressed. Her heart starts pounding faster and she tries to back up but she can't. She's against the wall in the corner with nowhere to go. He's actually going to rape her and there's nothing she can do about it. How did she ever let herself get into this mess? Didn't she lock the door after Tom left for work? Her thoughts were interrupted by him walking toward her. She can feel him standing over her, one foot on either side of her body. She knew he was naked, she knew she was about to be raped. He again takes her hair in his hand and pulls her up, "On your knees bitch," he growls. "It's time to show me how much you want to live." Quickly she struggles to get to her knees before he rips her hair out of her head. With a whimper she manages to do just that. He moves closer to her and something warm touches her on the side of her face. He pulls her hair toward him, bringing her face up to his crotch, her nose against his full balls. "Lick my balls bitch, and keep in mind you're showing me how much you want to live. Not how much you want to die. So don't do anything stupid," he said angrily. With tears coming to her eyes from the pain of her hair being pulled, she slowly sticks her tongue out and barely touches him with it. She feels warm soft balls that have been freshly shaven smooth. What kind of rapist takes the time to shave his balls before an attack? A quick tug on her hair brings her back to reality and she again turns to the task at hand. She begins to lick at his balls, caressing them with her tongue, keeping in mind her life depends on her every move. Gently she takes one into her mouth, letting it float there on her warm wet tongue as she softly sucks on it. She hears his breathing getting deeper and knows she's doing her job well. She then moves to his other ball, caressing it as she did the last. Taking it into her mouth as gently as she can, imagining this is Tom instead of a stranger just so she can get through it without getting sick. She feels his cock growing larger against her head as she continues sucking and licking at his balls. She's always loved going down on Tom. Sucking his beautiful cock always turns her on like nothing else does. For a moment she feels guilty for thinking of him while doing this to another man, but it's not like this was her choice. Thinking of her husband may be the one thing that gets her through this ordeal alive. Suddenly he pulls her head away from him. "You know you want to suck my cock, don't you bitch? Ask me to let you suck my big hard cock. Beg me to let you," he said in that low growl of his. Could she really force herself to say those things? If she wanted to live, she had to. "May I please suck your cock for you?" she whispered. He pulls her head up by her hair and softly rubs the head of his cock along her cheek, down the side of her face and across her lips. She feels how hard and big it is. How soft the head of it is against her lips. Then she stops herself from thinking of such things. How could she possibly be thinking of this man and his cock in a good way? Again he slowly drags it across her lips, but this time she parts them and slides her tongue between them just enough to feel the soft velvety head of his cock as it goes by. "You know you want it. I can tell you're one of those sluts that love to suck on a nice hard cock. Tell me you want it and maybe, just maybe I'll let you have another taste," said the growling voice of the dark. She decided to go with it. She wanted to live. "Please let me suck your cock, I want . . . no, I need to taste you, I beg you to please let me," she said a little louder than before. Carol feels the head of his cock press against her lips. She opens her mouth and he quickly thrusts it deep into her throat. Surprised by the quick movement she slightly chokes as her mouth tries to adjust to the hard intruder. She presses her tongue against the length of his cock and slides it back and forth against its smooth hard surface. He slowly pulls her head back, allowing his cock to slide across her wet lips, stopping and letting the head of it rest on her tongue. She sucks on it as though she were a child and this was her pacifier, trying to take it back deep into her mouth. Again with one quick thrust his cock is buried deep into her throat. But this time she was ready for him. She tightens her lips around his hard rod and allows her tongue to dance along its length inside her mouth. His cock is growing even larger and harder, filling her mouth and moving deeper into her throat. His hips start to move slowly back and forth. Spit leaking out of the side of her mouth with each of his thrusts. She moans softly as he tightens the grip on her hair and pulls her head to him to meet his movements. "Suck my cock bitch . . . suck it harder!" he growls deeply as he starts pumping her face even faster. She tries to keep up with him, tries to keep her lips wrapped around his thick shaft and continues sucking harder. Her lips growing raw from the friction and frenzied movements of her assailant, but she's determined to do as he wants. Suddenly he stops and yanks hard on her hair pulling her face back and away from his cock. She hears him as he starts stroking himself, moaning and breathing hard as his tightens his grip even more on her hair, pulling her head back so far her face is pointing straight up as if she's looking at the ceiling. Then she hears him groan loudly and feels his hot sticky cum shooting all over her face, running down her neck and splattering on her chest. Breathing deeply he pulls her face toward him and she feels the cum soaked head of his cock press against her lips. "Clean me off slut . . . clean it off good," he whispered between gasps of breath. She takes his cock into her mouth and bathes all the warm sticky cum from its shaft, sucking on the head, being sure to get every drop. After swirling her tongue round and round the head she lets it loose with a final suck and it pops from her mouth, nice and clean . . . and still very hard. Finally he turns her hair loose and lets her drop back down onto her butt on the pile of laundry. It's over, she thinks to herself. I did everything he said and at last he'll leave and I'm still alive. Her heart starts to calm down a bit and she's suddenly not as scared as she was. It wasn't as bad as she had imagined, at least he hadn't raped her. That's when a sudden push to her chest sent her falling backwards onto her back. She felt the weight of this man on top of her body forcing the air from her lungs. When she's finally able to catch her breath, again she asks him "What are you doing? You said if I did everything you told me you would leave. I did everything . . . what more do you want from me?" He rose up a little, his head on her naked chest. She could feel his hot breath as he laughed an evil laugh. "Baby, but we've just begun. When I'm done with you, you'll know. Believe me, you'll know . . . ," he growled in that deep sinister voice he had. With that said he forced her legs open wide with his knees. She felt something cold and sharp against her thigh. He slid it up to her waist, around to the front of her stomach and started slowly moving it down between her legs along the outside of her panties. She felt it pressing against her pussy, forcing her panties between the lips. She breathed in quickly, holding her breath, terrified he was going to cut her. She knew it was a knife and knew any movement would mean a lot of pain. He took his other hand and slid it inside her panties, holding them up to give the knife room to slide inside the leg opening and quickly slice upwards, cutting her panties off in one motion. Snatching the torn material from her body and pressing his body upon hers, he brings the knife up to her face. "Remember what I told you about seeing daylight again" he hissed as he slowly slid the blade down the side of her neck. Terrified, Carol didn't dare make a sound. She remembered his threat well. She tries not to think about what's going on, but it is hard to do with his cock rubbing against her pussy. Remembering how easily she became aroused earlier at just the thought of sucking his cock, feeling him rubbing against her pussy was almost more than she could take. He raises himself so that his body is hovering over hers but his cock is still pressing against her. He then starts slowly moving back and forth, rubbing her harder, pushing his cock in between the lips of her pussy and against her clit. Back and forth he moves, over and over again. Her body betraying her, she moans softly and presses back against him. He suddenly stops, making her realize just how much he is getting to her. She certainly isn't fighting him off. "You love this" he laughed. "You little whore. You want me to fuck you so badly that your pussy is wet and begging for it." He moved back slightly, taking his hand down between her legs and placing it flat on her pussy, sliding two fingers just inside the lips. "So warm and wet, I knew you were a slut from the day I first saw you. It's just a shame that husband of yours isn't here to watch." She can't believe how her body is betraying her. She is about to be raped! What the fuck is going on inside her? But she couldn't help it. He hadn't hurt her, hadn't forced her to do anything she didn't love doing anyway. And his cock felt so damned good rubbing against her clit . . . she does want him to fuck her! Slowly his two fingers easily slide deep inside her warm, wet pussy. He moves them around and then teasingly brings them back out, slightly brushing over her clit as he brings his hand up from between her legs. "See how much you want me . . . taste how much you want me," he growled as he places his two wet fingers on her lips. She opens her mouth and sucks on his fingers as though she were sucking on a piece of candy. She loves the taste of her own pussy, always has. After taking his fingers from her mouth, he again presses his hard cock against her. "Ask me to rape you," he demanded. "No . . . please, no don't rape me," she whispered, even though she really did want him to. By this time she not only wants him to, but she needs him to. Roughly he presses his cock against her, rubbing harder against her with every stroke. "You know you want it, admit it," he hissed as he continues the torturous teasing of her clit. But still she refuses to say anything. Then he stops. He rises up off of her as though he gives up, leaving her feeling relieved yet confused. Then a sudden yank on her ankles makes her realize he hasn't given up after all. "Since you won't cooperate, we'll do it my way" he growled angrily. He reaches down and grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her up toward him. "Turn around and face the wall. And you had damned well better do what I say this time bitch or I'm going to lose my patience with you." Carol does as he says, again recalling the threat about not seeing daylight. She gets up on her knees, timidly turning around as he had demanded. Then she is struck by a sudden push to her shoulders, sending her forward to the floor. In an instant he's on her, pushing her forward, leaving her no choice but to stay on her chest with her ass in the air. In one swift motion he impales her with his stiff cock, sending all the air right out of her lungs. "Aaaahhhhhhggggggg," she yells in a mixture of pain and fear. He immediately grabs her by the hair once again, pulling her up off her elbows. Forcing her to arch her back and push her ass toward him, shoving his cock even deeper into her hot wet pussy. "Please nooo, please don't do this . . . " she cried. He groaned loudly as he rears back, pulling almost all the way out of her and then ramming his cock back inside even further. Pulling her by the hair even tighter he growls "Scream for me bitch, fight me and make this even more fun than it already is." He places his other hand flat on her back and pushes down as he holds onto her hair and starts fucking her faster. His cock is so hard he couldn't stop even if he wanted to at this point. There is nothing Carol could do, as if she wants to anyway. Her pussy had never felt so full before, she'd never been so excited and turned on as she is now at the hands of her rapist. Feeling his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy is the best feeling she's had in a long time. She doesn't want him to stop, but doesn't want him to know this either. She also doesn't want him to know she is about to cum so she tries to control it . . . but it's no use. He feels her pussy tighten up around his cock and knows she's about to cum. "I knew you wanted this. I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock. Cum for me you fucking whore, tell me to fuck you harder!" he sneered. "Fuck me harder, damn you! Fuck my pussy hard and fast you son of a bitch!" she yells as she pushes her ass toward him, meeting his every stroke. Then finally she can't hold back any longer. Her orgasm tears through her body like a streak of lightning. She feels it from her toes to the top of her head. "Ooohhhhhhhh Godddddd yesssssssssssss . . . fuck me you bastard!" she screamed. Feeling her cum and hearing her screaming like that is more than he can take. He lets go of her hair and grabs her hips, pulling her toward him and slamming his cock into her with all his might. Fucking her faster and harder, his cock sliding so far inside his balls were being soaked with her juices and cum. Then with one final thrust he explodes deep inside her wet, cum soaked hole. "Aaahhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhh baby . . . " he moaned loudly as he again thrusts his cock deep inside, emptying his load of hot seed. Taking & Giving They both collapse, completely spent. "Carol, damn . . . you sure know how to drive your rapist crazy. When you started screaming like that I almost exploded right then" he muttered. "Tom, my love, you can rape me anytime and anywhere. I don't know how you come up with these ideas of yours, but don't stop! I admit at first I was a little bit scared but when I got a smell of you and smelled that leather I knew it was you. Thank God for that damned new tool belt of yours" she giggled. "Now untie my hands, there's something I need to do." Tom reaches over and unties her hands, rubbing her wrists to be sure she was ok. Carol then turns around, feeling for him in the dark. She moves over to where he lay, her hands finding his thighs and slowly moving upward. Taking his still hard cock in her hand she leans forward and takes it into her mouth. Sucking off the mixture of their cum, her tongue lovingly sliding down along the side being sure to get every drop. "Mmmmmm . . . I do love your cock so very much Tom. Almost as much as I love you" she sighed. "I'll race you to the shower!" With that she jumps up, opens the door and races for the stairs, Tom close on her trail. Taking Anna "Anna," the name rolled off his tongue and out into the damp cold air of his castle. "My Anna," he said staring at the small painted portrait in his hand that did the beautiful girl no justice. With smile, just starting at the edges of his full masculine lips, he slipped the portrait into a drawer and moved across the room to the couch where his beloved slept quietly, unconscious from a blow to the head. He nearly growled at that, he was going to punish the one who had done it, but for now he would just be with her, wait for her wake up. Anna began to stir, a groan in her warm throat as she reached for her head. Dolannis slipped his arms under her easily, and picked her up, cradling her like a child. Her eyes fluttered open when she felt him holding her and she thought it to be one of her older brothers. "Byron?" She asked making out the long black hair, not understanding why his skin was so pale. "No love, I am not your brother." Dolannis kissed her confused little look, full on the mouth. "Something for which I am eternally grateful." Anna's lips tingled from the sensation of his kiss, her first kiss. "But," her hand came up and touched her lips lightly. "Who are you?" "You know who I am," Dolannis said carrying her to his bed and laying her down gently in the black velvet. She really looked at him now, sleep gone from her eyes. She did know him. He was the one who had sent those horrid women, no creatures, after her. The one who invaded her dreams, showed her how he wanted to love her, adore her, take care of her. "You're not human," she said almost as simply as if she had stated his hair was black, his skin was pale, his eyes the most vibrant and piercing color of green she'd ever seen. "No, not really." This time she watched his mouth as he spoke, noticed the long sharp fangs inside it. She felt her stomach not in anticipation and her breath caught in her throat. "I'm yours now, aren't I?" Dolannis slowly began un-tucking his shirt as he watched her. "Yes, you are. You were meant to be since birth." He pulled his shirt off and climbed into the bed with her, pinning her arms above her head. "Will you fight me?" She gasped from having a half naked man above her, touching her arms. "N-no," She stuttered nervous. He grinned at her. "Yes you will." He used one hand now, holding both arms easily as the other hand trailed down her soft skin to her small firm round breasts, just touching, not yet unclothing; his chilled fingertips moving across her chest, groping and rubbing. She struggled a little, suddenly embarrassed by the touch of a man who was not her husband. "Wh-what are you doing?" "Shh," Dolannis leaned down and kissed her, a soft kiss with a flicker of his tongue, teasing her lips while his hand slid from her breasts down to her hip and he grasped the skirt of her dress, slowly inching his fingers out and gathering more of her dress into his hand pull up her legs, revealing her peaches and cream thighs. He felt and electric shock of pleasure mixed with anticipation as he no longer grasped at cloth when his finger inched out, but skin. The moment his skin met hers his kissed turned from soft and teasing to deep and passionate. His tongue now licked her lips, tasting her skin and took her lower lip between his, sucking it then letting it go only to ravage her mouth. Anna had meant to cry no, to stop him, but her arms were held firmly above her head and when she opened her mouth she found his tongue inside it and instead of a cry it was a moan, stifled against his kiss. "Anna," Dolannis whispered kissing down along her throat, ignoring the need to stay there and feed off her. Instead he moved down to her breasts, kissing them through her dress before closing his teeth around the buttons that trailed down the front of her and ripping them off. He would see every inch of her and have every inch of her. "Wait," Anna whispered hoarsely, her breath quick and heavy. She tugged at her arms trying to pull them from his grip. She knew she had to stop him, no matter how he made her insides tingle and want for things she didn't even know. "No." Dolannis let go of her arms only so her could use both hands, ripping her dress open and sliding a hand under her, pulling her toward him, off the bed. She was like a rag doll in his arms, he was much stronger than her and somehow she didn't seem to be able to try very hard at stopping him. "Dolannis," She suddenly moaned as he yanked her dress down her shoulders and kissed every newly exposed inch of flesh, finally closing his mouth over her left breast, a clever tongue circling and flicking against her erect little nipple. He laid her back down, her entire upper body unclothed and tingling from the attention he gave. It was all too much for him and knew he would have to have her soon, so he ripped the rest of her dress open, all the way down to the hem, only the small thin cloth of her panties covering her now. He could have died right then, eternally damned to hell, the image of her perfect little body forever ingrained on his mind. "Anna," He whispered kissing her stomach, kissing her sides, running his hands up and down her thighs. "Oh merciful Lord you're beautiful." He began pulling her underwear down slowly, looking up into her dark, stormy, blue eyes. Once she was fully naked he pulled her ruined dress out from under her, tossing it to the ground just before sliding out of his pants finding his place next to her on the bed, his face pressed against her breasts and his hand moving over her body, feeling every inch of her. Anna gasped and turned on her side to hide her naked body against his. He couldn't help but feel himself growing harder yet against her thighs as her hot skin pressed up against his. He opened his mouth and took one of her nipples into it again, his hand gilding down her hip and tugging her thigh so that her leg lay atop his hips and her soft untouched cunt be exposed. His hand slid down until his fingertips could feel her heat then he slowly pulled his mouth away from her breasts and moved his body up enough to find her lips, kissing her deeply just as his fingers slid along her moist little pussy lips. She instantly moaned against his kiss and squirmed, trying to close her legs, but he held her still, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth and pushing his fingers into the lips of her pussy, feeling how soft and wet she was for him. He growled grabbing her hip and pushing her onto her back, keeping her leg up and connected with his so that he could get between her legs. "Dolannis," she whimpered wanting more but fearing more. "I'm here," he whispered finding her entrance with his stiff cock. "Right here," he groaned sinking down into her, the head of his cock forcing its way in, stretching her until he reached the barrier that meant making her his and only his. Anna tensed up and gripped his arms, her small body trembling just before she cried out and hid her face in his shoulder as he pulled back a little and plunged all the way in, very nearly tearing her apart and making her his completely. "Dolannis!" She cried out gripped his back, her nails digging into his flesh as he laid still against her, waiting for her to adjust to his size. "Shh," He smoothed a hand over her hair and kissed her lightly. "The worst is over," he whispered sliding his hands under her and pulling her up as he sat back on his knees. "Mmm, Anna!" He half groaned half growled slowly beginning to thrust his hips up into her as her held her tight against him. "Oh, D-dolan-," She could barely speak as the pain from him first entering her was completely washed away and was replaced with a feeling she'd never known before, one that completely filled her. Dolannis thrust a little harder, her little moans and the sound of his name from her lips driving him mad. "Anna, forgive me," he begged as he laid her back down and grabbed her hips, beginning to thrust into her hard and fast. Anna was nearly screaming from the way he was making her feel and gripped the pillows behind her head as her entire body began to build up toward something and her pussy squeezed his cocked hard in response to his wild thrusting. "Anna, oh god," The way she squeezed him drove him over the edge and he slammed up into her, the head of his cock pushing up into her womb as it began to jerk and spit his hot white cum, filling her up as his pulsing cock pushed her into her first orgasm. She bucked her hips against him and she cried out his name over and over as waves of pleasure rippled through her body and her cunt spasmed around him causing him to collapse on top of her as yet more cum was forced into her. Dolannis kissed her brow, with a smile playing at his lips. She was his now. Taking Anna Anna awoke in a cold sweat, unable to quite remember the nightmare she'd just had. She knew it had been bad though. She sat up slowly, pushing her pink satin sheets down to her knees, and looked at her clock. 2:28 a.m. No one would be up right now, she thought, but she grabbed a robe anyway in case her mom's newest husband happened to be downstairs. Anna generally slept in the nude – she liked the feel of clean sheets against her bare skin, and she was 18 now, after all. She could do what she wanted. She couldn't stomach the thought of her stepdad seeing her naked though. Something about the way his narrow eyes tended to linger a little too long on her breasts creeped her out a little. She checked in the mirror quickly before going downstairs, combing her fingers through her thick blond hair – more out of habit than of actual concern for how it looked. Then she pulled the robe tightly over her perky size-C breasts, which were big for her tiny figure and tended to pop out of clothing at inopportune moments. Anna padded down the hallway and down the stairs, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. She winced as the icemaker groaned loudly, the ice cubes clanking into her glass. Hopefully she hadn't woken up the whole house. She was in the midst of taking a long sip of her icewater when she heard the stairs creak behind her. Damn it. She'd woken her stepdad. He came down the stairs and stood in the doorway to the kitchen, dressed only in his boxers, carrying a rifle. His hairy stomach poking out over the boxers' elastic made him seem more silly than anything, and Anna was rather glad it hadn't been an intruder. "Calm down, David, it's me. I'm just getting water. Sorry I woke you." David swore and lowered the gun. "Fuck, Anna, you scare the living shit out of me!" He looked angry. "You know, it's more my house than yours. I was here first. I had every right to get a stupid glass of water." She was still half asleep, and didn't have any patience for David right now. Her mother tended to go through husbands like most women went through pairs of shoes, but this newest one really rubbed Anna the wrong way. "I pay the mortgage on this house, you ungrateful bitch", spat David, taking Anna aback slightly. She'd never seen him this nasty before. "Come over here, girl. Look at you, you're half dressed, like a little whore." "David –" She spun around in an attempt to evade the hand that reached out to grab her, but he caught her mid-spin and dragged her backwards. His other hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her squeal. "Don't bother fighting, slut. You belong to me now, just like everything else in this house, and it's time you figured it out." Anna was scared now, still unsure of what he meant to do. He had gotten ahold of some duck tape somehow, though. He ripped off a big piece and smoothed it over Anna's lips, laughing softly when he saw the beginnings of tears in the corner of her eyes. "Your mother's fast asleep, she took a nice big sleeping pill before she went to bed. No one's going to hear you scream when I rip you open, bitch." And suddenly, he threw her over his shoulder and started carrying her to the couch. Anna struggled hard, pushing her hands against him, trying to kick her legs out, but he held onto her tight. He was a big man, almost 6'4", and muscled except for the beer gut. Anna knew deep down that her slim 5'2 frame was no match for him. He wouldn't rape me . . he wouldn't . . . her thoughts were racing. She thought she smelled alcohol on him. In the living room, David tugged off her robe and ripped one of the curtain ties off the window and tied her hands before bending her over the couch. She felt so helpless as his hands groped up and down her naked body. His fingers were rough against her breasts, grabbing and squeezing them hard. She whimpered, giving another attempt at a struggle, but knowing full well she was beaten. I'm a virgin, she wanted to tell him. He couldn't just take it from her like this! But she doubted he'd listen. His breathing was heavy now, and she could feel him tug his boxers off. Gruffly, he ripped her white lacey panties from her body, revealing her round bare ass, and he let out a small moan as he squeezed both cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her little pink pussy and asshole. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to walk with a limp for days, slut," he muttered, rubbing his cock against her thigh. It hardened as he rubbed against her, and it felt huge. She was crying for real now, though still muffled by the duck tape over her mouth, and shaking. He just laughed again, and suddenly, without any warning, lined his dick up with her virgin pussy and thrust into her as hard as he could. Searing pain shot through Anna, and she convulsed a little as his cock tore into her. He didn't stop. His hands held her down as he fucked her hard, thrusting in and out of her newly broken-in body. He looked down at her perfect, juicy ass, and it was like he turned into a wild animal – he couldn't stop. He knew he was hurting her – he could hear her whimpering even through the duck tape, but she was so tight and so perfect. He was going to come inside her. He hadn't planned on it, he was her stepfather. He wasn't supposed to be fucking her, let alone breeding her. But her pussy gripped his cock so tightly that he could only think of one thing – shooting his load into her. Harder and harder he rammed his cock into her, his balls slapping loudly against her ass. God, he loved nailing her. Finally he felt it coming, and with a groan he felt his dick explode inside her, shooting his hot cum into her pussy, filling her up with his seed. He held her down as she renewed her struggles, somehow realizing what was happening. He didn't let her go until every drop was out of his cock. Finally, he slid out of her, and untied her hands. She dropped to the floor, dazed, his cum still dripping from her pussy. She was trying to collect her thoughts - was it possible that a part of her had actually enjoyed the pounding her stepfather just gave her? "Don't you dare tell your mom about this, slut, or it's going to be your asshole I rip open next time." She nodded, obviously defeated, tears flowing freely down her face. He ripped the ducktape from her face, but she barely flinched. Taking Anna's Ass (Disclaimer- I do not own durex in any way) Anna and I had been together for 2 years before this night. I won't say that we were closed-minded sexually, we had sex all the time, but there were several things she wouldn't do. She wouldn't let me film us having sex, she rarely gave me a blowjob, and anal sex? Not a chance. She was disgusted by the very idea of it. "Not a chance" she would say. "I hear it hurts for days after, and it hurts when you walk" Needless to say, this didn't stop me from trying. When I would be taking her from behind, I would act like my thumb slipped, start rubbing around, even fingering it occasionally. The thing is... She liked it. She would arch her back and try to get more of me into her. And it wasn't like she didn't notice, afterwords she would confront me about it, and I would just act like I didn't notice. Well, on this fateful night, I was committed. Things had started to go downhill in our relationship, and sex was pretty much all that we had left. Let me describe Anna to you. She was very beautiful. Wavy raven hair, piercing blue eyes, and a kind smile. She was around 5'4, and very athletic. Though her boobs were fairly small, her ass was amazing. It was one of those asses that looked good all the time. Round enough to look good in pants, but tight enough to look good naked. Regardless of what position we started from, I never finished unless I was banging her from behind. I had started to suspect that she was seeing somebody else. Even when we were alone, she was always texting somebody but she would never say who. I found weird marks that she promised weren't hickies on places like her neck and under her boob, and she was coming over less and less often. She would often come over, we'd have dinner, we'd fuck, and she would make up an excuse like, "Oh shit, I have a meeting in the morning" or "My friend needs help, her boyfriend just broke up with her". But again, tonight was different. For a bad reason. She came over, things started getting hot and heavy and... She ran to the bathroom. She came back flustered and upset. "What's wrong?" "I just started my period" While a little frustrated, this didn't interfere with my mission. "That's fine baby, how about I give you one of my famous back rubs" She smiled. She loved my backrubs. And this gave me a perfect opportunity. We were still mostly naked. I was completely naked, and she was topless and only wearing panties. She lay on her stomach on my bed and I straddled her. I licked her spine from the small of her back to her neck and began to lightly trace my fingers up and down. Her eyes closed as she gave into the feeling. Meanwhile, I began to grow hard and started slowly slipping her panties down her shapely ass. I roughly pushed into the muscles below her shoulder-blades and she arched her back. I started passionately rubbing and grinding and thrusting my crotch against her backside. She saw this as harmless dry-humping and smiled. She even pushed back. By this point, I had her panties nearly all the way off of her shapely ass. I had to be careful, because I knew that if I took them off, she might... Well... Bleed everywhere. She also might notice that she's now naked... And that might lead to her getting dressed. I knew that I had to act quickly, but I couldn't force anything. If it stopped feeling good for one second, she might stop it and then they would have issues. So I reached over for the special Durex massage get and lubricant and squirted a little on the small of her back, and began to position myself. I rubbed it up and down her spine, lightly trailing with my fingertips. Then I took the initiative. I made sure my hands were good and lubed and I took handfuls of both cheeks. I grabbed on and rubbed around playfully. She giggled and I gave her a light slap. While she thought I was playing, I located her cute, virgin asshole and aligned my cock. I moved back up and reached around. I started massaging her cute breasts and made my move. I started pushing in and I felt the tip start to rub her unused hole. From articles I read on the internet, I knew that I had to loosen it up before it could handle my cock. Then it happened. She moaned and pushed her ass up... Exactly as I was thrusting. I felt the skin roll over the tip of my dick the lube helped it glide in. I found myself, 4 inches into her ass, lube drenched hands gripping her waist, unsure of what to do. A few seconds passed before she spoke up. "Um... What are y-" But I had dealt with enough. This girl had lead me on, lied to me, manipulated me, and she was fucking somebody else. If this was going to be our last time together, it was gonna be all about me. I gently slid the rest of myself into her. She gasped. I gripped harder onto her and slowly started rocking my hips into her. Her facial expression changed from angry, to confused, to one I had seen a few times when I had really been on my game. Complete ecstasy. I started pumping it faster into her, mesmerized by her perfect bum shaking, glistening from the lube. I was shocked to notice she was now tenderly massaging the bottom of her clit. Her "special spot" and loudly moaning. "You like that huh?" I dared. She didn't respond, so I gave her a hard thrust. "I SAID, you fucking like that, don't you?" "Fuck! Yes" she screamed. Ass jiggling, moaning, taking 8 inches in the ass like the slut that she was. She was loving it. Thankfully for me, she never noticed the camera I set up on my dresser. Fucked up? Yes. Cliche? Definitely. But this relationship was over, and if she was gonna go behind my back and fuck someone else, I was gonna show everybody that... Well... She took it in the ass like a pro. Caught up in the moment, I realized that the moment was cummi-... Coming. I felt my hips start to shiver, my spine tingled, and my balls began to swell. I pulled out quickly, causing her to gasp in pain. Then, while she was shocked, I flipped her around and jerked it off directly in her face. My beautiful slut of a girlfriend, fresh off being reamed in the ass, covered in my jizz, glaring at me. It was beautiful. And thanks to my camera. I had it forever. Obviously she was pissed. And embarrassed. She ran out of the house, naked, gaping, and covered in cum. And wouldn't talk to me for hours. She eventually called me, with intentions of yelling at me. She was shocked when instead, I yelled at her. For treating me like shit. For using me. For lying to me. For fucking somebody else. We broke up. Big surprise. I posted the video online... Last time I checked it had 3,000 views. I've moved on, I'm in a great relationship with a girl who loves me. (She takes it in the ass voluntarily) As for Anna? Last I heard, she was working at the DMV, living with her parents, and trying to evade the nickname of "Anal Anna". So next time the hot girl at the DMV is a bitch? Tell her she's being a pain in the ass. Taking Annie Flirting I've been a flirt for a long time. I've always known about the power a pair of high heels and a bit of cleavage has over men and I've used it. For nearly 10 years, I was with Luke, a man who loved seeing me flaunt my body in public and, when our relationship ended a couple of years ago, I had to relearn how to flaunt it with strangers. "You've always got so many guys!" my friend Annie complained several months ago. "Look, there's that guy over there, looking at you now!" she added, once when we were out having a coffee. I was wearing a short checked skirt and a pair of black strappy high heels and his eyes were moving down my slim legs to my feet. I smiled, half at Annie, half at him, as I stretched my feet out and wiggled my toes with their crimson-painted nails. "God, you're a flirt!" said Annie, blushing. "And, what the hell have you got on under the skirt, Christy?" she added, as she glimpsed bare flesh at the top of my thighs. "Don't you ever wear panties?!" she asked another time, as she watched me get ready for a night out. I struggled into a tight pink leather skirt and loosely tied a white shirt across my breasts as Annie sat on my bed. "Why should I?" I asked her. "If I do and I score, I just have to take them off. If I don't and I score, I'm ready to go!" I added, sitting down on my bed next to her. I slid on my high heels and lay back on the bedspread, holding my knees. "There's a very simple reason why the guys follow me around like little sheep, darling!" I laughed. "What's that?" Annie asked, reddening a little. "This!" I said, parting my legs; I felt a need to shock Annie and this certainly did. "For God's sake, Christy!" "Well..." I laughed, "You watch how many guys pay attention tonight!" At the party, Annie sat on the sofa with me and we had a little heart to heart. "I guess you're right, Christy", she said, "Just about every guy in the place has eyed your legs off tonight". "You should give it a go, too. You're a sexy woman, Annie", I smiled, looking down at her legs in their knee length skirt. "Well, what should I do, Christy?" she asked. "Shall we start right now?" I said. "There's a room full of guys right here", I whispered, placing a hand on her knee. She looked down at my hand, bit her bottom lip and smiled a wicked little grin. Slowly, we slid her skirt up together, revealing her slim shapely legs. "How far?" she whispered. "It works best if guys can see your panties", I replied, helping her push her skirt up further. "Wriggle around a bit, too", I suggested, "That way, your skirt will twist nicely". As soon as she did, we noticed several guys look Annie's way and, before long, two were perched on the arms of the sofa chatting to us. With a few nods of encouragement from me, Annie wriggled some more and, before long, her green panties were clearly visible between her smooth thighs as she moved her legs. * * * "So, shall we go out flirting sometime?" Annie asked me breathlessly. She'd phoned me to fill me in on what had happened after the party. She had indeed snared her man and was hungry for more conquests. "Sure, I'd love to, Annie!" I replied. "There are plenty more tricks I can show you!" The first place we went flirting together was a singles' ball, advertised in a fashion magazine. They offered prizes to the "Most Eligible Bachelor" and the "Sexiest Bachelorette" and we were both determined to nab ourselves a couple of the Eligible Bachelors! "Hey, Christy!" whispered Annie, as we were queuing out the front on the night and checking out the 'competition'. "Some good looking guys here!" Sure enough, there were guys by the dozen: dark and blonde, chunky and slender, sexy and ordinary. Plenty of girls too, mainly in pairs and groups, giggling and chatting in their high heels and skimpy party dresses. "Are you glad I insisted?" I whispered to Annie, who was wearing a fairly daring dress, on my suggestion. "Sort of", she replied. "I feel a bit like I'm on show at a meat market", she added, looking down at her small but firm breasts which could be seen clearly outlined through the stretchy pink fabric of her dress. "But as long as I'm with you...", she smiled, looking me up and down. I was in one of my most daring outfits, a black nylon minidress which covered my front respectably, but was entirely backless with just a flap covering the upper half of my butt. To lift my butt, I'd worn some strappy platforms which laced around my ankles and added almost five inches to my height. "You did wear panties, didn't you?" Annie whispered urgently, once we were almost at the head of the queue. "What do you think?" I smiled. "With a dress like this...?" Once we were in, we headed straight for the bar where a couple of guys bought us drinks. A bit of chat with them, then to the dancefloor, where we could show off a little more. "The way the back of your dress flips up when you wiggle your butt is very sexy, Christy", Annie yelled to me, above the din of the music. I could see several guys watching my butt as I danced, so I suggested Annie give them something to look at too. "Lift the hem of your dress as you dance. Give them a tease!" As we flirted like this, various guys came and danced with us; some asked to buy us a drink, but we stayed where we were. After five or six songs, I was hot and sweaty, and so was Annie. Her dress had become damp and it clung to her curves as she brushed her hair aside and pushed through the crowd. "I don't know how many hands I had on my butt as I walked through that crowd!" Annie giggled as we sat back on a sofa with a drink to watch the passing throngs. "Look at her!" Annie laughed, as a voluptuous girl went by with a bustier top which didn't quite hide her nipples. Two guys followed her with drinks. Another girl wearing very dark eye-makeup had held her breasts in with just a collection of straps which, during the day, was probably a swimsuit, but here made her look like an exotic dancer on heat. "Now, you've got to get the attention of guys you like by making eye contact", I instructed Annie, who was looking at every guy who looked at her skimpy dress. She sat with her legs folded under her, showing off her shapely calves and thighs and, sure enough, was soon able to attract an admirer. His name was James, a good-looking 30-something advertising type and I left him with Annie while I wandered off. * * * "So, honey, aren't you afraid of attracting the wrong sort of attention in a dress like that?" came a voice behind me, as I was standing by a pillar, watching the crowd on the dancefloor. I turned to the voice and saw a guy standing a little shorter than me, slim, with glasses. At first glance, in his dark clothes, he looked quite unassuming, but with a naughty glint in his eye. "Any sort of attention is good, isn't it? Especially in a place like this", I replied, smiling. "So you like men admiring you?" he asked. That got us into a great conversation about why some women love showing off and a bit of my history with Luke. Mark and I spent the next hour watching guys and girls flirt and I was starting to feel a bit horny. "Watch that girl in the green on the dancefloor", I said to Mark. "She's dancing in a way to flirt with as many guys as possible". She was a plain, slightly overweight girl with a halter neck bikini top which was too small for her large breasts. As she danced, she had to keep adjusting the top to keep her tits in. She had matching short shorts which kept her butt covered, but she enjoyed wiggling it any guy who came near her. "And what do you think of her?" Mark asked me in turn. A curvy girl in a short tube dress had three guys around her. Two of the guys had their hands on her - one his hand on her butt, the other was gently stroking one of her breasts and trying to tease the dress down. "She seems to be enjoying herself. I think the idea of having guys paw her turns her on. You can see her nipples poking through the dress". Having pointed this out, I felt my own nipples through the front of my dress. They were hard as cherry pips. "Do you like guys groping you?" Mark asked. At this point, he hadn't laid a finger on me, despite standing very close by my side. I looked across at him. He was smiling at me coolly, as if he didn't really care what my answer was. "Sure", I said slowly. "Actually, I love it", I added, breaking into a giggle. "I love a bit of public exhibitionism and I'm trying to teach a friend of mine to love it too. She's here with me tonight, but I've left her with a guy". "So what exactly are you teaching her?" Mark asked with a big grin. "You'd be a good teacher too, I'd say". He looked down at my legs, most of which were visible under my short dress, so I thought I'd reward him for his interesting conversation. I just giggled and lifted the front of my dress, showing him the front of my little white g-string. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to Annie", I added, as I let my dress fall back into place and took his hand. As we wove our way through the crowd, I could feel hands touch my butt. I was unsure if any of them were Mark and, to tell the truth, I didn't really care. We found Annie and James still sitting on the sofa and I could see immediately that she was following my advice. "Hi Annie!" I called out as we approached. She looked up and smiled. She was lying back on the sofa, legs apart, her panties a third of the way down her thighs. James's hand was under her dress and Annie's body was reclining right back, enjoying the sensations of being touched in public. "Hi Christy, remember James?" Annie giggled drunkenly, as James hurriedly withdrew his hand and sat up straight. "Of course!" I smiled. "Hey, this is Mark. We've just been looking at all the sluts on the dancefloor". Mark laughed, and James did too. Mark's eyes were on Annie's panties, which she hadn't bothered to pull up. Her flimsy dress hid her pussy from our view, but only just. Seeing her lying on the sofa so wantonly made my own horniness magnify and I felt a desperate urge to be rid of my own g-string. "So, Annie, what are you doing with your panties like that?" I laughed. "What?" she slurred, drunkenly. I knelt down near her and took the edge of her panties and started pulling. She murmured something and stretched back further, letting me pull them past her knees and off her feet. With her arms extended up, we could all see her pussy, neatly trimmed for the night, as could several other people, who stopped to look. "Well, James, looks like she's open for business!" I laughed, as I stood up again, watching his reddening face. I thought Annie would object to me being so crude, but she was enjoying herself and just giggled. She knew her pussy was on show and only slowly sat up and covered herself with her little dress. "Good God!" Mark said, staring at the hem of Annie's dress which was just hiding her crotch. "Your friend's certainly uninhibited! Do you both do this sort of thing?" He looked across at me intently. "Well...", I smiled, leading him several metres over to one side. "This is her first time". He paused. "But it wouldn't be yours?" I replied by leaning up and offering him my lips. He met them and we kissed, hotly, for several minutes, his hands roaming over my back and butt, under the little rear flap of my dress. "You can take it off if you like", I whispered between kisses. As Mark pushed my g-string down my butt, I watched Annie and James go past towards the dancefloor. Annie turned and waved at us and, through her clingy dress, I could see she was still pantyless. I pushed my g-string down my thighs and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. "C'mon, let's dance!" I said, taking Mark by the hand and dragging him after me. I felt the air on my bare pussy for the first time and it tingled amazingly. When I went dancing with Luke, he'd often ask me to take my panties off, but this was the shortest skirt I'd worn without anything at all under it. "There are your friends!" Mark said, as we approached the dancefloor. Annie was dancing with her back to James, who was kissing her neck. His hands were around her waist, bunching her dress up above crotch level. "Jesus, most of the guys there are getting an eyeful, huh?" I laughed, watching the men around Annie peeking at her pussy. She didn't appear to mind, but every now and then, she'd smooth her dress down, only for James to hike it up again. "Let's join them!" I said after a few minutes, pulling Mark after me onto the dancefloor. Annie grinned when she saw us, but made no move to cover herself. James had her dress up almost to her waist and she was writhing and moaning sexily to the music. I pushed myself up against her and Mark hugged me from behind. "Babe, you're amazing!" I said to Annie. She just smiled, drunkenly, and pushed her breasts against mine. I could feel Mark's fingers curling around the front of my hips, searching for my pussy, so I leaned back into him and let him find it. As soon as his finger touched my clit, I orgasmed, I was so turned on. The music and the orgasm pounded together and I moaned loudly, knowing nobody would hear. "Did you just come?" Annie asked me, holding my waist, as we continued dancing. "Mmmmm", I nodded, as I could feel another one coming. Apart from Mark's fingers working magic on me, my horniness increased as I watched other couples flirting. Right near us, a guy was dancing with a girl wearing lace shorts. She had her hand down the front of her shorts the whole time as she gyrated and swivelled in front of him. "My dress is almost off, Christy!" Annie giggled. Sure enough, James had raised the hem of her dress so that it was bunched up under her armpits. His hands then moved to clutch and squeeze her breasts. I looked around and saw a large group of people - guys mainly - watching Annie's almost naked body wedged between James and I. "I want a fuck, Christy!" Annie moaned, loudly enough for me - and James - to hear above the music. James and I exchanged a look - and a smile - and we both knew what to do - it was time to go home and give Annie what she wanted. Letting Annie's dress fall back into place, he led her away off the dancefloor. "Where are we going?" Annie complained as James held her, and Mark and I followed towards the exits. I was excited about the prospect of fucking Mark too, so I kept a firm hold of his hand as we walked out onto the street. The cooler night air on my butt made me aware that I wasn't wearing panties and that my dress only half covered my butt with its flap of black nylon. "Shall we have a quick coffee together before we head home?" Mark asked, as the four of us staggered down the pavement. Annie was struggling to stay upright in her very high heels and I was vainly trying to walk in a way that didn't advertise my butt to everyone. "Sure!" answered James who was feeling Annie's butt through her dress as we walked. "What about right here?" He pointed to a sidewalk café which was still open for the late night club trade and which was packed with nightowls. Lots of heads turned our way as Annie and I approached and Annie, despite her drunkennes, made the most of it. "I'm enjoying this" she whispered, leaning heavily against me once we were seated at a table and had ordered. As she said this, she stretched her legs out, giggling, and we both looked down at the almost sheer fabric that just covered her crotch. James and Mark were sitting opposite us talking together but, very soon, Annie got their attention by placing one foot up on each of their thighs. "Annie!" James said, laughing. He could obviously see right up her dress through the glass topped table, as could Mark, who sat silently, with an amused expression on his face. "So, I hope you boys aren't too tired!" I smiled, looking across at Annie. After we'd drunk our coffees and had chatted for a bit, Annie started to slide down her chair a little, pushing her shoes hard up against James's and Mark's crotches. As she flexed her toes, her soles kneaded their hard cocks. The boys looked quickly at each other and grinned, then just decided to enjoy it. "Mmmmm", Mark said to Annie, "You've got very sexy legs, you know". He stroked her foot in her strappy shoe and pressed it against his hard on. James was doing the same, and Annie had a delighted look on her face as she wriggled in her chair. The conversation turned to Annie's legs and she enjoyed showing most of the café her long slim limbs. Then the conversation turned to her breasts, the outline of which could, of course, be seen through her skimpy dress quite easily. "I think they're a bit small", she said, arching back in her chair and stretching her dress tightly across her chest. "What do you think, James?" James looked at the swell of Annie's breasts and grinned, "They're not too small for me, honey!" We all laughed and I could see that Annie needed to be taken home before she went further. Almost every group of passers-by would stop momentarily and stare at Annie stretched out wantonly, and a few guys wolf whistled and made crude comments. "James", I said, "I think you should take Annie home. She looks pretty tired to me". He grinned at me, thankfully, as Annie exclaimed, "But what about you and Mark? I wanna go somewhere together! I'm not ready for bed yet!" I thought about the possibility of enjoying a foursome with James and Mark. "Well, my place is empty... why don't we go back there for a drink?" Mark and James nodded agreement and we looked to Annie. She smiled, too, and I knew that our night had only just begun... Taking Ashima We both knew why the door was closed and why this meeting had not taken place until the house was deserted. There were unspoken intentions between us and we both understood them. Whether she was playing a coy sort of game of the fear in the back of her eyes was real, but I knew that she wanted this experience, in the way that I wanted her body. The room was bright with the noon sunlight and I suddenly felt it was blinding me. It was too bright for the clandestine acts I desired and I pulled back, suddenly unsure of everything I had planned to do to her. She was dancing. The sultry, rhythmic moves of the west, designed to entice. It was provocative. When she beckoned to me I could not resist and I joined her there in the center of the room, but instead of moving my body along with hers, I reached over and turned the stereo off. I did not want to dance. "What's the matter?" she asked, and there was something like hurt in her voice. "I want to know something," I said, and returned to my place on her bed, sinking in the mattress. "What?" "Have you ever slept with a man?" "No. No," She said, first as if she thought it was a dumb question, a stupid thing to ask. And then, more shyly, with a lowering of her eyes that could have been coquette, or could have been fear or the pathetic sweetness of innocence. I was quiet. I had thought that because Ashima was religious and from another world altogether her thoughts would reflect everything Indian. Instead, she swayed to American dance music and batted her dark eyelashes at me. "What's the matter with you? Don't you want to be with me?" she asked. I suddenly realized how young she was. Her body was deceiving. The full curves of her breasts and the wide span of her hips made me think of her as a mature woman, not just a nubile teenager. Eighteen suddenly seemed too young for these games. I patted her coverlet, close to wear I sat and she came and sat next to me. "I'm sorry. I don't feel like dancing," I told her. "But what should we do?" she asked. Oh, God, I thought. Had she really asked that? What about understanding our intentions? What about waiting until her parents had left her alone to call me and invite me over? Hadn't she known what I would want? What I would expect? "I don't know how to dance." I told her. She giggled. A high girlish sound that shook me to my center. I wanted her. "Come, I'll teach you," she said. I let her draw me off the bed and back to the center of the room. But I wasn't aware of the staccato beat of the music or the movements of our two bodies. I could think only of the stretch of her t-shirt across her breasts and the smooth skin of her arms. Her breasts were too ripe and her mouth too soft for her to be a child. She maneuvered her hips close to mine, so that on every other beat we brushed together, unapologetic and tantalizing. She put her silky arms around me neck, pulling me close to her. I let her lead me, swaying along with her. My feet were bare and seemed hardly to be moving. I slid my hand under her t-shirt, up her side, feeling the long smooth span of her waist and her ribcage. I found her breast, encased in a lacy bra-cup. I kissed her. I wanted to say something, but could think of nothing. She was kissing me back, summoning up all of her miniscule knowledge, seeming to concentrate on how and where to move her lips. But her lips were closed. Demanding more, I pushed my tongue forward and traced it across her lower lip, pushing into her mouth. She resisted and pulled away. "No, I don't like that," she told with a small shake of her head. Her resistance only made me want it more. I tried again and again. Eventually she surrendered and let her lips part, only slightly. My tongue plunged inside. And then that small victory was not enough. My hand found the clasp of her bra, in the deep valley between her breasts. I fumbled there, the back of my hand pressing into her breast as I bent the little metal catch this way and that, searching for the right method. "Stop," she said. "You're making me uncomfortable." I remembered the way she had lured me into this empty house, into this room, how she had furtively closed the door behind us, and the way her body had demanded I dance with her. After all that, it seemed impossible that I could make her uncomfortable. I ignored her claim and persisted. Her arms around me neck were pushing downward. She was trying in some subtle, hesitant way to force me to move my hands lower, away from her breasts. I let go of the clasp and grabbed at her breast, kneading it hard, pressing it into her chest. It was a low tactic, and I thought I might have hurt her. She pushed my hands down roughly from under her shirt and stepped back. "Stop!" she yelled, and this time there was real anger in her voice. She seemed to have changed her mind, so I stopped and picked up my glass from her nightstand and began to drink. She picked up her glass as well. We both sat down on the bed and we said nothing. But after only a moment, my drink was gone and I was ready for something more than dancing. I leaned toward her and the sheer force of my body seemed to shrink her and push her back into the pillows. She was easy to lead, like a lamb to slaughter. As if her outburst had never happened, I slid my hand inside her t-shirt again, this time going immediately for the catch. She pushed it down, looking irritated. With a sigh, I lay down on the bed and let my legs trail to the floor. "I thought you like me," I said—another low tactic, something out of a bad movie. "I do." "Then why do you fight me?" "You're moving too fast for me." I rolled to my side and moved alongside her. This time she shifted and put her head on my shoulder. With hardly a moment's pause my hands found their way back under her shirt. She closed her eyes, but didn't try to stop me. After a while, I tried the clasp again, but she jerked upright and forcefully moved my hands out of her shirt. To my surprise, she placed them on her breasts, molding my palms to her curves; outside her t-shirt. "Only the outside," she said emphatically, as if she were training a small child. I pushed and stroked at her breasts, unsatisfied for several moments. She closed her eyes again. Once free of her watchful gaze, I pulled at her t-shirt and pushed the cups of her bra down, so that her breasts were free. I saw the hard kernels of her nipples pushing up through her thin shirt. Her eyes were open, but she looked away from me. I took that as an invitation and lowered my head. At the moment my hot, wet mouth enveloped her breast, soaking her t-shirt and penetrating to the smooth skin beneath she cried out. She would have pushed me away, but I was like dead weight, and refused to me moved. I laved her breast with my tongue, sucking, pulling, nibbling at her nipple, pressing my face into her flesh. All the while my other hand pulled and massaged at her other breast. She curled her legs towards me and her knee brushed my groin. Finally, my hand left her breast, as my mouth switched sides and I slid my palm down her stomach. I paused for a moment, with my palm spread wide and felt the heat of her skin on my fingertips. The skin on her abdomen was very pale when compared to the skin of her face and arms. I imagined she would have been a prize in her country, where fair skin was always more desirable. I started unzipping her jeans. "Stop," she said, grabbing my wrist. I lifted my head and looked down at her. "I'm not going to stop you. I want to do this, and you want me." "You have to," she whispered. There was a pleading tone in her voice, but I felt she was resisting because she thought she was supposed to resist, because everything in her world had taught her not to give in too easily. "No," I told her. I would not stop. I abandoned my efforts at her jeans and yanked the hem of her shirt up, pulling it out of the way to expose her breasts, crammed as the were between the bunched t-shirt and her smashed bra cups. Her nipples were dark and red and swollen. She tried to fight me again, pushing at my shoulders with her hands, but I ignored her efforts and easily unhooked her bra, spread the cups to the side, gazing at her naked breasts. I suddenly wanted to possess them, to own them like a piece of food, like an apple. I wanted to taste of-them. "Please," she said, and I thought she might cry, but I did not look at her face. I turned my attention to her jeans and unzipped them. When she tried to fight me, I pinned her to the bed, using my superior weight and strength to hold her down. I held both of her arms with one hand, pressing her wrists into her soft belly. With my other hand I pushed at her jeans and panties, pushing them down her thighs. "Please don't do that," she said in a panic. She was crying. I leaned up and kissed her lips and her neck, smelling her sweat at her throat and the fragrance of her shampoo on her hair. She relaxed some and closed her eyes, but I was hardly finished. I felt that if she had really wanted me to stop she would have screamed or kicked out, something other than begging. With her arms pressed down, her breasts were forced upward toward me. They beckoned my mouth once more. This time I was less gentle. There was no longer any need for cajoling. She was under control, and I pulled at her breasts with my lips, sucking hard, as if I would draw sustenance from them. She whimpered a little, every few seconds her hands tugged, trying to pull from my grasp, but I held fast. As I suckled at her, I slid my hand between her thighs. Her leg muscles tightened, and she drew her legs up against me, barricading herself. When I looked up at her she had closed her eyes again, and this time I thought something like real pleasure was on her face. Wanting to free her completely of her the shackles of her jeans and panties, I pulled my hand from between her legs and sat up, removing her pants completely. For a moment I stared intently at the little triangle of hair between her legs. This was undiscovered territory, an unclaimed stretch of wilderness. I tried to push her thighs apart. I wanted to see her pussy and the folds of skin between her thighs. I wanted to smell her there, even taste her, but she kept her legs tightly closed and tried to twist away from me. Giving up, I pushed my hand into the V of her thighs, covering the little patch of hair. Between her legs she was slick with fluids. I could feel the hard little nub of her clit. She gasped when I pushed at it. Lower I found her lips and parted them, pushing deeper. Finally, pushing hard to spread her thighs I found her entrance and pushed my middle finger inside. I heard her gasp, but ignored the sound. I adjusted my body, so that I was sitting beside her and kept my grip on her hands. At this new angle I could better pushed apart her legs. I could more easily leverage my finger inside her. This I did. I sank to my second knuckle into her. She cried again and resumed her struggles, but did herself no good. I pushed a second finger into her and when she bucked against me, she only succeeded in impaling herself. I felt something give way inside her and she let out a high-pitched wail. "Stop, you hurt me!" she accused. I pulled my hand from between her thighs. There was blood on my fingers. "I just took your cherry," I said. She looked at me as if I was sick and I saw tears well in her eyes. But I wasn't done, I wanted to watch her come. I wanted to see her first orgasm on her face. "Spread your legs," I told her. She hesitated, but there was a look of resignation on her face and she relaxed a little, allowing me to let go of her hands and push her legs apart. I grabbed her hips, sliding her across the bed, orienting her whole body to mine. Then I looked, and touched and played until my curiosity was satisfied. For several minutes I did not try to penetrate her again, and when I did she cried out and said it was sore. I ignored her please and pushed two fingers into her, going deep, moving them in and out, thrusting into her, withdrawing. She turned her head away impassively. No, I thought. This is not what I want. I wanted her to look at me. When her head was turned away and her eyes closed, I lowered my face to the space between her thighs and pushed my tongue, flat and wide against her clit. She came alive then, looking at me with shock and I grinned against her. She tried to close her legs, but could not. I could feel her clit getting hard against me tongue; her back began to arch. I ran my tongue over and over her clit. I began to suck and taste her opening, as my fingers moved inside. Her hands tangled in my hair, pushing and pulling as if she warred with two halves of herself; one that desired to keep me there between her thighs and one that wanted me away. My fingers moved faster and faster, pushing hard into her. The sounds of her wetness filled the room. Deeper I pushed, harder, faster. My tongue was everywhere. Her breath was coming in pants and sobs. She made whimpering noises in her throat and formed half-words and strange foreign whispers. Her head tossed and turned. I watched her face contort into a grimace of pleasure-pain, knowing she was about to come. Suddenly she gave a choked scream. Her back arched off the bed and I felt her muscles trying to crush my fingers. I pushed deep, sucked hard at her clit, making her cry again and then it was over. She sank back to the bed and let her body surrender to the waves of muscle spasms. I left my fingers inside her until the spasms subsided and then slowly withdrew them. She winced. Liquid seeped from her opening where my hands had been like a river after a dam breaks. It formed a soggy puddle on her coverlet. I pushed her thighs closed and watched as she slowly fell asleep.