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The Door

By: joldrich



The phone rang. Looking at the number on the display, he smiles. A brief hello, and he buzzes her through and the night begins. Nervously he paces, muttering to himself about control, about being strong and above all, the one in charge. The knock at the door, it is hesitant, scared. He moves silently and looks out the peep-hole and there she stands, her face a little pale from the long winter. Her hair cut and styled to resemble a doll, with little make up. He breathes deeply. Breathing is important he keeps telling himself for if he didn't he is sure he would stop entirely. The knock comes again; say something!

"Yes?" he tries to sound somewhere between irritated and amused. He does not want to sound eager, as though he were just pacing and waiting for her.

"Hello Sir, it's me" comes her hushed tone. He knew it was her; he had just been looking out at her after all. Well, the moment of truth.

"Ah, hello sunshine," responds cheerfully, repeatedly telling himself not to do it, she would never do it. But he would never know otherwise. His voice is a forced steady as he gives the command, inside quivering like jell-o as he watches through the peep-hole to her reaction, "undress."

"S-sir?" comes the stammered reply. Her cheeks are a bright red as she looks up and down the hall. A trapped rabbit she hisses to the door, "out here? Everything...? Sir?"

He nods to the door, then realizes she cannot see him, "yes, everything right where you are." He had said it. The command given and he could not take it back now. His heart raced as he watched her fidget and look up and down the hall again. Would this all come crashing down right now, here with a door between them before he could even touch her, enjoy her?

She swallows hard, looks once more than slightly more than a whisper answers him, "y-yes Sir." Her hands come up shaking to her jacket zipper and she pulls it down. The simple act of taking off her jacket has her shaking as she keeps looking up and down the hall, petrified that someone may come around the corner. He watches her, palms sweaty and praying that her fear does not come true. It was one thing to play like this, push her. It was another to get her arrested or get him kicked out of the building.

The jacket crumples to the floor and she starts to unbutton the blouse she wore. Each button popping out of its hole as he stares, transfixed to his peep-hole; a true pervert his mind tells him but he cannot stop watching. Of course he could not. He told her to do this and she was. The blouse is shrugged off her shoulders and is added to the jacket on the floor. His breath catches as he sees her breasts restrained by a lacy white bra. The innocence of white atop her near alabaster skin nearly breaks his steel as he fights the urge to pull open the door and take her right then and there. His heart hammers as she begins to unbutton her jeans.

As she slides the pants off her slender legs he shakes. She looks less and less up and down the hall, gaining courage and losing inhibitions. She steps out of her jeans and looks up to the door, "do you want my stockings off too?"

A question, she spoke and now his mind raced. Did he want her in her stockings, and the high heels he noticed on the floor behind her? "Yes, keep them on." An automatic response came from his lips before his mind had really decided. She nods and keeps going.

Reaching behind her she unhooks her bra and then with a quick scared glance checks the hall once more, drops the bra and quickly pulls her underwear off as well. Her breasts were not large and defied gravity to a degree. Her pelvis was bare and smooth, inviting to the eye and later a host of other things. She stood about five feet, eight inches tall, long slender legs, a flat stomach and soft skin with a small mole here and there.

She fidgets more now, noticeably agitated as she is nude in the hallway of a strange building waiting for him to open the door. Inside his mind is blank, stunned that she did it. Stunned at the gorgeous creature standing there for him. Stunned that he actually held that power, a power she just freely gave him. She looks up and down again then questions, "s-Sir, is there anyth-thing else?"

It snaps him back to reality and he quickly unlocks the door and allows her to enter, hearing the elevator's ding just as she steps through the passage with her clothes and belongings gathered in her arms. It was close, and he knew that she realized it as well. Once inside she drops the pile on the floor and looks at him for a second before dropping her eyes and clasping her hands behind her back, "hello, Sir." Her voice is small, meek, and giving. A slight tremble causes her breast to shake a touch and he simply stares.

He had dreamed of this. Planned it. Rehearsed and went over in his mind for the past week each step of the evening, each toy, each command, each nuance so that he would be perfect. She had some experience, which was more than he had. And in his mind, there was a built up expectation he set for himself to be perfect. Now, all that planning, all those ideas, and the unfounded expectation he had for himself vanished as the girl stood there before him, nude and waiting to please him. His mind was blank and his heart raced looking at her.

She raised her eyes a little bit and saw him staring at her dumbfounded. A small smile creped across her lips as it sank in what was the problem, why he was not saying anything. With little hesitation she raises her hand and places it on his shoulder, speaking softly, "you're doing great Sir, breathe and take your time. I am in no rush." She takes a breath and grins, "You are the first that ever made me strip in the hall, and I cannot believe how excited it made me." She lowered her eyes and hand and waited, hoping the encouragement would help him and move him along.

Her touch awakened him, and her words sank in quickly to reanimate his brain, his plans returned and he smiled. Her encouragement and admission renewed his outlook and filled him with a bit of pride; she was excited at him having her strip in the hall. His head nods a little, as if agreeing with an unspoken voice and he lets his eyes travel over her.

"Whenever you are here, you will not wear clothes unless I give you specific permission," he instructs her.

She nods, "yes Sir." It was something she'd heard before then a thought strikes her. "Sir?"

"Yes?" He already had an idea of what was coming

"Do I have to undress in the hallway every time?"

"Of course," he replies. Her breathing increases as she feels a tingle of excitement. She had always had a fantasy of showing off, being seen and caught. Now here was a man who was making her live out that fantasy. She couldn't deny what it did to her.

"Yes Sir."

"Come over here," he walks to a mark on the floor. She stands on the mark and looks around quickly, there are three lamps pointed at her and when he turns them on, she is lit up like a display. He walks around her, looking up and down her body carefully, inspecting her. His confidence growing quickly as she stands there with her hands behind her back, head down.

Her heart races, another long time desire, to be put on display and inspected, like a choice cut of meat for him. His eyes travelling over her body causes her to quiver, like pins pricking her all over. She tingles and feels her wetness grow. With a heaving chest she says just above a whisper, "do you like what you see, Sir?"

The room is suddenly filled with a loud crack as his hand connects with her bottom leaving a print behind. He places his lips beside her ear and whispers, "do not speak unless asked to." The sting burns through her more for the admonishment than the actual slap. It did nothing to abate the river forming inside her passage.

"Yes, Sir," she whispers back, not trusting her voice any more than that.

His hand on her ass squeezes then starts the slide down the crack, probing between her legs and caressing her exposed lips. She arches her back and lets out a small moan, for a man who was so nervous and lost when she walked in, he was doing well to play her now. Her belly fluttered along with his fingers, it was going to be a good day she thought; as long as he did not deny her.

His hand shook as he touched her. This was not the first woman he'd been with, nor was he inexperienced in anyway. Somehow the whole situation put his nerves on edge as he groped and inspected her. His breathing was quick; his heart hammered as he fought between focusing on what he was doing, and trying to accept that he actually had this submissive little pet to play with. Dream upon dream came true for him, and he was sure that any moment he would wake up from this.

He walked back around her and places a finger crooked under her chin and raises her head so he can look at her face. Her eyes meet his then instantly drop. She trembles noticeably as he holds her. His thumb caresses her lips as he smiles, "how many cocks have you sucked?" The words are forced out; he tries to make them sound real, like he used them all the time. But he stumbles a little on cock and inside he curses hoping she didn't call him on his act. It was an act really. He was a soft spoken, nice guy most of the time. But his inner demon always knocked on his brain and he finally was giving into it. Partly he spoke out of inflated ideas and expectations. Partly he spoke out of longing desire to be the nasty guy who said what his mind thought.

She silently gasps. She knew such a question would come up and her eyes dart to his before falling again this time in embarrassment. But why was she embarrassed? Was the number too low? Would he think her too inexperienced for him? Oh how she did not want to displease him. "F-four S-sir." She squeaks out the words, her cheeks lit bright red.

He smiled back, amused and delighted. Part of his mind was disappointed as well. Low on experience in terms of quantity, but quality was what was important. He continues to caress her lips, slipping his thumb in a little to her mouth and smiling with a delight as her lips curl around and suck on his digit. The teasing of her sensitive folds had awakened the sleeping slut and she craved him now. The energy in the room was rising and both knew what was coming.

"Do you enjoy sucking cock, Pet?" He offered the pet name to her and liked how it rolled off his tongue. 

Her eyes lit up a little at being given a nickname and she stops sucking and nods, "yes Sir." He named her. She did not know why it meant so much to her. It was their first real play time but it solidified that connection that had been growing for months now.

"Did all four of those cocks fuck you as well?" he asks.

"No Sir, only three did," she admits.

The interrogation continues as she shifts on her feet, riveted to the spot and feeling the warmth of the lamps on her skin. "Have you taken it up the ass before?" his voice was becoming surer, feeling more comfortable with his role and enjoying her reactions to his word choices.

She swallows and nods, her cheeks getting redder, if such a thing were possible. "Yes Sir," she whispers.

"And do you like it?" He probes.

"Yes Sir."

"Good." Her heart skips a beat. Did that mean he was going to today? It had been some time; she was not ready for it today. Oh please, she prayed, do not let him today, I can't today.



His hand trails down to her shoulder and then over her collarbone—the touch ripples like electricity in her flesh. The fingers move lower and the palm of his hand cups over her breast, massaging it and giving a gentle squeeze. Her body arches into the caress; a moan escapes her lips. He was playing her like an instrument. His touches his caresses, his words all found their mark and he'd yet to do anything more than spank her bottom once for speaking out of turn. She felt a tinge of fear rising as she considered what he would leave her as if this was her reactions now before he even got going. Her mind drifted back to the door. The sight of it closed with just his voice directing. Her hands had moved out of instinct; trembled with fear at being caught. Or was it excitement. Now she stood inspected and seemingly approved.

She lost sight of his feet. Where did he go? She stood as still as possible, her stomach turning as he was away. It was silly she thought, I know him, but I'm not attached to him. Yet she already missed his nearness and her heart raced when she heard his feet returning. His fingers trace up her back and draw over the back of her neck. She feels a chill on her spine as he slips a simple collar around her neck. There was no fanfare, no ceremony. She knew this was to play, yet it meant something inside none-the-less; he was claiming her. Her breathing became faster and more ragged as he clipped the chain to her collar—a leash!

The lights are turned off and a gentle tug on the leash tells her its time for her to move. She follows him across the room to a comfortable looking couch. He sits and smiles, nodding to the floor beside his feet, "do you like hockey?"

She looked at him a moment, considering the odd question then nods as she tries to sink to her knees elegantly. Failing she ends up more plopping down and resting her head on his knee, "yes Sir, of course."

"Good, the game is just starting." He strokes her hair like a pet before he speaks again. "During the first period you will suck me off during the commercial breaks, and otherwise sit quietly and chat during play. If you get me off before the buzzer, you will be rewarded during the intermission. If not, you'll be punished." He grins at her, his mind knowing that it was somewhat unfair to set such terms given his love/hate with oral sex. He loved it, and hated that he rarely found full release from it.

She nods, "yes Sir." Her mind raced, why would he offer such a condition, surely she figured she could rise to the challenge of making him rise to the occasion. She lays her head on his knee as the game starts and teases her fingers along his leg through his jeans. Suddenly she lets out a loud yelp as her scalp burns from his fingers intertwined in her hair.

"Do not touch, or entice during the game, pet. That's cheating and punishable."

She nodded quickly and rests her hands on her lap, answering his questions about her likes and dislikes until the first commercial comes on. She rises on her knees, fumbles with his pants and manages to get his manhood free before the play resumes. With a little sigh she sinks back to her knees and watches the game more, almost wishing a player to cause a disturbance.

Then it happens, broken glass. Her chance to shine as she starts to work her magic on his shaft. Her fingers lightly glide up and down, holding him up as she parts her lips and sinks over his cock. Her cheeks hollow, her lips purse and her hand strokes. She swirls her tongue over the head and silently wishes that they cannot find a replacement for the glass. Her wishes are lost this time as the game resumes and she sinks back to her knees to look up at the hard shaft waiting for her again. Standing erect; a naughty lollipop taunting her to taste again though he had not permitted it. She wondered what the punishment would be for taking him in her mouth when he watched the game.

He sat there watching the game, but not really registering it. What had he gotten into with this one? It was a great idea in the planning but now that she was actually sucking on him, it was very hard to keep his mind on his focus of holding off his release. His eyes rolled, his throat let out moans and his fingers plied her hair. Finally the game came back on and he sighed a little as she stopped. She would get rewarded he suspected if she kept up this effort on him.

The game progressed, both the one on television and the one they played. Each break in the action a more intense action would start up with her mouth trying to coax out his seed. Her fingers raked and fondled his sac, her cheeks hollowed and she even took him into her throat in her effort to win. She practically dripped as she serviced him, his smell, his taste being intoxicating. With each deep motion onto him he groaned, the intense feeling bringing him a little closer but somehow not able to push him over the edge.

The number of people who had taken him to the brink and beyond he could count on one hand. He almost felt bad at the task he had given her being almost impossible he thought. Her efforts worked, he was hard as a pipe and wanted to let go. He relaxed, he tensed the muscles, he did what he could but something just could not push him over.

The game stopped once more with less than a minute to go and it was do or die and she put in one last effort. Swirling her tongue over the head she placed a finger between his sac and his anus and pressed against his prostate from the outside. His cock jumped and he moaned loudly. The game restarted but she kept going, hearing the announcer give the thirty second warning. Her mouth sucked greedily while her finger pressed and wiggled against him. Fifteen seconds and she deep throated him, sucking up slowly as she drew off. Ten seconds and she cupped his balls with the other hand giving a gentle squeeze. Five seconds and she was giving it her all. Her head bobbing fast.

Four, three, two, one....

...To be continued.

The Door



The door bell rang and she got up to answer it. As she opened the solid wood door at 8:30 in the morning, never did she expect to see who she saw. She must have left the screen door unlocked because he had it held open. She tried to slam the door shut but he put his foot in the way. It hurt him as the door tried to shut but he did not move it. Instead, he just gave the door a shove and sent it and her flying. She was already crying and pleading with him because she knew that she was in serious trouble. He slammed the door shut and locked it. She backed away from him apologizing to him. 

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Please, please go. I have a family, you know this. Please just leave. I will never tell anyone you were here", she pleaded.

He laughed at her as he approached her. His strong hand wrapped firmly around her throat and he backed her up against the wall. 

"You are sorry? You are fucking sorry? " He chuckled. "You have no fucking clue how sorry you are you little fucking bitch!" 

Then he pressed himself against her kissing her hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She wiggled, trying to get free. He let go of her throat. She held her neck gasping. 

"Get some fucking clothes on whore."

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Did I tell you to ask me any fucking questions? NO! I did not so come on, where is your room?"

She just stood there not moving so he slapped her across her face. 

"You are wasting my time bitch, now go!"

Holding her cheek, with tears streaming down she walked to her room. He followed her although he knew damn well she would not call for help. She was in too deep and they were both fully aware that she had much more to lose than he did. If she ever ended up in court, she would have a lot of explaining to do because of her online activities. In their eyes she would have been asking for it even though she always made it clear that she'd never touch another. All this did not matter for her fantasies were so harsh, so over the top that she knew that others would think it was permission for anyone to do as they pleased. She took off her pajama bottoms and put on a pair of jeans, slipped on some shoes and put on a bra and t-shirt. He commented on how nice and white her tits were and how red they would be shortly. She began to cry very hard suddenly. 

"Please Sir, forgive me, I know I have been a whore and that I have talked back and gone against you. I will be better but please just go. Please don't do this to me. I'm sorry."

He took a handful of her hair and began to drag her back down the hall. 

"Are you fucking kidding me? You think I came all this way for nothing? Stupid bitch!"

With his mouth against her ear he spoke slowly and clearly. "You will now walk out with a smile. You will wave and say hi to any of your neighbors who may be out. You will get into your car and you will follow me. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Sir", she replied.

She got into her car and as he drove off, she followed. They drove to a mall and parked. He then opened her door, took her by the arm and gently led her to the back door of his car. She got in and he instructed her to put her seat belt on. They did not drive far before they arrived at a small house. It was a bit worn down and looked vacant. He told her to get out and so she did. Not a word was exchanged. Tears were still dripping from her eyes and she was visibly trembling. They walked up to the house and she was shocked to see that there was another man in the house. She stopped and his hand took her elbow as he guided her in. The other man greeted her with a smile. It made her think that he did not know the full story as to how or why she was there. She was taken to the kitchen. The other man came in and was holding a camera. She looked up at Thomas, her captor in disbelief. All the times they had talked, she knew he said harsh things but she always believed that really he was a nice guy and things would never get to this point. She pretty much trusted him and thought it was all kind of like role playing or story telling. But here she was, being pushed to her knees in an empty house with him and a man with a video camera. 

"Blow him", he ordered.

She did not move. She was in shock. 

"Blow him. He won't be able to concentrate on filming if he has a fucking hard on. Now blow him!" 

And he shoved the back of her head, pushing her towards the stranger. The man stood there too, just looking at her. 

"Dude, take your fucking cock out! What the fuck?"

And with that the man did. He undid his pants and pulled out his semi hard dick. He stroked it a few times and took the few steps towards her. Thomas told her not to piss him off. Just hurry up and blow the man. The man's cock now rubbed on her pouting lips. He gently pulled her chin down with his finger. Her lips parted and the strangers cock slid into her mouth. She closed her eyes and tried so very hard to drift away from all that was happening. He was slow and careful, even sweet. His large hand rubbed the back of her head, caressing her hair and he pushed in and out of her mouth. Never did he push too much for her in. His moans brought her back to reality and she was fully aware of this man and the taste of his dick. She pulled back without even thinking. The stranger seemed surprised but at Thomas's encouragement, he held his cock back up to her mouth and pressed it with a bit more force. She knew that she would do all that she was told to, like it or not. She knew that Thomas knew where she lived and could see to it that she lost all that mattered to her if he so pleased. She was his now and she hated him. Speed picked up and his tenderness decreased. He was becoming more of a typical stimulated male doing what he needed to do to unload. A bit deeper he went, a bit faster was his speed. The grip of his hands on her head grew tight. Still he did not gag her. He pulled out quickly and removed one hand so that he could jerk his rod over her face. Her eyes closed tightly, splashes of hot cum splattered across her face. His groans of relief sounded amazing to her. She had just been used just as she had often dreamed of. But those were just dreams. They were never meant to come true. 

"OK. Get the camera ready", Thomas barked as he took a paper towel to her face.

The man put himself away and fetched the camera. Thomas grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. He walked her to a door where he ordered her to undress. Again she began to beg him to let her go. With that, there was a quick yet firm slap across her face. Slowly, as if she would not understand what he said, "Take...your.... mother...fucking ....clothes....off.... you....stupid.....fucking.... bitch!" 

"Yes Sir", she sobbed as she lifted her shirt over her head. She reached behind her back and unlatched her bra. As she took the bra off her large round breasts lowered. As the cold air hit them, her nipples grew harder and darkened in color as the blood rushed to them. 

"Pants bitch", he barked.

The whole thing sucked but what made it even worse was how he really did not care about her. She had thought that he did care, or would care if he ever met her. She thought he would be taken with her and want to please her. But he had made it ever so clear to her that this was about and for him. She unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them. She looked at him and he smiled at her. He loved watching her unwrap what was now his. He gave her a nod as to keep going so she slid her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. There she stood, completely naked. The red light on the camera was blazing towards her. Once naked he put a pair of black buckling wrist bands on her. He then clipped to them, two ropes that were attached somehow to the door. He told her to get on her knees. As she did, she realized that her knees just barely touched the floor. She was almost dangling from the door. Her arms were pulled tight above her head. Thomas had already gotten undressed and his large snake stared her in the eye. He approached her and ordered her to beg to suck his cock. All she managed was to let out a cry. His cock smacked her face and she was surprised at how bad it hurt. Thomas ordered the camera man over to get a close up of her face. 

"Get how fucked up the little princess looks now." 

And again he told her to beg. She closed her eyes and turned away from him. He did not like this at all so he took a hold of both of her nipples and pinched them so tight that she thought that he would pop them both. She let out a very loud scream and as he still held them tight, he ordered her to beg to suck his cock.

Through her painful cries she urgently begged him, "Please... oh fuck... please Sir! Allow me to suck your cock!"

He released his grip and if she were not hanging, she would have collapsed to the floor. He aligned his cock with her mouth to which this time she welcomed him into her mouth. He was not sweet or kind. Right off he shoved himself deep into her throat forcing her to choke. He loved how it felt when her throat wrapped around his cock in spasms so he just held it there for a few seconds. He wanted to see her gasping so he pulled out. He laughed as she coughed and tried to catch her breath. His hand took a fistful of hair on the top of her head pressing her head into the door and again he thrust in deep but this time simply fucking her face. It was not long till she felt the streams of her saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth dripping onto her breasts. She was embarrassed by the gurgling, slurping and gagging that came from her.

He was getting close so he pulled out from her.

"Fuck!" he panted.

He began to pace, holding his cock. He was determined not to cum. She continued to dangle while he gathered himself. 

"Release her", he told the camera man. 

And so he did. Thomas walked over to her and picked her up. He took her to the living room and laid her onto the carpet. He spread her thighs open, touched his fingers to her hole and was not surprised to feel that she was dripping wet. He gathered her juices on his fingers then took them to her face. 

"Now, now. What is this?" 

He smeared her juices all over her face. She could not deny it. There she was dripping wet unlike she ever had before. She could not decide who she hated more, herself or him. She could not believe how cruel her body was being to her. It was going against every moral she had. It was responding to this asshole's every touch and to his every degrading word. Again his fingers gathered her cunt drippings but this time he pressed them onto her lips. Quickly, she turned her head away from him. He responded not so nicely to this and grabbed her jaw firmly with his other hand then shoved his wet fingers into her mouth. He made sure that she tasted every little bit of herself before he removed his fingers from her mouth. 

"You know my little whore, it is fine with me that you fight me. I love nothing more than putting you in your place. Besides, I expected you to be less of a fucking slut than you are being. I honestly believed that you were a good little family woman but now, your dripping cunt tells me what a whore really are. I wonder how many other men you lured just like me."

"Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" 

She began to struggle and really put up a fight. This was what he had expected of her all along. She kicked, she screamed... she tried hard as hell to free herself but he was very strong and she was lucky that all he did was hold her off and not kick her ass. Finally he felt her go limp when she had become exhausted. He let go of her and she curled up then got to her knees. Her head pressed to the floor where she sobbed and sobbed. He stroked his cock keeping it ready for her. As inviting as she looked from behind, he wanted to watch her face when he fucked her for the first time. He rolled her over, grabbed her leg and pulled her to him. Her back burned as it was dragged across the carpet. He spread her wide and rubbed his cock all over her waterfall. He carefully placed his cock head against her hole. They had both dreamed of this happening. Neither of them really expected it to. He leaned down and kissed her mouth. A long kiss that felt so full of heat. He did not enter her but he felt her lift up slightly. She did not mean to but again her body was at war with her mind and her mind was all but defeated. 

His mouth now to her ear, he whispered to her, "You are dying to have me inside of you." 

"No", she moaned. 

"Tell me how bad you want me and I'll consider fucking you." 

She turned her head away from him. She would not ask for this. His head pressing a bit harder against her wanting hole. He took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, just as she loved. Her back arched as he pulled away with her nipple still in his mouth so as to keep him on her breast as long as she could make him. 

Again he whispers in her ear, "Beg me my sweet whore." 

Then his throbbing cock barely entered her. She needed him. She longed to feel him inside of her. She could not believe what left her lips then, 

"Please fuck me", she said almost under her breath.

With that he snickered then thrusted deep and hard into her. They both felt her fluids forced out of her with his plunge. She felt so relieved but horrified at the same time. She focused on feeling every bit of his beautiful cock inside of her. She savoured how she felt and looked right at him and he fucked her as hard as he had always said he would. He had told her that he could be selfish, that he could fuck her how he pleased not how she wanted to be fucked. She loved that notion and now she was living it. He was hurting her but it thrilled her to know that her body was finally being used as she felt it should be. His sweat dripped off of his head landing on her violently shaking tits. He was perfect. She was so afraid that he would cum and this would be over too soon. He kept pounding her pussy, his sack slapping against her ass. There was no way she could be quiet through this fucking. She was beyond moaning or groaning. Her sounds were primal grunting and growling. It made him so hot that he pulled himself out of her and quickly grabbed her head and she instinctively opened her mouth to receive his steaming load. The first shot missed, catching her forehead and left eye but the second shot landed directly in her mouth. She shut it for a second so the third got her chin, running down her neck. He ordered her to open and with that he placed his softening cock into her mouth where she cleaned him. He was exhausted now. Still above her with his cock in her mouth he leaned over almost hugging her head. Finally he dropped back and sat on the floor leaning against the wall.

He noticed that his friend was hard again. 

He nodded to him, "You got a rubber dude?" 

The camera man shook his head. 

"Ah... well then no pussy for you." 

The camera man shut off the camera and began to jack off above her. Thomas ordered her back to her knees. She was grateful that she did not have to do any work. He was beating off with one hand and kneeling down squeezing her breasts. He backed up and sat down on the floor. Thomas directed her to his friend. She crawled over to him and he took her head and lowered it down on his cock. He let her suck him off at her own pace. Thomas liked how her ass was up in the air and began to stroke himself as he watched his slut work her magic. He knew she disliked blowing this guy and that is what turned him on so much. Seeing what she does for him... just like she always said she would... of course when she was saying all of that she never thought that she would meet him.

Since it was the stranger's second load of the day, this was taking some time. She just wanted him to finish so that she could rest. She jacked him off while licking his hot sack. It shimmered as her tongue had then covered every inch of it. His moaning became louder so she was hopeful that he was growing close. Again she felt his hand take a handful of her hair. He placed his cock back in her mouth and began to push and pull her on and off of his cock. When it would pop out of her mouth it would make a sound that everyone enjoyed and both of the men loved how when she didn't have cock in her mouth, her mouth awaited wide open like a hungry baby bird. He was more than happy to feed it to her. It seemed like forever but finally he pulled off and jerked himself fast and hard, exploding all over her tits. The guy reached down afterwards and rubbed it all over her, making her an even bigger mess than she was before. 

"On your knees!" Thomas ordered. 

He took the rope and began to work his magic. He bound her almost in the fetal position, with her ass up in the air. It was quite uncomfortable and just as she began to complain, her panties were shoved into her mouth. He tied them in using his tie around her head.

"What did you want to say sweetie?" he asked sarcastically. 

She didn't even try to respond. She could not see all of what was going on but she could see that Thomas was up and began to get dressed. 

"Now then, no running off dear" he said with a chuckle. 

Thomas and the stranger left the house and she heard them drive off. She laid there, all balled up with a million thoughts racing through her head. She had caused this, it was her fault. She hated him yet she wanted him so badly. She kept playing over and over everything he had just been done to her. It had felt so amazing, it was everything she had wanted but was not allowed to have. She was so humiliated yet the more she played it all over, the wetter she became. Her jaw was sore, her cheek still stung and her nipples burned. Her cunt was sore and wetter than it had ever been in her entire life. She wondered if he was coming back. She wondered what would happen if anyone else walked in. She was exhausted and slowly began to drift off. She awoke to the sound of the front door closing. Luckily it was only Thomas. This time he was alone. 

"Did you miss me baby?" he asked her. 

He untied his necktie and she pushed her panties out of her mouth before he had a chance to take them out. He untied her except for her arms which were still snug behind her back. He put a bottle of water to her mouth and she gupled it down like she had been is a desert for days. He smiled as he watched her make a mess, the water dripping all down her chest, belly and her thighs. 

"You know, I really do not like another mans cum on my slut." 

He helped her to her feet. 

"Lets get you cleaned up." he said. 

He guided her down the hallway to a bathroom. He placed her into a tub, took the shower nozzle down and turned the water on. He then began to spay her off, right in the face first which she disliked greatly. Since she could not cover, she turned but he yanked her back around as all of the cum was on her front side. 

"Open your mouth." he told her and she did. 

He jet sprayed into her mouth and all over her body. The water was freezing cold and her sore nipples stood at attention. He shut the water off and took her out of the bathroom. He now led her to the back of the kitchen where he opened a door. The door led to the basement. When she realized this she freaked. She realized then that he could kill her. She began to panic. She tried to back away, she pleaded with him. 

"Please, please don't do this! Let me go, I will never tell anyone. I just want to go home!" 

Really he could not understand her words due to her sobbing and hysteria but he knew what she was thinking and he decided to reassure her that within a few short hours she would be home safe. It did not matter what he said. She dropped to her knees to make it harder on him to move her. He could not help but laugh however he tried his best to hold it in. He promised her that within a few hours she would be she would again be with her family. He looked her in the eyes and either she felt that he was being honest or she just gave up. He took her down into the basement.




The Door



He had prepared the room previously. It was dark as the only light was the one shining for the steps but she could see something square covered in a blanket and a few pillows. He stood her by the blanket covered box. From behind his hands encompassed her large breasts. He squeezed them and pulled on them. He was rough but he did not hurt her. He kissed her neck and asked her if she was ready. She said she didn't know but he knew she was. He got up and walked away, she could not see him. He returned and stood in front of her holding a crop. She was surprised because they had never really discussed whippings or anything like corporal punishment. Occasionally spanking had come up but usually with a laugh to it.

"We will now talk", he said.

"Ummm..Ok", she replied. 

He now slowly began to circle her. 

"How many?"

"How many what?" she asked

"How many others like me do you have slut?" he demanded.

She sighed. 

The first whip stroke landed right across her ass. It hurt way more than she had imagined. She was shocked that he would hit her that hard with it. It took her breath away yet sent a chill causing her to get goose bumps all over.

"Don't make me ask again."

"I, I'm not sure what you mean", she stammered.

"How many men think they are your only one?"

"Only one - the one you know about. Only one I swear."

"How many men do you make cum?" he asked.

She hated this. This was worse than anything he had done to her. The second stroke caught her across her ass but higher this time. 

She screamed out this time. "Please give me time to think. I can not think straight and I hate this! Why are you fucking doing this to me? What does it fucking matter? If you are going to do this shit, then just let me go! I don't want to do this, let me go!" she squealed. 

The third landed upon her nipple and dropped her to her knees on the pillow and she laid over the box. She could not talk, she could not even cry. It burned like fire and was not going away. He grabbed her by the back of her hair, brining her back upright on her knees. 

"How many fucking men do you fuck around with?"

"Four, including you and him", she whimpered .

"Say it out loud!"

"Four, including you and the one you knew about."

"Four, four huh? Quite the little whore I see."

"Yes Sir", she admitted.

"Well, time to pay for them. With each stroke of my crop, you will say each ones name. Do you understand?"

She did not dare say anything other than a swift, "Yes Sir".

"Stand up!"

With each stroke that bit her body she muttered the name of a man who she knew took great pleasure from talking to her and from whom she too gained wicked thoughts and desires from which led to her pleasure. 

The pain was immense. She could not think straight, she was covered in sweat. She was even a little dizzy. She focused on her breathing and she did not complain. He was right and she did deserve this. She deserved more than that and gathered herself to prepare for more to come. He laid the crop down and walked over to her. He put one of her legs up on the box. From behind he reached around her and began to caress her clit. How could she hurt so bad and feel so good at the same time? His hot breath on her neck felt amazing. She felt his chest on her back and felt his manly hair and sweat. The smell of his hard work thrilled her. Everything about him was power and everything about her was his. 

His fingers explored her every fold and she could feel her juices begin to trickle down her thigh. She wanted his fingers inside of her so badly that it hurt. Of course he knew this so he did not enter her. His finger traced her slippery opening in clockwise circles. He could feel her shift trying to align his finger to her wanting hole. He snickered. 

His thumb now pressing her clit, his fingers still just outside of her hole as he heard her say, "Oh please... "

"Oh please what?" he demanded.

"Please, even just once please?"

In her ear she heard, "Do you want my finger deep inside of your hole?"

"Yes please, yes I do!"

Again he snickered, "Of course you do". 

And with that he shoved two fingers deep inside of her saturated pussy. She almost fell but he knew to expect this and he held her tight and finger fucked her pussy gloriously. She could smell her sex juice in the air but she could barely even think about it as she was shocked that this man was close to making her cum. This is something she had never done in her life, cum with another person. She had masturbated alone but never had she accomplished this with another. This frightened her and she put her other leg down, trying to stop him. He dropped her to her knees and bent her over the box. With one hand he held her and with the other he worked his magic. He found her spot and she was so close but she fought it. She begged and pleaded for him to stop. She made promises of giving him the best blow job if he'd just let her. To please just let her suck him off. He pulled his finger out and she was so relieved. She tried to get up but he pushed her back over. He plunged his cock deep into her pussy and held it there. She had been taken by surprise and he felt amazing inside of her. He pulled out leaving his throbbing head at her entrance. 

"Fuck me", he ordered. 

And fuck him she did. At first slowly, she liked to feel his head exit her, then she would press slowly and savour the feeling of it popping in. Then she would press all of the way till she felt his head on her cervix. She had only felt that with the use of a toy before and this was much better. She picked up her pace as she longed to be fucked. He could not help it and had to thrust against her too. 

He reached up and untied her arms quickly, then put his hands on her hips holding them tight as he plunged into her one more time and held it there while his fingers circled her tight pink hole. She jumped yet moaned. Again her body betrayed her. He pulled out of her and his dripping cock pointed at her ass. He gently rubbed the head on her hole. She whined. He ignored. He held his cock tight and pressed firmly, steadily against her. She felt it burning. He kept pressing. He reached around and fondled her clit. It was too much for her to take in. She knew this was going to happen and that it would best that to try to relax. It would make no difference to him but all the difference to her. The burn began to radiate as her ass took his fat head inside. He stopped there to allow her to breathe. He wanted so badly to pound her ass like there was no tomorrow but he held on to his self control. He would get there in due time. He slowly pressed deeper into her. His cock grew even longer and he heard her whimpering underneath him. He pulled out slightly then back in further. She was undecided whether she hurt or felt ecstasy. He picked up the pace and began to go deeper and deeper. She grew louder and louder. She groaned deeply. He pulled his cock all the way out of her ass and she gasped with a high pitch squeal that made him want more. Quickly, he re-entered her and plummeted deep inside of her virgin hole. This action caused her to scream out and this spurred him on. He did not pound her as hard as he could, he resisted doing that. In and out, diving deep into her dark hole, hearing all her grunts and her cries. 

"Whose ass is this?" he said.

Through her cries she was able to mutter, "Yours Sir".

"Fuck yes, it is!" he grunted and he truly began to pound her now.

With every scream that escaped her lips his urge to fuck her with no care or concern for her grew. He wanted her to enjoy it and he did not want to break her physically but he knew what she dreamed of and he knew what felt good for him. So he fucked her burning ass as hard as he damn well pleased. She begged and screamed and he fucked and he fucked. He reached around and took one of her flapping tits in his hand and squeezed it how he pleased. This too caused a higher pitch scream which he loved. As he watched her ass cheeks shake as he pounded her he began to slap it. He loved how white her skin was and he was dying to see it glowing red. So he struck her ass hard, her first spanking. She cried out and instinctively tried to pull away. He took both hands and grabbed hold of her hips again so he could slam her hard. Slapping again and again he cracked his hand onto her other cheek and with that came another scream. Hand prints began to rise upon her ass spreading across the stripes left behind by his riding. He stared at them as he continued to bounce her off him. He could still hear her sobs.

"Do you think you do not deserve this? Have you not been bad? Did you think you would not pay?" he asked.

She just cried more as he slowed down since he did not want to cum yet. 

"Say it. Answer me!" he barked as he slapped her ass yet again.

She jumped. "Yes Sir. I have been bad. I do deserve this. I am sorry. I am so very sorry" she sobbed. 

"Good Girl", he told her and with that he reached under her again, finding her clit with his magical fingers. 

He slowed down his pace now. He knew the way to really make her his, was to make her cum. That nobody else had done and if he could, well, she would be dependant on him. And so he worked her clit and listened to her sounds. He paid attention to her body movement. When she pressed into him he knew he was doing her good, when she pulled away or tried to reposition her clit on his fingers, he let her find the right spot. All the while he still owned her glowing red ass. Her breathing changed and she tried to pull off of him, tried to crawl away. He stopped fucking her but held onto her hair with one hand. This kept her in place and he would not take his fingers off of her clit. 

"No, no, no, no, no! I can't! No. Please don't make me do this!" she begged.

There was no way in hell that he was going to get her this close and not make her cum so he pressed his fingers harder and moved them even faster. He sent her bucking and screaming. He could feel her muscles contracting and he just sat still and he took her to a new high. Her entire body shivered and her groans quickly grew less animalistic, more childlike. As soon as she started to loosen a little he continued with his fucking her. His hand still on her pussy, he picked up his pace because he was ready to give her his load. Her sighs and cries had sent him over the top as well as the satisfaction of knowing she was now his. That she would now be like a little puppy following him around. A few quick thrusts and he exploded deep in her swollen ass. She loved the sounds of him grunting, the sweat running off of him and onto her. He leaned over in exhaustion, hugging her from behind. It felt so right but was so very wrong. She lay flat, with him on top, his softening cock slid out of her. They just lay there completely content knowing that she was now his. 

After minutes of no sounds other than their panting, he finally spoke to her. 

"Look baby I just gave you what you would have never given yourself. If you never want to talk to me again after this day, I understand. But I do care about you. I wanted to feel you and I wanted you to feel me. I just didn't want you to have to carry it all around with you for the rest of your life. That is why I did it this way. I am going to hurt you but I am not going to harm you. I brought you down here because I wanted you to be able to scream, cry, beg as loud as you pleased without bothering the neighbors."

He kissed her mouth and she kissed him back still crying. 

"Now let's get going." 

He picked her up and helped her up the steps to spay her off once again. 

"Time to go home Baby. Just like I promised!"



The Door



Rob is a short, 100lb geek. He attends the Hooter State University. Poor Rob has never even seen a pair of hooters or even kissed a girl. Now, at the age of 19, he attends Hooter State University (HSU) which is an all-girls school, but due to his academics and small size, Rob was let in by mistake. They keep him enrolled since he is no treat and his grades pull the school's academic level up. He walks around campus all day with his eyes down and his mind trying not to focus on all of the girls around him. HSU is full of girls with huge breasts. It seems to attend the girls have to be at least a DD bra size or larger. Rob has always wished he could be with one of the girls of HSU, and for him his luck is about to change.

At the coffee shop on campus, Rob gets his daily drink. Rob loves going their everyday just to see Merilyn. Merilyn is a short brunette with brown eyes, long legs and massive tits. He boobs are an amazing GGs and her slim waist, at 18, makes them look even bigger. Merilyn looks just like Merilyn Sakova from Score magazine. 

Rob walks to the counter. He smiles at Merilyn and his eyes go down to her tight shirt. Her white low cut top barley holds her massive tits. Her breasts are spilling over the top of her shirt. Her shirt shows more cleavage than it contains. Merilyn has on a short, black shirt and high heels. The skirt barley covers her firm, big ass, and shows off her long legs. Most the girls on campus wear reveling outfits, but it seem the girls do not think about it due to their only being girls on campus.

"HI. Umm. Can I have a large coffee? With ... two umm sugars." Rob asks. Rob always shy and nervous around Merilyn.

Smiling Merilyn replies, "Sure, one second hun."

Rob sees her turn and watches her ass as she walks away to get the coffee. All of a sudden he gets pushed into be a tall, muscular jerk, Rex. Rex is Merilyn's boyfriend and attends the neighboring college Jock University (JU). JU is the opposite of HSU. It is filled with all guys; most of them are on athletic teams. Rex, of course, is on the football team. He is 6'5, muscular, blond hair, and the true all American type. JU is where Rob would be attending if not for the mistake, and the fact his grades help the school look better. Rex and a few of the JU guys sometimes sneak on HSU.

"Don't stare too hard, Fuck face," Rex says. "You like to dream a lot there little man."

"Umm no. Well, Kinda, Just here for coffee, Rex."

Rex mumbles under his breath and shakes his head at poor Rob. Then Rex jumps the counter and grabs Merilyn, he kisses her rough and grabs her ass in front of Rob. Rob looks up just in time to see Rex wink at him.

Rex drops the coffee cup on the counter.

"Here perv, now go" Rex says in his asshole tone.

"Be nice, Rex. It's OK. Thanks Rob. Come again." Smiles Merilyn as Rob takes the coffee and turns to leave.

Rob does not reply and just tucks his tail and makes for the door.

Rob looks back to see Rex all over Merilyn. His hand on her huge tits and ass as his tongue is buried deep in her throat. Rob feels his small, thin cock stiffen at the rough naughty sight. He turns and leaves.

Rob lives in a small house not far from campus. The little house he rents has one room and an attic. Rob is not near the sorority houses or the other students, so it makes for quit nights which is good for his studying. 

Later that night, after watching Rex man-handle Merilyn, Rob found himself thinking about her more than usual. He felt his small 5 inch cock stiffen at the thought of her massive tits and wished he was with her.

Rob had finished all of his homework for the night, and he was about to head to bed, when he heard a noise. It was coming from the attic. He thought it had to be a raccoon or something. Rob about went to bed figuring the animal would find its way out when he heard the noise again.

It was not normal for Rob to be adventures, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He rented the house from and old lady and knew he would have to know what was in the attic before she could call for help.

Rob walked up the steps and opens the door to the attic. He had a flashlight in hand. As Rob ran the light over the room, he saw nothing move. His light passes over a door in the middle of the room. At first, he did not think anything of the door, and he searched the room more. His mind returns to the door. At first glance, something stood out as wrong with the door.

Rob looked at the door again. He noticed the door was stood in the middle of the room on its own. He walked to the door and did not see anything holding the door in place. He walked behind the door and the door vanished. As Rob walked back to the front, the door reappeared. The door stood in the middle of the room with nothing holding it, but on the door a note.

The note read. "Think of what you desire. Open the door and see her."

Rob did not know what to take of it. Was this some prank left by the last geek who rented the house? However, he knew the house was unrented for 20 years. He had the dust to prove it.

Rob stood in front of the door. At once, his mind went to Merilyn. He pictured her sweet pretty face, her long brown hair, and her massive tits. He could see her huge GG size boobs begging to be out her top.

Rob opened the door.

In the door, he saw Merilyn. She was standing in her bedroom it seemed. She stood in front of her mirror in her room. She was only in her bra and panties. Her red laced bra was barley holding her huge tits. He saw her massive breast spilling over her bra and his cock got rock hard. The little nerd was in shock. Without thinking, he pulled down his pants and held his small cock.

Rob keep hearing a purring sound, but paid no attention to it. He was so focused on Merilyn to notice it seemed like he viewed her from a low angle. Almost the ground.

Rob had his hard cock in his hand and was rubbing it. His eyes widen as he saw Merilyn remove her bra. He saw her massive breasts now uncovered and perfect. He could only watch and jerk his cock. Her huge tits hung perfect and massive. They looked so huge and all he thought of was squeezing and sucking them.

He hoped she was unable to see him, but he did not care. Rob jerked his cock faster staring at her topless.

Just then, Rob could not imagine anything better, but then it got worst. Rex walks up behind Merilyn and his big hands reached around her and grabbed her massive tits.

"Rex, Quit. I am not in the mood. I told you. I have a head ache." Merilyn said.

"Awe Babe, Come on. I need you. My balls hurt soo bad. Your huge tits make me so horny."

"Ya, You and everyone else. Come on Rex, not now. Please"

Rex's hands keep squeezing and smashing her huge tits. His fingers take her nipples between them and pulls them.

"Ouch, you jerk. Quit. You have to go. If you get caught in my room, again, you will end up in campus jail, tonight."

"MMM Babe. How about a little help? You know, I love to fuck these huge tits." Rex says as he squeezes her massive tits more.

Rob now back to jerking his little cock faster. He can't believe his eyes. He doesn't know how he is seeing this, or from where, but he doesn't care. 

"I just bathed, Rex. I don't want to get dirty. I guess I could give you a blowjob, but you finish on the towel. Like normal. OK" Merilyn replied.

"Oh.OK. Babe. I promise."

Rex lays back on the bed and Merilyn kneeled between his legs. Rob saw her huge tits hang down as she took hold of his cock. Rex had a huge cock. It had to be 11 inches long. Rob wished he was even close to Rex's size. 

Merilyn holding the huge cock at its base, stared licking the head up and down. Her massive tits bounced as she licked her boyfriend's cock. She was a good cock sucker and now was taking half his cock into her mouth. Rob thought he couldn't last anymore. His cock started shooting all over the attic as he watched her suck the big cock faster.

Rex now into the blowjob more started to cup and squeeze Merilyn's huge GG size tits. He was squeezing them harder as Rob heard her moan in pain. Before long, she pulled back from Rex's cock.

"Not so rough you jerk. You know they are sore, and I am shy when it comes to them."

"Sorry, babe. I got excited. I love your huge boobs. I am close, babe."

"Remember," Merilyn reminded him about her dislike to have cum in her mouth or swallow.

Rob watches Merilyn resume sucking her boyfriend's huge cock. It doesn't take long before she stops, so Rex can lean to the side and finish on towel.

Rob sees his view move. Rob sees the room move before him then a floor mirror come into view. From the reflection of the mirror, he sees a cat looking back at him. It's her cat.



The Door



Standing, starring at the closed door, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears seems deafening; looking around to see if there is anyone else that can hear it; Ravenna's traitorous hand trembles slightly clutching the small card; Absently she smoothes the lightly bent edge, no doubt a result of being jumbled in her bag with like so much other detritus of her daily life. Silently she admonishes herself for the action; as if the card were in need of soothing.

[R1]

Seemingly alive in her hand, this small piece of paper is sending a buzz through her body, causing her breath to catch and ending up in Ravenna's most private parts; the moistness she feels causing her to flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement...

Thinking back, simultaneously shuddering and smiling at how the card came to be in her possession, and the events that brought Ravenna before this heavy door...

Running late and embarrassed, with excuses rapidly tumbling through her mind...Hair roughly thrown in a ponytail, the 'interview suit' so carefully planned abandoned, stood up like a blind date, [R2]in the closet. Real life getting in the way... pausing to catch her breath and slowing down to the stride of a non crazy person the near run now a very quick walk; anonymous amongst all of the other people rushing around with their own important things to do and places to go preoccupied with their own concerns. 

Catching the eye of the young man standing next to her Ravenna stops, looking at him with a sideways glance; thinking "I know he is judging me," her stomach flips "he knows my darkest secrets, needs, desires. How?" She sees clear disapproval of her in his face, in his eyes a judgment rendered harshly. Looking away, face reddening, Ravenna continues to berate herself "surely he must know who it is I am tardy meeting." 

Nearly tumbling through the door in a panic quickly look around, her eyes darting back and forth, praying she hasn't missed her appointment, having heard how busy he is from a girlfriend during an evening of tipsy

confessions...

Feeling them before actually locating their owner, Ravenna spots a pair of vivid brown eyes burning through her from across the very crowded shop, full of the typical late afternoon rush. Finding it hard to hold the gaze sheepishly she looks away; flushed from the overexertion and trying to hide her bright red cheeks. Looking up again the eyes are still pinning her in place—making her wish the floor would swallow her up,. She takes a deep breath as, finally, a hand now beckons her over...

Back in the present, staring at the heavy door, flipping the card in her hand over and over as she shakes herself back into reality, shifting her weight from foot to foot, nervous, a habit picked up years ago as a child having to perform in front of peers, turning the card again over in her hand and trying to focus on the dark text standing out from the off-white background. Checking her watch, she reaches for the phone just to the left of the heavy door then recoils sharply, all of her senses screaming to turn and leave. 

Taking another deep breath and thinking to herself "Ravenna, God hates a coward" a hand slowly lifts the phone from its cradle and is almost shocked when she realizes it's hers...a short word, a reply. She replaces the phone, eyes darting left and right, a last chance...too late, the door opens slightly. There is no turning back now.

Passing through the door and entering into a hallway Ravenna feels and hears, rather than sees the door close and lock. Sensing his presence as he moves from behind her, he politely takes her coat and bag, and as she looks back at the locked closed door the realization washes over you that there will be no escape--and no interruption of the outside world. 

Quiet words emanate in the foyer. "Follow." She instinctively averts her eyes, following the dark suit. Just as instinctively she catches herself studying him from the back. Suddenly turning, a knowing look passes between the two. More embarrassment evident on her face.

Indicating a chair, Ravenna is offered a seat more as a command then a request. Watching him as he crosses the room, a drink is proffered. Accepting the glass of water feeling strangely parched she appreciates the cool, heavy glass giving her something to do with her hands . Finally settling down he sits across from her, a small table nearby. Trying to be casual and failing miserably, Ravenna answers the idle question he asks, wondering about the small talk, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up...instinct kicking in once more and beginning to look for some escape.

Defeated she realizes there is none. The words hang in the air. She hadn't heard them over the roar of her pulse. Again, the single word. "Stand." Harder now. A non-verbal, verbal warning. The same she uses with her sometimes rambunctious children. Establishing control. Ravenna, as her children do, comply. 

"Turn." A simple order. "Please", a seemingly strange request, courteous. Proper. Turing away from him, Ravenna closes her eyes and breathing out is resigned to what is to transpire. "Lift your skirt." Again the words are measured, quiet, emotionless followed by a very mannered "please." She doesn't know how to react.

Her hand is on the hem of her skirt when the crack of a strap across your ass shocks her. The request is repeated harshly. Quickly she learns there will be no negotiation, nor any pause. Quickly pulling the hem

of the skirt up, exposing her legs, encased in sheer stockings which are attached to a dark garter belt, Ravenna feels her behind, stinging from the strap, exposed to the cool air of the room. Keeping her eyes clamped closed and feeling utterly exposed to him, she avoids the shame of having to look him in the eye. The strap sings again, and again against her ass. Three quick, short blows...the flesh springs to life as the cool air of the room caresses the quickly heated skin...He stands behind her, Ravenna can feel him. Low words in her ear burning into her soul. His hand running over the curve of her ass, roughly sliding between her legs, feeling the desire through moistening panties. 

His fingers run over Ravenna's puffy lips pressing the thin material of your panties , teasing her...again her ass burns from the strap, more blows at the same time he fondles her lips, pressing the wet fabric into her. 

A cruel laugh, recognizing his power. "On your knees." Ravenna complies without hesitation. She doesn't have a choice. Her body reacts instinctively. Lifting her arms away from her body, the sweater is pulled over her head and off. Carrying it away and folding it on a side table. Turning and taking stock of her, he grabs the back of her neck and pushes her head down to the floor, forcing her red behind up into the air. 

"Arms to the side." She feels her breasts heaving in her bra and her breath short and shallow in her chest. The skirt she had so carefully chosen bunched at the waist. Hearing the zipper released, feeling it tugged down and off. She watches him carry it to the same side table, fold it softly and return. She looks away, not wanting to face him. The small tears of shame stinging her face in the same way his paddle stung her ass. 

Kneeling near Ravenna, fingers caressing her neck as he attaches a leather collar around her neck, then the sound of another click; the end of a leash?!? When her head is tugged backwards, she knows she is right. Though the pleasure of such knowledge is fleeting. 

Keeping the leash short, he reaches again and slaps Ravenna's ass with the strap, once, twice, each time harder and each time faster...

With each strike he holds the leash firm in his hand. Watching, observing her reactions. Like a schoolgirl, he makes her count each blow. Slap. "One." Slap, "two" after the fifth blow, the fifth admission of desire, her voice cracks. She's breathing heavily. He continues. Encouraging obedience and confession. "Eight." Her knees are screaming, the soft nylon of her now run stockings no relief against the hard wood floors. "Ten." Panting from the exertion and from the uncontrolled desire. Ravenna is pulled up to a kneeling position; she notices him holding the heavy glass, marked lightly with the demure lipstick she had chosen. The drink a great relief.

He pulls her forward, nearly causing her to lose her balance. Up. She stands on weak knees. "Stand there," are the words and he points to a corner of the room. She moves unsteadily but as quickly as she can, lest the paddle make another appearance. Standing facing the wall, she feels the leash run through her legs and wound around her wrists which are pinned behind her. She's thankful to be facing the wall, ass burning as deeply as her cheeks, knowing he is taking you in, observing every detail. 

To cope with the feelings of being on display her mind wanders back to that fateful interview...

...Ravenna's attempts at remaining calm, collected, detached—as if negotiating a deal— fail miserably before his incredibly penetrating gaze. She tries not to look, focusing on the neatly folded paper on the table. Sunday's Times crossword. In pen. Bold, neat letters intertwined, unlocking each answer.

His words, conversational, easy, break the obvious silence. "Would you like anything?" Certainly not the words she was expecting to hear. The voice measured, confident but not cocky. She knows he knows why she sits before him. He needn't overpower her. Well-mannered. Not wanting to be rude Ravenna accepts his offer, his single palm raised toward her stopping her cold as she reaches for her wallet. In an instant he is gone, caught up in the rush of the world around them.

And, strangely, it feels as though she has become untethered from the daily life she leads. Sitting there in the small coffee shop rarely frequented—she instantly appreciates his discretion—it feels as though time and man are passing her by.

He returns, the drink now before her. Profuse thanks spill from your lips feeling like glass on your tongue. "Ugh, how needy sounding!" Ravenna thinks to herself. His smile and self-effacing wave again throws her for a loop. 

What was it she expected? Someone akin to the covers of the pulp novels she brushes past at the grocery store? All pectorals and ripped shirts...he looks like he could just as easily be talking to you about insurance or financial options as her darkest needs. Older? The assumption that age equals experience or maturity. 

Berating herself quietly for the presumption. Ravenna glumly looks down into her drink wondering if this all hasn't been some terrible mistake--about herself. 

The words cut deeply. "Don't doubt yourself." Bolting upright, as though kicked in the shin, Ravenna stares directly at him, taking in what he just said. "Don't doubt yourself." Repeated, hanging in the air, as if in one of those cartoon dialogue balloons. A burden lessens. A small wry smile plays across his face. He is enjoying this. 

Nodding, mutely, trying not to look but deciding that not unlike Alice and the rabbit hole she's willing to see where it goes. Holding his gaze Ravenna studies his eyes; dark and curious behind fashionably retro frames. Focused right back on her, steady. Seeing and memorizing every single detail. A little unnerving really. She notes the dark hair, matching the eyes. Short. Not flashy, not conservative. Well maintained—just enough product for his age. She attempts to guess, each time discarding her silent answer.

He leans back into his chair, relaxed. Control oozes from every fiber of his being. Ravenna notices the dark suit. Black, European in cut and fabric, outlining a slender frame. The pressed shirt and well knotted tie. Effortless, unlike her spouse; whose ideas of fashion are less than refined and who only grudgingly puts on a suit for big events and even then it's like dressing a child.

He never takes his eyes off of her....

Shaking her head to snap back to the present surroundings, she can feel those eyes again, the two dark orbs boring into her, heating her red, tender flesh, contrasting against her skin and the dark stockings she wears. Ravenna tugs at the bonds. Serving no purpose except to rub against her exposed lips and clit. Forcing more wetness...her face burns an even deeper shade of red. She hasn't had to stand in the corner since she was seven and threw a petulant fit about something long since forgotten.

Time passes. She hears him behind her but doesn't dare look back. Ravenna's arms begin to ache, turned as they are and tightly wrapped together in the dark leather. She presses her forehead against the cool plaster wall. Behind her again like an apparition--there but not--a blindfold darkens the room. She feels the buckle against the back of her head, hair lifted and then allowed to fall over it. Her breath sucks in at the sudden inability to see anything. She tenses, straining for what might come next.

Wrists undone, the leash snaked back through spread legs, noting the grazing of fingers against her moist, heated folds. The blood comes back to her arms, a tingling sensation. Ravenna is turned, by his hand firmly on her shoulder and made to again kneel. The toe of his shoe pushing her legs apart at the knees.

The collar around her neck is tugged forward, cutting off her breath, forcing her to crawl quickly to keep up. She's led across the floor, back, she thinks, to where they started. A short, single tug brings her to a stop, face forced down, legs spread open, arms pulled out to either side. The humiliation of this position, the debauchery of being spread open in front of a total stranger, brings another hot flush to her skin...

...She feels herself squirming slightly under the unyielding gaze, growing slightly embarrassed in his presence. He moves in closer across the table, his voice low, conscious of the fear she has of being discovered. She's mesmerized by his perceptions. The questions intimate, though not salacious or graphic. Admitting to him, in public, some of her deepest secrets.

He leans back, dark eyes flashing. Reaching into his jacket, he produces a small card. Laying it on the table he pushes it toward her. Trembling fingers reach for it and pick it up. Ravenna notices the color, the weight. A welcome respite from his eyes. The stark black text against the off-white background. He speaks again and before she can register the information he has offered there is a goodbye friendly and relaxed. She can barely mumble her own farewell before he is up and moving past her, a final glance down which she don't return and he is gone, swallowed up in the post-work crowd...

Sitting there, alone now, in stunned silence. She focuses on the text on one side in the same confident hand from the newspaper: a date, an address and a phone number. Quickly she turns it over. A name. His name: Parker J. Mason III. That's it. It looks not unlike all of the other appointment cards crowding her life...

..... Parker J. Mason III is sitting before her again. Slowly taking in her predicament. She knows his eyes are studying her, taking in every detail, as he did across the table when they first met. She has no choice but to allow their gaze. Without being able to see, Ravenna's other senses take in her surroundings: the feel of the leash draped down the middle of her back, its length splitting her behind and draped against the floor. She hears a glass being returned to its table. Mason's footsteps fall away. The rustle of a jacket being removed and hung. A drawer opens, closes. A cupboard door.

The footfalls return. She senses him standing over her. Blindfolded, opened, Ravenna keeps her head down, breathing the close air between her mouth and the floor.

The pain sears through her as she is roughly shoved forward by the falling of the smooth paddle against her tender flesh. A gasp of air leaves her lungs and she balls her fists, fighting for another breath and fighting to not scream out. Again, the paddle sails through the air and lands expertly. She hears the blow as it approaches and feels the hard sting driven deep within her--the paddle spreading more pain yet no less precise than the earlier strap.

The paddle falls against her again and again, roughly pressing her down into the floor. Told to remain still, Ravenna begins to sob and nod, barely able to breath, unable to form an answer...The paddling continues, stroke after stroke. 

She feels numb but her mind racing, her breathing is ragged, the pain ripping through her entire bottom half and extending its way up her back and radiating through her arms. She knows that her limit is close; she can barely take any more, gasping for air...when one final blow collapses her into a heap on the floor.

Silence. pain. The only sound she hears is the labored breathing as she fights the agony within. Blindfolded still Ravenna has no idea what is coming next; whether or not Mason still stands over her, paddle in hand, catching his own breath, small beads of sweat on his forehead, face reddened from the exertion. He is. And he is smiling, thinking that she will make an excellent playtoy. Ravenna shudders, reacting to the ache in her body...and the tingling sensation growing inside of her. 

Mason's hands grab the leash and pull her up into the position she began in. Face down, arms spread, ass up and legs opened. She knows he can see the fiery red of her ass, that he is probably enjoying his handiwork. He is. She feels his hands tracing the edge of her garter-belt, reaching down and snapping the strap against her leg--small, painful jolts, as humiliating as they are painful--Ravenna remains still, sniffling, lip quivering. Mason steps away again. She hears something heavy lifted, brought over nearby. Set on the floor. 

His hands again tug at the leash, silently pulling her up and across the room. Half crawling, half being dragged she follows...

Lifting her up by her armpits and depositing her on a firm, soft bench of some kind. Ravenna can feel the cool leather under her stomach. She's laid flat against it but feels bent in half draped over the middle of the bench. Mason pushes his hand into her back, compressing her belly against the bench, letting the leash fall to the floor. If she could see she would be staring at the floor, not daring to move.

Her left wrist is attached to a leg of the bench. Then the right. Next her ankles: left and then right. She squirms a little, trying to find a little relief from the hard paddling, the pain of which is spreading further and deeper through her body.

Mason's gloved fingers are soft against her back; tracing each line created by the position he has her in. Her shoulder-blades, her spine, all creating a new topography for him to explore, to test.

The back of his hand brushes against the side of her breast. She can't help but squirm a little more under the contact. Then the other. She feels him take the material of her bra and pull it down, forcing her breasts up and out, leaving them exposed, hanging there, the nipples harder than they have ever been before.

Down her back Mason's hands travel, stopping at her aching behind, still burning. Ravenna convulses involuntarily at his touch. The coolness of the leather as much of a shock as the paddle at first. Stepping away, he returns and she feels her cheeks spread open slightly more. She tries to squirm away but the hard slap against an already bruised left cheek causes her to freeze. Something slightly warm is pressed into her. A small gasp escapes. Ravenna can almost feel his leering smile. Mason works his fingers into her, probing and stretching her. The tears begin to form again. This has never happened to her before and Ravenna's humiliation—and excitement—is evident. His fingers are not encased in the cool, soft leather she felt just moments earlier. No, now they are covered in latex. As if he is examining her. Poking, prodding, working the warm solution deeper into her tight sphincter. She grips his fingers trying to expel them.




The Door



Sometimes it is so easy to step through that door, the one that separates the realm of the real from the world of the unreal. That door can come disguised as any normal experience or object. Certain times of the year and/or day that door will swing open easier than other times. It seems that Halloween is one of those times that the separation between the visible and invisible is at its thinnest point.

It was one of those nights that seem to be the introduction for so many movies and stories; you know the type of night I'm talking about: dark, no moon, just stopped raining and now a thick fog is rising from the surrounding fields, causing every light to be surrounded with a misty halo.

Betty and Sam, short for Samantha, had been visiting Washington, DC on vacation. After a week of being typical tourists, taking in all the sights and sounds of our great nation's capital, they were now heading home. They had planned on getting an earlier start, but just couldn't leave without one more tour.

The radio had been playing all the popular tunes when an announcer broke into the broadcast. Sam broke the silence that up to this point had only been filed with only music from the radio, "Did you hear that?" .

"Did he say that I-74 was blocked?"

"Something about a semi being involved in an accident and the west bound lanes blocked and traffic would be held up for at least 6-7 hours." "Let's pull over and see if we can find a way around that mess. I don't want to sit in traffic for the rest of the night."

Betty began to hunt through the glove compartment for a map. "God, we are in the middle of nowhere."

Pulling off the highway, Sam began to look over Betty's shoulder and both were trying to figure out a route around the accident. "If we get off at route 21, drive south for about 30 miles we can hit this road, which will take us to this town, where we can get back on a main route that will take us home."

"Let's give it a try."

Ten more miles down the road, they came to the exit that they were looking for. As they turned off, Sam made the comment, "Doesn't look like much of a road."

Before them stretched a narrow dirt road, "Are you sure this is the right road."

In front of the car, half hidden by the overgrown brush and made almost invisible by the fog was a road sign, confirming that this indeed was the correct route that they needed to be on.

"Let's give it a try, if it is too bad we can always turn back and see if we can find another way."

Slowly they began moving down the road, the fog was now intense, and closing in on all sides giving the road the appearance of a tunnel, Sam could only see the edge of the road and just a few feet ahead of the car. "Wow this stuff is thick."

The miles seemed to creep along; they couldn't travel more than a few miles an hour. From the ever changing elevation of the road they could tell that they were heading up one of West Virginia's many mountains. The radio station began to fad and do matter how hard they tried there were no other stations to be found on the dial.

Sam spoke up, "Turn that thing off, the combination of static and the fog is beginning to get on my nerves." The farther they drove the narrower the road was becoming, what had started as a two lane dirt road was now down to a single lane. From the grass growing in the center of the tracks it wasn't hard to tell that this road wasn't a well traveled route. The fog seemed to be changing, it was growing thicker the farther they drove, also the color seemed to be changing, from the normal white misty color to a light green, the headlight reflected almost a florescent translucent green.

"This is getting bad, I think we need to turn around and head back. Help me look for a place to turn."

About another mile down the road, Betty spoke up, "There, you can back in there and turn."

"I don't know that looks pretty narrow, but I'll give it a try."

Putting the car into reverse, Sam began to back into the narrow drive. She had managed to get the car off the road and shifted into drive, when that sound that all drivers hate to hear started, that sound of spinning tires. Both girls got out to take look, there is was, a big hole, filled with water, that neither had been able to see when they started to back in. It was so deep that the frame of the car was sitting on solid ground. "There is no way we can get out of this."

With a quiver in her voice, Betty replied, "What are we going to do, we are miles from civilization."

Both girls climbed back into the car and tried their cell phones. Nothing! No signal! Not even one bar. Now things had just gone from bad to worse. They were stranded, with no hope of escape. 

"I guess we will just have to spend the night in the car and see if we can hike to a house in the morning." Not the way they had planned on spending Halloween night.

"We had better turn the car off to save gas, if we get cold we will run it long enough to warm up then shut it off again."

When Sam shut the car off, the world seemed to close in on them, with no moon and a thick fog, it was dark, not just dark, but so dark that you could feel it, taste it and even smell it.

After a few minutes passed, Betty was the first one to break the deafening silence, "I'm scared."

"Me too... listen, do you hear music?"

Betty rolled down the window, "Yes, I hear it too. That means there must be a house somewhere close. Let's see if we can find it."

After the girls had exited the car, they strained to hear the music, "It's coming from that direction."

Slowly the two girls began to make their way toward the music. The music sounded strange, it seemed to be music from the 20's or 30's. With the thick fog, the music had a strange muffled sound to it, sounding unreal, almost ghostly. The girls looked at each other, neither wanting to speak. As they walked down the road, the music grew louder, now losing its ghostly sound and beginning to take on a metallic sound.

Off in the distance they could see pale lights glowing through the fog, the lights seemed more yellow than the normal white that they girls were used to. Soon a well kept driveway appeared turning off the right side of the road. After passing several trees, a large house began to take shape. It wasn't an ordinary house; most people would describe it as a mansion. The music was pouring from it and from every window both music and light was pouring, there seemed to be a party going on.

They stepped onto the porch, noticing that the porch was surrounded with large white columns. Slowly they walked to the door, no hint of a door bell, but there was a large metal door knocker. Sam lifted the metal loop and let it fall; the sound seemed to echo all through the house and the surrounding porch. As Sam started to lift the loop for a second time the door began to slowly open. A tall man dressed in a suit appeared, "Welcome," he turned and began to walk away, "We have been wa............." His voice faded away into the music.

With a quizzical look, Betty and Sam exchanged glances, and then began to follow their leader.

As they came to the end of the hall, the man was standing holding open a very large ornate door, indicating that they should enter, bowing as they passed. Inside there was a large party in full swing. Not an ordinary party, but a full dress party. Men dressed in tails, and the ladies in the most beautiful dresses that either had ever seen. Each had a mask, not the masks that the girls were used to, but the ones that only cover the eyes, the men wore theirs with a string tied in the back of their heads, the ladies mask seemed to be attached to a stick, and they used it to hold the mask in front of their faces. The music filled the room as the two girls walked in. The dancing stopped and all eyes turned to look at the two stranded strangers. From out of the crowd came a young man dressed in bow tie and tails, as he approached the girls, he bowed, took each of the girls by the arm and lead them into the room.

Maybe the electricity was out or maybe it was just for nuance but the room was lighted by nothing but oil lamps like the one that Betty's grandmother had, had at her house.

Sam was the first to speak, "Our car is stuck, we have no cell phone service and we need to use a phone to call for help." The man gave them a strange look, but continued to lead them to a table filled with all types of finger foods and a bowl of punch. He took a glass cup from its hanging position on the bowl, filling it with the pink liquid and offering it to Sam and then doing the same with a second glass and offering it to Betty. 

The man had the deepest blue eyes that either had ever seen; they looked like a deep blue pool of still water. He had a friendly smile, although he was a complete stranger, somehow he looked familiar. As the girls sipped their punch, a second young man approached, he was no less handsome than the first. Walking up to Sam, he bowed, motioned toward the center of the room where the floor was crowded with couples dancing. Placing her cup on the table, Sam took his hand and let him lead the way to the center of the floor. He held out his hand, Sam stepped into his clutch. As he wrapped his arm around her small waist, he seemed to lift her off the floor, the couple floated among the other couples. 

Sam lost herself in his deep eyes, "Dan, the party is beautiful." How did she know his name? It just seemed natural, maybe he had introduced himself.

Sam looked across the dance floor and there was Betty wrapped in the arms of the other stranger. The music was so hypnotic and the scents of the room were hard to describe, there was the smell of flowers from the many vases scattered around the room, there was the smell of oil lights burning, and the different perfumes from all of the ladies blended together into a hypnotic aroma.

As the evening passed, Dan began to move Sam closer and closer to the grand staircase, never missing a step, but keeping perfect time with the music. Sam caught the sight of Betty out of the corner of her eye; Betty was also being escorted to the foot of the grand stairs that spiraled upward, maybe it was an illusion but the stairs seemed to go up and up, the top seemed to disappear into a mist.

Dan swept Sam up in strong arms and began carrying her up the steps, stopping at each step to apply a simple kiss to her forehead, her check and down her neck. Slowly they ascended the stairs, the scene of dancing and the party below seemed to somehow disappear into a mist. Music could still be heard, but now it was softer, and seemed to float upon the air as a fine mist.

Dan stopped at a decorative door, by shifting Sam in his arms he was able to turn the knob and open it. Inside was a bedroom, not like any bedroom that Sam had ever seen, but this room was filled with a four poster bed, complete with canopy, several chairs that seemed to have the seat covered with fine silk and a dressing table and a set of glass doors on the far wall.

Dan did not close the door behind them; instead Betty was being carried into the same bed room by the other stranger. She was carried to the bed and placed on top of the beautiful coverlet. Dan carried Sam to the other side of the bed and placed her beside her friend. Both women were lost in the romance of the evening. Dan walked, no walked would not be a good description, floated would be closer to the truth. His feet never made a sound as they were placed one in front of the other. As he circled the room, he turned down each oil lamp that he passed. Slowly he opened the double glass doors that lead to a patio, from both the outside and from downstairs came the haunting sound of "Clair de Lune" being played. Gone was the fog, the night sky was filled with stars, bright stars, not the kind you see in the city, but stars set against a night sky that looked like the finest diamonds laying on black velvet. Sam caught the scent of fall leaves dampen by the rain.

As Dan returned to her side he bent down, and began to unbutton her blouse one button at a time. As each was undone he spent time admiring and kissing each patch of skin that it revealed. First her neck, then her top button was opened, he kissed her upper chest. Sam was starting to moan, the kisses were having an effect on her, she wasn't sure if it was the punch or the evening that was taking over. 

Her second button was unloosed, now she could feel his hot breath and tender lips against the tops of her breasts and into her cleavage. Sam could hear Betty's breathing slow down and grow deeper, she knew that Betty was being treated to the same kind of treatment. The final button was opened; he moved each side of her blouse to reveal her full chest, now only a lacy bra covered her breasts. Pulling herself up a few inches from the bed, she reached behind and undid the hooks of her bra, it felt great just having the pressure released. Dan took his time; he removed first one strap from her shoulder then the other.

The slowness of his attack was driving Sam crazy, her breath was becoming labored. With both straps now removed from her shoulders, Dan ever so gently removed her bra, revealing Sam's beautiful breasts. As he lowered his face to her chest, he lightly kissed each nipple, first the right then the left. Sam was losing control. Now he sucked her right nipple between his lips. Sam could hold out no longer, she didn't want to break the spell; she didn't want all the guests downstairs to hear her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, clamped her legs together and wrapped her arms around the back of his head and pulled him into her breasts. Holding him there with one of his hands on her left breast and his mouth firmly attached to her right.

As Sam came down from her high, she released the pressure on Dan's head. Now his large, yet soft hands were releasing the restraints of her skirt. She lifted herself off of the bed enough for him to pull the skirt down to her ankles; she lifted her feet while he removed it completely and tossed it to the chair beside the bed.

Sam looked over at Betty who by now was in a similar state of undress. The two strangers seemed to be working in sync as if tied together by some unseen force. For the first time Sam saw how truly beautiful Betty was, even though they had been the best of friends for the past couple of years, she had never seen her topless. Betty's breasts were larger than her own, not overly large, but they were firm, ending with eraser size nipples.

Sam could not concentrate on Betty; her attention was being drawn back by what was happening to her. With fingers hooked inside each side of the waistband of her panties, they were being pulled down. Not a rapid pull, but slowly they slid down her long firm legs, revealing her shaved womanhood. After their removal, Dan returned to applying kisses to her body, starting at her navel and trailing downward. Not heavy kisses, but light ones that made her skin take on a life of its own, shivers were running up and down her spine and legs. As he reached the top of her fresh shaven pussy, he stopped and moved to her knees.

To Sam the kisses were setting her body on fire, she could feel the dampness growing between her legs. Dan now began to work his way up, first one leg then the other. As he once again reached her pussy, this time he did not stop, but began to apply gentle kissed all around it, as he began to circle inward, he began to kiss her pussy lips. Using his firm hands, he parted her swollen lips and began to seek out her deepest treasure. As he found her clit, he lightly kissed it, and then switched from kissing to licking. Sam could stand no more; she arched her back, weaved her fingers into the stranger's hair and pulled him as tight into her throbbing pussy as she could. This time not worrying about who would hear, she began to scream. "Right there, lick it, harder, Y-E-S don't stop! I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming." 

She was now pressing her hands into the bed so hard that she was lifting herself off the cover. Somehow Betty managed to find Sam's hand, entwined her fingers with her own and now both women were screaming at the top of their lungs. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

To give Sam a couple of minutes to come down again, Dan began to remove his clothes, first the long tailed coat, then shoes, then his shirt. Sam could see the muscles rippling across his well formed chest with each movement that he made. As he dropped his pants to the floor, the obvious tent in his shorts came into view. Using both hands he slid his shorts to the ground, there was the most beautiful cock that she had ever seen. It seemed to be about 7 inches long and very large in diameter. She couldn't help herself; she had to see what it felt like. With her left hand she reached up and wrapped her fingers tightly around his man hood. It felt so hard; she could feel the blood pumping through it, it felt so warm, almost hot to the touch.

Dan bent over and picked Sam up and moved her to the center of the bed, following suit as to what had happened to Betty. 

Slowly he moved onto the side of the bed, taking a few precious moments to lean over and kiss Sam, not at light kiss as before but a kiss that was burning with passion, both of their lips parted at the same moment, and their tongues began to dart in and out of each other's mouths. Sam looked deep in those blue eyes. Sam was beside herself, the feeling of Dan moving on top of her, the feeling of Betty's naked body pressing against her side, the stars, the music, never before had she experienced romance such as this. Yes, she had many male friends over the years, had sex with several of those, but this was so different. Not just the passion welling up between them, but a feeling of a long time lover, feeling of love.

As Dan moved his well defined body over top of Sam's, she began to open up her legs to receive the ultimate gift that a man can give a woman. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her pussy; slowly he was rubbing it against her. With each stroke it was sinking deeper and deeper between her lips. As Dan began to lower his weight down upon her body, she could feel his manhood filling her. As he sank deeper and deeper inside of her, she could feel the heat from his hardened cock; fell the passion of love being transferred between the two of them.

Slowly he withdrew; then he pushed in to the max. Sam could hold no longer, again she began to scream, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't be gentle! Harder! Harder! OOOOOOHHHHHHH God! It feels so good." With that she wrapped her long legs around his body, pulling him deeper into her. She moved one of her hands to a point where she could reach his balls, they felt so full. As she cupped them in her hand, she felt the telltale tightening, she knew that Dan was about to fill her up. He tried to pull out of her, but she would have nothing to do with that, instead she used her legs to hold him and pull him deeper into her. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, She began to feel the convulsing of his cock, one, two, three, four, she lost count, she was cumming again, "I'm Cummmmmming! I can't stand this! Oh God! Here I cum!"

Dan collapsed on top of her, keeping her legs wrapped around him, she also wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight against her naked body, never wanting to let him slide from her grasp. Sam didn't know how long they lay wrapped together, but she could now feel his cock going soft and starting to slip out of her. She tried to keep it in, but with the mixed juices from both of them she just couldn't hold him.

Dan rolled to her side; Sam wasn't finished with him yet. Moving to a position where she could reach his cock, she began to admire it, making mental notes of every vein, every wrinkle. With her mouth she slowly took his now shrunken member into her mouth. Being a young man and feeling her warm mouth wrapped around his cock, there was no way he could keep from getting hard again. Sam could taste her own moister, but also mixed with it there was another taste, she knew that had to be Dan's cum. She sucked as hard as she could, pulling every last drop of his cum from his cock.




The Door



Up and down, she started the movements with her head. This was the first time that she had ever done oral that she enjoyed. Always before it had been a chore, something that was expected by her partner, she was not sucking someone's cock that she was just having sex with, she was sucking the cock of her lover, not just a lover but a soul mate. How was it possible for her to feel like this with a man she had just met a couple of hour before? This was so wrong, yet so right. 

Sam let his cock drop from her mouth then took her place back on the bed, spread wide open waiting once again for her lover. Dan was back on his knees and began to move into position, but he didn't stop at his spot between Sam's open legs, instead he moved between Betty's legs, Sam couldn't not believe that her lover of just a few minutes ago was now ready to take her best friend. At the same time the stranger that had been with Betty moved between the beckoning legs of Sam.

Sam started to say something, but it was too late, Ron, the other stranger was entering her, not by force but slow and steady. He felt about the same size as Dan, but she could feel the difference, not only in way his cock was made but also the way he was using it. Not only was he pushing it all the way in, he was also moving it from side to side, he was touching new places, places that had never been touched during sex before. Sam was beyond caring who was between her legs; she was just enjoying the feeling. "Oh, my God! This is so wrong! I'm cumming again!" Slow and steady, Ron never missed a beat with his rhythm. Sam was screaming at the top of her lungs, she was giving her all to this new cock. In and out, slow and steady, then he buried his cock as deep as he could and began to fill her with his cum. Sam looked over at Betty and Dan, he was doing the same with her, and the girls were sharing not only a new experience but now sharing the love of two men.

As both men finished, they moved from the bed. Dan and Ron walked to the small table and each took one red rose from the vase, brought it back to the bed, placed between the breasts of their lovers. The room was now filled with not only the scents of fall and flowers, but also with the scents of fresh sex. Dan lay down beside Sam, Sam turned toward him, whispering the words, "I Love You." Dan formed the same words with his lips. They drifted off to sleep intertwined in a way that it was almost impossible to tell who belonged to what body part.

Sam awoke just as the sun began to rise over the mountains and shine in her eyes. The birds were singing, the air was filled with the clean smell of morning air after a rain, what a beautiful morning.

As Sam came to her senses, she realized that she was no longer in her lover's bed; instead, both women were sitting in the front seat of their car. Sam turned to Betty with a questioning look on her face.

The morning spell was broken by the sound of a man's voice, "I guess I found you. I had a note on my door this morning that there was a car stuck with two women inside along this road. It will just take a few minutes to hook you up and tow you back to the garage."

As Sam's eyes began to focus, she could see who had spoken, an old black man, with a face full of week old beard. Both women got out of the car and watched as he hooked up the car and pulled it out of the mud. Then they climbed into the cab of the tow truck waiting for the driver.

After making sure that the car was secure, the driver stated down the road with car in tow. "What in the world were you two doing on that road anyway? No one travels that road; it has been deserted for years."

Sam spoke up, "We were trying to take route 21 to bypass an accident on the interstate."

"You are not on 21 anymore; you took the wrong fork at the 'Y'. There is no outlet to the road you were on; as a matter of fact there is nothing on that road."

"But we saw a mansion, just a little ways from where we were stuck. We went there and there was a party going on."

"There was a mansion there back in the 20's, two brothers had inherited it from their parents. In 1923 they were giving a Halloween party; the house was filled with the upper crust of the area. Everyone dressed in their very best."

Sam couldn't believe what was being said to her. Had it all been a dream?

The tow truck driver continued, "Just after midnight, there was an accident. The story is that someone knocked over an oil lamp and the spreading oil set fire to the decorations that were scattered all over the house."

Sam looked in disbelief, "How awful."

"Of the fifty guests only two escaped, the rest were killed, burned alive. The house burned to the ground, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes, the fire was so hot that very little of the guests were ever recovered. Over the years even the ashes have disappeared, now all that is left are a few stones that made up the foundation. Here we are at the shop, it will only take a few minutes to unhook your car and give it a quick check and then you can be on your way."

As the car was being lowered, Sam and Betty together asked, "Is there more to the story?"

"Not too much, the only other thing I can recall is that the two girls that escaped were the girlfriends of the two brothers. I used to know their names, seemed to me that it was Samantha and, and I can't remember the other girls name. There were many stories that the brothers even shared the girls between them."

Sam spoke up, "Could the other girls name been Betty?"

"Yes, I remember now, but how did you know?"

"Maybe a lucky guess."

"Well girls your car checks out with no problems. You will be better off to go back the way you came and hit the interstate, they have it cleared and traffic is flowing again."

Betty paid the tow bill and together she and Sam walked back to the car, "How could both of us dream the same thing? That's not possible, is it?"

As they opened the door and began to take their places in the front seat, there lying on top of the center console, were two red roses.