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The Package

By: YourWickedMan



You awake to the ringing of the phone. As you reach to answer it you glance at the clock through hazy eyes seeing that it's almost one thirty in the afternoon. You answer with a sleepy, "Hello?"

"It's Your Wicked Man," I say, "How's My Wicked Girl? You were still sleeping when I came home for lunch and I didn't try to wake you."

"Well, I'm still recovering! You were something else last night, but you should have woken me, you wicked man. Why didn't you?" you ask.

"Because, I had something to do. Something I didn't want you to know about until now. A surprise," I say.

"Oh, what kind of surprise? "What is it?" you ask, the excitement and curiosity beginning to burn inside you.

"Walk downstairs to the living room and see for yourself," I say.

"O.K.," you say as you throw off the covers and crawl out of the bed.

You come down the stairs and into the living room and begin to look around the room. Finally you see it setting on top of the television. A small package wrapped in brown paper.

"Do you see it?" I ask.

"Yes, on top of the television," you say.

"Good," I say. "Now go ahead and open it My Wicked Girl." 

You open it and see that inside there is another package, only a bit smaller, and wrapped the same way. On top of it is a DVD movie. 

"You can't touch the other package but pick up the DVD," I tell you. 

You pick it up and it's an adult video called "Erotic Delights" and your aroused by the title. 

"Oh, you are such a wicked man," you say. "And what's in the other package?"

"You'll find out soon enough," I say. "I have plans for you My Wicked Girl."

Your heart starts to pound and mind begins to race, wondering what I have in store for you. 

"Now take off your pajamas for me and put the video in," I say. "Then and go sit on the couch."

"Yes My Wicked Man," you say as you start to strip for me.

You sit down on the couch and then I tell you, "I want you to watch the movie. You can play while your watching it, but you can't cum. Not until I say you can, nor can you put on any clothes until I tell you to." 

You say, "I'll do whatever you want. You know I will. You know I'm Your Wicked Girl."

"I'll see you later My Wicked Girl," I say. "Now hit the play button." Then I hang up. 

"Erotic Delights" comes on the screen and the movie starts. You make yourself comfortable on the couch and begin to watch intently. You become even more excited when you realize that it is one of the better-made movies, one that is made by a woman for a woman. 

As you watch you can feel your heart begin to beat faster and faster, cold chills run up your spine as you feel your big juicy nipples begin to harden. And you can hear the smacking and popping of the juices from your sweet, soft shaven pussy, as it gets even wetter. 

Your nipples are so hard that you can't help but touch the right one as you watch. Slowly you run the palm of your right hand over the top of it barely touching it. Goosebumps pop up all over your tit and the nipple gets even harder, and still you watch. You raise your hand to your mouth and you wet your finger. You take it back to your nipple and gently rub the top in small circles getting it wet. Then you blow on it raising the goose bumps even farther and making it even harder. Then you do the same to left nipple, rubbing, wetting, and blowing.

Still you watch the movie intently but now you start to pinch your right nipple between your thumb and finger and gently roll it back and forth between them. It feels so good.... and you do the same with your left nipple but you start to pull it as well while your twisting. Then back to the right nipple with more twisting and pulling as you watch.

This movie is making you so hot ... It is so good ... You begin to rub your tits with your hands from the top around your nipples until they are resting in the palms of your hands. Then you push them up and squeeze them, and pinch your nipples between your thumbs and fingers again and twist them. Then you push them together and rub your nipples up against one another. They are so hard and so sensitive....

Your mouth starts to water and your tongue gets hard. You need to lick and suck them so you push your right tit up and bring down your head as you lick your lips, but you never take your eyes off the movie. You get your tongue wet and lick all around your hard nipple sending shivers down your spine then you kiss it with your wet lips and slowly suck it into your mouth, running your hard wet tongue across the top of it. You slowly let it out of your mouth and blow on it as you begin to push up your other tit to do the same thing.

By now you're well on your way to Cumming. You have to stop or else you will, and you can't until I say. So you stop. You put your hands down but you want to cum so bad you can hardly take it. You can feel your clit throbbing. It is so hard and the juices from your tight little pussy are running down and making your asshole wet. You want to rub it and slide your finger in it. You want to rub your clit while you do it. You want to slide two fingers up inside that steaming hot wet pussy and cum all over them then lick it off your fingers. You lick your lips in expectation. But you cant. You know you'll cum if you do anything more, no matter how bad you want it, so you don't, and its just driving you wild. 

The movie continues and you watch, but you're so hot your beginning to sweat. A bead runs down the side of your face. You can feel the heat building up inside you pussy. You can't keep your hands away any longer. You have to touch yourself. You put your right hand on your stomach and slowly slide it down. You take your left hand and grab your right tit and squeeze it hard as your other hand reaches your hard clit. Slowly you rub it while you pull your nipple. Small circles. Short pulls. Small circles. Short pulls. Oh god it feels so good. You moan and lick your lips. 

Slowly you slide your fingers down from your clit spreading your legs wide across the couch at the same time to open your pussy even wider. You run your fingers up and down, your pussy lips sliding between them, going over the hole but not in. 

You can feel the pressure building up inside you so you pull your away your hand and shove your juice covered fingers in your mouth and suck them, trying not to come. You slide them in and out of your mouth loving the taste. You close your eyes and imagine that they're my cock and I'm feeding it to you, shoving it in and out of your mouth, making you take it all. Finally you throw yourself back across the couch in frustration and lie there on your back, your chest heaving, and your body shaking.

You start to watch the movie once more but once you do you lose control. Your right hand slides down uncontrollably to your clit and you start to rub it. You throw your leg up on the back of the couch. You slide your left hand underneath your ass and squeeze it. You start to slide your right hand down, spreading apart your pussy lips while you start to rub your asshole with the left. It is wet with pussy juice. When your right hand gets low enough you slide your two middle fingers into your pussy and at the same time you slide your middle finger of your left hand into your asshole. 

You moan in ecstasy. You've reached the point of no return now and you know it. Slowly you finger your tight pussy and your tight ass. Faster and faster you move your hands. Your moaning loader and your rolling your hips up and down, side to side, in circles. Your tits are bouncing up and down. You start to feel the pressure building up inside again and you know you cant stop. 

You hear a car door outside but you still can't stop yourself. You go even harder. Then the door opens and I walk in. But you still can't stop. Your sliding your fingers in and out of your ass and pussy at the same time as you look at me walking towards you with a smile on my face. I sit down and put your head on my lap.

"You may cum for me now My Wicked Girl," I say.

"Oh yes!" you whisper. "Thank you My Wicked Man"

You shove your finger all the way up in your ass hard and you finger that special spot in your pussy and rub it with both fingers hard and fast. Finally you let go of everything built up inside you as you scream, Cumming all over your fingers. Every once of energy you had drains from your body and you pull your fingers out and go limp. 

You lie there with your head on my lap your body twitching, you legs shaking, your heart pounding. After a few moments you begin to feel it building up inside of you again. Your going to cum again you scream as you reach up and grab my arms to brace yourself. 

"Oh My God!" You scream, as you have another orgasm. Then you have another right after it. 

Finally your finished and you relax back up against me and in between heavy breaths your glance up at the TV. The movie is over. Then you see the other package. You ask, "What's in it?"

"You'll find out soon enough..." I say.

You fell asleep soon after you multiple orgasm experience and so I let you rest awhile but soon I wake you up by picking you up off the couch and carrying you up the stairs into the bathroom. The lights are off but there are vanilla scented candles burning all over the room. You see that I've run a bath for you. The steam is rising up from the water and you see the droplets of the oil I put in floating in the water. 

You notice something else as well. The package is sitting there on the edge of the sink. You wonder what is in it. Different thoughts race through your mind as I slowly lower you into the tub. You lay back and soak in the water realizing that it's your favorite bath oil I've put in. It's the scented one that arouses you so much. 

You splash water up on to your tits and watch it run back down them. You like that. It always makes you think of when I cum all over them and you watch it run down before you lick it all up.

You begin to wonder what it is that I have planned for you. Am I going to give you my cock? At least let you suck on it? Despite all the satisfaction you've had today you are still hungry for it. You can taste it in you mouth, feel it filling up your tight little pussy.

And then you wonder what is in that package. Is it another video we'll watch together? Is it a new vibrator? Maybe it's a butt plug or anal beads? Maybe it's a set of handcuffs and a blindfold? Or maybe its some new wicked sex toy that I had made especially for your pleasure. They all sounds good to you. But what is it you wonder.

It's then that you realize that I'm sitting there watching you. You smile and I smile back. You know I know your trying to guess what's in the package. Then I stand up and walk over to it and start to open it. Your heart jumps. You sit up and try to see but you cant. 

I turn my head and smile saying, "Tend to your bath. You'll know what it is soon enough." 

You do as I say and you begin to wash yourself, your mind racing. And the anticipation excites you.

You look up and you see that I've sat back down again and have been watching you once more. But now you see that I swinging something back and forth from my finger. It's a black silk blindfold. Your heart begins to race again as I walk to you and put it over your eyes, wrap it around your head, and tie it snugly. You can't see anything, you can't peek, and I've made sure of it. You begin to breathe hard in anticipation of what is coming next.... wondering.

You can't see me, but you know I'm still there because you can feel me watching you. 

"Finish your bath," I say.

So you continue to wash yourself, making sure to clean all my special places. It's making you so hot knowing that I'm sitting there watching you bathe. 

"That's enough. Now stand up," I say.

The water's dripping off you and running down all over you. The cool air blowing in from the other room hits you and sends shivers up and down your whole body; covering you from head to toe with goose bumps and making your nipples harden and stand out. 


It's then that you feel the icy cold splash of baby oil all over your tits. You shiver and the goose bumps grow, your nipples stand out further and harder. It reminds you of when I cum all over them for you, like you love me to do. 

"Rub it in for me," I tell you.

The oil is slick and you love the way your hands slide across your tits. It feels so good to you and I spray more on you as your rubbing it into your tits so much that it starts to run down your stomach and onto your thighs. 

"Rub it in all over your body," I say. So you start to rub it into your legs; thighs, stomach, everywhere and you love it. And you love the fact that I'm watching you. It turns you on when I watch you like this. 

Then you hear a thud on the floor, then another. I've taken off my boots. Then you hear my zipper going down on my jeans and you moan in excitement. Soon hear my clothes hitting the floor and you know that I'm standing there naked watching you and it makes you even hotter.

You continue to rub the baby oil all over your body but now even more sensually than before because you can hear my breathing getting faster and harder. You know I'm stroking my fat hard cock while I watch you and you want to get me hot so you start to do all those things you know I love watching you do. 

You lick and suck your nipples for me and as you do you hear a click. You realize it must be my digital camera and that I've started taking pictures of you or maybe I have been for a while now and you just didn't know. Either way it just excites you even more because you love to have your picture taken while your doing wicked things like this. 

You push them together and squeeze them, but this time you pose for me and wait until you hear the camera click. You slowly run your hands down your body and start to rub your clit. Then you spread your pussy apart for me and show it to me holding it wide open until the camera clicks again. You turn around and bend all the way over and garb your ankles to show me your ass and hold the pose for me. Then you spread your ass apart and show me your asshole again holding the pose. Then you rub it for me. 


You're getting so hot now. This is turning you on so much. Then suddenly you feel me grabbing your left hand. You hope desperately that I'm going to put in on my hard cock and have you to stroke it but I don't. The next thing you feel is the cold steel of a handcuff as it wraps around your wrist and locks. I check it to make sure it is snug. Then I grab your right hand and wrap the other cuff around it as well cuffing your hands together in front of you.

You can feel the juices from you pussy running all the way down your legs now. You're so wet and your clit begins throbbing. Your nipples stand out rock hard from your breasts.

You start to move your hands, testing the boundaries of your restraints but I grab the chain between the cuffs and start to guide you out of the tub. Gently I pull the chain and the cuffs pull at your wrists so you follow. 

You're in the middle of the bathroom now and I tell you to stand where you are. You hear the camera click once again. Then you hear me pulling something out of the package. Soon you feel a new sensation of cold metal against your left nipple. I rub it against your nipple making sure its a hard as it can be while you begin to moan with pleasure because you have a good idea what it is. Something you know you like.

You are right. It's a nipple clip. You know the feel of it as I put it on your nipple and it sends a shiver down your back. Then you feel the cold metal on your right nipple as I get it ready for the clip and you can feel the cold chain that connects them together draping across your tits. And then I put the clip on your right nipple. I grab the chain between them and tug on softly then let it fall.

You hear the click of the camera once more and it sends shivers up and down your spine as you wonder how you look. 

Now I tell you to hold out your hands. You reach out hoping maybe I'll put them on my cock and let you stroke it. But instead I place the package in them and tell you to hold it. So you stand there, your heart racing, anticipation burning inside you. You can touch it but you cannot see what's in it and it drives you crazy. 

You feel me pulling something out of it and then you feel my hand on your ankle. You moan when you feel it. I pull it up off the floor slightly and then set it back down, then do the same with the other. Then you feel cold leather sliding up against your legs. Leather panties. I pull them up and you move to help me get them on you. You moan and shiver as my hands rub up against you touching you, but not where you want. They're crotch less and you love them, the feel of the leather, the coolness. Once they're on you I pull my hands away. And again you hear the camera click.

Then you feel me grabbing your nipple clip chain pulling at your nipples. You moan with pleasure. It feels so good and you feel hot juices running down your thighs. Then I tell you to come with me and I guide you into the bedroom by pulling you by your nipple clip chain. You carry the package with you.

Moving you into the bedroom I sit you the end of the bed and take the package away from you and tell you, "Sit there and wait."

You sit there waiting as I told you to. You try to see but there's nothing but darkness. You try to listen but there's nothing but the pounding of your heart. You try to smell any new aromas but there's only the vanilla. The only thing you can feel is the sheets of the bed your sitting on, the leather of your crotch-less panties, and the steel of your nipple clips and handcuffs.

The nipple clips are pinching tight and your nipples are so hard and tight against, they feel like they'll explode. You can feel the weight of the chain pulling down on them stretching them. Making them even tighter. Every time you shift your body you can feel the cold metal of the chain bounce against your tits and pull at your nipples giving you new sensations, sending shivers up your spine. 

The leather of your crotch-less panties feels cold against your skin and tight across your hips and your blindfold is tight around your head. You can feel the juices dripping down from your pussy to your asshole making it wet and juicy.

How long will I make you wait? What is going to happen next? What wicked plans do I have for you? What else is in that package? What more can I do to you? How far am I going to take you this time? These questions race through your mind again and again as you sit and wait.

It feels like an eternity has passed. The anticipation is burning inside you. Driving you mad. 

Then you hear the click of the camera, and finally, you hear my voice. Your wait is over. You have no idea how long I've made you wait, only that it felt like forever. 

"Get off the bed and get down on your knees for me," I say. You stand up and take a step forward, then drop to your knees. 

Then I say, "Lick your lips for me." And you slip your tongue out and slide it back and forth over your lips wetting them.

"Open your mouth wide," I say. "And stick out your tongue for me My Wicked Girl." You do as I say. Then you hear the click of the camera and your mouth waters in anticipation. Hoping that I'll let you suck my big hard cock. 

You feel my hand as I run it through your hair stopping at the back of your head. I grab you by the hair and pull your head back. Then you feel the head of my cock as I lay it on your wet tongue. You moan in delight. You want to suck it so bad. 

You try to take it in your mouth, but I pull your head back and I start to bounce my big hard cock on your tongue teasingly. Then I leave it lay there and soon you feel my other hand on the back of your head. And slowly I start to push it forward. As I do you take the head into your mouth. It feels so good to you that you moan and try to take more but I make you do it slow. Deeper and deeper my cock moves into your mouth as I push your head down farther and farther until you've taken every inch you can. Then the camera clicks once more.


The Package



Rose received a phone call telling her that a package would be delivered with a letter. She was instructed to read the letter first and then the phone went dead. Within the hour, a courier arrived, with a package, with an envelope, with her name transcribed upon it. She nervously opened the envelope and saw the familiar signature, copperplate in style, signed "M". It was "M" who had been on the phone, it was "M" who this girl breathed for, it was "M" who gave her the instructions to follow, always with the signature "M". It was "M" who contemplated owning her, it was "M" who provided her with the cause for life, for breath. It was "M" who had captured this girl's attention for so long. 

She looked over the note that had been enclosed in the envelope, each word, each letter had been carefully chosen and constructed. 

"beautiful, Be home by 6.30 p.m., draw a bath by 7.30 p.m. and sit upon the stool and wait for My call. Do not open the package until I instruct you to do so. Lovingly, "M". "

She pondered about a bath of bubbles and soaking away the tensions of the day, but she became fixed on the package. She had more than enough to do, she placed the package in the corner of her office, and carried on with her paid employment. 

At 5.00 p.m. she went home immediately, and walked through the old cast iron doors. She drew the curtains, she poured a glass of wine, and looked through the evening paper. At 7.30 p.m. the bath was drawn, she had added the fragrance of rose oil to her delicious bubbles. She had looked at the package that had been hand delivered, wondering what was on the inside. Never before had she received a package from "M", only letters of instruction. 

At 7.35 she found herself shedding her clothes. Picked up the phone, which had a speaker, and sat on the stool, draped in a towel, waiting for "M" to call. 

She sat full of anticipation. She felt her breasts were becoming erect under the towel. She felt her womanhood, becoming moist, just through her desire. She felt her belly burn, knowing that only "M" could relieve her of this state. 

The phone rang, the deep voice said "hello beautiful, are you ready for Me?" she replied "yes Master, I am ready for You". He said "I hope you are upon your knees when you address Me. As I have summoned you, are you upon your knees?" 

She felt herself sink, as she was still sitting upon the stool. She said "oh no Master, i'm sitting upon the stool, whilst I was waiting for Your call". "On your knees beautiful" He said. She gracefully fell upon her knees, with her legs apart, her back was straight. She looked at the floor, and whispered "I don't see the point on being on my knees when You are not here". He said to her "I see you are now on your knees beautiful, and I see that My cunt is nice and wet, waiting for Master's touch. Just remember that if I decide that I am going to own you, that is My cunt. They are My breasts, your body is My body, to use, to bring pleasure to Me and to you, upon the journey of discovery". 

She just melted hearing His voice. He said to her "get into the bath beautiful". 

She slowly stood up, placed the phone on the stool, and turned on the speaker. She climbed into the bath, her body slipped between the velvet sheets of the water, with bubbles dispersed thereon. She laid her head back on the wall behind one end of the bath as her long slender body, slipped out the full length of the bath. Her feet nearly touching the other end. Her breasts were immersed in the water, and her Master's voice could be heard on the speaker phone. 

Master said to her "beautiful, I'm standing right beside you! I'm watching you take your bath, I'm watching you covering yourself in the water, I'm watching you bathe. I want you to feel My presence. I want you to feel My hand taking that soap, washing that body of yours."

Suddenly she realized that she was physically one person in the bath, but there was a presence of her Master. As she took her soap, and lathered it up into her hand, she realized that her hand was her Master's hand and it was caressing her body. As she ran her soap up her neck, she felt Master's fingers fondle her neck, and when she soaped her tummy, she felt his strong fingers moving down her abdomen, teasing as His hand traveled and as she opened and washed in between her legs, and she shaved the excess hair on her pussy, she felt as though He was smiling. When she washed her legs, she felt His strong hands caress her legs. 

She suddenly became aware that there had been silence on the end of the phone as she had been washing herself. The line was dead. She stayed in the bath just for a little bit longer. 

There was a consistent knock on the door, which wasn't going to go away. She got out of the bath, grabbing her toweling robe, she wrapped herself up, and called out "whose there?" A very deep voice replied "It is I beautiful, open the door". She realized that the person's voice, was the same voice as the One who had been on the phone. She opened the door, she smiled as she studied His face, and said welcome Master. He moved past the door, and closed the door behind Him. Looking at her He said "girl, are you not pleased to see Me?" She slid onto her knees, and said "welcome home Master". He said to her "child, go and get back into your bath". He followed her into the bathroom, she disrobed and as she disrobed, His eyes glowed. He saw the treasure of His rose. She laid back in between the velvet sheets of water which caressed her body, and now her Master's hand took the soap and rubbed her back. He took her feet, and massaged her feet. His hands then glided up along the inner sides of her legs, washing her legs and His hands slid into her womanhood, where He put the soap, and He cleansed, and He said to her "girl, this is My cunt. These are my breasts, and if you wear My collar, your body will be My body. She felt herself become tort. It was already too much for her to feel her Master's touch. Never before had she been in the bath with Master. This was a beautiful feeling, knowing that He was caressing her body, that would soon be His body, for His use, for T/their pleasure. 

He instructed her to carefully get out of the bath. He opened up a yellow towel, and He dried her down. Once again, a wry smile crept across His lips, as He adored and admired the form that was standing before Him. 

He said to her "girl I want you to go and get the package and bring it to Me". She said … "Sir the package is in my bedroom". He replied … "well girl, I shall follow you to your bedroom." She wrapped the yellow towel around her so that she didn't shudder. She was anxious, nervous, but not cold. She was warmed and on fire, her body was hot. In her mind she thought she was about to explode. 

Inside the bedroom Master sat down in an antique chair, and said "I want you to fetch the package, and kneel before Me. I want to admire what I am going to claim, should you give your consent". She fetched the package and knelt beside Him. He said to her "when you kneel before Me child, you kneel with your legs spread so that I can see your sex. When I see your sex, I like to see it drip." 

She spread her legs a little bit wider, so that Master could see His sex. He felt His own sex harden, knowing that she was going to consent. 

He opened the box, and He held up a gold neck chain. He said to her "This chain is a symbolism of My love for you. It is a symbolism of O/our unity. Do you consent to my ownership? To venture down a road where there will be completeness for you and I both". She smiled and said "yes Master. my body, Master is Your body". She loved Him beyond words. He placed the chain around her neck, and kissed her. He then placed around her neck, His leather collar that was very firm against her soft skin. But it was the collar that He would attach when He wanted to use her, to begin with. He said to her "when you are at home, I want you to wear this collar, when I talk to you on the phone, or when I am here in person. The necklace is one which I want you to wear all the time, to know that I am always apart of you. Then He attached His leash which He took out of the box. He said to her "when I attach the leash, I will always want you on Your knees. Now spread those legs wider for me and let me see My sex." 

He looked at her sex, dripping, feeling very pleased that she had responded in this manner, that He didn't need to use a more brutal force of tone. For He didn't want to have to discipline her, or to be hard with her, even though His sadist tendencies would come out sooner or later in T/their time together. 

He knew that she was not a painslut, but that she would endure His command. She would relish His touch, for it is what He sought. She would do what she was asked to please Him. 

Indeed she knew, her place would always be on her knees, and dripping sex. Knowing that she would venture with Him for a long while, for as long as the pathway was to be explored, they would explore it together. She could not see how, or understand how, they would not be together forever, for she loved Him, she wanted Him, and she would not fail Him. 

Master took her by the hand and said "come with me delicate, My beautiful rose. The leash was given a gentle tug and slowly she stood. When she was upon her feet she smiled at Him. From the core of her being she radiated, knowing that Master stood beside her. Knowing that she had been chosen, and that her offer of submission had been accepted. That she was good enough because He now called her His own. 

He placed around her shoulders a black cape, which covered her entire being. He lead her outside and they stood upon the deck. The stars were exploding in the night sky. The air was so very still. He whispered to here "I am proud you are Mine". He pulled her into Him, touching His girl's body, teasing her with soft caresses. 

He spoke with authority, He spoke with kindness and with love. He said "beautiful … my precious rose, it's time for me to take you. Go into the bedroom and wait for Me". She walked gracefully into the bedroom, the leash swaying down her chest, she knelt down at the foot of Master's bed waiting for Him. Her legs were spread, her sex dripping, wanton she was, burning with desire in her belly, for His touch, for His command, for His care and love. 

Master undid the leash, removed the cloak and looked at His one. This special rose completed Him, her eagerness to be owned by Him, her need for His control, He felt so proud to be given her submission, for He had cultivated His rosebud, and He picked the bloom. His chain, His one's body, was fastened to Him for this time. Maybe He thought to Himself, looking at her as her sex was dripping, feeling His sex ache. Maybe this one will be for eternity.  

angel in submission to Master, on her knees, where she belongs, to serve, to be used, to be loved, to be treasured and watered. To encapsulate Master with her love, her care, and her attention, can only in time bring deeper understandings of one's purpose in this place that W/we call life.



The Package



One of the biggest advantages of moving into the condo after my divorce at the age of 45 was the many benefits offered. In addition to the luxury of not having to do menial chores like cutting grass and shoveling snow, there were the many amenities offered. There was a weight room, tennis court, basketball court and swimming pool. I particularly liked the swimming pool, spending the bulk of my summer weekends lounging around enjoying the many sights. A man should be good at something and lounging around watching girls in bikinis is something I do particularly well. Nobody can say I don't have talents. So when a new piece of eye candy showed up at the pool recently parts of my anatomy definitely took notice, and not just my eyes. 

When a shapely young woman in a red bikini shows up at the pool she is bound to get a certain amount of attention. I know she had my full attention. She had legs all the way up to her butt and what a perfect butt it was. As she walked, her skimpy red bikini was bunching up in her butt crack a bit. I felt like walking over and offering to straighten it for her, with my teeth. She looked like she couldn't have been a day over 25 though, and I was an old geezer of 46. She'd probably slap me and call me a dirty old man if she caught me even looking her way. I was probably as old as her father was, but hey, it is not a crime to look. Thank God for that, because if looks and dirty thoughts were illegal I'd be on death row.

As the summer wore on, red bikini girl definitely gave me a good reason to go to the pool. I was even showing up earlier than usual just to maximize my fantasizing time. She was certainly an inspiration I can say that. It would have been nice to see more of her, but that was unlikely. You never really see much of your neighbors except at the pool or in the rare event you run into them in the morning going to work.

One day while sitting on my balcony lot I got a pleasant surprise. It was towards the end of the summer and it was a very overcast day. Not being good pool weather, I decided to spend the afternoon on the balcony with a book. My balcony overlooks the parking lot and I can see the neighboring buildings surrounding the courtyard. A red convertible pulled up in front of the next building and parked. The driver's door opened and out stepped red bikini girl. Her long black hair dangled seductively down her back and she looked sexy in her tight fitting jeans. Heck, this girl would make a burlap sack look sexy. 

Oh my God, I thought. This girl lives right in the next building. Once again my mind started racing, not that it takes much. I would never really consider approaching a girl this young and hot. I have been approached by much younger women on occasion, don't get me wrong. But to approach a woman this hot and half my age would no doubt not have a fairy tale ending. I admired the view for a few minutes as she gathered her things and walked into the building and then went back to my book.

Summer ended rather unceremoniously. The time I had spent at the pool on the weekends was now spent on indoor hobbies. One of my hobbies is collecting old cameras, Exaktas to be specific. Exaktas are a line of cameras made by Ihagee Kamerawerk in Dresden from 1933 to the early seventies. I found myself spending more afternoons on the computer searching E-bay for various obscure items I did not yet have.

One afternoon I got particularly lucky. I came across a mint 90/2.5 Angeniex automatic lens I needed to complete my set of chrome Angeniex lenses. I was somewhat ecstatic when I won the auction and quickly made my payment. So when a small box arrived on my doorstep a few days later, I anxiously brought it in and set it on the kitchen table. I took out a steak knife and quickly sliced it open. I then poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table eager to examine my new purchase. I reached in the box expecting to see a nice mint chrome lens and was somewhat shocked at what I found.

Oh my God, I thought to myself. This won't fit on my camera. The item in the box was not the lens I was expecting at all. It was a vibrator. Yes, a vibrator. What was going on here, I thought to myself. I looked at the address on the box. It was addressed to an Amanda Smith. I don't know any Amanda Smith I thought to myself. I looked at the address. 246 Moonlight, that was right in the next building. I had been here over a year and thought I knew everyone in the next building, at least by name. I thought long and hard. Suddenly something else became long and hard. Could Amanda Smith be red bikini girl? Am I really holding her vibrator?

I quick put the vibrator back in the box. I took a sip of my coffee. Now what do I do, I thought. Should I throw it away and pretend nothing happened? Should I keep it for company? Should I put the open box on her doorstep and run? I thought and thought. The little devil on my shoulder started to whisper in my ear.

I finished my coffee and took a shower. I got out of the shower and picked out a nice dress shirt and pants from the closet. I put on my best cheap cologne. After putting my shoes on, I grabbed my keys and the box and headed out the door. It was a crapshoot, but what had I to lose?

I walked next-door and stood in front of the entrance to number 246. I took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell. In a moment an extraordinarily hot young woman answered the door dressed casually in a T-shirt and tight jeans. She stared at me with her big brown eyes.

"Hi, I live next door." I started, "I got a package by mistake. I think it belongs to you."

She took the box and looked inside. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled.

"Yes. Yes, It does." She giggled as she spoke. Her smile made her look even sexier, which I did not think possible.

"Must get lonely at night." I made an attempt to ease the awkwardness. I was feeling awkward anyway.

"Yes." She started, "I'm new around here and I don't really know anyone around here."

"Well, I'm Alan." I said, "Now you know someone."

"Yes, thanks for returning this." She started, "Would you like to come in? I just put on some coffee."

Wow, this was too good to be true I started thinking. This was like some sort of fantasy. A super hot looking twenty something year old woman inviting me in, vibrator in hand.

I followed her into her condo getting a nice view of her rear end. Those jeans look like they were painted on, I thought to myself. Made me wish I had a can of paint remover.

"You new in town?" I asked.

"Yes, from Ohio. My job got transferred." She answered.

She poured us each a cup of coffee as we sat at her kitchen table. The last thing I really needed was more caffeine, but I was not going to say no. The box with the vibrator sat on the table like an elephant in the room. I thought hard trying to think of something cute to say that would lighten the situation. I wanted to bring the conversation around to the vibrator without being too direct. My mind was racing more than usual, if that is possible.

"So, how long do the batteries last in those things?" I can't believe those words actually came out of my mouth.

"Why do you want to know?" She laughed as she asked.

"Oh, just curious." Best answer I could come up with.

"Well, we'll just have to find out." She said coyly.

She got up and walked over to a drawer in the kitchen. She opened the drawer and took out a package of new batteries. She put the batteries in the vibrator as I sat there and watched. I was so tempted to ask her what happened to her old vibrator, assuming there was one. It would have seemed really wrong if I asked if I could have it.

She finished putting the batteries in and turned it on. She touched the vibrator to the back of my hand.

"Feel good?" She giggled.

"Not me." I answered.

She hesitated in her response. She just looked at me with a sly smile for a minute. Finally, she spoke.

"You really want to see?" She cooed.

"Well, if you absolutely insist." I answered.

Her asking me if I really wanted to see was like going into a store to buy a lottery ticket and the clerk asking if you want the winning one.

She hesitated for a moment once again. She then reached down and undid her pants and pulled them off. She then walked over to me as I sat in the kitchen chair and straddled my lap facing me. She took the vibrator and slowly touched her womanhood, gently running it up and down her moistening lips. I could see the juices glistening on the tip of the vibe as she slowly worked it up and down. After a bit of playing, she aimed the vibrator upwards and slowly inserted it into her wet pussy. I grabbed her by the hips and leaned forward and delicately massaged her engorged button with my tongue. The changing pitch of the vibe as it eased in and out of her filled my ears. Her moans were steadily increasing in intensity, at first competing with the buzzing then soon drowning it out as she reached her first climax.

I picked her up by the hips and laid her back on the kitchen table. I opened my pants and dropped them and my underwear, relieving the strain on my engorged cock. I pulled up her T-shirt exposing her perky young nipples. I took the vibrator from her hand and gently eased it into her soft folds, imitating the motions she had done minutes earlier. I then bent over and kissed and sucked those gorgeous young breasts, her hardened nipples tickling my lower lip. After a couple of minutes I inserted the vibrator in her very wet pussy and mildly pressed it upward toward her G-spot as I gently eased it in and out. I soon withdrew it and replaced the fake cock with the real thing. We were soon pumping away like animals as the kitchen table started to rock, spilling over the coffee mugs. Shortly afterwards we both came together as her tightening muscles threatened to squeeze the life out of my cock.

Afterwards, I helped her clean up the spilled coffee. We got our clothes back on and sat around again at the kitchen table and chatted.

"You said you didn't know anyone in the area." I started, "Now you do."

"Yes, when I ordered that I never thought I would meet someone." She giggled.

"Oh, I was just being neighborly." I said.

Sometimes being a good neighbor can pay off.

07-14-09 



The Package



Note: I wrote this story years ago, so I know the technology is out of date. I still think it's sexy though! 

*

Admiring my wife's always neat penmanship, I glanced at the Mexican stamp and opened the neatly wrapped package, faintly smelling her perfume as I pulled the tape off and opened the small box. I read my name neatly written on a creme colored envelope bordered with pink carnations, with the words "read this first" underneath. I gently pulled the envelope from the package and inhaled softly, letting the smell of her perfume take over my senses as if she were sitting next to me, her soft fingers wrapped around mine.

I opened the envelope and pulled out the handwritten letter. I smiled to myself as I read it, hearing her voice in my head. "Mi amor, I miss you so much. It feels so good to see my parents after five years, but since I have been gone, I realized something that I had forgotten in the six years we've been married. I need you and I love you so much."

My heart pounded as I read her words. "I miss everything about you, your touch, your kisses and especially your..." I could imagine her cheeks turning crimson as she smiled softly at her own thoughts while she wrote the letter. I continued on to the next paragraph.

"We've always talked about our fantasies. Some things that you say you want me to do I have always told you that I could not. If you look back in the package, you should find a videotape. When you are done with this letter, look at the video, and remember that I love you with all my heart and always will. My heart belongs to you. Forever."

I took one last smell of her perfume before I carefully placed the letter on the table and pulled the videotape out of the cardboard box. Carefully written on the front of the video were the words, "For my love." I looked quizzically at the video, my eyebrows furrowing as I tried to determine the contents. I smiled at myself as I imagined the image of my relatively innocent and very beautiful wife telling me how much she loved me.

I carefully placed the video into the player, grabbed the remote control, and relaxed onto the sofa, turning on the TV and changing the channel. I was right, Her beautiful face filled the screen, her long dark hair framing her round face, her brown eyes looking at me lovingly. Her mouth began to move and I increased the volume so I could hear her words.

"...miss you so much. It seems like we've been apart for years even though it has only been weeks. Every night I go to bed, thinking of you..." she paused momentarily as she looked down, then looked back into the camera and continued. "Thinking of you fucking me with your hard cock."

The camera pulled back and I could see her round breasts at the bottom the screen, her hard nipples visible through the sheer nightie I bought for her on her last birthday. "I hope you miss me as much as I miss you." She paused again and smiled wickedly. "Do you miss these?" Her hand moved onto the screen and I watched as she softly pinched her nipples then cupped her breasts, pushing them together and softly jiggling them. "So you want to see them, honey?" she asked. "Would you like to suck on my nipples. I would love to feel lips on them and a tongue teasing them." She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, letting out a slight moan as her fingers returned to her nipples with a soft squeeze.

Her face was filled with lust and the camera pulled back a little more. I could see her bare stomach as she pulled the nightie over her head, completely exposing her full breasts. Her hands returned momentarily to her breasts, softly squeezing them before her hands moved lower off the screen. I could see her arms moving slightly, and I knew she was masturbating as she continued.

"Do you remember your fantasy?" My wife asked. "How you have always wanted me to share myself with other men." She paused shyly and took a deep breath. "Remember how I always answered that I couldn't do that, that it wasn't me?" Her arms moved faster, I could imagine her fingers running up and down her pussy as her eyes closed and she moaned softly. I couldn't believe that my beautiful wife was teasing me with my own fantasy.

"It's time that I admitted something," she continued. "The first time you ever confessed your naughty fantasy to me, I was surprised, shocked that you would want me to do something like that." Her lustful eyes pierced through the TV screen. "At first I was hurt. I thought that you really didn't love me if you wanted me to... to fuck other guys. Then I realized that there is a difference between making love and fucking and I sort of understood your fantasy and it excited me. I still continued to say that I didn't want to do it, but I lied about the reason. It wasn't because I didn't want to do it, but because I was afraid... am afraid that I would like it too much." Her arms moved faster and I imagined her fingers rapidly moving up and down her wet slit.

"In the two weeks that I've been down here, well, you know what I'm like. I made myself orgasm every night with my hands. Then a couple of nights ago at a party, well, I might of had a little too much to drink, and you know me, I'm a natural flirt anyway, these two guys kept talking to me, telling me how beautiful I was and I soaked it all in and flirted back. After a while, their compliments changed, they started telling me how nice of a body I have. Then one of them made a comment about how nice my tits are. I could have stopped everything there, but I was... I was too... I wanted them. I wanted to fuck. I really wanted to fuck them. Right there in the middle of the party, in front of everybody.

"They told me how nice of an ass I have. I still could have stopped everything, but I couldn't. I just smiled, trying to hide my desires from them. I went outside to cool off, and they followed me. I could have stopped them, but I just smiled at them. I knew what I was doing, and I knew I beginning to lose control, but I didn't care. All I could hear were your words echoing in my head. 'What would you feel with another cock in your pussy, or two?'" I don't know what amazed me more, the scene she was describing, or the glazed, lustful expression she wore. This was my shy, innocent wife?

I couldn't believe it. My mouth hung open as she continued her story, the pure lust in her eyes making my cock hard. I rubbed my cock through my pants and watched as she confessed. "Once we got outside, one of them asked for a better look at my butt. I don't think he thought I was really gonna do it. I don't know who was more surprised as I lifted up the back of my dress, me or them. You should have seen the looks on their faces..." She paused for a second and bit her lower lip before she continued, "I don't know what got into me. Just having them looking at me, staring at me... lusting...."

Her hands came back into view, slowly sliding up her stomach and cupping her breasts. "Just thinking about what I did just makes me..." She pulled one of her nipples to her mouth and slowly licked it as she let out a low moan. She dropped her hands and pushed them back down off screen. Her arms moved slowly back and forth and I imagined her hands playing with her wet slit.

"One of the guys," she continued, "reached out and touched my butt. I pushed his hand away. I mean, letting them look isn't the same as touching.... I wanted to show them everything, so I turned around and pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pulled. Their eyes opened wide as they stared at my tits. I've never been so horny in my life. I couldn't stop myself. I mean, I don't know what got into me, but I stood next to one of the guys, I'm not even sure which one, and let him feel my boobs. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees and I had his cock in my mouth. Thinking about it now, I mean I was right outside and somebody had to see me, but I didn't care. As hot as I was, he was even hotter, he came almost right away, in my mouth, and you know what. I didn't care. I could feel his cum inside, and it was dripping out of my mouth and onto my tits."

I couldn't believe it, my wife, the same woman that was embarrassed to make love to me in a hotel room because the people in the next room might hear, sucked a guy off in public and let him cum in her mouth. She hardly ever gave me blow jobs, and when she did it was only with a half-hearted effort.

"I don't even remember walking to their house, but the next thing I remember was bending over a couch and feeling..." She paused for a second and smiled wickedly. "Do you know what I felt, honey? I felt this."

The camera zoomed out and I realized that she hadn't been playing with herself the whole time, but she had been stroking some guys cock. Suddenly everything came together in my head. Not only had she been stroking this cock while talking to me on the video, somebody had to be running the camera. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly, and I watched as she lifted herself up, then pushed the head of the cock into her wet pussy, moaning loudly as it slid between her pussy lips. Once the head was between her labia, she opened her eyes and spoke. "I felt his cock slide into my pussy, just... like... this." She pushed herself down, arching her back as the cock slid into her.

Once the cock was completely buried into her pussy, she smiled softly and her eyes fluttered briefly. "It feels so good, honey. It's about the same width as yours, but a little longer. I don't know why I waited so long..." My wife moaned and rhythmically pushed herself up and down. I could see the cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Pull the camera back," she said addressing somebody else beside myself for the first time. Let him watch this too. I want your cock in my mouth. I'll bet he'll love watching that." The camera pulled back, and I could see her entire body for the first time. A naked man stepped next to her, and she stared straight into the camera as she kissed the tip of his cock and pumped it with her hand. Still staring at me, her eyes locked on the camera, she took his cock into her mouth. Instead of daintily sucking on it, she took the whole thing into her mouth. As she pulled it put, she smiled at me and said, "as you can see, I've gotten some practice sucking cock. If you're nice to me when I get back, I'll show you how good of a cocksucker I've become." With those words, she closed her eyes and pushed the whole cock back into her mouth as she continued to pound the other cock into her pussy.

For the next fifteen minutes, I watched these two guys fuck my wife. I don't know how they lasted so long. Just watching them I came three times, my cum spraying all over myself. Finally, with a loud groan one of the guys pulled out of my wife's pussy and shot his load all over her tits. Then almost right after, the other guy groaned and came in her mouth. The cum was dripping out of her mouth. Instead of repulsively spitting it out like she did the one time she let me come in her mouth, she swallowed it. The cum that dripped out of her mouth she greedily licked with her tongue, pushing the cum dripping off her chin with her finger back into her mouth, then seductively licking her finger.

"Look at all this cum all over me," she said into the camera as she picked up a drop of cum off her left nipple. "It feels so good and...," She licked her finger again, "and tastes so good." Without missing a beat she continued."I hope you miss me. As much as I love and miss you, you'll have to forgive me for saying that I don't miss your cock. I've had plenty of that lately. And later tonight I'm going to have even more. You see, to get these guys to agree to making this videotape, I had to agree to be the hostess at a card game of theirs with a bunch of their friends, and I have to wear whatever they chose. You know what I get to wear?" she asked as she stepped off the screen. "This."

She held up a tiny black and white something, I guess it was some kind of uniform, but not something that I've ever seen a hostess wear. It was completely white, sheer at the breasts, then black in the middle before it melded into a white sheer skirt. She smiled innocently and added, "Here's the underwear." as she held up a tiny white sheer thong. At least I think it was a thong. I don't even know if it had enough material to be called a thong.

"I'll let you know how the party went when I get home on Sunday. If it goes anything like I expect, I think I'll be pretty well fucked by then." The screen went blank momentarily and I reached for the remote, but before I could shut off the TV, her face re-appeared on the screen. This time she was dressed. I could see the straps of a dress or blouse on her shoulders. "I love you, honey," she said into the camera. I could see people in the background and it was bright daylight. Then she winked and added, "When I get home do you know what I'm going to let you do?" She paused and continued, "I'm gonna let you eat my pussy and taste the cum of the last guy I fucked. Will you like that?"

Then the camera panned back, and I could see her straddling some guy and grinding her hips into him as people walked behind them, only a short concrete wall hiding the lewd movements below her waist, but nothing could hide the lewd expression on her face as she pumped away. She moaned softly, desperately trying to hide her orgasm, then the camera faded to black.



The Package



I opened the front door, breath bated and fingers crossed. Outside stood a tall, friendly looking man garbed in a hideous brown and green uniform. He was armed with a large brown parcel and a clipboard filled with bureaucratic nonsense.

The man successfully butchered my surname just like everyone else while asking if I was the correct recipient.

Finally! Fuck yes! is what I thought, though what I actually said was, "Yup, that's me." My hands were so slick and clammy from the excitement that I nearly dropped the pen and clipboard as he passed them to me. I hastily scribbled a signature that looked nothing like my own, thanked the deliveryman and then ran back to my room. Papers and textbooks were strewn everywhere and everything else was placed strategically in the most chaotically organized way possible. Exam week was upon me and a cluttered room was the least of my worries.

Unfortunately for my GPA everything but what was in the box was also about to be the least of my worries.

I pulled out my cellphone and sent a brief text to my girlfriend. It's here!!!! was all it said but I knew that she would understand. I had started researching this purchase a month ago and from the get go she had been more supportive than I could have ever hoped for. I was an incredibly lucky guy and I sure knew it.

I threw my cell on my bed and went to my desk to fish out a pair of scissors. The box was roughly three feet by one foot and was taped up tightly. Fragile was stamped in several places and if the condition of the outer packaging was any indication then obviously these warnings had been well heeded by the men and women who were charged with its care during its trans-Atlantic voyage. I opened the scissors and used one of the blades to draw a careful line down the seam at the top of the box. Then my excitement got the better of me and I tore through the rest of the packaging like a kid on Christmas.

As I opened the box I was delighted to see... more packaging! Oh well, I couldn't fault them for being overcautious. I pulled out the protective filler and finally got to see the item I had coveted for almost two years. After hundreds of hours of indecisive consideration and several hundred dollars it was finally mine.

It looked even more realistic in person than it had online. The shape of this artificial fecund midriff was made with a foam core and coated by a thick layer of squishy silicone. I couldn't wait to watch as this fake belly transformed my girlfriend's delicious physique into that of an irresistibly pregnant woman. Obviously my money had been well spent!

I reached in and pulled out my new toy. The silicone was cool to the touch and didn't seem to warm easily which was slightly disappointing but otherwise it was perfect. Due to several factors (including financial considerations) I had opted in favor of the 6 month belly and in regards of size and shape it was exactly as it should have been. There was even a carefully molded bellybutton which I considered an important feature. I slid my hands along its surface, reveling in the accuracy and attention to detail. I closed my eyes and found that I could easily imagine that I was gently massaging her distended abdomen. In my mind I could clearly see my fingers brush along the base of her large pregnant belly and then slowly begin their slow ascent up the sexy swell of her stomach. Her skin was cold but that was to be expected as we had just come inside from a short walk. My index finger ran across her bellybutton as my hands crested the apex of her belly and I found myself gently exploring it. It was perhaps a bit more rigid than it should have been but I still found it incredibly sexy.

I opened my eyes and was at once both disappointed and impressed. On the one hand I was let down by the reminder that I had to make due with a facsimile of the real thing, but on the other I was blown away by how convincing it was. I couldn't wait to see my girlfriend strapped into it. It wouldn't be quite as hot as if she was actually knocked up but it would still be utterly amazing.

Unfortunately between now and then I had a massive final to write. But what better reward could a guy like me ask for then to slide into his sexy pregnant girlfriend after a hard day? I certainly couldn't think of anything more satisfying.

**

I rushed through my exam as fast as I could and then walked home from campus as fast as I could and when I thought no one was looking I occasionally started running. I had already made plans to spend the night at her place for a very pregnant tête-à-tête.

I wasted no time when I arrived home. I added my backpack to the ever increasing clutter that was my bedroom and I grabbed the large box and started back out of the house. Along the way I ran into my roommate.

"Hey man, what's in the box?" he asked.

"Trust me, you don't want to know!" I replied with a large grin.

"Hahaha, yeah okay then. Just so long as it isn't a portable meth lab or something," he said, laughing.

"Don't be ridiculous Daryl, obviously I hide that in your truck whenever I'm not using it," I joked. "Anyways I'm out of here for the night, have a good one."

"Peace."

Glad to have successfully navigated that potentially awkward situation I put my shoes and jacket back on and walked out to my car. It was only 6 PM but the sun had already set. I couldn't wait until the summer; I had some very sexy ideas on how to use my new toy once the weather got nicer. Of course that all depended on how tonight went. She had been incredibly cool about the idea of wearing a fake pregnant belly but there was always the risk that it would make her feel uncomfortable. My fetish had gotten me into trouble before and I had learned that I could only ask so much of a girlfriend before they began to feel like I wasn't attracted to them as they were. Unfortunately I've always found it difficult to explain what it is like living with a fetish to people who don't have them. But so far she had been different from everyone else I had told about my deviant predilection for the pregnant form and this gave me a lot of hope. Enough hope to risk draining my bank account to purchase a sex toy that I had wanted for several years but had never been brave enough to buy before. With her it just didn't seem like much of a risk. She was very supportive and even seemed to enjoy teasing me with it from time to time. And as an added bonus for me her body occasionally decided it hated food and decided to cause her stomach to bloat out an impressive amount, giving her the appearance of a woman a few months along. I had a hunch that this was something she was used to feeling awkward about and hiding, but for me it was incredibly sexy. When it happened it took everything I had not to jump on her and have my way with her. And now we could play with making her pregnant (and even larger!) whenever we wanted! I found myself crossing my fingers as I drove. If everything went as well as I thought it would then I would soon be buried deep inside her with her tremendous new girth pressing against me as I slammed into her over and over again. The very thought of it made me incredibly hard and made operating a motor vehicle almost irresponsible.

As I knocked on her door I felt a strange sensation of inverted déjà vu. The door opened to 

reveal my beautiful, fun sized girlfriend and as usual I couldn't help but smile upon seeing her. We said our greetings, kissed, and then went downstairs to her room. Her bedroom was spacious, largely clutter-free, and roughly the temperature of Pluto during January. I had decided that I didn't want to make a big deal about the belly just yet so I put it on her desk and steered the conversation away from it. My top priority was making her as comfortable as possible before we tested it out. Also I didn't want to come across as desperate or perverted. Minimizing the influence my fetish had over me has always been a battle for me but long ago I decided that I could only ask so much of girls before crossing the line into significant psychological harm. I have not always been successful- sometimes it seems inevitable that my curse is bound to rub off on the girls I date. Already I was concerned about the enthusiasm she had shown for indulging my desires. Don't get me wrong I loved this about her and it made me cherish her even more, but at the same time I've always been extremely self-conscious about the possibility that she might overcorrect and begin internalizing aspects of my sexuality as her own.

Of course that would still be incredibly hot but at the same time I would feel guilty for tampering with someone that I already loved so much just as she was. This is why I opted for cuddles and conversation first rather than thrusting the belly at her the moment I walked through the door. 

After we had hung out in her bed for an hour I decided it was time to propose playing with the belly.

"So," I said hesitantly, "are you feeling up to trying on the belly? I mean, we don't have to right now if you don't want too..."

"Oh yeah! I forgot all about that! Yes please!"

I tried to hide the immense pleasure that I got out of her enthusiasm. I failed horribly.

"Awesome! By the way do you have any summer dresses that you think would fit over it?" I asked. Long flowing dresses cascading over large pregnant bellies have always driven me wild. And though I hadn't really talked to her about it yet one of my fantasies involved going to maternity stores with her to try on and buy new dresses.

"I don't know. But I'm sure we can find something!" she said as she opened the box and removed the fake pregnant belly. She turned it in her hands, exploring it.

"Well? What do you think? I think it'll fit well. I'm glad I didn't order the 9 month belly, it probably would have been too big, eh? And I really like that it is a bit squishy. I bet it'll feel pretty realistic once it's covered by a dress..." I stopped myself when I realized that I was rambling nervously.

"I think it looks really good," she said, "it's a bit cold though."

"Yeah I was a bit disappointed by that too. Perhaps it'll be better during the summer. And outside of this icebox you call a bedroom," I replied jokingly. I always feel more comfortable in awkward situations when I can make light of the situation.

She laughed as she began to strip down. Her sweater came off first revealing just a bra and a lot of sexy skin. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on that skin and lick, kiss, nibble, and bite it!

I moved behind her and with only one fumble deftly removed her bra which fell to the ground. I realized that I had made a mistake by helping her because now I was standing behind her and couldn't see her full, firm, D (DD?) cup breasts. To make up for this error I reached around her, my arms beneath hers, and gently caressed them. I buried my head between neck and her shoulder and kissed her on every inch of skin that I could reach. I loved showering her in kisses almost as much as I loved using my mouth to suck and tease her nipples and her clit.

But I knew I was getting in the way of the main attraction so I stepped away while trying to subtly adjust my erection. I then slowed progress down again by grabbing her deliciously tight ass as she bent over to take off her panties. God I could already picture fucking her doggy style while she was wearing the belly. The thought of me pounding into her while reaching around and holding onto her giant pregnant belly made my erection begin to pulse to the rhythm of my heart.

Once again I had to force myself to back away from my incredibly sexy girlfriend. Patience, I thought.

The company that I purchased my new belly from usually sold their prosthetics attached to a full bodysuit in order to maximize comfort and the correct positioning of the belly. Obviously a bodysuit would have defeated most of the purpose of this purchase for me so I had placed a special order for one that was worn with a large mesh torso band. This left full access for all of her fun bits. Carefully she stepped into the belly band and then slowly shimmied it up over her bum. Once this was done she turned to face the mirror over her dresser so she could adjust the belly to the right position.

"Wow, I'm huge!" she proclaimed at the sight of her reflection.

"Yeah, hugely sexy!!" I replied with an enthusiastic grin.

My girlfriend turned from side to side, carefully checking herself out in the mirror as she used her hands to gently cup the base of the belly. This stereotypical mannerism was another thing that always drove me wild but I did my best to contain my incredible lust.

"It looks pretty good already, doesn't it? Maybe I should try something on over top though?" she said, perhaps reading my mind.

"Yeah, definitely. Do you have anything long and flowy?" I asked. "Or maybe a tight shirt that'll show off all of your new curves? I'm already on cloud 9 so I really don't care which." As I said this I had a sudden impulse to pull her close and kiss her passionately. I tried to put this thought into action but I quickly found that the belly held us apart by nearly a foot. It felt amazing having her stomach pressed against me as I leaned in across the chasm between us and brought my lips against hers. Our tongues danced as my blood began to boil. The next thing I knew my hands were at her face, holding her close as I made out with her as vigorously as I could. Having a strong fetish can be incredibly frustrating at times and there is nothing more embarrassing than not being able to perform because of the low sex drive that can come with it, but when it is properly stimulated I completely lose control. This was one of those moments. My hands were a flurry of motion, touching, rubbing, and caressing every inch of her that they could reach. The pressure of the belly against my erection was causing me to gyrate in a way that I would have found embarrassing if I wasn't so intoxicated by her incredible magnetism. My teeth briefly latched onto her lower lip as I pulled my face away from hers. I looked down and realized that I couldn't see either of our feet past her newly swollen midsection. Her breasts were in view however, and it took all of my self-control not to bend over and take her delectable nipples into my mouth.

Somehow though I managed to break the spell that she had cast on me and I reluctantly stepped away from her.

"Wow!" was all she said. Her face was flushed and her hair was a tangled mess- but the sexy kind of mess that only sex can produce.

"You're telling me! I want to fuck you so badly right now. But first I want to see you try on a few tops. Do you mind doing some modeling for me?" I asked, wanting to throw her a wink but vetoing the action for being too clichéd. Besides, I just don't wink well.

"Yeah, of course! I'll have to see what I can dig out. I don't really have any dresses but I'm sure I can find something that'll fit over it." She moved toward her dresser and began opening drawers and digging through them. I found that I could barely move I was so awestruck by her beauty. The illusion wasn't quite complete while the belly was uncovered but it was still fascinating watching her try and move around with the belly on. She hadn't learned to compensate for the mound of fake flesh that preceded her everywhere she went so she occasionally bumped into things. It should have been funny but instead it was just sexy.

Finally she pulled out a large white shirt with what appeared to be the face of Bob Marley on the front of it. I thought it might be a bit odd to be fondling his face as I rubbed my new toy but at the same time I really didn't give a shit. She struggled to get shirt over the belly and I briefly considered helping but ultimately decided to just stand back and enjoy the show. Everything she did turned me on and I knew that if I got too close I would lose control again. I wanted to savor every minute of this.

Finally she managed to get the shirt all the way on. The fabric was pulled so taught that I could easily make out the sculpted bellybutton beneath. "So... what do you think?"

I wanted to respond, I really did, but I just stood there in awe. The words 'majestic', 'fanfuckingtastic', and 'ravishing' all came to mind but none of the above made it past my central nervous system. I guess my silence unnerved her because she followed up by asking if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm good. Good and well. A little speechless though, sorry."

"Oh okay, I couldn't tell if you liked it or not. I'm glad you do," she said as she turned back to face the mirror, "because I think I look damn sexy!" I certainly couldn't argue with that!

"Really? You don't mind it?" I asked. My greatest fear was that she would try it on and feel uncomfortable. I wouldn't have blamed her, pretending to be something you're not in order to turn someone on would be a difficult thing to do- though even if she was just faking her enthusiasm to make me happy I sure appreciated the effort. Still I was desperately hoping for her to be even a fraction as happy and turned on by this situation as I was. It was a lot to ask I knew but it would really complete the whole package. Pretending to be pregnant was hot; actually enjoying it would be just about the sexiest thing I could imagine.

"I'm actually really surprised by how much I like it. I think I look really hot pregnant!" This made me blow a mental sigh of relief. "You know, I'm really surprised by how turned on this is making me."

"That's great hun, I'm glad you like it!" I said while at the same time thinking God I hope you aren't just saying that for my sake...

This time it wasn't me who closed the distance between us. Once again I couldn't help myself; having her pressed so tightly against me and yet still so far away was the strangest yet sexiest thing I'd ever felt. I wanted her badly and now my patience had finally worn out. I gently guided her back to the bed and helped her to lie down on her back. I was surprised to see how much the belly hindered her range of motion and was impressed by how closely her movements were to that of a woman who was actually pregnant. Once she was down I wasted no time getting undressed myself.

Let the games begin!!

As a reward for being so utterly amazing I decided to give her as many orgasms as I could. I could usually give her orgasms during sex but I knew that this time I wasn't going to last very long. Thankfully the idea of driving my head between the legs of a pregnant woman drove me wild. The view from down there was amazing. My tongue was busy lapping at her sex while my eyes drank in the majestic mountain of silicone flesh that obscured my vision. I had never been particularly skilled at eating girls out but what I lacked in skill I always tried to make up for with enthusiasm and patience. In this case I was so turned on that my enthusiasm had me grinding against the bed as I ate her out. At that rate I knew I wouldn't last long, already the friction had built up to a near orgasmic level. I decided to change tactics. I adjusted so that I was lying on my side beside her. I leaned in and kissed one set of lips as I used my fingers to spread her other. I broke our kiss so I could move my head down to her right breast. I loved sucking on her tits, to the point where I suspected that I got more pleasure from it than she did. But fuck it, she was delicious and I wanted to taste every bit of her! As my lips engulfed her nipple and I began my tongue gymnastics I slowly inserted my pointer finger. She was incredibly wet already, moist even (HA!), so I added my index finger almost immediately. Both of my fingers slid in easily so I drove them in as deep as I could. My lips and tongue alternated between her nipples while I flexed, wriggled, and thrusted inside her. Again I started to lose control of my hips and once again they started grinding and gyrating.




The Package



She started moaning so I increased my pace. I did my best to heed the signals her body were sending me and within minutes I could tell she was close. I ignored my aching wrist and redoubled my efforts. I was rewarded by a body seizing, leg clenching climax. I kept my fingers pulsing for as long as I could in an attempt to keep her orgasm going as long as I could.

She was breathing hard and hadn't unclenched her legs yet which I took as a good sign. I looked up at her and saw a look of pure bliss on her face. Mission accomplished! I waited a minute or two and then moved my hand back down to try for a second but she stopped me by blocking me with her legs.

"I want you inside me. Now!"

Only an idiot would try and turn down a command like that. I quickly moved to oblige her. I lined my cock up with her opening and she licked her fingers and used them to lubricate her lips. I moved in close, bringing the head to her entrance. I looked up from where we were about to join and drank in the vision of perfection that was my knocked up girlfriend. Her ample bosom was almost eclipsed by her titanic belly which was now being compressed tightly by her thighs. I leaned forward slightly, letting the tip pass into her a quarter of an inch. I knew that once I thrust into her once there was no going back. As much as I wanted to fuck her slowly and memorize every moment I knew I was only inches (literally) from losing my mind and fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. What can I say? Pregnancy brings the beast out in me.

She shifted her hips subtly and suddenly I was inside her. My vision blurred and suddenly everything was moving so fast. Her tits were bouncing everywhere and her mouth was agape, both gasping for air and projecting noises of ecstasy. My hips were moving faster than they ever had before as one arm propped me up and the other was vigorously massaging her massive middle. Not a single coherent thought crossed my mind and I fucked her like an animal. All that mattered was the sheer joy of repeatedly pounding into her.

Her moans increased and somehow I managed to increase my tempo to match. I could tell that she was close to orgasm which was good because I could feel the intense pre-orgasmic warmth creeping down my shaft.

My supporting arm lost all strength as a powerful orgasm began to tear through my body. The fake belly became compressed between our bodies which turned me on even more. All hope of backing down was lost at that moment. My thrusts became ragged and uneven as the pleasure overtook my entire brain. At the same time I could hear and feel her have an equally powerful orgasm. I pulled her close, my nails digging into her bare back as I used the last of my energy to draw both of our orgasms out a little further. Finally I could take no more. Every centimeter I moved made my whole body twitch and spasm. We were both breathing heavily and I was slick with perspiration. I couldn't even be bothered with worrying about a mess this time; I just rolled off of her and almost passed out.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"Wow," she echoed.

Worth. Every. Penny.



The Package



Chapter 1: Arrival

There was a loud knocking at the door. "I'm coming!" yelled a twenty-something blonde woman wet and wearing only a towel. She paused briefly to check that her breasts and lower half were all covered enough before opening the door.

On the other side was a happy middle aged delivery guy smiling as he held a long thin package and a clip board. "Good afternoon. I got a package for you," he said holding out the foot and a half long and six inch wide and tall cardboard box.

The young woman took the package and looked at it. It didn't have a name of who it was for, but it was her address. Then the guy held it his clipboard and a pen, "Please print and sign your name here." Doing that while holding the towel up was easier said than done, but she managed to get it done before the cloth uncovered her and she quickly shut the door with her package before she slammed the door and let the towel fall over her arm.

She didn't bother with the package after reading the return address and not recognizing the sender. It must be for one of my roommates she was thinking. Instead she threw it on the table and returned to the bathroom while drying her hair. Eventually she returned to her bedroom, dressed in her professional knee length skirt and simple blouse and left for work, never even giving the package a cursory glance.

It wasn't until a slightly younger oriental-looking woman, with long straight raven black hair came back home from her morning job at a local coffee shop. She was much more curious and examined the package and shook it. It had something long with some heft that moved around inside but wasn't heavy. She set the package back where she'd found it, but examined it twice more in the two hours until the last roommate arrived home.

"Hey Sarah," said the slightly younger brunette. Unlike the other two she was not dressed for work because she was still attending a local community college.

"Hey, Julie," the exotic woman responded. "Did you order something from," she paused to read the package, "Richard Arrivals Product Enterprises?"

"No," the brunette answered with some curiosity of her own. "Maybe it's Gwen's."

"Maybe," Sarah responded unsurely. "But it was already sitting here when I got back so she must have set it here without opening it."

Julie came over after dropping her bag, picked up the package and gently rotated it, feeling the long object inside shift as it thudded gently inside the box from side to side. "What do you think it is?"

"A candle?" Sarah guessed.

"Maybe..." Julie agreed. "Let's open it," she suggested.

Sarah almost agreed, but then said, "Better wait until Gwen gets back, just to be sure."

Julie set the long package back down and they each did their own thing for several hours. Julie went to her room to do some school work while Sarah watched TV then started making some dinner. It was ready just as their last roommate returned home.

"Hey guys," said an exhausted Gwen coming home about ten hours after she'd left late this morning. "Something smells great."

"I made some chicken and pasta," said Sarah happy for the complement.

They were quickly joined by Julie who's curiosity was more front and center. "Is this yours?" she asked grabbing the long package and gently tilting it to hear the dull thud as whatever was in it shifted to the other side.

"No, I figured it must be one of yours, but had to leave for work when I signed for it," Gwen answered.

"I didn't order anything," Sarah told her. "Maybe it was a wrong address?" she suggested.

Julie looked at it again, "It's to our address, but maybe someone just put the wrong address when they ordered it. There might be a packing slip inside that way we could find out who it belongs to?"

Gwen shrugged, "I guess." She went over and started getting some food with Sarah while Julie got a pair of scissors and opened the mysterious package. She opened up the small cardboard flaps and peered in as the others came over and set their plates down on the table.

Julie's face lost all its color as she just tossed the package away like it contained a snake that was trying to bite her. "What is it?" Sarah asked in concern as Gwen picked up the box.

Julie didn't answer, but Gwen did. "It's a dong," she said simply and upended the package as a long rubbery flexible flesh colored dildo slid out onto the center of the table, but seemed unending. It was over a foot long and nearly the full length of the package, and about two and a half inches wide with a thick area around the middle.

By the time the other end slapped onto the table everyone was speechless until Sarah said in shock, "It a double dong!" and the all saw that both ends clearly had a round pointed end that both clearly resembled the head of a man's penis.

"I know I was the last one to move in, but are you two..." Julie asked leaving her actual question of accusing her two slightly older roommates of a secret lesbian relationship unsaid.

"No way!" Gwen immediately responded as if she was accused of a crime.

"I didn't order it," Sarah answered as well.

Julie took the empty box and shook it. "No packing slip, so I guess it's ours now."

The all just looked at it and at each other. "I'm gonna eat in my room," Gwen stated, grabbed her plate and disappeared into her room.

Julie and Sarah both started eating, but then left the table to eat in front of the TV instead. They all usually ate dinner together and talked about their day, but the surprise changed all that as it sat ignored, yet exposed on their kitchen table.

The young women then went about their nightly routine, all actively trying to ignore the giant sex toy laying out in the center of their apartment, but also unable to help but glance at it as they walked by.

Sarah went to bed first since she had to get up early to open at her coffee shop at five the next morning, followed by Julie who had a morning class. Gwen eventually came back out to watch some late night TV alone and restless, feeling like the almost two foot long latex dick was watching her as the late night shows turned raunchy with sex line ads in between.

She thought back and remembered her college days when her best friend had hit on her once after telling her she was bi. She'd turned her down rudely saying she wasn't and pretty much lost her friend that day, but now couldn't help think of the mechanics of how the two of them could share the long double ended dong. She wasn't turned on looking at women, but now with this simple toy the thought of her once best friend feeding it into both her and her own pussies and then thrusting together to fuck each other was trapped in her brain. Even worse it was turning her on... a lot.

Gwen left the TV on and snuck to look down at the flesh colored plastic sex snake and tried to tell herself to just ignore it and go to bed, but now that she was horny she was kind of curious. She picked up the long soft device and realized it had some kind of a semi-rigid spine inside that was bendable to keep it in the shape you purposefully bent it to. She took it to the sink and ran it under some hot water and washed it from end to end with a little soap and her hands.

It been enough months since she'd dumped her last boyfriend that she enjoyed the feel of the fake dick in her hands as she cleaned it and imagined she was cleaning the real thing from an impossibly long guy and couldn't help but squeeze and stoke it to tease it harder. Once she was sure it was all clean she dried it off with a hand towel and brought it back to the couch with her.

Now that it was nearing midnight the shows were far more likely to contain graphic sex and violence. Gwen flipped through the channels until she found something that looked promising and wasn't disappointed. The medieval men and women of some fantastic land eventually had some young lord in bed with some lady and soon she was naked and his hands were caressing her breasts and between her legs. They didn't show it directly, but that was good enough to suit her purpose.

She was only wearing a long night shirt and loose shorts now, so it was easy to slide the crotch to the side and begin rubbing her anxious clit with one hand while she brought the huge dildo to her lips to suck on. After being warmed under the hot water it almost felt real in her mouth and that made her pussy even wetter.

The scene on TV already had them fucking by the time Gwen brought the fake cock to meet her own pussy and was over soon afterwards, so she just shut it off. She was shrouded now in total darkness and the relatively quite city night, with only street lights coming in the windows, but she didn't need light anymore. The phallus was thick and filled her nicely as she inched it in her sopping cunt which seemed to squish open loudly.

She just had to feel as much of it as she could take, and soon the thick middle was pushing up against her pussy and clit. That caused her to convulse as she began to rub the other end like she had a penis, churning the rest in her pussy and tickling her clit. Gwen tugged on the end and it bent up as it pushed down inside her, but soon she looked like she had a little erect cock of her own as she started stroking it up and down harder, shifting it similarly in her full pussy as well.

It took only a few minutes with her imagining herself being fucked by that hot guy on the TV when her womb shuddered and her vagina clamped down on the phallus within her, trying to milk it of its manly juices. She bit her lower lip to stop from shouting out and alerting her roommates to what she was doing as she churned and rode out her orgasm. She let it go and just threw her head back and let her pussy throb as it's contraction slowly squeezed the giant cock out of her snatch. Once about four or five inches had slithered out the weight took over and quickly slapped out wetly onto the floor at her splayed feet.

After she came back to herself she collected the phallus and turned on a light again and washed the device all over again, erasing the evidence she had ever been so crass as to demean herself with such an obscene thing. When she was done she returned it to where she'd found it on the table and went to bed herself.

Chapter 2: Voyeur

Sarah was the first one up the next morning. She began her daily routine around four in the morning with a shower and then, dressed in just a bra and panties, ate some cereal while she watched the early news to see the weather. She spotted the dildo, but it looked different today, like someone had been bending it about. It had been several hours since Gwen had used it, so it was no longer warm or wet when she touched it, but Sarah examined it anyway.

She never told the others, but she was actually still a virgin. She'd been raised in a religious family, and while she knew both of her roommates had known a man, she used a couple of minutes to herself to imagine what it would be like to have this man-like thing go where her husband one day would. She'd always deflected questions about sex before, but had dated quite a lot, so the others never asked point blank. She'd said they weren't worth sleeping with, because she was looking for the perfect man to be her husband forever, not just a sexy boyfriend for a roll in the hay.

Sarah's watch beeped and she set the dildo down and went back to her room to dress in her barista uniform and headed out the door. An few hours later Julie emerged from her room to visit the bathroom and begin her own daily routine. It was much like Sarah's, but she just ate a breakfast bar as she hurried out the door, not wasting any time on the dildo, TV, or a real breakfast.

Just as Gwen was getting up today Julie came back home. They both knew today was a day Julie had a light schedule of classes, and she often came home early. Gwen greeted her wearing just bra and panties eating breakfast in front of the TV, much as Sarah had started her own day. "Hey," Julie responded and grabbed a bowl of cereal of her own and joined her friend on the couch.

They discussed her class and their plans for the day for a bit before Gwen left to dress before heading out to her own job as a legal assistant. Julie now all alone at last barely let a second go by between her genial goodbye and snatching up the intriguing two headed imitation cock and running into her bedroom.

Her room was the smallest of the flat, but was also the one with the best view. Its windows looked out over the big city, mostly toward other building since it was the same view as the main living room they shared. She had often spied on others in their supposed midday privacy when she was home on days like today, having a small pair of cheap binoculars she'd swiped from one of her brothers when she was home on vacation.

Living up ten stories gave you a strange feeling of privacy that no one really thought about, since you couldn't see anyone easily with the naked eye out your window, so people often left their window shades open to let in the light. Julie always did, and sometimes when she masturbated lately she often imagined someone was watching her and jerking off with her.

She grabbed up her looking device and scanned to find someone still at home while she got ready by taking all her clothes off. There was a few old people, mostly just watching TV, a few single mothers with their kids watching TV, lots of empty apartments with people off at work, then she hit jackpot; a young couple already banging away in their kitchen.

She knew them peripherally, having spied on them before. She didn't know their real names, but figured they were newlyweds because they were constantly having sex at all hours of the day over the last few weeks. "Hello Mister and Misses Fucksalot," she said with a smile as she grabbed the sex toy and laid it on her belly with the one end pointing at her between her small boobs and the other resting just above her pubic mound.

The young couple she was gazing at was a few floors down and across the street from her, so she had a good view as long as she used the binoculars. The guy had his wife standing, yet bent fully over their kitchen table and lustily banging away at small ass. He was naked and she was only wearing an apron, so more likely than not she had insinuated this coupling. They were usually a lot more dressed when he instigated it, and had ripped open her clothing on more than a few occasions that Julie had noticed.

Sometimes they did it three times a day, and she wondered what it would be like to be that sore inside. The most sex she'd had was a weekend with a guy at a spring fling last year. He'd been a great stud, even if she didn't remember his name anymore, but after their first time he'd insisted on getting drunk leading to a less than spectacular performance the rest of the night. She'd dumped him that same weekend, right after having morning sex which was great again. The guy wanted to take her to another bar, and she went with him, but home with another guy all together. That guy was alright, but nothing special, so she didn't mind coming home the next day with just her memories. 

Julie had already poked the tip of the giant cock into her snatch when the couple changed positions. The guy laid on his back on the floor and the woman straddled his waist and quickly began bouncing away. Julie curled the dong up inside her snatch and rapidly began thrusting it up to the central bulge with her one free hand.

It was a pretty decent substitute for a cock. It was a little cold, but soon warmed up inside her hot cunt and since she could control it, it started rubbing all the right spots and soon Julie actually started cuming before the newlyweds for a change. Her fluids flooded her pussy as she lost all control and fell back on her bed with her vagina spasming as it clutched and fluttered around the rubber phallus. When her breathing was back to normal she pulled the fake dick out of her sopping vagina and picked back up the binoculars out of curiosity. Seeing nothing she concluded they must have moved to the bedroom or finished, so Julie did the same went into the bathroom to clean up and took another shower.

Julie was just toweling off when she heard Sarah getting in. That's when she realized to her horror she hadn't put the big double-ended cock back on the table where it had been. She felt kind of guilty and embarrassed, but had been really horny lately since all her art classes were with nude models lately. She hurried back into her room while Sarah went to change out of her work clothes. Hurriedly she threw on some clothes before grabbing the dildo and running out to throw it back on the table. "I'm going out!" Julie yelled then left without waiting for Sarah to come back out of her room.

Chapter 3: Experimentation

Sarah was used to Julie being kind of weird and scatterbrained, but she'd held her breath when she saw the dildo missing from the middle of the table. She took her time changing because her crotch had gotten really wet and she was worried that she'd peed herself. When she came out in just a loose flowery dress after Julie left, the dildo was back on the table half glossy wet from where it had been inside the younger woman a short while before.

Her pussy surged again and soaked her fresh panties. "Damn it!" she cursed silently. Why was this making her so horny? She'd sometimes get really horny like this when one of her roommates came home smelling like salt and bragging how good a time they had on their date, or when she came home and found one of them home with a guy they were saying goodbye to. But she never got horny like that when she went out on dates of her own.

Then she gulped hard. Her parents had always told her she was a good girl, but that there were some people that needed help who were broken or sick in the head. Those people were criminals, murderers, rapists, crazy, or gay. What if she was ungodly and broken? She didn't think she was attracted to girls, but what if she was? It was at that point she decided to see if using this thing could prove she was normal and desired a man.

Sarah gingerly picked up the squishy and half wet sex toy by the dry end and tried to imagine it belonging to one of her recent boyfriends. She stroked the end and it aroused her some, but then for some reason she touched the wet end and instead her brain made her imagine the end dangling down was the used cock of one of Julie's boyfriends, freshly cum and covered in her sex juices.

"I just fucked your friend," said the imaginary guy in a sexy Italian accent. "Suck it." Then she pulled up the other end and put the wet tip to her lips. The feel of the rubbery phallus was tinted with salt, iron, and something slightly sour, but Sarah couldn't stop herself. She stated sucking and cleaning the cock off of all the other girl's fluids with her tongue and lips in desperation. It was like the gates to her sexual desires that she'd worked hard to keep closed were now battered open by adrenaline and she was now crazy with lust.

She released the other end of the dildo and reached under her short dress almost on instinct, pulled her already damp white panties to her knees, and began rubbing her tender electric spot just above her clitoris. Her vagina was leaking her fluids down her leg and soon she was desperately close to cuming.

"Need any help with that?" Gwen said and startled Sarah half out of her skin. Sarah screeched in surprise and promptly fell on her ass as she tripped since her legs had her panties twisting around her knees. The large double dong flew into the air, hit the ground, bounced, then rolled sideways toward Gwen, but stopped not even halfway to her by the front door. "Sorry! I didn't mean to surprise you Sarah, but you didn't hear me come in."

Sarah grabbed her panties and pulled them up quickly before standing up and rubbing her rear end where she landed hard on the floor. "I guess I didn't. It's my fault, I shouldn't have been doing that anyway," she said more to convince herself of that than apologize.




The Package



"You're not the first you know," Gwen said picking up the dildo and walking over to the table with Sarah.

"Yea, I half caught Julie with it a little while ago," Sarah explained.

"Then you're the only one left," Gwen said confidently, but Sarah looked at her in confusion. "I wanked off last night with it after you all went to bed." Then Gwen held it up to hand it to her friend. "Go ahead. Whoever ordered it, it's ours now so enjoy it."

Sarah extended her hand, but hesitated to grab it out of embarrassment, "I couldn't."

"You need me to leave?" Gwen asked worried that her being here was embarrassing her. "I can go for a walk if you..."

"No, I mean I've never..." Sarah explained. "I'm a total virgin."

"Oh," Gwen said a little shocked. "You've never even used a toy or a finger in down there?" Sarah mutely shook her head. "Oh, well it's not hard, and from the looks of it you were doing fine until I interrupted."

"Actually..." Sarah said worried how her friend might react, "I don't want you to freak out or anything, but I kind of got turned on because Julie had just used it. I'm worried I might be gay..."

Gwen instantly was brought back to her best friend in college and wondered if this was the universe giving her a second chance. She'd lost her best friend when she'd refused her advances that day, so she asked cautiously, "Well, what were you thinking that made you horny?"

Sarah blushed and explained, "Well, that this," she pointed at the dildo, "was a guy who just fucked Julie and now wanted me to suck him off before he fucked me too."

"Well, as for being gay, you were thinking of a guy, so..." Gwen said dubiously.

"But I got horny licking Julie's pussy juice!" Sarah exclaimed. "I wasn't turned on by that thing before."

"Well, then have you ever gotten turned on by Julie before? Looking at her or something, like when she was dressing or getting out of the shower?"

Sarah thought, "Not really, but once when I knew she'd had sex while we were out and still had her boyfriend here I could smell it and that got me turned on."

Gwen nodded then asked the question she was really anxious to know, "And have I ever turned you on?"

Sarah was embarrassed, but answered honestly. "You came in one morning a few months back after staying out all night and I could smell that you'd had sex."

Gwen nodded again, "Yea, I remember. I'd gone home with Tony and had a LOT of sex that night. He was good in the sack, but a cheating bastard. Sounds to me so far that you like the idea of sex, not women over men." Sarah looked relieved, but Gwen wanted to take this one more step. "One last thing to verify it," she said as she pulled off her top. Her white bra containing her medium sized breasts pushing out nicely as she squeezed her tits together by crossing her arms underneath them, "Does this turn you on?"

Sarah considered her honestly, "Not especially."

Gwen then grabbed the dong and pushed it into her cleavage and under her bra and felt the dampness of her friend's saliva and possibly a little of Julie's cunt sauce. This was exciting posing like this and she was already starting to get turned on herself. "How about now?"

Sarah's pussy, which was still quite wet tingled again, but she only said, "Kind off."

Taking that as a good sign, Gwen unzipped her long skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she pulled the long double ended dildo down so one head was poking into her panties while the other was still just poking into her cleavage. "How about now?"

Sarah's pussy went into full-on faucet again, but only said softly, "Yes."

That admission released the last of Gwen's inhibitions and she pulled her panties down and off and leaned back onto the table as she pushed one end of the cock into her growing wetness. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this in front of her roommate and friend, but just let herself go as she stretched open her womanhood to this toy once more. She reflexively moaned as she filled herself up and gasped, "Now?"

She quickly answered, "Oh God, yes!" Sarah could hardly stand it watching Gwen feed that monster cock into her pussy in front of her. She almost came and it took everything she had to not touch herself at the same time and her panties were soaked again anyway.

That was what Gwen wanted to hear, "Then get over hear and suck my cock." Sarah didn't even hesitate and got right to her knees in front of her, wolfing down half of the dildo still exposed from her cunt and started rocking up and down on it, shifting it slightly in and out of her vagina. It was everything she'd imagined and her pussy was on fire. "Fuck yea. You give good head."

Sarah pulled off and jerked the dildo up and down with her hand as if it was a real cock, "I've had lots of practice to keep guys from wanting to go below the waist." Then she went back to sucking the Gwen's fake cock like a pro, sometimes going quickly, then doing slow and deep, bushing her nose all the way down to graze Gwen's fuzzy blonde pussy hair.

Gwen just let Sarah have her way and found she was getting really horny as all this made the dong move and squirm in her quim. After a few minutes Gwen didn't know what made her say it, but she hissed to her friend, "Turn around."

Sarah pulled off and didn't waste a second to turn her back to her friend. She felt more submissive than she'd ever been in her life and her cunt was already convulsing as she posed on hand and knees as Gwen flipped her skirt up over her back. She closed her eyes and shivered with pleasure as Gwen's fingers caressed over her sticky wet panties before she quickly pulled them off down her hips and again left them resting about her knees. Then she felt the hard press of the dildo as it pushed over her pussy and tickled her clit as Gwen got its head wet.

Once Gwen was satisfied it was moistened she positioned the knob between Sarah's trimmed black haired cunt lips before pushing it gently in by pushing her hips forward. Her heart was racing as she was excited to imagine herself as the guy about to take a virgin. She couldn't help but feel as though she was stealing that treasure from all guys, but it being forbidden fruit made it all more exciting. It didn't hurt that every push and wiggle Sarah made was translated by the double dong into her own stuffed womb.

The rubber head pierced Sarah's hymen and she gasped from a sharp pinch of pain, but her brain canceled it with an extreme overdose of pleasure. She cried out and Gwen stopped moving, "Are you alright?" Sarah shook and just gasped. "Are you cuming?"

"Yes," whispered Sarah as her body kept shuddering.

"You horny bitch!" Gwen laughed as she gripped Sarah's hips and pushed in harshly, filling up Sarah's vagina with the other half of the dildo. "I'm gonna fuck you silly." That just set her orgasm off all over again as Gwen kept her word and started grinding her hips ass into Sarah's ass as they fucked each other with wanton abandon, the large dildo squirming and writing in both of their cunts.

Gwen was really close already from the power trip, and Sarah never quite stopped cuming during the whole ordeal when Gwen joined her in orgasmic convulsions. "Fuck!" she grunted as she pulled hard onto Sarah's hips and quivered with the dildo shoved deep into her own womb. After a few moments when it had passed and Gwen pulled back, but between both of their pussies that had loosened and were now well lubricated the double dildo ended up sliding out of both of them and falling to the wooden floor between Sarah legs, one end smudged with just a little blood from her broken hymen.

Gwen sat back on her ass while Sarah laid down and both of them just caught their breath with their legs in a tangle as they let the reality of what happened wash over them. Sarah who had cum first recovered and realized she was bleeding slightly. "Excuse me," she said softly and left to the bathroom.

Gwen took a bit and even rubbed her wet putty some more and now really regretted turning her friend down in college. She stood up, now only wearing her bra, and retrieved the dong and took it to the kitchen sink and washed it. When she was done she placed it back on the table before getting some paper towels and wiping up the blood and girl-cum before picking up her discarded clothes.

She was just about to knock on the door to the bathroom to talk with Sarah when there was instead a knock on the front door. Quickly she pulled on her skirt and blouse again as Sarah poked her head out, "Who is it?"

"Just sec," Gwen said and opened the door a crack. 

Once more there was that same middle aged delivery man with a small package. "Good afternoon. I got another package for you," he said holding up the square cardboard box.



The Package



It arrived in the mail today. It feels a hundred years have gone by since then. My chest is tight and my mind is reeling. 

Coming up the walk I grabbed the mail and went inside. A couple of bills, junk mail, and a plain package with my name on it. I throw it on the counter in the kitchen. I get myself a drink and open the package. "What the fuck?" I murmur to myself, "a video tape." 

Heading into the family room I pop the tape into the VCR. I sit down and hit play. The picture is fuzzy at first but then it clears up. 

A large group of people appears. Most are nude and getting it on. Who sent me a porno? I don't know but I watch the TV screen. 

The camera zooms in on the honey in the center of a cluster of men. She's sucking dick like there's no tomorrow. The men are lined up and she's blowing each one. They paw at her body as she shuffles down the line. Her tits are squeezed and her nipples pinched. Hands and fingers probe her pussy and ass. 

Suddenly a voice hollers, "Hey sweetie smile for the camera." She does smile with her mouth full of cock. My stomach knots up and I flinch forward. With my bulging eyes I see her. 

MY WIFE! On her knees blowing this line of men. Hands reach out and pull her down the line. She clamps down on the next cock. With a fistful of hair he forces his cock down her throat. 

His hips buck as he shoots his load down my wife's throat. She greedily takes it all. Laughter all around. Hands smack her ass. 

She sits back on her ass and two cocks are thrust at her. She sucks one and then the other. "Give her two for one" someone shouts. "Open wide cum queen" she's told as both cocks are shoved into her mouth. 

Maggie, my wife, sucks on these cocks in her mouth. Her mouth is stretched by the size of the meat stuffed between her lips. 

One guy yanks his cock from her mouth. Jerking off he shoots his load onto her face and hair. The other cock in her mouth bulges and then one more load of cum gushes down her throat. 

Wiping the cum from her eyes she crawls to the next guy. She kneels before him and begins sucking his dick. "She needs to be fucked. Let's stretch her cunt hole" I hear from the tape. 

Another man. How many men? I have lost count. He reaches between her legs and spreads her pussy lips. His cock easily glides into her slick snatch. Her pussy is sloppy wet now. 

Using her for his pleasure he fucks away. His body smacks off her ass. His thrusts push Maggie forward and she is forced to deep throat the cock in her mouth. 

Someone is underneath her licking her nipples. Her hand finds his dick and jerks him off. MY WIFE is fucking three guys. Feeling weak I continue to watch the TV screen. 

"Here it comes slut!" the backdoor man shouts and pulls out of her pussy. He sprays his cum down her back and ass cheeks. Her nipple licker crawls from beneath her and mounts her from behind. 

"Time to drink some more cum" she is told. Her mouth clamps down on his cock and she drinks all he has to offer. Maggie lays her head on the sofa. Her tits are flopping back and forth from the pounding she is getting. This guys thrusts are slower and deeper. He is taking his time. 

MY WIFE sucking and fucking a roomful of men. Is this a sexual twilight zone? And still I watch another guy pull out of Maggie's pussy and spray his seed all over her. 

Sitting up and smiling Maggie looks at the camera. " This tape is for your veiwing only. My husband will never see this, right?" she asks the cameraman. 

I sit there feeling like my world has ended. The image of Maggie covered in cum will never go away. The tape goes fuzzy and so do I. 

When Maggie gets home from work she finds all her belongings on the porch waiting for her. She picks up the note and reads it. "Maggie, You are no longer welcome in my house. I have contacted an attorney to get the divorce proceedings started. How could you? Do that? Get your stuff and LEAVE."

I watch her throw her belongings in her car. Maggie is weeping as she drives away. In the end you really don't know a person that well at all.

The End 



The Package



The package arrived as usual, a plain white cardboard box. The only distinguishing mark was the small, green leaf logo. Her look must have confirmed his thoughts, because the UPS guy grinned back, widely. And so went the ritual, every so often such a box was delivered and while neither would say, they both knew what it contained. A wicked little secret they shared.

Slowly, she took the box to her room. In no hurry, she felt the anticipation building and savored the feel. Between the website's amazing and detailed pictures and descriptions and the shop's outstanding customer service, she knew she would not be disappointed. Still, every delivery was like a new lover with intimate details to explore. As she neared her destination, she couldn't resist sliding one packing strap over a corrugated corner.

She placed the box on her bed and reached for the pocketknife on the nightstand, kept there for just one purpose. The knife made a small noise as it cut through the remaining straps. Carefully, she put the knife away; she didn't want anything nearby that could damage the precious contents. Lifting the lid up and placing to one side, she slid one fingernail under the foil seal that held the pink tissue closed. Underneath, lay a collection of little boxes and cello bags. She carefully selected two beige boxes.

Inside was the most exquisite black mesh bra and thong set. Her favorite designer, and made from such lush materials, what other designer took such care as to line all seams with the softest fabric? The cups of the demi-bra were heavily embroidered with a bamboo inspired design and the straps were done in a cutout mesh with more embroidery. The front of the bra featured mock laces and a bow. But the best part was the matching thong. Done in the same mesh and embroidery, the double strap thong had the most fascinating criss-cross effect in the back, echoing the laces on the bra.

Quickly shedding her clothes, she slipped into her newest lovelies. The full-length mirror showed everything. How the bra cupped her breasts, lifting them, pushing them up to be seen. The criss-cross detail of the thong nestled nicely just above the cheeks of her ass, framing the supple curves beautifully. She couldn't help but run her hands over her body, enjoying the feel of the fabric over her skin. 

Her hands continued to explore as she looked up into the mirror. Dark eyes stared back and she imagined he was watching. Watching as her hands slid down her belly to caress the soft thong. Further they went until they reached the place her thighs met. Almost of their own volition, one hand pulled the scant material aside, while the other hand slipped under, finding their way between her lips to her already aroused clit.

Keeping her eyes on the mirror, she slowly circled her fingers around her clit. Her breathing quickened and she could hear him whisper to her, "come for me. Let me hear you moan." Deftly, her fingers did their work, taunting teasing her clit, drawing it out for more. Slipping one finger inside her damp cunt, she finger-fucked herself a bit before returning to her now aching clit. His voice in her head demanded she come for him as her orgasm hit her in a wave. Her knees threatened to give as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

As the trembling subsided, she stripped the now damp and sweat soaked garments off. Carefully placing them in the net lingerie-washing bag, she grabbed a towel and headed for a sinfully long, hot shower. As she turned to leave, her gaze fell on the white, corrugated box. There were many other lovelies inside, each waiting to be explored.



The Package



Tonight my wife wants the package. Even though I have done it before just the thought of it makes my chest pound and my head spin. For years I resisted the urge. I didn't understand it. I would even get horny just thinking about it. I would pass by women's clothing and out of the blue I would get the urge to wear it. It wasn't all of the time, only, maybe every six months or so but when I got the urge it was overwhelming. 

One day the urge came and I couldn't put it off. I went to a thrift store and purchased some outfits. I bought a tight short dress, I bought a gown, and some shoes. My heart was racing. I went to the store and bought pantyhose and panties and still yet another store I bought a wig. The anticipation was torture. 

As it happened, my wife was out of town until the next day. I put on each dress, they fit well. The shoes were a good fit too considering they were high heels. I remember the electricity radiating through my body in anticipation of totally dressing up. 

I laid out all of my new clothes and took a shower. It was a long luxurious shower. I took time carefully shaving my face but I couldn't stop there. I continued lathering my body and shaving. I'm not a really hairy guy anyway but I shaved every inch of my body that I could reach until I was as smooth from head to toe as my beautiful wife. Not having pubic hair was an erotic feeling. It seemed more sensitive and sensual.

I sat in front of the mirror just as my wife did and pulled her cosmetics try from the vanity. I applied foundation, powder, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick and lip liner. I closed my eyes and slid the wig over my head. I didn't want to see myself until I was completely dressed. I turned my head away from the mirror and left the bathroom. I picked up the pantyhose and put them on and then slid the tight dress over my body. I couldn't ever remember feeling so erotic. I slid my feet into the shoes... stood and adjusted myself... and then looked into the mirror. I was transformed. 

The brunette wig only required a slight adjustment. I looked like a woman, and like that, all of the tension, nervousness and apprehension left me. I just felt sensual.... and horny. I walked in front of the mirror and touched myself. I posed. It was funny, the idea of walking through my house dressed like this, somehow leaving the confines of my room was liberating. I managed the heels and made my way to the kitchen to make a drink. I felt so sexy. Did women feel this way all of the time? I wondered.

When I heard the sound it was too late. My wife opened the door and there we were, face to face. I was holding my breath. All bets were off, she was going to flip out. (It was only fair since it seemed that I had too.)

"Hey sexy." Were the first words out of her mouth.

I actually wanted to cry. I wanted to run to the safety of my room, shut the door and cry. I didn't however. I just stood there frozen. Unable to move, unable to speak.

My wife Janine closed the door behind her and dropped her purse to the floor.

"Wow, you really look good Mark. You did well." Janine didn't look angry.

"Hi." Was all I could say.

"My flight was cancelled, I'm sorry if I've startled you."

Janine stepped forward and kissed me. Her red lips connected with my red lips briefly before her tongue slid into my mouth. And that is how it began.

That night our kissing in the entryway turned into passionate sex. Janine and I made our way into the bedroom and continued. She knew that I was still pretty freaked out. She kept telling me 'You are so hot.' 'I am so turned on.'. I can't even remember everything she said. It was exactly what I needed though.

"Can I suck you?" Janine asked looking into my eyes.

I nodded.

Janine rubbed my swollen cock through the pantyhose and then pulled down the front of them to release my cock. She sucked it like never before. Her hands felt different touching my shaved legs through the pantyhose. Everything was different. 

Janine pulled away and squirted warming jelly onto my shaft. "What's your name?" She asked sweetly.

"Lynn." I said.

"I'm Janine, Lynn, I'm glad to have met you."

Janine leaned in for another kiss.

With that she pulled down the back of her pantyhose and bent over the bed.

"Do it to me dirty Lynn." Janine said handing me the bottle of warming jelly.

I squirted the jelly onto her ass and let it run down her crack and onto her pussy. Janine's finger captured the jelly and began rubbing her clit. 

I rubbed the jelly across my throbbing shaft until it shined in the light. Her puckered rosebud glistened with the jelly as well. I slid my finger into her anus and she relaxed immediately. With my cock in hand, I guided it into her tight hole. My shaved shaft felt every sensation. Janine let out a deep moan and rubbed her clit with renewed vigor. I took her hips and increased the speed of my rhythm until I was sliding my shaft from tip to balls over and over into her ass at a rapid pace. I was holding off for as long as I could. The sensuality of the whole thing made me more sensitive. When I felt her ass tighten I knew that she was having an orgasm. The tightened grip she had around my shaft with her ass finally set me off. I continued pumping in and out as my cock squirted into her body. 

When our orgasms tapered off, we separated and slid to the floor. We were both made up. Makeup, dresses and high heels sprawled out on the floor. It turned out better than I thought. I would have never shared this side of me with her.

So like I said at the beginning of this story. Tonight my wife wants 'the package'. That night after we had sex and showered she said "You make quite a package Mark."

Tonight, Lynn will deliver the package to her.



The Package



The postman dropped the package through my letter box on a Wednesday morning. It had arrived just as Samantha had said it would when we last exchanged emails the day before. I picked it up, checked that the postmark read Ealing Broadway, as Sam had said it would, then dashed upstairs with it.

With trembling fingers I ripped open the plain brown packet and out onto the bedspread fell a see-through plastic bag. Inside was a pair of gleaming red satin panties. They looked exquisite. Also shaken from the package was a small sheet of notepaper.

Eagerly, I picked it up and saw a hand-written note which gave my heart a big thump – her writing! The note was short, terse and to the point: "Do NOT open the plastic bag until I call you on Saturday. You're on a promise. Luv, Sam."

I placed the plastic bag on the bedside table, stroking the exterior of the package, desperate to rip it open and inhale her glorious aroma, but I obeyed Sam's instructions. Then I held the note close to my nostrils, breathing in deeply, as if the paper itself that she had touched could transfer some of her sexiness to me.

It had been almost a week now, since I came across her site on the internet. Samantha had advertised on one of those "Women seeking women" sites and I had immediately been attracted to her.

Her advert read: "Luscious, lovely lesbian likes licking labia lips. Contact me and we can have some superb phone sex and – who knows? – perhaps even more."

I am 35-years-old, I live in Dover, on the Kent coast, and I am single, unattached, large-breasted and so painfully shy that I find it hard to meet people. But I dashed off an email to Sam within minutes of seeing her message on my screen.

"Hi Sam," I wrote, "my name is Rebecca and I'm 35, an office supervisor and I want to correspond with you. I'm five feet six inches tall, my measurements are 38-26-36 and I'm hugely shy, even - dare I say it? – submissive. Please reply, you sound so nice."

And the emails had flowed. This coming Friday night, Sam, who told me she was a personal trainer, aged 28, with a 39-25-37 figure and what she termed "a hard body" was going to ring me on my mobile and have what she promised would "the most mind-blowing sex you've had in ages". Since I hadn't had any sex for ages, I thought that wouldn't be too difficult, but already my body was tingling in anticipation.

I had taken Wednesday off work, telling my boss I had a migraine headache. I was under strict instructions from Sam not to shower, or bathe from Tuesday night until her call on Friday. "I want you nice and ripe for me, darling," she had said.

The days dragged by until Friday, which dragged dreadfully. Finally, 5.30 ticked up on the clock and I pulled on my coat and rushed out of the office. The girls in accounting tried to get me to go out clubbing with them, but I said "No thanks, I've still got a shocking headache" and I almost ran all the way home.

After a hurried meal of fish and chips, which I grabbed on the way home, I took off my dress and walked around the house in my red silk bra and panties, and high heels. I locked up, checked that all the curtains were drawn and went upstairs and lay on the bed. As per Sam's instructions, the panties package and a glass were sitting on the bedside table, my mobile phone beside them.

At just past 7pm, when I feared that she wasn't going to ring, that this had all been a cruel hoax, my phone rang.

"Hi, this is Rebecca," I said, trying to keep a steady voice and failing miserably.

"Hi Becky, this is Sam," said a cool, sexy, deepish voice. "Are you lying on the bed in your lingerie?"

"Yes, I'm propped up on four pillows and I've got a glass on the bedside table and your panties are still in the bag. I haven't opened it."

"Good, because if you had I'd have to punish you severely. Now, Becky, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do, but what I do tell you to do will excite and arouse you. OK?"

"Yes, Sam, I do trust you."

"Good, then we'll begin. First, pull the cups of your bra down to reveal your nipples. What colour is your bra, by the way?"

"It's red."

"Great, I love red lingerie. Right, get those cups pulled down so I can see your nipples, darling."

"I've done that, Sam. My breasts are hanging over the bottom of the cups now."

"Are your nipples erect, darling?"

"No."

"Then using your non-phone hand, start tweaking them, stroking them, get them hard for me. There, that's nice, isn't it?"

"Yes, they're all thick and stiff now, Sam."

"That's a good girl, Becky. Now it's time to open the package, you want to do that, don't you?"

"I've been thinking of nothing since it fell through the letter box. I'm dying to open it, Sam."

"Right, reach over and get the panties out. Put the phone down if you need both hands."

"I can do it with one hand – there, they're out now."

"Right, now Becky whatever you do don't sniff them yet, understood?"

"I understand, darling."

"Fine – now rub them across your titties, feel the satin stroke your breasts, there's a good girl."

"Oh, that's so lovely, the feel of them – and Sam, I can smell the aroma from here. It's lovely."

"Of course it's lovely, I wore them for four days and I wasn't very careful, if you follow me, so they should be nice and ripe for you, Becky."

"Oh god, they feel so sexy, my nipples are harder than they've ever been."

"Right, now you can place them over your face, carefully. You know where the gusset goes, don't you, Becky?"

"Yes, darling, over my nostrils. Oh shit, they're so heady, they are so aromatic, they smell so sweet."

"They should, twice I nearly wet myself in them just thinking of you putting them on your face. Stick your tongue out, lick the material, go on!"

"Oh, oh, this is so fucking wonderful – pardon my language. You taste divine, darling Sam."

"Can you smell traces of my urine, Becky? Does it smell good?"

"Your lovely urine, it's great, I can taste it, it's so bloody marvellous."

"Right, now we can move on. Your panties – are they wet?"

"God yes, Sam, they're absolutely sopping. I'm running like a river in flood."

"That's nice, I like that. Well now you can pull the panties down, kick them off, onto the floor. Go on, describe it to me!"

"I've taken off my panties, my pussy is now totally exposed, I shaved this morning, I've only got a little splotch of pubic hair on my mons."

"Lovely. Now, take my panties off your face, slowly, and rub the gusset up and down your minge, freshen my panties up. When you've done that three or four times, put the panties back on your face. Tell me what you're doing, Becky."

"I've got your lovely red panties between my legs now, and I'm rubbing them against my minge. I've got the gusset over my labia, the panties are soaking up my juices, god Sam, it feels great!"

"Right, place them back on your face, tell me how they smell now. Go on!"

"Oh, fucking hell, the smell is so fantastic! The panties smell of me and you now, and it's so erotic, I want to come."

"Not yet, my lovely lady, we've got a long way to go before that happens. Now, lick the gusset again, taste me and you intermingled on my panties. Does it taste good, Becky?"

"Oh fuck, it tastes so – oh, I don't know how to describe it. I've never tasted anything so good. It's better than caviar."

"That's great, I love the way you describe it – 'better than caviar', that's so nice. Now, back to that pussy. Which are your favourite fingers for strumming that sweet-smelling snatch, Becky?"

"I prefer to use my forefinger and my middle finger – sometimes both!"

"Good girl, now with your forefinger place it ever so gently against your anus. Tell me you're doing it."

"Yes, I've put my forefinger there, it's just resting against my arsehole. The palm of my hand is getting wet against my dripping pussy. What next, darling?"

"Push your finger slowly into the hole, just an inch, no more, OK?"

"It's in, just a little. Hell, it feels great, Sam."

"Now a little further, slowly now!"

"Yes, I'm almost half way up my finger now. Can I push it all the way?"

"No Becky, now you take it out and smell it. Go on, do it!"

"Oh my god, it smells sort of musky. What next, Sam?"

"Suck your finger, slowly, savour it!"

"Oh it's so yummy. I like it!"

"Now put your forefinger back into your anus, gently, slowly. Is it back in there, Becky?"

"Yes, half of my finger's up there."

"Right, now push it all the way in, all the way up to the knuckle, but slowly, don't do it fast."

"I've done it, it's amazing, it feels as if it's filling me up but it's only my little forefinger."

"Now take it out again, smell it, smell it with big, strong inhalations. Then taste it again. Go on, do it!"

"I did Sam, it tasted wonderful, strong, but lovely."

"Now put your forefinger back on your anus, then stroke it slowly up to your cunt. Is your cunt wet, Becky?"

"It's dripping like a tap, Sam. Fuck, it's so wet!"

"Now push your forefinger up your cunt, all the way up, then pull it out, slowly, and now push your forefinger and your middle finger – both of them – up your cunt, as far as you can get them. Do it!"

"I'm doing it, I'm sliding them up there – oh it's so smooth, so slippery. I'm gushing, darling."

"Now slide them out, smell them, then lick them for me."

"Oh this is so yummy, Sam, the aroma on my fingers is great and my fingers are all sticky and I desperately want to come."

"No way, Jose, no way, you've got to earn your orgasm. Now, Becky, are you comfortable?"

"Well, Sam, not really. I've been restraining a desire to piddle for the last 10 or so minutes and it's getting really urgent. I have to go now!"

"Hold on, Becky, hold on. You're not going to piss until I give you permission, understood?"

"Oh no, don't do this to me, you bitch! I'm desperate for a piss, I'm desperate, darling."

"All right but two things – first, you have my permission to piss, but you must be punished. You called me a 'bitch' and I take exception to that. So after you've had your pee, you will undergo a session of punishment – that's only fair, isn't it, Becky?"

"Yes, Sam, I'm sorry Sam. I'll be a good girl."

"Right, now you've got an en suite bathroom, correct?"

"Yes, it's just a little one."

"OK, well pick up the glass and into the bathroom with you. Are you there yet?"

"Yes Sam, I'm squatting over the bowl, the glass is beneath my pussy, that's right isn't it?"

"It most certainly is. Now, how big is the glass, sweetie?"

"It's a beer mug, it's a pint."

"OK, let it all go, darling. Describe what you're doing to me."

"Aaaaaah, that's sooooo much better, that's soooo cool, I'm pissing fit to burst, it's such a strong stream, oh I'm almost filling the mug."

"Don't spill it Becky, stem the flow, put the mug on the bathroom sink, don't spill it, you slut!"

"Aaaah, that's better, I've stemmed the flow, the mug is almost overflowing, but not quite. Now I'm finishing my piddle into the toilet."

"Describe the contents of the jug – what does your piss look like?"

"It's a deep yellow, Sam."

"Good, the deeper the yellow the more bitter the taste. Now, have you finished peeing?"

"Yes, darling, I'm sorry I called you 'bitch'."

"Yes, you're going to be very sorry, indeed, Becky. Next, you're going to wipe your pussy – but not with toilet paper, with your fingers. Go on, rub your fingers through your sex trench, do it! Now!"

"I've done it, I'm so fucking wet down there, Sam."

"Right, now lick your fingers, taste them, then tell me what it tastes like."

"Oh, it's exciting – it's bitter, it's salty and my fingers are incredibly smelly, but it's bringing me on."

"Right, now you're going to put the beer mug back on the table beside your bed and you're going to find something you can use on your backside. What have you got? A hairbrush, perhaps?"

"Yes, there's a hairbrush which I could use. What do I do now, Sam?"

"Place the phone on the bed, bend over and place one hand on the mattress, then take the brush in the other hand and give yourself six spanks with the back of the brush. After each stroke count the number and thank me for it, OK?"

"Yes, I understand, I'm putting the phone down now, darling."

"Can you still hear me, Becky?"

"Yes, I've turned the volume up high, Sam."

"OK, start your punishment now – go on, and I want to hear the sounds as they hit your arse cheek. Which hand are you using?"

"It's my right hand, and I'll be striking my right buttock, darling."

"Get going, Becky!"

"One, thank-you, Sam. Two, thank-you, Sam. Three, thank-you Sam. Four, ouch, thank-you, Sam. Five, eunnh, thank-you, Sam. Six, aaaargh, thank-you, Sam."

"Right, great, I could hear every blow. Is your poor little botty nice and warm now?"

"Yes, Sam, very warm indeed.""OK, change hands and let me hear the tattoo of strokes land on your left buttock next."

"One, thank-you, Sam. Two, thank-you, Sam. Three, aaargh, thank-you, Samn. Four, ouch, thank-you, Sam. Five, yaaah, thank-you, Sam. Six, ooooh, thank-you, Sam."

"Right, now pick up the phone. Next I want you to go downstairs and find four clothes pegs – you have clothes pegs in the house, I take it?"

"Yes, there's a bag of them in the kitchen."

"Off you go – and Becky, remove your bra on the way, I want you totally naked now, all right?"

"Yes, Sam, I'm heading downstairs now, now I'm in the kitchen and I've got the clothes pegs."

"What type are they? Wooden?"

"No, Sam, they're plastic."

"That's great, now back up to the bedroom – hurry up!"

"Yes, I'm heading back there now, Sam. Right, I'm back up there standing beside the bed."

"Right pull your left labia down slightly and attach a peg on it close to your cunt. Do it!"

"Ouch, it's hurting."

"It's supposed to hurt, it's a punishment, stupid. Now the other labia, pull it down a bit and attach the next peg level with the first."

"Oooo, it's painful, darling!"

"Becky, stop stating the obvious. Now, the other two pegs will go opposite each other at the top of the labia – put 'em on."

"Aaargh, this is really painful, you know."

"I know, I know, but it's your own fault for calling me a 'bitch', isn't it?"

"I suppose so, Sam."

"Right now get carefully up on the bed, stop sulking and start playing with yourself, but be careful not to dislodge the pegs, or I'll get you too give yourself another 12-stroke spanking."

"My fingers are at work on my clit, darling. Can I come soon?"

"Certainly not, and for constantly pestering me about having an orgasm you can take a swallow from the beer mug. Go on, and I want to hear you gulp it down!"

"Yuk, that's really foul-tasting, Sam, it's so fucking salty."

"Good, you're being punished and for that, you can take another swallow. Go on!"

"Eeeeugh, it's horrid."

"It's your own fault. Now, start stroking again, you little slut."

"I am, and I'm still so sopping wet, I didn't think I could keep flowing like this, Sam."

"It shows you're aroused, it shows you're loving it, Becky. Right, now time for another gulp of piss. Drink some more down!"

"Yeeeuk, it's so fucking horrible, it's so yukky. I hate it."

"All right, this is what we're going to do – take the mug into the ensuite, plug the basin, put my panties from your face and plop them in the basin, then marinate them with your urine. When the panties have dried a bit they'll smell beautifully. Go on, Becky, do it! Only walk carefully, we don't want those pegs falling off, do we?"

"I'm doing it, I'm waddling, keeping my thighs apart, Ouch, these pegs hurt, darling!"

"Right, plug the bowl, drop the panties in. Now pour!"

"I've done that, darling Sam."

"OK, now back onto the bed and we'll remove the pegs – see how kind I am to you?"

"Thank-you, Sam, yes, you're wonderful."

"OK – on the bed?"

"Yes, darling."

"Very well, now listen. Remove the pegs quickly, very quickly. That way the blood will flow back into the bits you clamped equally and you'll feel the full effects. Right – off with 'em!"

"Yeowww! Crikey, that hurts. But I'm feeling numb down there."

"Just wait a minute or two, then you'll feel something, promise me."

"Ooooh, yes, they're starting to tingle, Sam, the blood's getting back there, yes it's throbbing, it's like I've been stung by bees. Ouch, this is hurting!"

"Good, Becky, it's supposed to, but soon the throbbing will mingle with your throbbing clit and you'll have a huge orgasm. You want a huge orgasm, don't you, darling?"

"Hell yes, I'm desperate for it, Sam, I'm fucking desperate, darling."

"Very well, now you're in a mood to behave, you can start by finger fucking yourself, Becky, put two fingers up your cunt, then stroke up and down till I say to stop."

"I'm doing it, I'm finger fucking myself, dearest Sam, when do I get to my clit, darling?"

"Not yet, Miss Impatience, not yet. Now, fingers out, suck them. Taste good?"

"Oh it tastes so glorious, Sam, it's so yummy."

"Now run your fingers around the labia lips, inner and outer, but concentrating on those bee-sting places. Stroke gently, feel the tingles of excitement, feel the passion rising. Tell me!"

"Oh, Sam, this is divine, my labia's got these lovely little shocks running through the lips, little tingles, little jolts. I'm alive down there, darling!"

"Now it's time to give that lovely clit some finger-licking attention – but first, taste your fingers again. Tell me about the taste, Becky."

"Sam it's wonderful, a mix of sex juice and piss and it's all mixed up in such a sweet smell, it's so heavenly, darling."

"Now the clit, start flicking it, use your preferred method of achieving climax. Tell me what you're doing! Be explicit, slut!"

"I'm stroking the little man in the boat, Sam, I'm stroking him, and he's standing up, he's erect, he's fucking thick. I'm coming, I can feel it rising, it's rising, it's rising ... yaaaaaaah, I'm coming Sam, I'm coming, I'm – yeagggggh, I'm cooooming!"

"Phew, I almost felt the aftershock here in London, Becky, What a climax. Was it worth it?"

"Shooooot, please let me calm down for a minute, Sam, that was one of the most orgasmic climaxes I've ever had, shit you're sensational you wonder woman."

"See, I told you it'd be worth it, didn't I?"

"Yep, Sam, you did and you were as good as your word. Shit you're the real package, Sam!"

"Thanks, darling, but you did very well. Now, this is what happens next. I'm going to email you my address. You will package up your lovely red panties the way I did mine – put 'em in the same plastic bag if you like. Then, when they arrive here, I'll drop you an email with my mobile number. That night, you call me and this time it'll be your turn to run things."

"You mean I get to be assertive with you, Sam?"

"You sure will, Becky. Think you can handle it?"

"I honestly don't know, I think I'm probably more of a sub than a domme, but I'll give it a go, Sam."

"That's the girl, Becky. I'll send you an explicit email full of the things I like and you can rehearse them, while we wait for the Royal Mail to achieve its snail mail delivery pace."

"Yes, that sounds like fun, Sam, I look forward to that."

"Right, now you can snuggle down for a lovely sleep, full of dirty, sexy thoughts, Becky."

"Oh I don't know that I'll be able to. I'll probably toss and turn replaying the fun we had tonight, Sam."

"Have it your way, darling, but remember, I love you Becky."

"I love you too, Sam. Night, night."

"Night, Becky."

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The Package



The package arrived on Friday afternoon, late. A rather large box which of course captured everyone's attention at the firm, especially since it was marked prominently, "PERSONAL". I'd been summoned from my office, walking to the receptionist's area, seeing several of the secretaries milling about, their curiosities piqued.

As soon as I saw it I recognized the writing, my heart skipping a beat. I felt the smile trying to come to my face, remembering he having mentioned a special Valentine's Day surprise and with it just around the corner, I knew this had to be it. I signed the courier's log and he handed me the parcel, which proved to be quite...heavy. 

Walking back down the hallway, I felt the eyes, the stares of quite a few but I continued to hide my excitement, knowing full well the whispers and comments which were being played out as I moved past. Finally, I came to my office, going inside and to the disappointment of many, shutting the door behind me.

I put the box down on my desk, pulling the envelope which had been taped securely in place free. The single letter on the front making my eyes grow wide, knowing "S" stood for many things to him and I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps. In the past I had found that when he used an "S" in correspondence it meant he desired his "slut" and as my heart began to pound, I closed my eyes in anticipation. Not only would that mean he desired my submission but he desired me to be at my most...decadent.

My hands were trembling as I opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper and a key card to a room at the Hilton downtown, only a few short miles from my office. I turned the sheet over, the words precise and to the point saying, "Room 2202, six p.m. tonight, do not open this box until you are in the room, alone." There was no signature, no other hints, nothing to keep my body from beginning to shake.

It was only then that I happened to glance up at the clock on the wall to see it showing 5:18 and a wave of panic washed over me. I hurriedly shut down my computer, grabbing my coat, slipping the room key and instructions in the pocket as I turned quickly. I was almost to the door when it suddenly dawned on me and I remembered, grabbing the mysterious box and whatever secrets it held. I pulled the door shut, slamming it in the process, the sound not going unnoticed by several of the co-workers still milling about.

I paid little heed, walking quickly, with no time to waste. I was nearly running as I flew past the same desk I had just left a few scant minutes before. I pushed the front door open, trying to reach the elevator only to see the doors beginning to close.

Calling out, I felt my coat catch on the door, almost throwing me off balance. By the I had freed the fabric, the doors had indeed shut and I could only stand there and watch in frustration as it began to go down the fourteen floors to the lobby before beginning it's journey back to the top floor.

There was only the one elevator and though I looked to the stairs, I knew fourteen floors would be next to impossible with the heavy load I was carrying. Thus, I was forced to watch as it seemed to stop at every floor, the seconds turning into minutes, minutes seemingly into forever as I stood there, time flying by as I constantly looked from the floors to my watch. In reality it was only about five minutes later that it returned, I jumped inside and began to frantically push the button for the lobby.

Once again, the journey was stopped time after time, the Friday afternoon crowd, people smiling, laughing but by the time we finally arrived at my destination, I could feel the sweat pouring through my blouse. I almost knocked one man down, forcing myself out through the doors first, tossing a quick apology over my shoulder as I stepped out into the early evening air.

For once, luck was on my side. A taxi sat waiting, its engine idling. I opened the door, slipping inside only to hear, "Hey, you're not Mr. Andrews." I gave him a cool look saying, "Very observant. No, I'm not but I am a woman who will tip you fifty dollars if you can get me to the Hilton in ten minutes."

Almost precisely ten minutes later I opened my eyes, having finally shut them to avoid seeing each of the numerous close calls I had witnessed. The drivers face sported a wide grin and I forced a smile to mine as the bellman opened the taxi door and I slid a wad of bills to the driver.

I took the offered hand but when he reached for the package I stepped back, a quizzical look on his face as once again I had to try and smile while saying, "Sorry, I'm not supposed to let this out of my sight" and he nodded, tipping his hat as I went up the steps and into the lobby, yet another elevator awaiting me.

I closed the door to the room, the box falling from my aching arms as I looked at my watching seeing I had made it with two minutes to spare. I smiled, turning to catch a glimpse in the mirror, the reflection showing a woman with her hair a bit wild, disheveled, my blouse a bit worse for wear though my nipples stuck out prominently. It was my eyes though which caught me, they were shining, all in anticipation as I reached over and pulled the tape off the top of the package.

There was yet another single sheet of paper on the top of what seemed to be quite a few items packed within. I knew I was to read the instructions first but my eyes were drawn to the shiny metal it lay on top of. I lifted the chains and leather, each seeming to go on forever until finally it was out and I laid it out on the bed.

I looked at it with a bit of confusion, not quite sure until suddenly it hit me. My heart began to race, that oh so familiar feeling between my legs began to tingle as a soft moan escaped my lips. It was like no other garment I had ever seen and it had just dawned on me how it would fall into place as my legs gave way. I slumped to the floor, my hand reaching out, grabbing the piece of paper, reading the words, "In position, prepared, everything from the package in place, seven p.m.. The lights extinguished and leave the door...unlocked."

I looked at my watch for what seemed to be the hundredth time, my heart jumping to my throat, it was only 45 minutes away. Quickly, I pulled the remaining contents of the box out, laying each item in place as my mind ran wild with how each would play a role in the how the evening would progress. Finally, I ran into the bathroom, tearing clothes from my body, turning on the shower as the seconds ticked on.

As hard as it was to believe, I made it with seconds to spare. The sound of the door opening, a bit of light from the hallway filling from the room for a brief moment before I heard it close, the room turning dark again, the sound of the lock being put in place.

All I could do was lay there, the sound of muffled footsteps as they walked across the plush carpeted floor, a dark, silent silhouette moving towards the window. I couldn't help but jump, a bit of a muffled cry escaping my lips as he threw back the curtains and the room was illuminated by the lights of the city below.

My eyes grew wide as he turned, bag in hand. He was dressed all in black, including the ski mask which covered his face. He stopped, placing the bag on the bed next to me as she looked down upon the vision before him.

I lay there, having utilized each and every item of the parcel as commanded, the sight before him quite erotic to say the very least. The chains were almost like a short dress, a leather collar connected to them in place, the silver links cascading down my body to between my legs though in reality they provided me with minimal...coverage.

My hands were attached to the collar around my neck, a small lock which I had clicked shut only moments before the door had opened insuring my compliance. The ends of the dress found two leather straps which were pulled taught around my upper thighs, my knees bent, my ankles attached to the straps, forcing my legs to open. I moaned behind the ball gag which was tightly cinched behind my head as he reached between my thighs. His hand trailed over my sex as he moved even lower, feeling to make sure I had followed his instructions precisely.

The anal plug had been like none I had ever seen before. It had filled me completely and if I hadn't been in such a hurry I might have examined it further to ascertain what the clip on the end might have suggested. I would have my answer though soon enough.

I lay on my side, my head turned toward him as I watched the quiet figure pull out a set of black leather gloves from the bag, pulling each one of them on slowly. He knelt beside the bed, his hand reaching out, the leather tenderly caressing my face, my makeup heavy, the evolution into the slut who lay before him, waiting to be...used.

I moaned, my eyes once again having closed at such a touch, him pushing a lock of my hair back from my forehead where it had fallen. Finally, my eyes reopened and this time his face was mere inches from mine, his eyes peering deeply into my own. It was then I felt my blood run cold. His eyes were blue, this man's...were green.

I screamed, the sound loud but the gag muffling it almost completely. My eyes grew wild as I tried to pull back, to pull away but his hand was quicker, where it had touched me with tenderness now it found my hair, pulling it sharply, my head snapping back as he shook his head slowly from side to side, announcing his disapproval. 

My heart was pounding, threatening to beat from my chest, unable to escape, only able to watch as he opened his bag. His back was to me, so I was unable to see what he pulled forth. By the time he was done, I saw him turn, walking away from me, the light in the bathroom going on, the door shutting the sound of a faucet being turned on.

I pulled frantically at my restraints, rocking back and forth wildly but there would be no release. I'd managed to only turn myself onto my stomach and as he returned it turned out to be precisely what he was hoping for. I felt one gloved hand reach down between my legs again, an audible click, the plug buried deep inside of me being opened as my head swiveled, trying to see what was about to happen.

My eyes grew wide as a scream died in my throat. I saw the bottle he held, the long tubing in the pale light snaking out and as he loosened the clip, I felt the warm, soapy water enter and begin to fill me. I moaned, loud and long, the bag beginning to deflate as its contents flowed into my body. The position I was in had forced me onto my knees and all I could do was watch as my stomach began to swell, to grow distended beyond its normal shape.

I felt the tube being removed, the clasp once again locking down but as I looked again, my eyes pleading there would be no mercy. I saw the switch in his hand and when he hit it, the plug began to rotate, filling me, swelling as my head went back and my climax took me. It was like none I had ever experienced before, the feelings so strange but as I was to soon find out, it was only the beginning.

By the time I had come down from the high my eyes were a bit unfocused, though he stood in front of me, patiently waiting until I was able to ascertain what he held in his hands. Once again my cry would have been loud if not for the circumstances as my body swayed to and fro, his hands reaching up underneath me, the steel clips, the nipple clamps, their serrated edges gleaming even in the dim light being positioned and he turned each loose at the exact same moment.

Once again I was as helpless to stop the tide as if I were to stop breathing. A second orgasm was building, this one causing the first to pale in comparison yet he would not be satisfied. As I felt it begin to take me away, I saw him hold up the large, phallus shaped instrument, as realistic as any I had seen and with a single thrust, he buried it inside of me, the latex creation coming alive, filling every inch of me as my back arched and one after another, my pleasure was his...to control.

He would plunge it, in and out, maddeningly slow at times, frantic at others, playing my body, my mind lost in the moment, in the feelings he was creating until suddenly it dawned on me, he had stopped. I opened my eyes only to see him towering over me, his hardness out, his hand stroking it as he almost lovingly did the same to my stomach, now swollen to well over twice its size.

I moaned, groaning as he knew what I wanted, he could see it in my eyes. I could have sworn I saw his eyes twinkle but there would be no time for that, his body seeking mine as he buried himself inside my wetness. Once again, it was if he knew how to take me from one height to the next, though now not allowing me the release I needed so badly. 

Pleading with him, my cries swallowed by the gag, spittle running from it I thrashed my head from side to side, but still the silent figure rode me, slowly, almost agonizingly so. Finally I simply allowed my head to hang, my spirit broken, an instrument to be used for his enjoyment and with that resignation came peace.

I allowed my body to be his, riding it and the pleasure it provided. I felt him remove the clamps, knowing full well that with that the pain/pleasure principal would begin again but if anything, I welcomed it now, knowing it would grant me that which I needed and he required of me. I was lost in the moment and as I writhed beneath him I wished for the stranger the same and I met his every thrust with one of my own, as best as I could.

Finally, I felt his body tense, saw his head go back, his back arch and I allowed myself to complete the circle, claiming him and granting myself complete release. In the silence, we took from the other that which we required, our bodies dancing together in the night until suddenly, all was quiet. I lay there, my body so alive, as he slowly stood, rearranging his clothing, moving silently until he reached over to a glass which I had not noticed, sitting on the nightstand.

He held something out in front of my eyes, forcing me to focus on it as he moved it to my hand, forcing me to close it around the frozen object. It was an ice cube, already near its melting point, the key to my captivity inside. I'm not sure how long it took to finally melt, nor how long it took me to contort myself into a position where I could put the key in the lock but I do know by the time I had freed myself and frantically moved to the bathroom it was in the nick of time.

After all was said and done, all of the objects I had worn removed, I had moved on shaky legs over to the mirror, a single sheet of paper on the vanity and as my hands trembled I removed it to read, "LOOK IN THE MIRROR, TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE." I looked up, seeing two objects held in place, green contact lenses as I smiled and I saw...you.

THE END



The Package



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The package came from Nobilis's house. His return address was on it. I got online and IM'ed him.

{Pixie} What's this package?

{Nobilis} Someone asked me to send it to you.

{Pixie} Who?

{Nobilis} Can't tell. I checked it over though, there's nothing in there that'll hurt you. Go ahead and open it.

The box contained an outfit and a card with an address, date, and time. The clothes were nothing unusual: a cotton skirt, t-shirt, panties, and bra; all fairly plain, all my size. The address wasn't familiar but it was close to a subway stop. The date was a couple days out on a night I didn't have anything planned. Whoever put this together knew me well. A friend? Someone who knew Nobilis too.

{Pixie} What is this? Some kind of invitation?

{Nobilis} That's what it looks like to me. Are you going?

{Pixie} I don't know. Was it Oberon?

{Nobilis} Can't tell.

{Pixie} You're mean.

{Nobilis} Rotten to the core. You know I'd never hurt you, right?

{Pixie} Of course.

{Nobilis} I think you should go.

It would be two days before the date specified in the package. Oberon was out of town for nine days now, and won't be back for three more. At least that's what he told me. He's told me little white lies sometimes in order to bring together a surprise for me. I decided not to call. After all, if he planned this he wouldn't tell me whether it was or wasn't him.

Willow lived too far away to be behind this, but if my mysterious liaison knew Nobilis he probably also knew Willow. I caught her online that night.

{Pixie} Do you know anything about this package Nobilis sent me?

{Willow} No. Presents?

{Pixie} Sort of... some clothes, and an address, date, and time.

{Willow} Nobilis wants to meet you somewhere?

{Pixie} No, he said it came from someone else.

{Willow} Well, he wouldn't lie to you. So you don't know who sent it?

{Pixie} No. Do you?

{Willow} I wish I did. Are you going?

{Pixie> I don't know.

{Willow} Let me know, okay?

{Pixie} Don't I always?

I put the box away and went to bed. Sleep eluded me. I kept going through the long list of all the people who could have sent the box. Steiger? Unlikely. S.D.? No, impossible. I ran through all my friends but there were just too many. It could be any of them, or none of them.

I managed to forget the package until lunchtime two days later. When I remembered I rushed home to open it up again. I was sure that I forgot the time, but it was 6:00 PM, just as I remembered.

I looked over the very ordinary clothes again. The whole thing was very puzzling. The shirt was a dark blue, the t-shirt bright red, the panties and bra plain white. It was all made of light cotton. Curiosity killed me and if I didn't take this opportunity I'd never know what I missed. I sent an email to Willow and Nobilis telling them where I was going. If anything happened I wanted them to know where I was.

I debated putting on makeup, but it seemed out of place if I was supposed to wear these plain clothes. I took a shower, brushed my hair and put them on. They fit fairly well but not perfectly. The shirt was a little too tight around my bust line, and the skirt hung a little loose about my waist. At least the bra fit right. I can't stand a bra that doesn't.

I left home around 5:30 and walked to the subway. Oberon, I decided, was the only one who could be behind it. He exchanged an email or two with Nobilis, that much I knew. I smiled to myself satisfied in the knowledge.

The address on the card was a brownstone off the main street converted to condos. I pushed the button for the third-floor walk-up. Without a word the door buzzed open and I stepped inside. I climbed the stairs, my heart beating faster, both from the exertion and the anticipation. I couldn't wait.

The light on the third floor was out leaving the landing in shadow, but I could see that the only door was ajar. It creaked as a pushed it open. The room inside was completely dark.

"Oberon?" I stepped inside.

Someone pushed the door firmly closed behind me. I gasped as a pair of hands took my shoulders. Suddenly I wasn't so sure I should be there. My heart pounded in my chest. "Oberon? Is that you?"

The person behind me whispered close by my ear, "You can leave now... if you want." I detected the slightest hint of perfume -- roses. It didn't sound like Oberon. To be honest, it didn't sound like anyone I knew.

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I swallowed. "No." That was all I could get out. All other words choked my throat.

There was no reply, just the hands firmly guiding me forward, into the darkness. My eyes adjusted some but the only light was a dim glow from under the door. I could barely make out the outlines of the room. My foot stubbed into something.

"Step up on the stool," whispered the voice behind me. It sounded slightly muffled, as if from behind a mask.

Unsteadily, I put first one foot and then the other up on the wooden circle. "I can't see. I can't balance." I depended upon my host to keep me from falling.

The hands left my shoulders, gently taking my backpack. A loop of silk rope was put around one wrist, then another around the other, and the rope laid in my palms. The ropes slowly started moving up, pulling my hands, spreading my arms up above my head. I wondered if I hadn't made a tremendous mistake coming here. I tested a loop. If I squirmed I could get out of it, but I didn't want to. Not yet.

I heard a match strike and a candle-flame illuminated the room from behind. My shadow was flung, dancing madly, against the far wall. A crouching figure shrouded in black passed my right side and then whirled to face me. I stood taller on the stool, but the cloak and posture made it hard to discern our relative heights. I looked down on a bronzed mask. In the dim light I couldn't tell if it was real bronze or just painted, but it didn't matter. I gasped.

"If you take your hand from the loop," whispered the voice, "it ends. That is your signale." That was the synonym for 'safeword' from Carey's novels. My favorites.

I nodded.

The masked figure stepped closer, and from under the cloak I heard the sound of duct tape pulled from a roll. The Mask quickly placed the strip over my eyes, stretched from one temple to the other. It wasn't pressed down against my eyelids, but I could feel it adhering to my nose and brows.

I was in darkness again.

I heard the soft click of a marker uncapped. The Mask's hand reached to the back of my neck and held my head. I felt the pen writing on the tape. Whispered letters, as the Mask wrote them. "C... R... Y... B... A... B... Y..."

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"Hey," I started to say, but lips met mine silencing me. The lips were soft, and I could feel no sign of mustache or razor stubble. A woman? I couldn't tell. Strong hands, but oh those lips; and the scent of roses again. I tried to stop thinking of the lips as belonging to man or woman and just enjoy them. The kisses started strong then became feather-light, drawing me forward to hang from my arms, straining towards lips that always seemed just a little too far away, and threatening my balance upon the platform. I whimpered in frustration.

Hands took me again, holding the back of my head, and the lips drove against mine, opening my mouth, probing tongue pushing past my teeth. I moaned softly into the open mouth of my mysterious lover. In the midst of the kiss, I heard the soft snik-snik of a pair of scissors worked next to my ear. My heart jumped in my chest. I tensed. I imagined the scissors, sharp and bright, going into my neck, my belly, a breast.

A hand slipped under my t-shirt to pull my right bra strap up off my skin. Snik went the scissors, and the strap parted. The breath I drew ready to scream, came out as a sigh of relief. Snik, again, on the left, and then a small hole was cut in the center, to cut the center strap. A hand went up my back and gently pulled the ruined garment out from under.

I was breathing hard. As my chest rose and fell my nipples rubbed against the soft cotton. They were already a little hard, but this made them stand up all the way. Hands took my breasts roughly through the thin cloth groping hard, fingers digging into my flesh. An impossibly smooth mouth returned to mine. My Mask groped and twisted, and then slid down to grab my nipples between thumbs and knuckles.

Squeezed -- hard! The pain stabbed into me like a knife. "Ow, fuck!"

Those hands left again and I heard another length of tape pulled off. This went over my mouth. I heard the cap come off the marker again and my head was held still while my lover wrote. "P... O... T... T... Y... M... O... U... T... H." My lips stuck to the heavy tape--stuck fast--and I knew it was going to hurt when it came off.

I heard the scissors work again and after a few seconds the skirt fell away. The tips of the scissors brushed my mons and I thought I was going to collapse. I moaned, but with my mouth taped closed only the slightest noise escaped. It felt like the noise was reflecting back into me, making me hornier.

After more work with the scissors I felt the fabric fall away from my nipples, first one, then the other. Those wonderful soft lips and tongue started playing at my right breast, kissing and licking my increasingly sensitive skin. The Mask's hand was on my other breast pinching and groping. The contrast between the tenderness on one side and pain on the other was exquisite.

Then the switch: a groping, pinching, hand cupped the other breast gently as he bit down on my left just beside the nipple, and my knees nearly buckled under. I moaned loudly and the sound reverberated in my skull. My head swam. I felt my panties wetting.

I got a moment of relief as my lover pulled away again. The Mask untied my sneakers and pulled them off, and removed my socks, and then cutting again. I felt the tip of the scissors trace a line from my navel to my neck as he cut through the center of the t-shirt. Another pair of lines along my shoulders and then it fell away. By this time I was ready for more, so I twisted my body shaking my breasts.

My invitation was declined. Instead another long strip of tape was pulled off and wrapped around my body right over my nipples, squeezing my breasts together. Again the Mask wrote and whispered, "C... O... C... K... T... E... A... S... E..." I let out a squeal of protest in spite of myself.

There were two more snips of the scissors and my panties were gone. I was naked except save for duct tape. The Mask's hand gently lifted one knee and placed it over a cloth-covered shoulder. I felt hot breath on my pussy and fingers explored my dripping folds. My mysterious lover and tormentor was turned on as well. I felt and heard breaths start to come quicker; and there was a little trembling in the Mask's fingers. That more than anything turned me on. When fingers were replaced by lips and tongue I felt a little orgasmic shudder pass through me. I knew it wouldn't be long.

The face in my snatch turned and delivered a bite to the inside of my thigh, right on the muscle that runs down to the inside of my knee. I jumped. I let out a squeal that turned into a moan. I could feel every nerve stretched as tight as a violin string, and that mouth was the bow. Those lips returned to my pussy, punctuated by staccato nips on my outer lips. As my arousal mounted higher and higher the pace increased, delving deeper into my body, probing with tongue, drawing my flesh into his mouth to suck and bite. As the first tremors of orgasm started the Mask turned his head and put his teeth directly on my clit. Color burst in the darkness behind my eyelids as the Mask squeezed, gently -- just enough to drive me to a powerful orgasm. The scream, stifled by the tape, left me breathless. The released tension left me trembling, hanging from the ropes.

The Mask ripped off another strip of tape. This one ran from just below my navel, down over my dripping pussy, up over the crack of my ass, and onto my tailbone. "N... Y... M... P... H... O," whispered while writing on the front. "S... L... U... T," while writing on the back. He stood up and I heard the click-whirr of an instant camera.

I thought it was done. All of my hot spots were covered.

I was wrong.

-----

I was closed up, covered, taped from one end to the other, I was given a few minutes to catch my breath. When my legs felt strong enough again I put my weight on my feet, taking the strain off of my shoulders and wrists.

Then the Mask started on my earlobes. When I'm not turned on they just tickle, but I was far past that point even after the huge orgasm. The mouth was gentle at first, stroking, sucking, but when I moaned those teeth sank into the muscle under my ear, behind my jaw, and I wanted to scream.

Next we went to my neck, working down along the muscle into the hollow above my collarbone, kissing, licking, nibbling and biting. The trail led up my arm into the hollow of my elbow. The Mask loved my arm as intensely as my pussy, and I was surprised at my body's reaction. I was so turned on that my entire body was turning into one erogenous zone.

The Mask moved to the underside of my breast and licked away the perspiration, with nips at the flesh that flowed out under the tape.

That tongue swirled around my navel, twirling and sucking. The Mask licked the crease between my pussy and my thigh, bit the tendon where my thigh met my knee, sucked my toes. I needed to cum, again, and my moans of frustration became more insistent.

Back to my earlobe, my lover worked, alternating hard and soft, gentle and cruel. I felt fingers start to work at the edge of the tape on my mouth. The tape came away slowly, the heavy adhesive harsh on my skin, but the Mask followed behind with gentle kisses, soothing the hurt skin as it was revealed. When my mouth was freed I wanted to let out all of the sounds bottled up inside, but again I was silenced with a deep kiss and then the last inch was ripped off with a jerk. I was allowed to scream while the Mask kissed the tender spot left raw by the tape.

The Mask left me panting for a moment. Then I felt the fingers at the tape around my breasts as once again those smooth lips moved right behind the slow agony of the peeling tape. My left nipple was licked briefly in passing, and then the right, as the last of the tape was pulled away quickly. I shrieked. I felt sweat breaking out on my brow. I knew the worst was yet to come.

The Mask's hand reached between my legs to take that next piece of tape off from the back. I was slick with my sweat but it was still stuck tight. It stopped just as the tape was about to be pulled from my pussy and then started from the front. The devil was going to make the last pull directly off of my pussy lips. "No," I cried. "No, it's too much."

I didn't mean it. I didn't pull my hands from the ropes.

The last jerk on the tape exploded up my spine like a lightning bolt. I screamed and cried and at the first spasms I came and came and came. Those marvelous lips were right there soothing and kissing; nothing but gentleness. I felt tears welling up in the space between the tape and my eyes. I reached my limit. I pulled my hand from the loop and put my hand on my lovers head. Instantly the mouth was gone from my pussy. I heard footsteps and then a door open and close.

When I worked the tape off my eyes I was alone.

-----

The candle was still burning. There was another outfit similar to the set I received in the mysterious package neatly folded on the floor in front of me. The tape that he pulled from my body was stuck, haphazardly, to a piece of newsprint taped to the bare wall across from me.

"SMART WOMAN"

"BEAUTIFUL"

The vertical strips from my ass and pussy had been ripped in half, displayed so I could read both the front and the back.

"LOVING"

"WARM"

I looked down at the tape in my hand and spread it out so I could read it.

"GODDESS"

I stuck it to the paper along with the others.

I took up the new clothes and dressed. At the bottom of the pile I found a Polaroid photo the Mask took while I was completely taped. Written on the back, in the same block letters, I found my name and the date: my real name.

"Thank you," I said, to no one there.

I looked around the apartment but it was empty, no furniture, nothing but the tools of the encounter, no clue about my host. I gathered up the scraps of ruined clothing from the floor and took the paper off the wall. I took the ropes. I even snuffed the candle. I shoved them all into my backpack. I wanted to preserve every possible memento of this experience.

Out in the hallway I found the mask and the cloak, the roll of duct tape, and the pen. A note was taped to the cloak penned hastily in black marker. In block letters, it read:

"I HOPE YOU HAD FUN. I KNOW I DID. I WISH I COULD STAY BUT I THINK IT BEST IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO I AM. MAYBE SOMEDAY WE CAN PLAY AGAIN."

I picked up the mask and detected that hint of roses. I inhaled greedily. I shoved it into my backpack along with the tape and took the cloak over my arm.

I decided I didn't care who the Mask was, or even whether he was a man or a woman. Whoever it was gave me an incredible gift. One I wanted to share, with Oberon.

I hurried down the stairs.



The Package



You open your mailbox and look inside. The only thing there is a yellow slip of paper, left by the postman. "Package Pickup," it says. There is a check mark in the box beside the line that says, "Package too large."

"I'm not expecting any packages." you say out loud. There's nobody around to hear you but you don't care. You double check the name and address written in the "addressee" box. There is no mistake. It is addressed to you. It is too late to go to the post office. You will never get there before closing time. You will have to wait until tomorrow, after work.

You can't stop thinking about your package all day long. You keep looking at the slip and trying to imagine who could have sent you something in the mail. You spend the entire day wracking your brain. Try as you might, nobody comes to mind. Time drags on as you trudge through your work. It seems like five O'clock will never come.

Finally! It is quitting time! You finish your work and make a mad dash toward your car with the little yellow slip of paper in hand. "Location: Central Post Office," it reads. You will have to drive all the way across town to get there. With rush hour traffic, you know this will be a long trip.

You feel insane with anticipation as you weave your way through the clogged highways. It is no picnic, driving in this traffic! The lobby closes at 6:00 P.M. You arrive, just in time. The surly postal worker is there, getting ready to lock the door just as you dart inside. Still, there are about twenty people standing in line.

"It's just one thing after another!" you say to yourself. The woman standing in line must have heard you say it under your breath. She turns around and gives you a dirty look, as if to say, "Wait your turn, buddy!"

It seems like an eternity but you finally reach the counter. You hand over your slip. The clerk barks out, "I.D. please!" You pause for a moment with a confused look on your face. "Sign here!" she growls. You fumble for your wallet and pull out your driver's license. She scrutinizes your photo like a border guard at Checkpoint Charlie. She tosses your I.D. back across the counter, turns around and goes off to find your package.

She returns with, not one, but two large cardboard boxes! They are about two feet square and almost three feet long! "Tell your friend that the post office isn't supposed to handle packages this large!" she says in an irritated voice. "I'm sorry..." you mumble back as you fumble to pick up the boxes.

The boxes aren't very heavy for their size but they are bulky and difficult to maneuver. They are a little bit too large to get both arms securely around. You have to grip them from the sides and stack them up. The surly man at the door grunts as he pushes it open for you. "Thanks!" you call back. You stumble across the parking lot and plop the boxes down on the trunk of your car. They are just small enough to fit. All the way home, you keep trying to think of who would have sent you those packages. There is no return address on them. You know you haven't ordered anything from the internet.

You almost drop your boxes several times, wrestling them up the stairs and into your apartment. You have to set them down on the floor in front of your door while you fish your keys out of your pocket.

"Must be nice!" your neighbor winks, playfully, as she passes by, noticing the large packages you are hauling inside. You smile politely but your mind is focused on getting the door open and moving the boxes inside. You barely get the door closed behind you before you start tearing into the boxes to find out what is inside. You tear off the label and rip open the packing tape. There is still no indication of who sent these packages or why.

You open the box. You reach inside. Your heart races and you let out an audible gasp as your hand sinks into something soft and furry. You tear away the tissue paper covering. There is a large, soft fur covered pillow in the box!

You are quite knowledgeable about fur but you still can't tell what kind of fur the pillow is made from but it is definitely the softest you have ever felt. It is long and soft and silky smooth. Your hands sink in and completely disappear into the fur. You look back into the box. There is another pillow exactly like the first.

You pick up both pillows and hug them close to your body. You rub your face into the fur. It is soft and warm and inviting. It feels like the pillows are filled with goose down. They are squeezably soft!

You immediately begin to have sexy thoughts about the fur. You are beginning to get excited. You have an uncontrollable urge to feel that wonderfully soft fur all over your naked body but the other box beckons. You waste no time in opening it.

Inside, there is more fur, just as you imagined. This time it isn't in the form of a pillow. You tug on the corner and pull. Out comes a huge fur blanket. It is made from the same kind of fur the pillows are made of. You pull and pull as more and more fur comes out of the box and piles into your lap. There seems to be more fur than could possibly fit into a box this size. It is almost like magic. The more you pull, the more fur comes out of the box. You finally reach the end and realize you are surrounded by an ocean of fur!

You look back into the box again. There is still more fur inside! "How can this be?" you marvel. You start pulling the fur out of the box again. It is another fur bedspread but, this time, there are elastics sewn into the edges. It must be a fitted mattress cover.

A sweet, leathery scent of fresh pelts surrounds you and invades your senses. You become obsessed with the fur all around you. Several minutes pass while you gently stroke the fur and imagine yourself swimming naked in it. You temporarily lose track of time. Suddenly, you come to your senses and decide that the best place for all this fur is on your bed. You force your mind to stay in reality long enough to pick it all up in your arms and haul it to the bedroom. There is so much fur it takes you three trips.

You pick up the empty boxes and the packing and you inspect everything. There is no letter or invoice inside. There is no paperwork of any kind, nor is there any sign of its origin. You can wait no longer. You stack the boxes by the back door. You plan to take them out to the bin in the morning. The tent pole in your pants reminds you that you've got better things to do right now. You make a beeline back to the bedroom.

You strip the old blankets, pillows and sheets of the bed in seconds flat. You toss them into the closet and shut the door. You slip the fitted cover right over the bare king sized mattress. It fits perfectly. You smooth out the cover a little then you fold out the fur blanket. It has fur on both sides! It goes all the way down to the floor on three sides. There is still enough fur left to fold down the top edge. You plop the pillows into place then you quickly make one last pass to fluff and straighten the fur. You stand back to admire your handiwork. This is one hell of a fur bed! You can hardly wait to crawl into it.

You quickly run around the apartment to lock the doors and turn off all the lights. You close the window shades and take the telephone off the hook. You stand in the bedroom, looking at the shadowy outline of your new fur bed as you begin to strip off your clothes.

You kick off your shoes and pull off your socks. You unbutton your shirt and drop it on the floor. There is a distinct metallic clinking sound as you unfasten your belt buckle. Your pants fall to the floor in a heap around your ankles. You kick them aside.

Your dick is completely hard when you start to slide your underwear down to your ankles but, at the last second, you have a horrible thought.

"What if I can't help myself and I come all over my new fur?" you think to yourself.

You pull your shorts back up and leave them on just for safety.

You lean over and run your hands through the fur one last time before you crawl in. A chill runs up your spine. Visions of fluffy, soft fur wrapping itself all around your body drift through your head. You are irresistibly drawn into the fur bed like steel being drawn to a magnet. It is as if you have no control over your actions.

You shiver with anticipation as you crawl across the bed and pull back the covers. You cry out with pleasure as your feet slip in between the layers of fur. You pull the blanket up over your body and you cry out again. It is the most delicious feeling you ever had! You are conscious of your woody growing to gargantuan proportions like you've never experienced before. It is the most incredible sensation you have ever felt.

You pull the fur up tight, under your chin and snuggle your head down between the two giant pillows. It feels like you are nestling in between two giant, furry breasts. You run your hands through the soft folds of fur all around you. You rub it over your bare chest and stomach. You close your eyes and drink in as much of this furry Heaven as you can. You have an overwhelming urge to masturbate in the fur but, as you inhale your next deep breath, a calm, relaxing feeling descends on you. 

You inhale again. The strong, sweet smell of freshly tanned pelts penetrates your senses. Your eyes grow heavy and your vision blurs. You feel like you have been drugged. In less than a minute, you fall into a deep sleep, snuggled in your yummy-soft fur bed.

You wake several hours later. You feel groggy and disoriented. You look around the room to see if you are still in your own bedroom. Everything looks familiar but you have a strange feeling that you are not alone. There is an unseen presence in bed with you! You lay still for a while, silently trying to figure out what is going on.

You move your hand between the layers of soft fur as a sense of calm eases over you again. You close your eyes and bundle up two hands full of fur as you try to roll over in bed and fall back to sleep.

Your body doesn't move!

Something is holding you firmly in place! The fur all around you suddenly feels stiff and heavy like wet cement! You take a few seconds to gain composure before you try to push the fur aside and sit up in bed. The fur does not give! A giant, invisible, furry hand seems to be pushing you down to the bed with all its might!

You try to scream for help but the two giant breast like pillows surround your face and swallow you your head. One last muffled cry comes out of your mouth as the fur sucks you under!

The harder you struggle, the harder the fur fights back. The warm, soft fur seems to change to the texture of burlap. It is hard and prickly like a million sharp needles digging into your skin. It is very painful. Your strength begins to wane.

You stop struggling when the last of your strength gives out. Suddenly, the bed changes, from hard burlap, back to the texture of soft, sensual fur. The blankets slowly release their grip on you. You lay back in bed, trying to regain your energy. A sense of warm happiness washes over you again.

Several minutes later, you work up one last burst of energy, trying to free yourself from your furry prison. It is no use. The painful feeling of burlap pricks your bare skin and pulls you down even harder than before. You finally make the connection; If you struggle, the fur will fight back but, if you relax and lay still, you will be rewarded with pleasure.

You do your best to swallow your fear, to calm your mind and relax your body. You feel the fur's grip slowly release. Sensations of soft fur materialize all around you again. The more you relax, the more a sense of deep, furry euphoria fills you. You feel happy!

You feel startled when there is a movement in the fur, down near your feet. You tense up again. In an instant, prickly burlap digs into your legs and feet. You inhale deeply and suck back the fear. You are rewarded with a soft, furry sensation, creeping its way up your legs. Something grips the waistband of your shorts and, with a series of strong tugs, the fur pulls them down over your hips.

You hold onto your emotions and force yourself to remain perfectly still. You are amply rewarded by sensations of soft fur sliding up and down your body, gently caressing you all over.

Sounds of ripping fabric emanate from under the fur as your underwear is torn to shreds and ripped from your body. You feel the cloth break away as it is devoured by the fur, never to be seen again. The fur begins probing your naked body, rubbing your stomach and your chest. It caresses your cheeks and slides slowly up and down your arms. You can't help laughing when it, ever so gently, caresses the curves of your bare ass.

As long as you lay perfectly still, the fur gives you increasing pleasure but you know if you lift even one finger against it the sensation of prickly burlap will penetrate your skin. You close your eyes and let it have its way with you.

The fur massages and kneads your naked body like a ball of dough until your muscles become completely soft and limp. A strange sense of obsession fills your consciousness. The will to resist is being erased from your mind, replaced by an overwhelming lust for furry pleasure. You are a helpless but willing prisoner.

Suddenly, the bottom drops our from under you! You are sinking slowly down, into the bed! For one brief moment, the hard, prickly sensations pierce your skin but you regain your composure and the softness returns. Your feet angle downward as you slide, slowly, down a long, furry tunnel, deeper and deeper into the belly of the beast. It is a tight fit, just barely large enough to fit your body. Your arms are pulled up over your head. A million tiny sparks of pleasure light up your naked body as fur dances over your skin.

You become disoriented as you fall farther and farther down into the fur. You are so drunk with pleasure you don't know where you are anymore. It feels like you have fallen hundreds of feet and landed in a chamber of pulsating fur.

Everything is pitch black. You can see nothing. You can hear no sound but your own breathing. Hundreds of furry appendages reach out and touch every part of your body, probing you and stroking you. They search your body for the most sensitive places. They seem to be remembering your reaction to every move. They home in on your most sensitive spots and attack with machine like precision.

You sense another presence in the fur. This one is different. You can see nothing in the blackness but you know it is there, watching you and waiting while the fur all around you collects the last few bits of pleasure data from your helplessly writing body. It hovers over you, moving slowly down your body toward your waist until it is only inches away from your stiff, cock. It surveys your member, waiting for the right moment to descend on it. You lay there, as still as you can, shivering with delight and whimpering with anticipation.

The fur presence reaches out and gently teases your balls and tickles your taint. Moments later, your entire sack is bathed in the most delicious sensations as the fur tugs and pulls and massages your testes. You feel your cock grow even larger and harder. Every bit of your consciousness is focused on your groin and the fur thing that has you in its grip. The muscles at the base of your scrotum begin to rhythmically contract and relax as your pumps are being primed with fluid.

A pair of soft, furry lips start to slowly engulf the end of your shaft. A fur covered tongue reaches out and gently licks up the down its length. You don't dare move a muscle for fear it would suddenly turn into hard, prickly burlap!

It seems like you have laid there for an eternity while the fur mouth teases your shaft, up and down. The tongue flicks over the end of your engorged head and slides, slowly, up and down the underside of your manhood from base to tip then back down again. Then, when you least expect it, your penis is suddenly sucked in and completely engulfed in fur.

Your mind reels as soft furry pleasure washes over your entire groin. The mouth swirls your cock in soft fur. Your breathing quickens. Your heart races. Every inch of you is surrounded with a million tiny fingers, each touching off your pleasure centers, one by one.

Fur begins to rhythmically stroke your shaft, slowly, up and down. It kneads your balls and tickles your groin. The fur surrounding your entire body begins to move in perfect time until you are submerged in a sea of soft, sexy, undulating fur. The pressure builds up at the base of your balls as it works you up into a pre-orgasmic frenzy. It goes faster and faster until your whole body convulses with pleasure. The muscles of your cock twitch and jump as you strain for release but the fur holds you back. It is waiting for just the right moment.

Fur teases your for hours. It produces the most incredible sensations you have ever felt between your legs. It methodically slides up and down your quivering shaft. It swirls and sucks. It holds you at the razor's edge. There is nothing you can do but lie there and wait. You want to scream but you hold yourself back. There is no way you would let this moment be interrupted.

Just when you think you can take no more, the fur picks up its pace. The muscles at the base of your balls give a mighty contraction as the flood gates break. You let out a long, low moan like a growling bear as lightning bolts of intense orgasm shoot through your body. The fur all around you squeezes you, rhythmically, like a wet sponge, wringing out every last bit of energy. The fur hands on your scrotum squeeze in perfect time, forcing semen out in long, flowing bursts. The fur mouth hungrily sucks your dick as your seed rushes forth like a river. It forces you to come over and over again while it hungrily harvests your bodily fluid. It rewards each burst with twinges of unimaginable pleasure. You scream until your throat is raw.

Your muscles give out. The pleasure gives way to a dull, throbbing pain at the base of your balls. The fur has sucked you completely dry. It slows its pace and releases its grip. You lay there in the fur, totally exhausted, panting and gasping for breath. Your hear the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears. Your entire body tingles as you lay there basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm you have ever felt.

The sweet scent of leathery pelts overcomes you again. Your eyelids grow heavy. Your mind grows dark. You fall into a deep, contented sleep.

You wake the next morning, snuggled warmly in your own bed. The fur blanket is pulled tightly up to your chin, just the way it was when you fell asleep. You remember the experience from the night before. You are horrified to think that you just shot a gallon of cum into your brand new fur bedspread! You feel around with your hands, dreading the sticky, wet feeling of semen soaked fur. You sit up in bed and pull every inch of fur through your hands but there is no wet spot to be found.

"It must have been a dream." you laugh.

You get out of bed and start to get dressed. You remember that you were wearing your skivvies when you went to sleep. You search and search but they are nowhere to be found. You give up the search and head for the bathroom. It is time for you to wash up and get ready for work.

You stand in front of the toilet, ready to take a leak. As you start to go, a dull, throbbing pain shoots out of your testes and pierces your groin.

"Ouch!" you holler.

You grit your way through the worst case of "love nuts" you have ever had. You step into the shower. Your whole body feels like it has been through a wringer. The hot water feels good.

You arrive at work a few minutes early. Your body feels limp like an old rag doll but your mind is sharp and clear as ever. Your day at the office seems to breeze right by. Before you know it, you are home making dinner. You clean up and sit on the sofa in front of the television. There's nothing good to watch so you decide to go to bed early.




The Package



Your dick stands at full attention as you stand naked before your great, furry bed. The fur feels soft against your skin as you slowly slip between the covers and pull the fur up tight against your chin. Your head sinks down between the two furry breast-pillows. You run your hands through the furry folds and rub fur against your chest and stomach.

The familiar, sweet, leathery scent of fur overcomes you. You are quickly subdued by its drug like effects. You smile and close your eyes as you gently fall off to sleep.



The Package



It was a yet another dreary, wet Wednesday. The week was dragging on longer than usual and I was more than ready for the weekend. No big plans, but at least I would be free of the office for a few days.

As I had a deadline looming, I had been concentrating on finishing my review of the latest print copy when the morning mail was dropped unceremoniously into my "in" basket. The "thud" of the pile pulled me out of my concentration. Looking up to acknowledge the delivery, I was surprised to see that it was not the regular mail boy scurrying down the hall to his next drop, but a spectacular view of a shapely female ass. This new mail girl had turned and was walking out my door toward the next office, her tight grey pants accentuating the slight wiggle that her steps caused. I dragged my eyes up from her ass to her slim waist then on up to view the clean sandy blond hair that enveloped her shoulders. I watched, and very nearly strained my neck as she disappeared from view down the hall. 

That was infinitely better than a coffee break, I thought to myself. I would certainly be awaiting her return tomorrow.

Turning back to the mail, I scanned the pile and immediately noticed a small padded manila package beneath the usual marketing pieces and junk mail. Reaching under the rest of the mail, I drew it out and looked curiously at the petite and careful penmanship. It was addressed to me, and under my office address were three words in bold print: PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL. There was no return address, but I noticed that it had been postmarked in North Carolina. I didn't recognize the handwriting, but assumed from the carefully formed letters, that it was written by a woman.

I gently squeezed the package, but felt no real resistance. No crinkle of a letter, nor the hard edges from a CD case or other media, but there was most definitely something inside. Loving a good mystery, I tore the package open and looked inside. It appeared to be a wad of silky fabric. Reaching in, my fingers encountered what I knew could only be a pair of women's panties.

What the hell?

As I was in full view of anyone who might walk by, I pondered this welcome Thursday mystery for a few moments before standing up to shut my door. I returned to my seat and once again held open the package. Reaching inside with giddy anticipation, I pulled the contents out and held aloft a pair of silky, colorfully striped bikini panties.

They did not look crisp and new, but rather appeared to be gently worn. The leg openings were not frayed and the lacy waistband still held all its elasticity. Looking at the tag, it displayed a size six and they were of an unremarkable brand. I inspected them from front to back, and with my pulse racing, looked inside at the cotton gusset. The once white material revealed what I had hoped to find, showing the unmistakable stains of use. I glanced at the closed door briefly, then brought the gusset to my nose and drew a deep breath. Much to my delight, they were unwashed and the heady scent of a woman's fluids had permeated the cotton. My cock stirred in my pants as I drew another breath of the sweet and pungent aroma, moving my nose across the fabric to catch all the nuances of my favorite scent. These panties had been worn by someone who obviously wanted me to know that she had become sexually aroused while wearing them. And she had left her calling card for me, in both stain and scent. Looking closer at the cotton, I saw that there were light yellow urine stains as well, though I could not smell those remnants. I looked further back, to where they had cupped someone's size six bottom, but there were no brown streaks and no earthy scent from her nether opening. 

So...someone had sent me a pair of their used panties. But who would do this? Who would be so daring as to send their dirty panties to me at my place of work? Who did I know in North Carolina? Was there anyone there who knew of my almost unnatural desire for the secretions from a sexually charged female pussy? Did she know the extent of my secret longing? 

For me, it has always been like a moth to the flame. I can never get enough of the sight, the scent and especially the taste of a woman as she lay on her back, legs spread, or on her knees with her ass in the air -- begging me to eat her, or smothering me as she grinds herself on my face -- seeking release. I could spend hours pleasuring a woman as I lap and nibble and taste all the amazing flavors that coat my lips, chin, nose and tongue. It doesn't matter to me if a lover is squeaky clean from a bath or shower, or if she has not washed in a few days. Nor do I mind if she is menstruating...actually, I desire her even more if she is. Only once have I ever tasted a woman when she was not palatable, and this was due to a medical issue. I am certainly not into coprophagia, but something about the earthiness and smell of a woman's anus adds to my enjoyment, even going so far as fucking her ass gently with my tongue as my nose rubs her clitoris. I have tasted a woman as she peed, but only once -- and very briefly, as it is not something that one tends to ask a partner to do. But I would certainly do it again, if the occasion presented itself.

Once, a lover spent a week on a solo hike and had returned emotionally and physically refreshed, yet not fresh -- as she had not properly bathed during that week. As we had missed each other intensely and were both horny as hell, we immediately stripped and I enjoyed her from head to toe. Her armpits were fragrant from her sweat, yet she tasted sweet and natural as I kissed every curve and crevice. Her vulval mound was dirty from only occasional baths in the streams of the wild, yet she tasted more female, more natural than I could have hoped for. As she was hairless, there was nothing to catch and hold the bitterness of her daily exertions. I gave her two oral orgasms before mounting her from behind and filling her with my hot seed. We showered later and I tasted her for many hours more.

So the question remained. Whose panties did I now hold in my hand? Whose crotch had secreted the wonderful stains that I enjoyed now and would surely enjoy later in the privacy of my home?

I looked again inside the envelope in hopes of finding some note, some clue...but it was empty. I took a final sniff of the silky gift, touched my tongue to the stains and put them back into the envelope. I hoped beyond hope that this was only the beginning of something good...something more.

...to be continued



The Package Arrives



TO MY SWEET 'HART'

There you were, sitting all alone, wondering what to do with your self, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, "excuse me sir. But I have a package for you" you stand up and answer the door thinking to your self what could this package contain. I am not expecting any thing you open it up and find a letter and some rather dirty looking mechanics overalls. The letter says... 

Meet me at, the corner by the church. At 8 PM Wearing the overalls and nothing else. I will be driving a black BMW I have hired for the evening. And we will go for a drive, it will be one hell of a ride, I promise... 

Lusting after your body. Anne xxxx... 

Your intrigued and look at the time its nearly 7 now so you have a drink then shower and put on the overalls. They smell of engine grease and are incrusted with hard bits of oil. But are comfy to wear. You are waiting by the church with minutes to spare and the anticipation builds, your cock is hard, knowing how I like to play games and wondering what I've got in mind for tonight. 

A black car pulls up, and some one looks out of the window, you see its me and start to smile but my voice cut you of as I say, 

"excuse me but I couldn't help noticing that your a mechanic. Well it just happens that you could save my life. You see I am supposed to be driving to the country to night but the engine keeps making this funny noise. I was wondering if you would drive along with me in case its something serious and ill pay for your time and travel expenses back to the city. What do you say"

"well madam " you say, playing along "I would be delighted to cum with you and if needs be give you the full service"

"OK slip in the front with me and we'll be on our way. "

I look you over and inhale the sent of man and grease emanating from you, oh god if I wasn't horny before I am now, I cant wait until we're out of the city, I roll down a window and complain about the heat, you gaze at me with longing and notice that my nipples are hard and that as usual I am not wearing a bra over my large 44d bust and wondering if, as is my usual habit whether I've got any underwear on at all except the black stocking I normally wear.. 

I am fiddling with the buttons on the front of my pristine white blouse and undo the first 3 so as to let some cool air in side. My short black skirt has ridden up my thighs and has exposed the stocking top with a flash of skin and this gets you so hot you unconsciously rub the outline of your hard cock and get some oil all over your fingers. 

I reach out and rub the evidence of your desire and moan at the hardness I find. " we'll soon be at my place in the country " I say" see we already on the outskirts of the city" as we pass the last signs of population and the cars get less and less. I am making small talk and telling you about my house and the pool and how I am looking forward to a dip in the cool waters when, . You suddenly hold up your hand and say, "shsss can you hear that" 

"No, what do you hear." I answer, understanding where this is leading us and feeling a gush of warm moisture between my legs in anticipation. 

"it's a kind of knocking sound you'd better pull in at the next lay-by and we'll have a look.. "

I pull the car into the first sign of a lay by. Its more of a lane than a lay by and I drive a little way up so the car is right of the road, you get out and tell me to pop the hood and band over the side and peer into the engine and fiddle with it then you call me and say" um I think I see the problem" I lean over and you stand be hind me and say" see here, the piston is dry and needs oiling very bad" I can feel your cock rub against my ass and groan, you reach out and grab my tits and leave dirty hand prints all over my shirt then you rip it apart to get the soft skin underneath and twist a nipple in each hand until they are standing so proud, you reach down and find that I am not wearing any underwear and release your cock into the fresh air, you push me over the side of the car and almost force you prick in to my cunt, you find it is soaking wet and you slide in no trouble, I tell you that if you'd looked you would have seen a wet patch on the car seat as I've been so wet since I picked you up. 

Your hard cock is thrusting inside me. "oh god, so good, so hard. Umm oh yes, "

My voice shouts out loud just be cause I can ," fuck me harder" I scream "fill me with you spunk, o god yes." The feel of your balls banging on my ass is enough to send me in to a convulsion of climax's one after the other as you ram your cock in to my sodden pussy and plunge it deep and hard. 

"Oh god I am cumming "you shout and reach out and twist my nipples again making me climax once more as you fill me with sticky spunk. 

As you gasp for air and try and catch your breath I turn around and kiss your neck and ears moving the overalls down out of the way, and inhaling the erotic sent of man, women and grease making my pussy quiver and my womb contract in the expectation of what else was to come. I rub your mussels in your shoulders and tweak your nipples as they stand up in the cool air. Working my way down your body, nibbling the skin gently between my teeth then kissing the same spot, in a contrasting moment of pain and pleasure. Running my long red nails down your back, marking you with a reminder of to nights fun, continuing my journey down your body until I am in line with your softening cock and take it in my mouth and was pleasantly surprised by the fact that it was still semi hard and tasted of my musky juice I was soon gobbling your cock and making it harder than it had been before. I was dying to feel your spunk shoot in my throat and to swallow every last drop down to my stomach. I took it deep down to the roots so far that my nose was touching your tummy, this excited you so much, you could feel the roughness of my neck as it rubbed on the sensitive dome of your cock. 

"your nothing but a cum slut, aren't you" you say, knowing how much I love spunk. " I am going to give it to you good and hard" as you fuck my face. 

"I am going to fill you mouth with my cum until you cant take any more, then let it drip down your front on to your tits, then I am going to watch you clean it all off, by yourself, I cant wait ummmmm." All I can do is groan in answer as my mouth is full of salty sweet cock and the moaning is setting up a vibration that sends shock waves through you pole and down to your balls. I rap my hands around you hardening balls and play gently with them as a run 1 finger over the crack in your ass and make you pant in delight. 

"ohh yess, I am going to cum. And cum, and you'd better take it all, you slut." as you fuck my face for all its worth, pushing your cock down my throat, your hands on the side of the car to support you. 

I feel your cock start to swell and know it wont be long till I have my wish, and apply more suction on the end of your cock and swirl my tongue around your purple throbbing head as the first drop of jism leaves you. I can follow its path with my mouth and suddenly you shout " godd yesss I am cummmming, yess take it slut, every drop, ummm thats it, all of it. " I swallow as much as I can, but some does escape and drips down my chin, hitting my nipples with a splash, I slurp the last drop from your slowly softening cock, run my tongue around my lips to check I haven't missed any.. I reach down to my tits and grab then hold, rising them to my lowered mouth, I feed my own nipples in to my mouth and lick them clean. 

"ohh baby, you always did give good head" you say with delight, " and I think the bearing on the piston are well enough greased now that there shouldn't be any more knocking sounds now until we can get to your house, but when we get there I'd better take another look and

Give you. I mean the car another good service " you said with a suggestive tilt of your head. 

"Ummmm and we'd better polish the seats as well, is cum bad for leather do you think " I reply laughing. As we get back in to the car I am wondering how to explain the stains and smells to the hire company, but they never batted an eyelid, he he he.