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Trust Me

By: sweetpetal



We were in his hotel room. With coaxing fingers he eased my buttons open and slid my blouse down my shoulders. My blouse caught behind me so that my locked arms forced my breasts to almost spill out of my silky, red bra. I felt hypnotized by his smoldering gaze that held my eyes and then dropped to admire the swells of my breasts. I moaned softly but he reached up with one finger and pressed it against my lips silencing me. He reached to cup my breasts gently at first and then clenched his fingertips as tight as a vise. Even through my bra the sensation caused me to gasp and squirm. 

He smiled knowingly and whispered into my ear, "you are my good girl." An involuntary tremor caused my pulse to quicken at his words. At the same time I squeezed my pussy lips and moaned again. His pace got faster as he ripped my blouse off completely and unhooked my bra. Taking a step backwards he eyed my naked breasts. I started to move my arms to cover myself but the look in his eye convinced me to stop. 

"Finish undressing for me babydoll." I felt my cheeks flush and my fingers got so shaky. I was feeling like a little girl, his little girl. Slowly I eased my skirt down my legs into a pile at my ankles. I shivered as self-conscious, goose bumps covered my body. I gazed at him through my lashes and saw his hand brush against his crotch. "Now your panties, pet." Looping my fingers into the sides of my red, bikini panties I inched them down. My pussy was almost completely bare except for a little tuft of dark, curl right at the entrance. I could feel the moisture gathering there and I wondered if he knew.

He knew. "Open your wet, little lips for me." I moaned louder this time as my fingers parted my swollen, throbbing pussy. He leaned in and rubbed one finger across my dew. I felt so greedy for more and I arched my hips forward like a beggar. Unheeding to my whines, he brought his finger up to my lips and as I opened for it he kissed me hard so that we both tasted my juices. 

"Whose treasure are you?" 

"Yours."

"Mine."

From his pocket he pulled out a black, silk, blindfold. Carefully, he lifted my mass of long, auburn hair and secured the blindfold around my eyes. I felt a wave of panic for a second and started to whimper but as I did so, his tongue flicked against my left earlobe bringing calmness to me. "Trust me, babydoll." 

His hand slipped into mine as he led me. I felt him lift my arms and nudge me gently backward. My bared ass was pressed up against something cold, smooth, and wide-the vertical support at the corner of the room. Around my wrists looped nylon cording drawing me in tighter against the beam and at the same time shifting my hips out further leaving me feeling very open. Trembles of anticipation and not knowing what was to take place next raked my body.

It seemed to get very quiet. Normally, he talked to me a lot. I strained against my binds and tilted my head to gain some hint as to what he was up to. I did not hear anything but in the next instance I felt a droplet of coldness splash down my breast and then another and another. Ice! He leaned in close and his body pressed into mine as he kissed me with the ice between his lips. Then I could feel the melting ice as he suckled each of my nipples, circling with his cold tongue. 

He was gone again. Or, so I thought. I cried out as burning drops stung my tender nipples and breasts. Wax! I thought he'd stop right away but it was if a shower of fire rained down on each nipple encasing and tightening. The ice numbness wore off and the stinging seemed to increase. He was cooing now and telling me how beautiful I looked. The smarting sensation eased away as his fingers gently pried loose the wax that covered each nipple. 

There wasn't much time to catch my breath, as I next felt something, thin and unbending stroking at my pussy. He pushed my thighs further apart and the rhythmic stroking continued. It was so gentle and teasing. The stroking started to turn into taps and I tried to cringe against the pole behind me. They seemed to reach out for me and stagger down my thighs. The taps were getting harder now and I could hear them snap against my delicate skin. I started crying out softly with each flick against my skin. I squirmed more frantically and he stopped. "Hold very still my good girl, very still." 

My heart thumped faster and harder and then the switch cracked against my thighs filling my brain with flashes of light at the pain. Almost as if in a dance the switch crept up higher to blaze a few times against my pussy. The pain was so intense it hurtled me into my deepest self and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I tilted my head back as next I felt healing lapping against my puffy entrance. His tongue lovingly curled into me. I moaned as pleasure washed over me replacing pain for now. 

Suddenly my wrists were loosened and I tumbled into his waiting arms to be held close. His hard cock pressed against me. I quivered against him hungrily knowing that we weren't finished but that I had, did, and always will trust him.

Trust Me



His hand snaked over her arm before his hand rested onto her full breast and his finger made small circular motions around her nipple feeling it erect once more.

"We can do this," he whispered, as his hand travelled slowly down over her taut, tanned stomach and towards her glistening pubic hair, matted with his cum deposited there only a few minutes earlier.

Tara turned her head away from him and stared at the bedroom wall. At times his apparent callousness turned her cold; at others his ability to dissimulate aroused her incredibly. 

By the time his finger was entering her soaking channel she knew, once again, that she would agree to anything he suggested, as she had that first time when he had slipped into her bedroom, unbidden, and their illicit relationship had begun.

She had just turned eighteen, as if he had awaited his moment, when she had looked up at him standing close to her bed and watched, mesmerised, as he pulled the covers slowly off her and feasted his eyes on her naked form. Although she knew it was wrong she hadn't stopped him as his hand stroked over her, caressing her breasts before moving down and cupping her still virginal cunt. 

She had moaned, almost involuntarily voicing her encouragement to him, as his finger had invaded her and, as his other hand began unbuttoning his shirt and then unzipping his jeans, it seemed almost natural that her first foray into a sexual relationship would be with the person she had grown up with. His cock had seemed so very big as it entered first her mouth then that tight secret place she had been brought up to believe was reserved for the marital bed . . . how naïve she had been.

As he had taken her virginity, gently, lovingly, she knew, in the precise moment his ejaculate filled the reservoir of the tightly encased condom, that she was his, forever.

But this was different. What he was proposing contravened all the laws of God and man . . . for money.

"Do you want to be old and rich, or young and rich? What's it to be?"

"Neither, I only want to be with you." she replied.

"What . . . stolen moments in hotels or when 'they' decide to go out, is that what you want? Is it?" he said harshly.

"No, of course not, but to do what you suggest . . . I don't know if I can."

"You don't have to. Just make two phone calls, that's all you have to do. I'll do the rest."

"Do you hate them so much, Jason?"

"No, I just love you more, that's all. With the money we can go to South America . . . anywhere, and be man and wife like you always wanted."

"I know, but what if we get caught? I could never survive jail . . . I know I couldn't."

"We won't get caught, my darling, I have it all planned. In a few weeks we'll be rich, and free to do whatever we want, trust me."

"I do trust you, Jason, but I'm so frightened . . . hold me, tell me it will be ok."

He rolled over onto her and as his cock, still wet from their combined fluids, entered her he whispered, once again, "Trust me, Tara, trust me."

Her hand slid down his broad muscular back and onto his buttocks pulling him deeper into her, his cock fitting perfectly into the channel their parent's DNA had deemed for her, as if it knew what the future would bring. No longer a thin sleeve of latex to separate them, she had gone on the pill months earlier. Now the feel of his sperm shooting high onto her cervix could send her into paroxysms of pleasure and, she believed, always would. She would agree to anything just to feel him inside her, filling her, his pubic bone pounding at her sensitive clitoris, until she came, explosively. 

 * * * * *

"It's next week," he said, as he lay his head back onto the pillow and stared intently at a small discolouration on the ceiling, avoiding her eyes and the condemnation he knew would appear there.

She removed his erect cock from her mouth and after licking the length of his hard shaft smiled up at him. "What's next week?"

"When we do it," he replied.

Her hand halted its movement up and down his shaft and her eyes travelled the length of his torso to his face trying to lock onto his, but he still avoided her look.

"What's next week?" she repeated, knowing the answer but needing him to say it, and dreading his reply.

"Next week we'll be rich . . . we agreed."

She swung her legs off the bed and walked slowly to the full length mirror in the corner of the room and stared at his reflection, hoping for a smile or grin, anything to tell her he was only joking; but he was still peering intently at the ceiling as if searching for something hidden in the undulations of the stippled effect plaster. His cock was still hard, waiting for her to finish what she had started, waiting to direct the full load filling his balls into the back of her throat, as he liked, but she had more pressing things to think about now.

"I didn't think you meant it, not really. Say you're joking, Jason, please say you're joking."

"We have to do it," he said, joining her at the mirror, his cock pushing into the cleft of her buttocks, his head resting on her shoulder.

"We can't live like this . . . they both have to die, you understand, don't you?"

She didn't reply, concentrating only on his cock which was pushing urgently at her, and she leant forward supporting herself on the sides of the mirror as it slid into her still moist cunt. As his hips swung driving him deeper and deeper on each stroke he began to outline his plan, whispering quietly into her ear, each salient point punctuated by a thrust until her impending orgasm caused his words to recede into muffled mutterings. He spun her around and quickly down onto her knees, his cock only just making the confines of her mouth and the recesses of her throat in time to deposit load after load of hot cum inside.

"And then we'll be rich," she heard him say through the haze of her orgasm, "richer than we ever believed we could be. Brazil, Mexico . . . anywhere you want to go, it's all ours for the taking."

She was still swallowing as she rose up in front of him and, resting her head onto his shoulder, whispered quietly into his ear, "Let's do it." 

 * * * * *

They sat in the lounge area of the large house as, for what seemed the tenth time, Jason detailed his plan to her. Timing was everything, he stressed, nothing must interrupt her actions; all she had to do was make two telephone calls. 

"We could get someone else to do it, Jason, we needn't be involved. Say we could, Jason, please?" The desperation caused a catch in her voice, but his remained as resolute as ever.

"And be open to blackmail for the rest of our lives? Wherever we went, whatever we did, we would be wondering if someone had discovered what we'd done. Do you want to be watching every face . . . does he know? Has she worked it out? No . . . 'we' have to do this. No one else must be involved, only us. Look, all you have to do is make a couple of calls, that's it, I'll do the rest. Trust me."

How many times had he asked her to trust him, she thought, as if he felt the need to repeat it over and over again? She walked slowly towards the bay windows and looked out onto the rolling green lawns and down to the stream at the bottom of the garden and lit another cigarette, ignoring the one still smouldering in the glass ashtray. 

"I'm smoking too much," she said, more to herself than him.

Jason stood and crossed the room to her pulling her tight against his body, her back moulding itself against his front. She felt the familiar pushing against her backside as his cock began to stir in his jeans.

"Not now, Jason, please not now," she whispered, drawing another lungful of toxic smoke deep inside. 

"It'll help you relax," he said, as one hand slipped down to caress her mound while the other rubbed sensuously over her bra encased breasts.

She turned slowly, causing his hands to lose contact with her, and stepped away from him. "How can you think of sex now," she admonished, "while we're talking about killing our own parents?"

"It turns me on," he said, as he unzipped his jeans and drew out his already erect cock and begun wanking slowly in front of her.

"You can't be serious?" she muttered, her eyes only leaving the methodical stroking going on to watch as the glazed expression began to cover Jason's face.

It was as if another part of her consciousness had taken over and, after depositing anther barely smoked cigarette into the overflowing ashtray, she felt her hands stretching backwards to ease the zipper of her dress down before stepping forward naked, towards him. 

He smiled as she sunk down to her knees feeding his rampant cock deep into her mouth and sucking greedily on him. Her own hand moved down over her soft downy pubic hair and began teasing at her clit before a finger dipped easily inside her silky folds.

Rising and turning she rested her hands onto the windowsill and felt his cock slide gently into her warm, welcoming chasm. As she stared over the immaculately manicured lawn she felt his thrusting becoming faster, deeper and within a few seconds heard his groan as he flooded her with his seed. 

He withdrew and stepped back, his cock still dripping cum onto the carpet as she turned feeling his warm fluid running slowly down her thigh. She knew what he wanted, expected, and dropping once more to her knees took his cock into her mouth to lick it clean of his copious ejaculate.

She hadn't climaxed, and she needed to desperately, so sitting in a large armchair, her legs draped over the armrests, she began to masturbate. He watched, as with one hand she rubbed frantically at her erect nub while the other dipped and delved into her gaping opening. 

Jason, his cock once more beginning to rise, began to wank, keeping time with his sister's stroking. He could feel the tingling of his approaching climax filling his groin and inched slowly towards her; straddling the chair he continued to rub at his erect organ, now inches from her face. Her mouth opened ready to receive his cum and once again he did not disappoint her, jet after jet hitting its target to be swallowed greedily and her mouth encased him, the remnants licked and savoured as before. 

 * * * * *

He stared intently at the second hand of his watch as it ticked around to 10:00 then picked up the handset and rang reception.

Susan had been waiting expectantly for his call; he always rang at this time for his nightcap, hating the whiskey the hotel provided in the mini-bar. It was also the time for his flirting and more, if he had the time. The warbling of the phone brought a smile to Susan' face and she turned away from the cctv monitors she had been watching intently and removed the handset. 

She had been an avid viewer since she had spied one of the 'working girls' who frequented the hotel giving a bj in a hallway, it passed the time in an otherwise boring job and give her some hints, if she needed them. It had been months earlier when the manager, in a desperate attempt to bring in some much needed revenue, had stopped recording the 'action' in the hallways although the cameras were still there and functioning. He had stopped short of turning it into an 'anything goes' type of hotel, but only just. By making it known that taking one of the numerous 'ladies' who worked the area back to the room would neither be condemned nor recorded, business had certainly improved. "Hi, Susan, it's Jason, could you bring a whiskey up to my room, please?"

"Can't you come down for it, Jason. Since we put the wi-fi system in the hotel you businessmen spend more time lying on your bed than in the bar and the sheets in the morning are like cardboard, always knew you were a group of wankers."

"Now, now, Susan is that anyway to talk to a guest?" he laughed, "anyway you should know I save all my cum for you, not waste it on some white sheet."

"Ha, and do you expect me to believe that. I shouldn't leave the desk really, you know I shouldn't." "Yes, but be a nice girl, won't you?"

"Ok, but can I stay, if someone will cover for me?" she begged.

"No, staying wouldn't be a good idea, I've so much work and must get an early night, but tomorrow we can play all afternoon. I'll build up a nice load for you by then, how's that?"

"You've persuaded me, but only this once," she replied sulkily.

"Thanks, Susan, see you in a few minutes, ok?"

Susan picked up the already poured glass and walked quickly over to the lift. She had suggested, more than once, that he take his own bottle to the room, but he had remarked that the temptation to drink more than he should before a meeting would be too great. Anyway, it was a chance for her to earn some extra cash, after all why should she not share in the big bucks being made by the pros, she was as good as most of them, if not better. 

He replaced the handset and waited until the soft knock at the door told him his drink, and Susan, had arrived. He opened the door and she slipped into the room, the drink in one hand, the other slowly opening her blouse.

"I can't", he whispered, "not tonight, tomorrow."

Her hand slid down and cupped the growing bulge in his trousers and he groaned loudly before pulling her hand gently away and unzipping himself. His cock was rock hard as she slipped to her knees to take him deep into her mouth. This was where he had to exercise more control than he had ever before and he pulled her upright.

"Tomorrow," he said, "I have to work, then we'll fuck all afternoon."

"I'll hold you to that, as well as other places." she laughed.

Jason smiled and glanced at his watch; even though his cock ached for her, now was not the time. He ushered her to the door almost tripping over the telephone cable to his laptop in his haste. She turned to leave giving him a flash of snow-white breast before buttoning up her blouse and winking broadly at him.

"Later then," she whispered.

Jason leant against the door, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, as he slipped an untraceable cell phone into his pocket. If everything went to plan in a few hours he'd be rich or condemned to a decade or more in one of Her Majesty's Prisons. For the first time he began to wonder which one it was to be. 

Tara looked at her watch, almost midnight, and reached for her cell phone.

"Must call my parents and let them know I'll be home shortly," she announced to the girls squashed into the lounge of her closest friend's small cottage.

"Hi, mum," she said, "I'll be home in about fifteen minutes and no I'm not drunk. The girls will tell you, here, I'll put them on."

The cell phone was passed amongst the giggling crowd each one verifying Tara's assertion of her sobriety, and eventually she disconnected the call only to repeat the process calling the hotel in which her brother was staying.

Tara spoke first to the receptionist, "Hi there, I know it's late but could you put me through to my brother, Jason Thompson, I don't know his room number . . . you must be Susan." 

The receptionist's reply was lost to the girls but after a few minutes of small talk with Susan they knew the call had been forwarded and her brother had answered. "Hi, Jason, I'm just calling you to let you know that the party's over and I'm going home with Jenny. No I'm not drunk, you're like mum. I'll prove it, here girls talk to Jason."

The cell phone was once again passed around and a conversation full of innuendo ensued between the girls and Jason who flirted wildly with each of them.

"Midnight," Tara announced, "Must go, you ready, Jenny?"

"Sure," Jenny answered and the two girls began the short walk back to Tara's home. It was exactly fifteen minutes past midnight when Tara inserted her key into the lock and swung the front door open. Even though Jason had explained everything the scene that confronted her was one neither she nor an equally distraught Jenny would ever forget.

Jenny screamed and threw up onto the hall carpet while Tara looked wide-eyed at her parent's bodies lying in pools of blood on the lounge floor.

 * * * * *

"Both of them were killed by a single shot to the chest, sir," Constable James explained. "The daughter and her girlfriend found them about 12:15."

Inspector Brian Hall stood at the entrance to the lounge and allowed his expert eyes to survey the room, trying to take in as many details as possible without entering the crime scene.

"You didn't touch anything, did you?" He glared at the constable, "tell me now if you did."

"No, sir, I confirmed that they were dead and called it in, I touched nothing, except the bodies of course and just to check for a pulse."

"You better not have," he growled, "or you're finished. Where are the girls now?"

"In a neighbour's house," the constable gestured over to a large property, which could just be seen through the open front door.

"Did they say anything when you arrived?" the inspector enquired.

"Not about the murder, sir, they were too traumatised. The daughter mentioned a brother though who's staying in a hotel somewhere close, but I couldn't get much sense out of her, as you would expect." 

"Go and speak to the daughter, what's her name?"

"Tara, sir."

"Ok, don't question her, I only want to know which hotel her brother is in, we'd better get him here, and take Constable Jones with you, you may need a policewoman to calm her down."

Brian Hall looked at his watch as the forensics team pulled up onto the drive, 01:45. Not bad, he thought, to have a full team on site within an hour and a quarter of a report was better than they usually did. 

The inspector moved outside and watched as the 'experts' began to unload their equipment, totally ignoring him for the present until Dave Elliot, an old friend from past enquires, spotted him.

"Hi, Bri, solved it yet?"

"Sure," he answered, "the fuckin' butler did it." 

"I can go home to bed then," Dave smiled ironically at the inspector.

"I wish," Brian replied, "I have a horrible feeling this is going to be a twat to solve."

"Oh yes, and why's that?" Dave enquired as he began to pull on a white coverall to protect the crime scene.

"Take a look yourself; it has all the hallmarks of a professional hit. Single shot to the chest, death instantaneous, and no witnesses. Now where's that fuckin' plod got to with that hotel's name."

Dave Elliot shrugged his shoulders and entered the house.

It was almost two o'clock when Constable James walked up the short drive accompanied by the policewoman who was obviously upset by her visit to the girls. 

Brian watched as they approached shaking his head and wondering how good Jones, the policewoman, would be in a crisis.

"The brother's staying at Carlton hotel in Middlewich, sir." 

"Good, well done, and take 'her' somewhere out of site of the media who no doubt are on their way here even as we speak," the Inspector replied gesturing towards the policewoman, "we don't want to make a bad impression this early in the investigation, do we?" 

Constable James turned to go and then paused, which was not unnoticed by the inspector.

"I know you said not to interview the daughter, but she volunteered it."

"And what exactly did she 'volunteer'?" Inspector Hall asked, "I hope you haven't fucked anything up, James, or you're on traffic for the rest of your life, if you're lucky."

"No, sir, she blurted it out to us both," the constable said nodding to the policewoman who had stopped crying for a minute. "She said she talked to her mother at just before midnight and her brother at his hotel shortly after."

Brian Hall looked intently at the constable, "Did she ring either of them on their cell phones? Or did she not say?"

"She said she rang her mother on the home phone and her brother at the hotel via the reception desk. That puts the son out of the frame for this, doesn't it, sir? There's no way he could have spoken to the sister at midnight from the hotel and killed the parents within fifteen minutes, it's seventy miles at least, that's not possible."




Trust Me



"Guess so, but since when did you become a detective, James?"

"Sorry, sir, just saying. I know most murders are committed by the family, but in this case it can't be, can it?"

"You do your job and I'll do mine. By the way, what did Mr. Thompson do for all this money, do we know yet?"

"Yes, sir, import/export."

Alarm bells began to ring in Brian Hall's mind, "Importing and exporting what exactly?"

"Anything and everything, or so I'm told. Do you think that is what got him killed?"

"Hey, at this stage it could be too many parking offences and an over zealous traffic warden taking the law into his own hands for all we know. Let's wait for forensics, ok?" But the inspector's imagination had already dismissed the family, almost, and moved elsewhere, as Jason had planned and expected.

 * * * *

"Ok, what have we got people?" Inspector Hall said, addressing the crowd of police officers crowded into the small office at the local police station.

A young, attractive policewoman stood up at the back of the room and, even though conscious of all the eyes on her, consulted her notes and spoke in a practiced, assured voice. 

"The brother and sister's alibis pan out. The killings occurred between midnight and fifteen minutes past. She has a group of friends who confirm she was with them when the murders were committed and the hotel receptionist forwarded the daughter's call to Jason Thompson's room at midnight and he answered; both the receptionist and the daughter spoke to him as well as the daughter's friends. Also the cctv footage from the hotel show that his car never left the car park. The other cameras don't record but are monitored, the receptionists say that no one left the hotel between ten p.m. and seven o'clock the next day, the cameras are watched from the reception desk. It has to be someone associated with Thompson's business, it just has to be. " 

The murmurs, which went around the room, indicated that the feeling of the other officers were the same but James wasn't so sure and he didn't run an investigation by consensus, at least until his superior took over the meeting. 

Whether it was his superior's opinion or he was influenced by the reaction of the other officers in the room Hall didn't know but Chief Inspector Duncan Prist made his feelings known immediately.

"Have you contacted Interpol about the import/export business yet, Hall?" he waded in immediately.

"Not yet, sir," Hall answered, annoyed that he was being questioned in front of his junior officers. "We're still trying to completely exclude the family from the investigation." 

"From what I've heard they've excluded themselves, haven't they? Concentrate on the business interest, that's where the answer lies. Drugs or people trafficking, it'll be tied up with that, I'll bet my pension on it. Leave the family to grieve, Hall, that's an order." 

Chief Inspector Duncan Prist strode purposefully from the room; it excited him to be able to exercise his authority and to leave no doubt as to who was ultimately in charge.

Inspector Hall sighed long and deeply before addressing the assembled crowd, making little attempt trying to hide his feelings regarding the Chief Inspector's comments. 

"Ok, people, you heard the man, get back to work and leave the family out of the investigation unless you speak to me first."

 * * * * *

Jason walked into what had been their parent's bedroom and watched as Tara stretched before pulling aside the covers and swinging her long legs on to floor. His penis straightened and swelled as he crossed the floor towards her and his sister smiled in relief as she reached out to caress him. At first the merest glimpse of her long legs, pert breasts or neatly shaven pussy was enough to send his cock hard and barely a day had passed without him taking her at least twice in as many rooms as possible. But in the last few months he had seemed colder towards her. It was as if the more available she had become the less he wanted her. 

When will we be able to leave?" She whispered as her long fingers slid up and down his hard shaft, "I hate it here." 

"Soon, darling, soon. When the insurance company pays out we'll sell up and go. I've heard that the police are concentrating all their efforts on the business, so we are in the clear, there should be no need for any delay."

His hips swung and Tara's mouth covered his cock, she knew his climax was imminent. Since 'that day' his arousal seemed to be getting quicker but she suspected it was the thought of what he had done that exited him far more than she did, and it worried her. His expressions of love, once so sincere, now had a hollow ring to them.

His groans interrupted her thoughts and as his cum filled her mouth and trickled slowly down her throat he, once again, made no attempt to satisfy her, leaving her kneeling by the bed as he moved to the bathroom. 

"I have to go away on business for a couple of days again, would you pack for me, darling?" she heard him shout above the sound of the cascading shower. 

She didn't answer him, neither did she dress. 

Tara was standing, naked, when he entered the bedroom holding his case and hoping that he would make some gesture, utter some words that would dispel her fears, but with a soft, almost chaste, kiss he left.

 * * * * *

The car slid slowly to a halt in the hotel car park, Tara's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and, for what seemed like the hundredth time, she wondered if she should really be there. 

One minute she trusted him implicitly, the next . . . . Why was he acting so coldly, so aloof, as if he'd tired of her, so soon? And more importantly why did he need to keep coming here to this hotel? He could afford better than this now. Maybe he had another reason to come here? And that reason kept searing its way into her brain . . . Susan, Susan, Susan. Was it her imagination or did his voice soften, just a little, when he mentioned her? 

Tara found herself staring through the plate glass windows and into the foyer of the Carlton Hotel. It was 10 p.m. and she watched as a pretty, blond haired receptionist poured a large measure of whiskey into a glass before walking quickly towards the elevators. Tara waited until the doors closed and entered the hotel. It was exactly as Jason had described it and within seconds she was looking down at the monitors that covered the hallways outside the guest's rooms.

She saw Susan emerge from the open doors and glide slowly down the hallway her smile broadening as, when about halfway along, a door opened and Jason emerged. A naked Jason, an aroused Jason.

Tara stifled a sob as she watched as the receptionist reached down and begin stroking his hard rod and, worse still, bent at the waist to take the cock, 'her' cock', deep into her mouth. It was only for a few seconds, but it was enough to tell Tara all she needed to know. She ran from the hotel and back towards her car gnawing on her knuckle to stifle the scream rising within her.

Two hours later Tara was slumped into a chair, a bottle of Jason's whiskey and an almost full tumbler alongside her on a small table. Her parents had died in this room, and for what? So Jason could be rich and play the field. That was all this was about . . . money, not her, not them, only money. Tara felt used, dirty and for the first time in her young life, alone.

The alcohol dulled the pain but not the memory and Tara slipped into a drunken sleep with the vision of her parent's bloodied bodies lying on the lounge floor at her feet.

Daylight brought her out of her nightmares but into the even worse horror of her predicament. She had to think, and she couldn't do it there. 

She dressed, left the house and walked slowly down the green, baize-like lawn and over the stream. Her path took her unerringly towards the small copse at the top of the hill where, as children, she and Jason used to play. Those had been idyllic times when they had pledged their love for each other, but were too young to realise what that really meant or where their innocent expression of affection would eventually take them. 

Tara found herself at the place where Jason had rescued her from the 'red Indians' who had captured her from the wagon train or the cruel 'black knight' imprisoning her in his lofty castle. Jason, always the hero, the rescuer of the damsel in distress, the cavalry who turned up in the nick of time to slay the wrongdoer . . . . but now, Jason the cheat, Jason the destroyer of lives, Jason the murderer.

She leant against the tall oak, the centrepiece of the copse, and sunk down sitting next to their secret place. The place they hid all the precious things whose value could only be seen through a child's eye. A marble, a toy car with a missing wheel, some costume jewellery given away free with a bag of sweets . . . . a gun.

Tara stared at it, how could he have brought it here, defiling their place with this obscene item? And yet she reached out and lifted it onto her lap. This killed her parents, she thought, but then . . . no . . . this is what Jason killed them with. 

She was sitting in the lounge when Jason returned, the gun in her lap, her hand tightly gripping the butt. 

She heard him shout from the hallway, but didn't look up; she sat staring at the black instrument of death cradled in her hands.

"Tara, you home?"

He peered into the lounge and the smile which was forming on his face evaporated, as he saw what she was holding.

"Fuckin' hell, Tara, take that back to where you found it, the police could come round at any time. Why did you bring it here?"

Tara's measured tones stopped his rhetoric in its tracks.

"I saw you. Last night I saw you with that slut of a receptionist. Did you think I wouldn't find out, Jason? Are you fucking her, or does she just suck you off? Do you pay her? Tell me all, Jason . . . tell me now." 

"It's just a fling, it means nothing, you should know that. It's just you and me; it's always been you and me and always will be. Now put that thing down."

He watched and, sensing her hesitancy, began to inch slowly towards her.

His movement caused her to look up and he stopped, searching for words to defuse the situation.

"Tara, give me the gun, please Tara, trust me"

Jason's words cut into her heart, into her very soul, and slowly, deliberately she raised the gun and fired. It was as if fate was controlling everything. In spite of never having fired a gun before the 9 grams of copper and lead hurtled its way unerringly to a point midway between Jason's eyes and he was dead before his body slumped to the floor. Once more the Thompson family blood oozed out through the lounge carpet and onto the hardwood floor below. 

 * * * * *

Tara entered the police station, the gun still held at her side. The desk sergeant pushed frantically at the emergency call button as civilians backed away into the recesses of the foyer. 

Tara looked around, almost surprised by the reactions and placed the gun onto the desk. "Could I speak to Inspector Hall, please?" She said in a quiet, measured tone, belying the events around her.

"I'll get him," the police officer replied, his hand sneaking across the desk and gripping the gun. As he pulled it towards him two others tore into the room and pinioned her hands behind her back. A collective sigh of relief echoed around and she was led, with a look of surprise at their reaction on her face, behind the counter and towards the rear of the police station.

 * * * * *

"We've found Jason." The Inspector started the interrogation watching her reaction to every question or comment as close as any psychiatrist would a patient, always looking for the tell-tale signs that he learned over the years which would indicate a lie or 'equally importantly' a line of questioning to pursue more intently. 

She said nothing for a few seconds then, "Jason killed them, you know."

"I guessed he did; want to tell me how he did it?"

"He told me you wouldn't figure it out, especially when you discovered what dad did for a living, he was right wasn't he?"

"Yes, he was right," the inspector knew that from now on it was best left to her to find her own pace in recounting the events, so he settled back into a chair and waited.

"It was simple really, but I suppose most mysteries are when you know how it was done."

Brian Hall began to tinker with a plastic cup of water on the desk in front of him. He was getting impatient, almost desperate, to know how the murder had been committed; one of the few he hadn't been able to unravel in his time as a police officer.

She started: "A while ago Jason had some trouble with his laptop so he had software installed which allowed another computer to access it and takeover. It was then he had the idea. He knew that the hotel had a wi-fi system so he could control his laptop from another, anywhere he wanted. With a little tinkering with the settings he discovered he could answer an incoming call from a remote place, but he had to have the telephone line plugged in as well. 

"He did think he'd given the game away when he stumbled over the phone line you don't need on wi-fi when that bitch Susan was in the room, but she didn't notice. From then on all he had to do was get out of the hotel and back without being seen.

"That was the easy part. He established a pattern of asking for a glass of whiskey at ten each night, knowing that after it was delivered he would have the time it took the receptionist to get from his room to the desk to leave the hotel. The manager made it clear to the guests that the corridors weren't recorded so he only had to worry about someone watching the monitors.

"He sneaked out, placing a wedge under the bolt on the fire door so he could get back in later and, avoiding the camera in the car park which he knew 'was' recording, collected another car and drove to our home." 

"Hold on," the inspector interrupted, "how did he get another car, there weren't any others registered to him?"

"He bought one at an auction, paid cash, and never sent the slip in. I'm not sure of the details. He rented a garage through the business; you'll find it eventually, it's close to the hotel. That was why the calls I made were so important. We had to establish that our parents were alive at midnight and," she paused slightly, "dead at fifteen minutes past. That would give him his alibi."

"And how did he get back into the hotel afterwards?" the inspector asked.

"He used an untraceable mobile phone to ring the hotel. He knew the receptionist had to turn away from the monitors to answer the call giving him just enough time to reach his room, taking out the plastic wedge as he went in."

"That was why you couldn't tell us which hotel it was when we arrived at the house until later?" 

She smiled slightly at him, "Yes, I played a good part; I even had that policewoman in tears." 

"I think I can guess why you killed Jason." The inspector watched her reaction closely. "He was having an affair with the receptionist, Susan. We discovered that early on, but we didn't think she was involved. She was playing around with quite a few of the guests; we think she did it for money." 

"A common prostitute, he betrayed me with a common prostitute," Tara's head slumped onto the desk for a few seconds, then she added with a slight smile, "Well, he paid the price, didn't he? I would have forgiven him, you know, until he asked me that."

"Asked you what, Tara?"

"To 'trust him', again."



Trust Me?



They had a long-running game that they always played. It was called "Trust Me?"

The rules were simple, really. They took turns, Stan having total control over Jackie for a weekend, followed by his total submission to Jackie on the following weekend. There was to be nothing that one couldn't do, should he or she desire it. There were no safe words, no refusals allowed. It was to be a sort of affirmation of trust and love each and every week. If one didn't really like what was transpiring, it was to be discussed later, after the weekend was over. In the meantime, the submissive was there to submit, to provide pleasure to the dominant. Thus far, there had been no complaints either way, as they had been very careful about overstepping boundaries with each other, and constantly sought out pleasure for both the top and the bottom of their game's equation. This was the way they kept their sex life alive through seven years of marriage. It involved mostly vanilla activities, although their game had escalated a bit over the years to include the use of several marital aids - dildos and vibrators, to be a bit more coarse - and lately, Stan had become interested in light bondage, to Jackie's glee.

This coming weekend was Stan's turn to be in control. He had stopped off at his local adult book store, and then Wal-Mart, to make some purchases, but had kept them from Jackie's view.

Upon his arrival from work on Friday evening, he began the game with the usual ritual question, "Do you trust me?" Jackie could tell, however, that he was more excited than usual, perhaps even a bit apprehensive at what was to occur at his own hands.

Jackie looked deeply into his eyes, and answered with the correct response.

"I trust you completely. Do with me as you wish, m'Lord."

Stan opened the book store bag he had in hand, rummaged around, and pulled out a black blindfold, which he proceded to place in position over her eyes. He then removed her clothes, very slowly, while teasingly running his fingertips over her flesh as it became exposed to him. When she was naked, he opened his Wal-Mart bag, and took out four dog collars. There were two wide blue nylon ones, almost long enough to be a belt for either of them, which he buckled around Jackie's thighs, about midway between her knees and her moistening pussy. Then he placed some narrow collars on her wrists, in the same electric blue as the ones on her thighs. Then he removed the double-ended spring clips from the bag, and clipped them to the D-rings on the collars at her wrists. Finally, he clipped the other ends onto the D-rings of the collars on Jackie's thighs. This caused her to bend forward slightly, her breasts swaying freely, to his delight. He reached over and jiggled them, enjoying their bounce.

Taking the fifth collar, one in spiked black leather that he'd gotten from the fetish section of the book store, Stan buckled it in place around Jackie's neck. He then attached a leash, again in electric blue, to the D-ring of the leash, and led Jackie to their dining table. Her thighs met the table in front of her, and she stopped with her wrists tied to her thighs. She jumped a bit when Stan began tying her ankles to the legs of the dining room table. When her legs were spread and firmly attached, Stan went to the other end of the table, and yanked it apart as if he were going to place the leaf in the center to expand it for more diners. Jackie gasped at the tension she felt at her tied ankles, but relaxed again as Stan went to her, and gently guided her to lay her torso onto the table top. She found that her breasts fell into the opening for the extra leaf of the table, and gasped yet again as Stan pushed the table back together until it began to press gently on her hanging breasts. Once the ridge of the table touched her breasts, Stan stopped closing the table together. He grabbed the leash, and draped it off the far side of the table, grabbed his book store bag, and crawled under. He tugged on her nipples, saw them harden, and then placed the brand new nipple clips on each of Jackies protruding nubbins, and tightened them until he heard her gasp yet again. There was a chain tying the two clips together, and Stan tied the end of the leash to this chain. Jackie realized that she was more helpless than she'd ever been in her life. If she dared to rise up, the leash would pull on the nipple clips. She couldn't get away in any case, with her hands tied to her thighs, and her legs to the table legs. She was open and vulnerable.

A thrill went through her entire frame, and she sighed anxiously in her anticipation of what was to come next from her creative husband.

Stan stood back to admire his handiwork, he stripped and stroked his throbbing cock as his plans unfolded before him. She was positively dripping in anxious expectation of what was to come.

He gently swatted her ass cheeks, then increased the pressure, spanking her harder and harder. Jackie was moaning, her ass burning. Suddenly, Stan stopped.

As she waited helplessly, Stan watched Jackie's cheeks turn a nice deep red-pink color. He casually stuffed two fingers in her pussy, and Jackie spasmed on them, already cumming unexpectedly. He chuckled, letting her slowly drop from her orgasmic high, and yanked his fingers out of her drenched lips as she moaned again at the seeming violence of his act.

"I have some big plans for you this weekend, my pet," Stan purred, barely petting her hot ass with his cool hand. "You're going to beg for things you've never had before."

Jackie moaned, her anxiety rising. He'd never acted this aggressive, before.

Stan knelt at her backside and tickled her dripping cunt with a fingertip, and she wriggled as much as she could to increase the sensation. He leaned forward and licked her, from the top of her pussy to her anus. Jackie pulled up at this, and felt the tug at her nipples. Stan had never touched her asshole before, yet now he was licking her there! He repeated the action, and she knew then that it was actually his intention to explore her butt, and she was helpless to do anything other than remain in position and accept it.

It felt so....dirty! Good, in a way, but oh so strange. His tongue was inside her, now, worming around, slithering in and out. Jackie was shuddering in delight and trepidation of what was to come, if he kept this type of activity up. They had never discussed or even considered anal sex before, and yet here was Stan, tongue-fucking her most private portal. She dared not object, as that would end their game on a bad note, but she wasn't at all sure that she wanted this to continue. She clenched her anus down on his tongue, and Stan chuckled again, while tickling her clit with a fingertip.

Stan stood, and let her cool down a bit, watching as Jackie's muscles began to relax, her body covered in a light sheen of fear sweat.

Once she had relaxed, he poured a good amount of the warming massage oil over her ass cleft. It felt cold at first, and Jackie let out a hiss of surprize, followed by a loud groan as his hand went straight to her ass and began to rub the quickly warming oil into her skin. He teased her hole with a finger, and she gasped. He changed position again, now licking her clit so gently she could barely feel it, as his finger again sought out her back door. Jackie's hands were making fists at her thighs. She didn't want this. She had to have it. Her mind was spinning, her throat was gasping and swallowing air quickly as the sensations continued unabated.

Stan's finger was sliding into her, now. Her hands opened wide. His tongue was lapping at her pleasure center more avidly. She found herself pushing back onto his digit in spite of herself.

He dug another finger into her, all slippery with oil. Letting it enter hand deep, he twisted his fingers in her clenching ass. She could feel his other fingers rub in the crevice of her split cheeks, and imagined what it must look like, her ass glistening with the lube, glowing after the spanking. Jackie felt beautiful.

Stan stood again, leaving his fingers inside her. He stepped up and placed his cock in her hand. Jackie grabbed it and tried to milk it, but her restraints prevented her. She moaned in frustration as Stan chuckled in his total mastery of her responses.

He leaned in to her ear and whispered, "You will beg for my cock in your ass before this night is done."

Jackie shook all over at his words, the warmth of his breath at her ear, and the possessively evil tone of Stan's voice. He had never sounded so masterful with her, before. She knew it would happen, just by hearing his words. She also knew she would try to avoid it if she could. That made the game that much sweeter. He sounded so sure of himself, so positive in his prediction, that Jackie felt overwhelmed by his power over her helpless form. She grasped his cock tighter.

Stan gently pried her fingers off his member, and walked back to her very hot ass. He ever so slowly tugged his fingers from her, and lay his cock on the split between her cheeks. As he began a gentle fucking motion, rubbing up and down the crack of her ass, Jackie's breath came in shaking sobs. Her head came up, but it tugged on her nipples, and she had to return to her submissive posture or hurt herself. She groaned again, and wiggled her ass from side to side as far as she could, knowing all the while that it would surely further inflame him, would solidify his intent that much more in his mind. Jackie knew her final virginity was to be lost this night, and her heartbeat quickened as she found herself looking forward to her ultimate defloration at the hands of her masterful lover.

Stan reached back into his bag of tricks, and withdrew a thin butt plug. He greased it up with the warming lube, and deftly slipped it into his wife. Then his cock seemed to find its way into her pussy, and he began to fuck her with long, slow thrusts. He was teasing her. At this point, all she wanted was to be fucked, and fucked hard, but Stan had other plans. He ever so slowly penetrated her, and just as slowly withdrew. He kept this up for at least five minutes, while he tugged and pushed on her butt plug. It seemed like an eternity to the frustrated woman. She was whining, trying to move on his cock, but unable, due to her bindings. Her breasts were swaying in the table's opening, and the weight of the leash and the chain tugging on her tormented nipples was driving her insane. Stan withdrew completely, and Jackie howled.

He stepped back to watch as she twisted in her bonds. He reached under the table, and unclipped her nipples. The blood rushing in to her crushed sensitive points had her writhing in a pleasurable agony with no orgasm in sight. As she wriggled, Stan slipped a finger in alongside the little butt plug, and Jackie was trembling as she moaned in need. He slowly unplugged her ass, and replaced it with a slightly larger toy. Jackie gasped as it seated itself within her clasping sphincter, her cheeks clenching as it popped through her tight portal.

He then bent and untied her legs. Gripping the leash, Stan guided Jackie to stand on her shaking legs, and made her walk around the table with the butt plug imbedded in her ass, the slippery globes of her ass sliding over each other with the lube. He made her stand as he retrieved a towel to put on the ottoman in the living room, and then he walked his victim to lie in position over the piece of furniture.

He knelt at her head, and brushed his cock over her lips.

"You have three minutes to make me cum in your mouth. No hands, now," he laughed at his joke, since her hands were still attached to her thighs.

She gulped him in and began pumping her head up and down on his organ. Stan almost lost it in her mouth, but managed to hold off for the entire three minutes as she desperately tried to bring him off.

She could taste the cinnamon in the warming lubricant on his cock. Her mouth watered at the taste, and it was a relief after all the heavy breathing she'd been doing earlier that had dried her mouth out.

"Too bad, love. Your time is up. Couldn't do it, huh? I suppose that a punishment is in order. First, though, I think we could use some refreshment."

Suddenly, the plug in her ass began to vibrate, and Jackie hissed and clenched her cheeks together at the unexpected tingling effects of the toy. Stan laughed as he walked to the kitchen, telling her to stay there and keep warm.

He soon returned with a bottle of sparkling Spumanti, a single glass, and a long straw. He poured himself a glass, then set the bottle on the floor in front of his wife, with the straw poking at her lips. Jackie greedily sucked at it, and the effervescent liquid filled and expanded in her belly. She gave a very unladylike burp, and the both laughed.

Soon Jackie felt a warm relaxing feeling flowing all through her body. She knew she was supposed to get slightly drunk, that it would help her to relax and accept Stan's cock in her virginal ass, so she took deep draughts of the wine, laid there and enjoyed the feelings of lost control.

After taking the bottle away, Stan slapped the soles of her exposed feet very loud, simultaneously. Jackie shrieked in surprize, and lurched forward, pushing the ottman across the carpetted floor nearly a foot. He laughed, then, and began to tickle her feet. Jackie's legs were thrashing about, her ass clenching and releasing the invading plug in her bottom as it continued its vibrations. Her ass was pumping back and forth like she was being fucked as she struggled against the torturous giggling bubbling up inside her.

He flipped her onto her back, on the floor next to the foot stool, and his attack went to her arm pits, her belly, and her ribs, as she laughed frantically and writhed on her back before him. He thrilled to her bouncing breasts, her helpless thrashing merely opening up new avenues for his digital torture. Stan stopped then. He unclipped her hands from her thighs, and clipped them onto the D-ring on the collar at her neck. This opened her up for even more tickling torture, and he entertained himself with that for a few more minutes. Finally, he sat back onto his heels, watching her breath come in gasps, and finally her breathing returned to normal, with the vibrator still jiggling in her ass all the while. He lifted her feet to his shoulders, and gripped the plug in her bottom. He turned it, twisted it, plunged it in and out, and finally removed it.

When the toy left her, Jackie felt curiously empty, yet relaxed. She found herself wanting it back in there in spite of herself. Stan leaned down and began to lightly lick at her pussy again, which was raised up high and proud before him. He let her legs fall to the floor. She pushed herself up to his lips, and came with a small scream of pleasure as he sucked and licked at her clit.

Stan straddled her head, ordered her to open wide as he let his balls drop into her lips. She sucked them in, and it was Stan's turn to gasp and feel a little vulnerable as her tongue laved his sack as she sucked on him there. He leaned forward and began to tease & tickle her pussy again. His fingers barely touched her. They were trailing along the edges of her lips, and she felt herself getting very wet again. His light touching went down to her ass, and she inhaled sharply as his finger penetrated her there. He added more lube, and two more fingers slid in effortlessly. Next, Stan took the very long, thin toy he'd bought, and slid it into her ass. Jackie's back arched as it went in deeper than his fingers, and Stan kept it moving very slowly. He felt her moaning on his balls when he turned on the vibe unit in the toy, and he jiggled it, waving it from side to side, in and out, within her clenching butt.

Jackie's hands were at her throat, snapped in place with the collar. She found that she could grasp his cock while she sucked on his balls, and she did so, wondering what it would feel like in the place of the toy churning up her insides at the moment. She began to believe that it would fit, and fit comfortably. Her hands squeezed him tightly as she lay open for his fun and games.

Stan raised himself up, shuddering as his balls slipped almost painfuly out of his wife's sucking lips. Leaving the probe in her oily ass, he rolled her over onto her belly. He unclasped the clips holding her hands to her collar, and ordered her to stand. Jackie stood up slowly on shaking legs. She reached back and held onto the toy protruding from between her cheeks to hold it in place, and Stan chuckled at the sight.

"I think you're warming up to my little idea, aren't you, love?"

She stood, her torso cocked to one side as she held onto the probe in her ass. Her breasts were flushed, their points standing up at attention. Her thighs glistened with dripping moisture from her center. Her pussy lips were puffy and wet. Her entire body shuddered for a moment before she spoke.

"M'Lord, I think I'm ready for whatever you had in mind." Her lips bowed up into a sexy little smile, and Stan just had to remove the blindfold so he could see into her eyes.

"Leave it in there," he told her. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me."

Blinking madly at the sudden light, Jackie managed to stagger out of the living room, and up the stairs to their bedroom, holding the anal toy inside herself all the while as it vibrated within her.

When Stan walked into the bedroom with the second bottle of Spumanti, he found Jackie on her knees, rocking on the anal probe as she rubbed her clit. She was facing the doorway, and he had to stop and take in the sight of her self pleasure before he could move on into the room.

Jackie reached for the bottle and took a long swig before handing it back to Stan with her scented hand, still rising and falling on that plastic vibe all the while.

"My god you're beautiful," Stan gasped as he leaned in to suckle at her breasts.

Soon Jackie found herself on her back, in the missionary position. Her legs were draped on Stan's shoulders. The toy was on the bedstand. His cock was trailing precum up and down her very lubricated ass crack.

He pressed the head in so slowly, Jackie felt every atom of it as it spread her wide and pushed its way in. Their eyes were locked on each other as his cock paused on its path.

"More," she pleaded.

He leaned in, giving her a taste of his thick shaft, and paused again. Then he pulled back a little before pressing his way in deeper.

It wasn't long before she was begging him for that ass fuck, just as he had predicted he would a few hours ago. Stan was filling her desires by filling her asshole with his entirety. Shortly after that, he was slamming in very hard, at her insistance. She thrilled to the feel of his balls when he bottomed out in her bottom.

He felt that familiar tingling that signalled his impending orgasm, and he did nothing to slow himself, this time. He rammed himself home. His hands found her tits and held them tightly as his seed spurted into her bowels. Jackie was loving the way she could feel his cock flexing as it shot off. She felt it in a whole new way, now, and somehow it seemed even more intense than when he was in her pussy.

He held himself inside her as long as he could, and they both shuddered when his limp member slipped out of her clasping hole.

The weekend was full of anal pleasures for Jackie, and when Monday came, she was happy to be able to walk after all the cocl she'd taken over the last few days. She was sore!

She looked at him on Monday morning over her coffee cup with a huge smile as she said, "You just wait until Friday night, buster! This weekend your ass will be MINE!"

Stan laughed a little uncomfortably as he looked into his wife's twinkling eyes and responded, "As you wish, m'Lady."



Trust Me



After a month of  racking his brain, James finally decided on a suitable anniversary gift for his girlfriend Andrea. They had been together for two years and he wanted their second anniversary together to be something she could never forget. 

 	They had shared many fantasies together, some involving anonymous partners, some involving light bondage.  James thought to himself, “why not combine them?”  Just the thought of giving her such a gift had him extremely excited.

	The following Saturday came, the big day. James had a hard time containing himself. He was giddy with excitement. The day was spent shopping and laughing. A nice lunch and an afternoon movie finished the day out for them. On the way home James decides to let her know about the evening. 

“I have something special planned for you tonight Gorgeous.” 

“And just what would that be?” asks Andrea.

“It wouldn’t be as special if I told you now.” Replied James

Andrea spent the rest of the evening trying to grill the secret from James. All he would say was “I promise you will never forget tonight.”

 After a romantic dinner, finishing off the wine and an exchange of gifts, James decides to get things rolling. Taking Andrea upstairs he whispers in her ear if she is ready for her surprise. 

“Are you kidding? I ‘ve been on pins and needles all day!” she exclaimed.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks again.

“Of course” she replies.

James reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silk scarf. As he ties it around her eyes suing it for a blindfold he says to her “Happy Anniversary Gorgeous.”

The pet name James uses for Andrea comes from her lithe 118 pound, 5 foot 4 inch frame, flowing black hair and stunning green eyes. She was the epitome of beauty and the object of many men and quite a few women’s lusty fantasies.

After leading her up to the bedroom James slowly kisses every inch of her body as he takes her clothes off. By now Andrea is ready for anything James has in mind, or so she thinks. She is gently pushed back onto the bed and he lies on top of her, still kissing her. Then she notices he begins to tie her hands to the bedpost with soft scarves. With her hands bound James moves to tie her feet to the other posts.  Licking his way up her legs he explains to Andrea what he has in store for her.

“I have spent the past month trying to figure out how to make tonight the most memorable for you Gorgeous.” Slowly he licks all around her dripping sex. Andrea moans and writhes against the scarves as he does this. “I think I have something planned that you will enjoy.” 

Slowly James begins to lick her outer lips. Moving his tongue in between the folds Andrea tries to move her pussy closer to his mouth and take more of his tongue.  As Andrea begins to moan she feels something against her cheek. Startled, she asks James what is happening. 

“Like I said Gorgeous, I wanted tonight to be something you would always remember. Just enjoy it.”

Andrea then feels a cock sliding up her cheek to press against her lips. She thinks to herself “what the Hell, you only live once” and opens her mouth to suck her new friend. With James working on her pussy and clit with his mouth, it wasn’t long before she was moaning around the cock in her mouth. After being sent into a shuddering orgasm by his talented mouth, James works himself into her pussy before she has a chance to totally recover from it. 

James had to work on the rhythm for a few minutes so as not to dislodge Andrea’s oral friend. Once a steady rhythm was set, James manipulated Andrea’s clit while giving her a steady fucking. After being so worked up from all the planning and anticipation, it didn’t take long before James spent his load inside Andrea’s tight pussy. Only a couple of minutes after that Andrea was treated to a mouthful of warm cum, which she drank down eagerly. 

Thinking she was done and sighing contently, Andrea smiled. That’s when it happened. Her pussy was then nudged open by another hard cock. Before she could even protest what was happening, yet another was fed into her open mouth. A pair of hands began massaging her breasts as James whispered in her ear.

“You had always told me one of your fantasies was to be fucked my multiple people, so I figured this would be a great gift. The blindfold was MY fantasy, so you couldn’t see who is fucking you.” 

Thinking that if this was a dream then she didn’t want to wake up, Andrea threw herself completely into the night’s activities. She redoubled her efforts sucking the cock in her mouth as she was being royally fucked. The man taking her mouth had some staying power, outlasting the one in her pussy. After having another shot of semen sent into her pussy, she felt a mouth licking and sucking everything out of her. 

Even with the blood pounding in her ears and the noise of her own moans Andrea could still hear something in the room sounding like sex other than with her. After receiving another mouthful of cum, she was surprised that instead of getting a hard dick in her mouth, she received a wet pussy. Never having been with a woman, but always being curious, Andrea just did what she liked having done to her. 

Also, from the taste of fresh semen in her new friend’s pussy, Andrea guessed where the sounds of sex came from. Within just a few minutes both women were having mind blowing orgasms. 

Exhausted from the past few hours, Andrea wouldn’t have moved even if she could. After a few minutes she felt her feet being untied, then her hands. Finally the blindfold was removed and she had to blink a few times to rid herself of the blurriness. When her eyes focused and she looked around the room she only saw James.

“Where did everybody go?”

“Where did who go?” asks James with a Cheshire cat-like grin.

“Only all the people who just fucked me!” she replied.

“The mystery is part of the fun Gorgeous.” 

Kissing her softly James pulls her close to him.

Returning the kiss Andrea can only wonder what she can do for his birthday to get back at him.



Trust Me



"Do you trust me?"

She felt his breath ghost across her skin as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. He strode around her as she hesitated. Reaching out he lifted her chin until she faced him.

"Do you trust me?"

Slowly she looked into his eyes and barely moving, nodded her head.

"Say it. Say the words. Say them now or this ends here."

She shivered at the command in his voice. It frightened her and yet excited her too. Her breath quickened as she tried to speak. "I.... I trust y....you"

A smile of satisfaction briefly crossed his lips. He brought up both hands, a fold of silk stretched across them. He lifted it to her eyes and covered them, tying it behind her head.

She trembled as darkness closed around her. She felt more then heard him move behind her. He caught one wrist and lifting it, secured it to the bar above her. Swiftly he followed with the other. Softly he slid his hands down her arm leaving trails of fire behind.

Again he moved, this time in front. She felt his breath warming her skin as slowly he kneeled in front of her. Grasping her ankles he spread her legs apart, stretching her wide. She felt his hands placing the straps around her ankle as he attached the bar between her feet. 

Soft whimpers escaped her as his tongue blazed a trail up her inner thigh. Closer he came stopping just short of her mound. A cry passed her lips as he moved away once more. Her chest heaved as she struggled to pull in air past her excitement.

She strained to hear as he moved past her. A startled cry passed her lips as she felt him looming over her. With no warning, his lips crushed hers, brutal and uncaring. Just as suddenly they were gone and in their place was a strap of leather. He pushed it through her teeth and bound it behind her.

Her knees gave out beneath her as fear made her weak. Choking sobs tore from her. She felt him move close as he reached out and helped her to stand once more.

"Say the word, give me the sign and this ends here and now." He hissed into her ear.

Trembling she shook her head, knowing that she could not go back now. If she didn't do it now then she never would. She had to go through with it or she never would. 

Smiling, he stepped back and looked over his handy work. She stood before him, chained, gagged and blinded. Trembling and softly sobbing. Never had she look so beautiful. Her full breasts were pulled up and flaunted by the angle she was held in. Her long hair trailed over her sweaty back. Her full hips angled outward as the bar between her feet pushed her legs wide. A thin patch of downy hair crested her shaven lips. Even from here he could see the moisture gathering. 

He took a deep breath as lust filled him. His cock hardened more as precum leaked from the tip. Swiftly he reached down and fastened the cockring around himself. This must last as long as he could take. Tonight was for her. Her dream, her fantasy. 

He strode to the small table, where lay the 'toys' they had selected for tonight. There, laid out before him was a soft leather paddle. Beside it, a riding crop. Nipple clamps glinted from their place in line. In the midst of it all lay the blue vibe that would send her soaring.

He lifted the table and carried it closer to her. Sitting it down, he went to her and once more whispered, "Do you trust me?" A moan his only answer, he nodded and picking up a small ball, he placed it in her hand. "You need but to let go of this and all ends there." Her fingers tightening were all the indication he had that she had heard him. 

Softly he reached out and ran his finger tips over her nipples. Moaning, she arched into his touch, pressing her breasts into his hands. Teasingly, he pulled and lightly twisted them. Leaning forward, he gently licked first one, then the other. Sucking one into his mouth, he nibbled and suckled, feeling the skin pucker and draw tight. He moved to the other and treated it the same. Standing back, he gazed upon her now. Nipples standing out proudly.

He reached down and took up one of the clamps. Tweaking her nipple with his fingertips, he pulled out slightly and swiftly placed the clamp. He tightened it just until it held and would not pull off. Again he reached down and quickly treated the other the same. 

Her head thrashed from side to side as the pain and pleasure began to work on her body. She felt him clipping the chain to first one clamp then the other. As her chest heaved in search of breath, the chain swayed and caused the clamps to pull and tug on her nipples. The sensation quickly took over her mind. 

He stood back and watched as she twisted and thrashed, sending the chain swinging wildly. Moans came from her throat continuously. He let her move for a moment then lifted his hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her ass. She jerked and cried out. 

"Be still. No moving until I tell you."

Trembling she tightened her body and tried to remain still. Moisture flowed down her legs as heat flashed through her. With lust, he looked at her. Her body flushed and wet with sweat. The chain swaying between her breasts with every breath. He struggled to push his desire down. This must not end too soon. 

He walked around her, circling and whispering. "You like this don't you? Like being helpless, Never knowing what I'm going to do next."

Again he brought his hand down on the cheeks of her ass, and again. Her cries delighted him. When she confessed this fantasy to him, he had been unsure of whether he could do it or not. But this excited him as much as it did her. To see her standing there, trembling, the cheeks of her ass red and hot.

Abruptly he strode in front of her and reaching out tightened the clamps on her nipples. She gasped and shook hard as the pain overwhelmed her mind. Before she could react, he again began to rain blows on her ass with his hand. Never striking the same place twice, he changed the rhythm and force of his blows so that she could not anticipate them coming.

Abruptly he stopped, his hands stinging as he looked at his marks. The cheeks of her ass glowed a fiery red. Her body quivered with the effort of standing. He reached out and stroked his hand over her, feeling the heat.

Striding in front of her again he lifted her chin and looked at her. Tears ran down her face, her muscles jerked and spasmed as she struggled to breathe. Still she clutched the ball in a tight fist. As much as he was enjoying this, it would stop in an instant if she allowed it to fall.

He allowed her a moment to breathe. Crossing back to the table, he lifted the leather paddle. Approaching her again, he reached out and caressed her with it. At the first touch of leather against her skin, she drew in a sharp breath. A low moan tore from her throat.

"You want this don't you? You should see yourself. Ass red from my hand, nipples clamped tight and jutting. You love this."

Gently he caressed her moist pussy lips with the edge of the paddle. Her hips thrust wildly as she tried to rub against it. Pulling it away he struck her inner thigh sharply.

"Be still", He hissed. She whimpered as she forced herself still. Smiling to himself, he traced his way around her, caressing her with the paddle. He tapped it on the clamps cruelly squeezing her nipples. He lovingly traced the contours of her face, smiling again as she leaned into its touch.

Never had he seen her in such passion and the thought that he was the one to drive her here intoxicated him. Passing around her, he began striking her with the paddle. Softly at first, then harder, moving round and round her. Blows rained down on her, stinging at first, then burning. No place was safe from the paddle. He struck everywhere, belly, thigh, ass, leg. The pain built into pleasure as her body began to burn inside as well. Moisture flowed down her legs as her pussy released wave after wave. Constant moans and cries fell from her, as she grew closer to the edge. 

As suddenly as it began, it ended. Her body ached and throbbed and sang as every nerve came alive. She heard a rustle as he moved away from her. She felt him return as his hands began to caress her, pressing in as they passed over.

"Very good, love" He whispered. "You're so beautiful standing there. This is the way you should be. Marked by me." Again he moved away and again he returned. Stepping up behind her, he caressed and fondled her reddened cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. Kneeling, he began to lick and suck them. Closer and ever closer to her hidden channel he came. Soon he spread her cheeks wide and gazed upon her tiny puckered rosebud. Leaning forward he took a deep breath, then slowly ran his tongue over it. Above him, her body tightened as she moaned loudly. 

Again and again his tongue passed over it. Then he began to press inward on each pass. Soon the tip of his tongue began to enter her as the muscles began to relax. He reached forward and slowly thrust one finger into her hot, wet pussy. Pulling it out he brought it back and rubbed her juices around her hole. Again he wet his finger and rubbed it in. Then two, the moans coming continually from her. When he had her open enough to take two fingers within without pain, he withdrew them. Picking up the blue vibe, he quickly coated it with lube and slowly pressed it in. Her body tensed as she felt it pressing into her anus. Slowly inch by inch it invaded where nothing had ever been before. Deeper it went until at last it was all the way in. Nothing remained but the cord and the controls. He gave her a moment to adjust and then turn it to the first setting. Her body arched as the vibrations surged through her. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to scream past taunt muscles. 

Leaving it at that setting, he arose again and lifting the riding crop tapped her across the ass. She jerked, causing the vibe to shift within her. Again he struck, and yet again. The sensations were coming close to overwhelming her. Sensing this, he came around her and unstrapping her ankles lifted her and sank his hard cock deep inside of her. 

For a moment he stood there, feeling the vibe through the walls inside her. Fighting for control he drew back and slammed back in. Her screams came continuously as he thrust harder and harder. He felt her tensing as she began to cum. Swiftly he turned the vibe on full and with a cry she plunged over the edge. Ruthlessly he continued to plunder her wet pussy, pounding into it with everything he had. Over and over she came, one orgasm after another. Her juices pour from her gaping hole. 

Sensing that she was on the edge of losing consciousness he reach back and press the vibe deeper and releasing the cock ring plunged harder into her. He felt her spasm as he started to shoot his load deep inside her, milking his cock and drawing out every drop.

He reached back and gently removed the vibe from her tortured ass. Wrapping his arms around her and holding her with his cock still within, he loosed her hands. Her arms fell limply to her sides. Staggering on legs barely able to hold him, he carried her to the bed. Gently laying her down, he removed the gag and blindfold. He eased himself down beside her and softly stroked her forehead as he gently removed the clamps from her nipples. Moans came from her as the blood rushed to them. 

Slowly her breathing calmed. He lay and watched as she opened her eyes. She turned her head and gazed at him. "Th... Thank you..."

"Are you ok? I didn't go too far?" She lifted her hand and placed her fingers on his lips. "Hush. It was everything I dreamed and more." She rasped out. Quickly he turned and taking the glass on the table beside the bed, he gently placed it to her lips. "Just a sip now. Not too fast." 

Slowly she sipped, cooling her throat. "I'm not sure if I can do that again." He said. "I almost lost control and really hurt you." Again she silenced him. "Shh.... I know, but you didn't. You held it back for me. That's why I could let go with you. I knew you could control it."

Reaching up she lifted his head until he looked at her. Gently she smiled and softly said, "I trust you"



Trust Me



A soft hum resonated from the air conditioner as I lay naked on the bed in my lonely motel room. Thoughts of home ran through my head and I idly fingered my moist pussy while wondering if Peter, my hubby would cope with our three children. I hoped they would not fret. After all, they were not used to their Mum being away overnight.

Home was a mining town in the Australian outback. I guess it wasn’t the type of existence for everyone, but we worked hard and found fun where we could. I was a child bride, married at seventeen, the mother of three children after only four years. At age twenty six, my children were all finally at school so I could carve a career. I was sick of just being someone’s Mum. It was time to find out who Wanda really was. As civilization caught up with us in the hot, red outback job opportunities came along and I was fortunate in landing an office job with a large telecommunications network.

This morning, I boarded the Cessna Conquest for a two-hour flight to the city, in order to attend my three-day induction course. I marvelled at the changing scenery from the parched red landscape of home to the green pastures and the pristine beaches of the outer city suburbs. I caught a cab from the airport to head office, in the city centre, where I met with managers and other new employees. From there about thirty of us boarded a charter bus that brought us to our motel and convention centre. Inwardly I congratulated myself for coping so well with my newfound freedom.

We were each allocated a single room, for which I was grateful, as I didn’t like the thought of sharing with a stranger. Although a little old fashioned, my room had a large bed with a wooden slatted headboard, and matching footboard. There was a wardrobe, a sofa, and a mini bar with coffee making facilities on the bench alongside. A small bathroom completed the unit so, after unpacking my bag, I showered, then lay on the soft bed. The coordinator had said to meet in the foyer in an hour and by my watch, I still had fifteen minutes. Thank God, I had brought a couple of my sex toys! I don’t whether I was uptight about being away from home, apprehensive about the course, or if it was fear of the unknown, but I felt a deep yearning. I was grateful that I had my mini vibe and ‘Big Red’, for company. 

Pulling back the blankets I lay naked on the cool white sheets. Oh God! I would have loved a nice hot, passionate fuck session right now, but my battery powered friends and my fingers were the only option. Usually, just by using my fingers I could bring myself to orgasm and ejaculation but time was limited. So I reached for my mini vibe instead. Holding it tightly against my hardening nub, I slid two fingers into my pulsating wetness and writhed in total abandon as a wonderful release enveloped my body.

My timing was perfect. Just as I was regaining my composure there was a knock at the door. It was the course-manager informing everyone that the meeting was five minutes away. Since the day was hot I slipped on panties, shorts and singlet as well as my sports shoes. Hastily I applied a little makeup and brushed my long blonde hair before hurrying to the foyer. 

I entered the building and immediately felt the icy chill of the air conditioner causing my nipples to peek against my white singlet. Several men turned in my direction and it was obvious they had noticed my stiffened nipples. I was accustomed to admiring glances as in my town the men outnumbered women five to one. Glances, ogles and compliments were normal and I must admit that I played up to the attention bestowed upon me. In this instance I smiled coyly and joined a group near the water cooler. 

We chatted in small groups until Prof Miller; the lecturer took his place on the mini stage and made a welcoming speech. He explained what the course entailed. It sounded as if it was going to be a very demanding three days with both mental and physical activities. The end objective was to trust your co-workers and to have complete trust and faith in the company, and yourself. 

Miller was a jovial man, telling us all not to look so worried as we were going to have heaps of fun. His first step was to separate us into smaller groups. As instructed we each wrote our name on a slip of paper; he said a ‘lucky dip’ was the most unbiased way to pick the teams. One by one the names were called out until we stood in six groups of five people. 

So these were to be my work buddies for the next few days. Dave was a trendy university drop out, outspoken and a born leader. We immediately chose him as team captain. Graham an ex- jockey was small in stature with a quick wit. Carol was older; a large lady with a tiny voice that seemed like it should belong to a petite schoolgirl. Lastly there was Josh. As an ex footballer Josh had a great body although his mind appeared a bit slow. 

The Professor handed out work sheets and we sat in our groups to solve the problems set for us. I was surprised at the immediate rapport between our team. Other groups sat in virtual silence but we chatted and solved the riddles quickly. Each worksheet was different; the point of the exercise was ‘communication’. Without communication, the puzzles would be impossible to solve. More exercises followed, with brief stops for lunch and afternoon tea. At last the hot north wind turned, replaced by a cooler southerly. Our lecturer saw that as a cue to take us all outside and begin the physical activities. He said he would go easy on us as it had been a busy day. The objective was to complete the obstacle course as a team and that meant that the more athletic team members had to assist the weaker ones. 

Dave was so helpful to Carol. Being a large lady she did have a few problems climbing the scramble and crawling through the netting but he made sure she stayed with the group. I had to laugh as he helped her over the wall, pushing and shoving, while singing “Fat Bottomed Girls”. Athletic Josh helped little Graham and together they giggled a lot. I managed to get through easily although I did stay to help Dave and Carol. Our group finished a credible second and while we were waiting for the other teams to finish we noticed that the lawn sprinklers had been turned on. 

“C’mon team … race you!” yelled Dave. 

Although Carol and I hesitated, the guys raced into the spray of the sprinklers. It was only the taunts of ‘chicken’ that coaxed us into the icy yet refreshing water. My mind returned to my childhood when I had last enjoyed this simple pleasure with my peers. Suddenly Dave stopped prancing. He pointed at my now transparent singlet. I looked down, and felt pangs of self consciousness to see that my large pink nipples were standing to attention, almost begging to be noticed. 

“Oh Momma, who’s your Daddy?” Dave joked. “Here, you had better borrow this.”

He peeled off his black Mambo ‘Farting Dog’ t-shirt and handed it to me. I was grateful for his consideration. The embarrassment of wearing a naughty t-shirt was minimal compared to virtually exposing myself before the whole class!

After showering and changing our clothes we met again for dinner. Work for the day was over but we stayed in our groups getting to know each other better. As the evening wore on the wine flowed freely and we discussed everything from sex to politics. Josh being a beer drinker unused to red wine, became louder and louder as the evening wore on. Graham said his ‘goodnights’ then tactfully escorted Josh back to his room before he too retired. Carol, Dave and myself chatted a while longer. 

Dave was such good company and proficient at joke telling; at times Carol and I were nearly rolling on the floor. It was one of the most entertaining evenings of my life. Most of the other groups had left so we decided we should also call it a night. We walked Carol to her unit where we said goodnight, each giving her a friendly hug. After that Dave escorted me to my door. He said goodnight and hugged me. I looked up at him. He leant forward and pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was hot and passionate, his tongue snaking between my lips and I willingly accepting it. Things were getting almost to the point of no return when we were disturbed by my area manager whose unit was next to mine. His porch light came on and he stepped outside for a cigarette. I hoped he hadn’t seen too much as it was quite likely that he would meet my husband at various social gatherings. I panicked and quickly said goodnight to him and Dave before making a hasty retreat into my room.

Lying on my bed later and thinking of what may have been I was sorry that it hadn’t happened. I felt extremely attracted to the guy though he had been a total stranger until a few hours ago. Oh well, I thought to myself, early days. Stripping off my little black dress and lace underwear I lay naked on the bed again and relished the feel of the crisp cotton sheets against my body. Once again I enlisted the aid of my mini vibe. I loved that little multi speed powerhouse. I had a routine of starting with it on low speed then slowly building up to the dizzy heights that, more often than not, took me over the edge. It felt so good but I needed deep thrusting penetration to attain the release I craved. Big Red was the answer. He was a red jelly dong nine inches long, veined and extra thick, with a huge head. It had balls that could be used as a base though I preferred to use them as a handle. Keeping the vibe against my clit, I slowly pushed Red into my wet depths until the balls rested against my arse. Although my pussy gripped tightly I began pumping him in and out, starting slowly, becoming faster and harder until I could feel the beginnings of a deep cervical orgasm. Contractions wracked my body. Small squeals escaped my mouth and my juices exploded from within. I was lost in the pleasures of my own body, as sweet Morphia took me to her breast.

Morning dawned and after opening the drapes, I was greeted by a beautiful clear sky. I made a coffee before jumping into the shower, my mind was abuzz with the possibilities this day might hold. The course had been enjoyable so far but my mind was more on, what I hoped, would happen between Dave and me. There was a strange magnetism about Dave. I knew what it felt like to have men lust after me and indeed, at times, I had succumbed to their charms. It was difficult to explain; just that Dave was different. Breakfast was served in the dining room although the seating had been changed from the large tables of the previous night. Instead there were smaller tables designed to sit up to four people. I made myself comfortable and a few minutes later Carol joined me. 

“Well, you are a fast worker!” she commented as she sidled up next to me. “How was lover boy? Hot, I bet!”

“Um, nothing happened,” I assured her. “It would have been nice, but the timing wasn’t right.”

“Ok, I believe you,” Carol replied. “But God, I would have loved to be a fly on the wall, watching you two get all worked up and nasty.”

I was shocked. I hadn’t picked Carol as a voyeur, least of all having her confess it over orange juice and cereal! Wicked thoughts ran through my mind. My past liaisons had only ever had two participants but the possibilities here were endless. And as long as I watched out for the area manager it was unlikely that Peter would ever suspect a thing. 

There was a certain amount of girlish fun about Carol. She laughed at silly things and I was instantly attracted to her. She told me of her loveless marriage and of her alcoholic husband. I asked why she was still with him and her answer was as I had suspected; habit and not wanting to be alone. She was getting to the intimate details when Dave joined us. 

“Morning girls!” he crooned as he sat down beside me. “All ready for another big day?”

Carol smiled coyly probably embarrassed by what she had suspected had gone on between him and me. 

“Good morning!” I echoed, “Have you seen Graham and Josh yet this morning? I bet Josh has a boomer headache!”

“Yeah, actually I saw them earlier… I went for a walk along the creek and saw them sitting on the bank dangling their feet in the water. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were gay.” Dave joked.

“Jesus, Dave! You are incorrigible. Two guys go for a walk and you think they are queer. I’ve heard it all now!” I joked back

Dave didn’t reply but gave a ‘just you wait and see’ nod and a wink.

Later, as the three of us were finishing breakfast, Josh and Graham finally arrived. They found a table near the window. I don’t think they even saw us there; they did appear to be very engrossed in each other’s company. Maybe Dave was right; but hey, what if he was? This had the makings of a very depraved few days. 

Breakfast over we took our second cups of coffee into the lecture room. The Professor was already there as were several of the managers. Over the next few minutes the rest of the course participants arrived and, once again, we sorted ourselves into teams. My team listened intently to the directions given. I sensed that I was not the only team member who had more on their mind than getting a good grade and a certificate at the end of the course.

The day dragged on. We were given games to play, my favourite being role-play, where one of us acted as an irate customer and the other as a Customer Services Officer. As we gained confidence many of us made short speeches in front of the whole class. Morning tea came and went, as did lunch and afternoon tea. Our last activity for the day was a lap of the obstacle course that my team won even though we ended up carrying Carol over the finish line! At last we could freshen up and prepare for the purely social side of the day; a sumptuous meal followed by locally produced wine. 

Josh and Graham once again went their separate way, but Carol, Dave and I chatted outside our rooms until Carol invited us in for a coffee. Dave and I sat on the bed while Carol fiddled with those annoying sachets of coffee and sugar, and the tiny pots of long life milk that they provide in motels. 

“Does anyone fancy a nibble from the mini bar?” she asked, “Nice King sized Mars Bar if anyone is interested? Maybe a bag of peanuts?”

“God, Carol!” Dave joked “Why do I need a bag of peanuts, when I have a bag full of Dave nuts!”

Carol and I cracked up laughing. I could tell that we were in for a very interesting evening.

After coffee, more joke telling and generally having fun we realised that dinner was to be served in twenty minutes and we weren’t even showered. Carol devoured the last of her Mars bar then excused herself as she said she liked to take her time showering. Dave and I left to prepare for the evening ahead. 

Once outside, Dave told me that he had big plans for the two of us after dinner. He asked if I trusted him. I was a bit puzzled but said I did as I unlocked my door. 

With the sweat and dust from the day’s activities washed away, I dried myself and slipped on a black lace bra with matching panties and suspender belt. I rolled on black silk stockings, my body feeling alive against the sensuous fabrics. A low cut, clingy black mini dress and black, patent, stiletto heeled shoes completed my outfit. I had bought everything from E Bay when I realised that I would require some eveningwear for my business trip. Sweeping my hair up into a French knot then applying a little makeup and perfume, I stood back and surveyed the finished product. I looked great and I knew that tonight I would taste what the charismatic Dave had in store for me. 

“How is it going in there?” Carol called as she tapped on my door.

“I’m ready!” I answered as I opened the door and stepped outside.

“God, you look hot! You have really gone to a lot of trouble. I feel so plain nobody will even notice me.” Carol reflected.

“You are fine, Carol.” I sympathised. “I think maybe I have gone a bit over the limit, but I really want Dave. You know that. Besides, who was that manager you were chatting with after the obstacle race?”

Carol blushed. She didn’t think that I had noticed. I linked arms with her and like two kids; we skipped across the courtyard to the dinning room. 

The boys were waiting for us. Josh and Graham were drinking champagne cocktails and giggling with a very effeminate looking guy from a different team. Dave walked in behind us, grabbed Carol and I on the arse, and said how he liked cheeky girls. The manager, who had earlier chatted with Carol, was sitting at the bar and raised his glass to us. I got the idea that he may have been looking for some company. 

“Go on Carol.” I enthused. “Go and chat him up!” 

Carol was hesitant. “But I’m married!”

“Yes, and? I am too! Go on, opportunity knocks but once!” With that I gave her a nudge in the manager’s direction.

Dave and I smirked at each other. It appeared that we would finally get some time alone. We ordered drinks from the bar and found a quiet table in the corner, where we chatted intimately, until we heard the chimes ringing from the dining room signalling that dinner was about to be served. 

Our group sat together. We were joined by Bob, Carol's new friend, and we exchanged pleasantries while working our way through the vast menu. The waiter was very attentive, replenishing the empty wine bottles time after time. As the evening wore on, Josh and Graham circulated among the other guests. Carol and Bob were giggling, seeming quite oblivious to the fact that Dave and I were still at the table. 

"I don't think those two will miss us." Dave whispered. "Do you want to make a quick exit?"

I nodded my approval. We said our ‘goodnights’ to a few people in our general area and made a beeline for the door. The night was still young when Dave invited himself back to my room for a nightcap.

Once inside Dave took me in his arms kissing me deeply and passionately, holding me close that I could feel his hardness against my tummy. 

“Well, are you going to give me a demo?” He asked as soon as we came up for breath.

“Demo?” I asked, unsure of what he was talking about.

“You know, what you were telling me. How you can give deep throat!” 

I had told him earlier about my skill in that area. It had been a boast more than anything and I hadn’t dreamt that he would call my bluff. I had indeed mastered the art a while back after seeing Linda Lovelace in action, in a movie, and had been in awe of her swallowing skills. Mastering the breathing technique and controlling my gag reflex took months before I finally tried it on my hubby and was surprised to find that swallowing a cock was in fact quite easy compared to gobbling a dildo. Dave had by now loosened his tie and was reclining on the sofa. I gave him a cheeky grin as I unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. I knelt between his feet, easing his pants and undies down to gain good access to his eager cock. 

I don’t know if a cock can be described as handsome but I thought his was. It was average length but very thick, and natural. I always had a thing about uncut cocks, loving the way the skin slides up and down so effortlessly. I wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, while my other hand cradled his downy balls as I looked up at him and licked his cock from the base to the tip. I could taste the saltiness of his precum as I teased his sensitive hole with the tip of my tongue. He closed his eyes and slowly raised and lowered his hips. I teased his cock a while longer, my tongue tracing patterns up and down his shaft, before licking around his ridge. His thrusts were becoming urgent when I finally took him into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and relished the feeling of his hardness, my nose buried in his pubic hair as he pumped his cock into my mouth, fucking my face. His fingers were entwined in my hair while my hands gripped his arse cheeks. With a loud moan he released his hot cream deep into my throat and I swallowed greedily to keep up with the flow, barely tasting his nectar on my tongue. 




Trust Me



“Wow that was unreal!” He enthused when his breathing returned to normal. “I have had blowies before, but that was fantastic.”

I had enjoyed it too. I love the way a soft, wet mouth can reduce a man to putty in my hands. Dave eyed the contents of the mini bar before deciding on a bottle of Champagne. He popped the cork and poured two glasses. 

“Wanda, do you trust me?” He asked.

I was puzzled but said that I did.  “Ok then, tonight, will you give yourself to me completely? No questions, no resistance, just trust?”

I had no reason to trust Dave; then again I had no reason not to. We had only met the day before but I felt I was a good judge of character, so I agreed. My heart was racing as he led me to the bed and slowly undressed me. My body felt alive under the gentle touch of his soft hands. I think I was lost in a fantasy world, or maybe just had too much to drink, but I didn’t realise that he had tied my stockings around my wrists. Suddenly, I was aware that my arms were being raised above my head.

I sat up. “Dave, what the hell…?”

“Relax, Babe. Enjoy” he reassured me. ”Tell you what. I will give you a safety word. Anytime you want me to stop, just call out ‘Medic’ ok?”

My head was spinning by that time. I had read about bondage but I had never experienced it. Wasn’t I the one, who only a few hours ago, had told Carol that opportunity only knocks once? Relax and enjoy, I told myself.

Dave resumed his task of tying me to the bed. Using my stockings, my arms were tied to the bed head. His socks became tethers for my feet. My legs were spread apart and my ankles tied to the foot board while Dave’s silk tie became a blindfold. He turned on the radio, tuning into a music station.

Unable to move, unable to see, every nerve in my body became alive. My pussy felt hungry and empty. My nipples craved a kiss or a caress. My neck, my shoulders, my inner thighs; all cried out for attention.

Dave lay beside me and gently stroked my hair. He didn’t speak, just stroked. My doubts subsided and I relaxed.

He began tenderly kissing my eyes through the blindfold. I felt his soft kisses brushing my cheeks and my lips. He sucked my earlobes and worked his way to my neck and shoulders licking and nibbling. My hunger grew to a crescendo. My back arched and I screamed; ‘yesssssssssssssss’ and came for the first time that evening. Still Dave remained silent. Ignoring my wetness he continued the seduction of my body, kissing and licking my arms and armpits, his fingertips like feathers on my hips and thighs. His warm mouth sucked my right nipple, then my left. I was powerless to say anything more than “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

His serpentine tongue snaked across my abdomen and lingered in my navel. His hands caressed my hips and my inner thighs. I wanted something inside me; his tongue, his fingers, his cock; anything in fact. I could sense that he had played this game before as he avoided my pubic area, moving instead to my legs. 

I was delirious. Never, ever had anyone given me so much pleasure without as much as touching my cunt. I tossed my head from side to side as the music and pleasure coursed through my entire being. Dave was sucking my toes. I writhed but couldn’t escape. I considered using the safety word but decided against it as cum gushed from my pussy and another orgasm wracked by body. 

I was aware of Dave getting off of the bed and then I heard the champagne glasses being refilled. Suddenly I felt a trickle of cold liquid on my breast, and then Dave’s warm tongue lapping eagerly. He poured more champagne over my tummy, flicking his tongue into the puddle that formed in my navel. More liquid was poured onto my pubis, running down to quench my hot clit and labia. At last Dave licked the champagne from my hot snatch, his tongue flicking deftly between my wet folds before sucking gently on my engorged clitoris. 

“Fuck me!” I cried.

His lips and tongue worked their magic. As I felt my climax building he thrust his fingers deep into my pulsating cunt. Shockwaves of pleasure ravaged my body and I was unable to speak. My voice became a high pitched squeal which turned into a scream, before subsiding leaving me in a semi conscious state. 

As my thinking returned to normal I realised why Dave had turned on the radio. He had obviously pleasured women this way before and was ready for the ecstatic screams. I didn’t think it possible that this guy could give me any more pleasure, other than a deep hard passionate fuck. But I was wrong. 

I felt something cold and hard between my legs. It was spreading my pussy lips apart and entering my warm wet depths. I writhed not knowing whether I liked the feeling or not. After a couple of thrusts into my depths, the thing warmed, and began to feel rather pleasant. The deeper it entered me, the wider my cunt spread. Dave was fucking me with the champagne bottle! In and out, slowly at first, then the lunging became faster and harder. He rubbed my clit with his fingers as he fucked me with the bottle until my mind exploded in yet another orgasm.

I don’t recall what happened next. I think I must have passed out. I was awoken at seven am by the alarm clock. Dave had untied me and put me into bed. He was nowhere around. I made a coffee then showered dressed in preparation for the day ahead. The events of the last evening coursed through my mind. I couldn’t help feeling a tinge of sadness when I realised that I still hadn’t felt Dave’s delicious cock inside my snatch. My spirits soon lifted when I reminded myself that we still had another twenty four hours before the course was over. 

Dave was waiting outside the dining room when I went for breakfast. 

“Hi, Sexy!” he greeted. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks. I didn’t hear you leave last night.” 

“You passed out. Guess that was a bit too much pleasure for you, huh?” he smirked. “You were out for the count, so I untied you, tucked you in, and let you sleep it off. I left as I didn’t want that guy next door to see me creeping out this morning. You did enjoy last night, didn’t you? I enjoyed it, especially your deep throat blow job. You are a very passionate lady.”

I blushed. I loved compliments, but for some reason they embarrassed me.

“Dave, I loved it all. I just hope that I didn’t get too loud. I kind of remember you putting your hand over my mouth a couple of times” I giggled. “Just a little sad we didn’t get to make love, I would have liked that.”

“Yeah I know but there is plenty of time. Do you have any plans for tonight?” he asked.

With that Dave ushered me into the dining room. Carol was sitting alone so we joined her. She looked a bit upset, so I asked what was wrong. Dave went and chatted to Graham and Josh. She explained how she and Bob had spent several hours in her room. Not one to mince words, she told of how they had made love. Of how she had an orgasm, and how she enjoyed it. Now she was upset. She and Bob had big plans for the last day, but Bob’s mother had a bad turn, and his brother had phoned to tell him to go home urgently. Bob promised to phone her at work the following week. 

Dave and the boys joined us. We chatted and ate breakfast. The day dragged on. The course finished mid afternoon when we were presented with certificates. As we still had two hours before dinner, Dave, Carol and I decided to go for a long walk.

We neared the stream at the bottom of the paddock and could hear frogs croaking. Dave told us to keep quiet and we may see them. What we did see next was not at all what we expected. Graham and Josh were at the stream too. Both were naked from the waist down. Josh was face down over a huge boulder. Graham had mounted him and was fucking him deep and hard. We all looked at each other in disbelief and slowly backed away. 

On the way back to the resort, Dave bragged about how he had picked the guys as being gay. Carol raved on about how she was finding herself, and how she had her first orgasm last night. I was so glad for her. She must have been around forty and had never discovered the joy of sex. I got the feeling that this was the beginning of a new chapter in her life. I listened to them both. Although Dave had given me a new exciting experience last night, my mind kept wandering to just making love to him, knowing that tomorrow I would return to my husband’s bed. 

Once again time had run away with us. We had only a few minutes to shower and prepare for our last dinner together. I dressed in another sexy outfit that I had bought for the course. As I closed the door behind me, I noticed Carol was also leaving her room. I couldn’t believe she was the same person. She had styled her hair differently and was wearing more makeup than usual. Her stylish dress accentuated her curvy figure.

“Hey Carol, you look great!” I said in disbelief. “What is with the new image?”

Carol obviously appreciated the compliment. 

“Well, my sister bought me this dress for my birthday and insisted that I bring it to the course. I know it sounds silly, but Bob made me feel like a sexy woman last night, so I thought now was the time to dress like one.” she confided.

Once again we linked arms and walked to the dining room. We both attracted many admiring glances. I was hoping that Carol would find a nice guy to take her mind off of Bob. She did chat to a few people, but said she missed Bob, and couldn’t really be bothered with other guys. Dave and I resigned ourselves to the fact that we were not going to get any time alone. 

After dinner we mingled and said our goodbyes. A few of the course participants would still be at the resort for breakfast, but many of us were booked on early flights home. Carol and I said goodbye to Graham and Josh, and promised to keep in touch. Dave lived in the same city as them, and arranged to meet them for dinner the following week. As the evening drew to a close I felt a little teary eyed that it was nearly over. It had been a wonderful three days. 

Dave invited Carol and I back to his room for a nightcap to round off the evening, and we willingly accepted. After selecting a couple of chocolate bars from the mini bar, Carol made herself comfortable on the sofa. This lady loved her chocolate and was soon tucking into a Kit Kat. Dave poured us each a large glass of Canadian Club which he had bought from the bar. 

“Come and sit beside me, Wanda.” He said, patting the bed beside him.

“Oh sorry guys. I just couldn’t bear being alone tonight.” Carol remarked. “Just pretend I am not here, I can amuse myself.” 

Grabbing the remote control, she flicked through dozens of cable channels, until she found a third rate porn movie. It appeared that Carol enjoyed CC as much as she loved chocolate, and she poured herself another large glass. Dave and I smiled at each other, realising that we may have time to get hot and passionate again. Kicking off her shoes, Carol turned sideways on the sofa and put her feet up. It was obvious she was getting very engrossed in the movie.

Dave took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. I returned his kisses, and we soon forgot about our guest. We lay back on the bed kissing, fondling and exploring each other. I unzipped his pants and wrapped my fingers around his delicious cock. He moved my panties to one side, and dipped his fingers into my wetness. We were lost in a world of passion and lust, removing clothing bit by bit until we were naked. 

“Fuck me Dave. I want you inside me.” I pleaded.

Positioning himself between my legs, he spread my pussy lips and I guided his rigid cock into me. His strokes were deep and slow. We fell into a rhythm. Four slow strokes, then four fast ones. Time seemed to stand still as we were lost in the pleasure of each other. My heart was racing. Dave’s breathing got heavier. As he lunged deep inside me, my cunt muscles gripped his rod and we exploded in a dual orgasm. We held each other as our breathing returned to normal.

It was then that we realised that Carol was doing more than watching TV. She had been watching us and had got so turned on, that she was masturbating. Her head was thrown back and she was deftly working a King sized Mars Bar in and out of her hairy pussy. Dave and I watched with interest, she was so engrossed in her pleasure. Melted chocolate smeared her inner thighs, her arse cheeks, and her tummy. Finally she arched her back and screamed ‘Oh My God!’ before withdrawing the molten mass from her snatch, and slumping backwards on the sofa.

“Good God, Carol. That was amazing!” Dave beamed as he padded across the room to join her on the sofa. “You have made one hell of a mess. Allow me to help you clean up.”

Carol continued to sip her CC but spread her legs to allow Dave an easy access. Dropping to his knees, Dave lapped the folds of her pussy, licked the chocolate from her arse, her pubic hair and her tummy. He slipped two fingers inside her ensuring that there was nothing else to clean up. Working his fingers in and out of her hot snatch, he took her engorged clit between his lips and sucked and nibbled until she ejaculated into his face. 

“Delicious! There is nothing as tasty as a hot woman’s pussy.” Dave said as he slowly stood up and wiped the whitish cream and chocolate from his lips and chin. 

Swigging back the last of her drink, Carol quickly dressed. “I’ll phone you next week!” she called back to me. The door slammed, and she was gone. 

“It is hard to believe that a woman can change so much in three days.” Dave commented. “I suppose there was a suppressed sexual being in there all the time!”

I had to agree.

During the night Dave and I made love on the sofa, on the table, in the bath, on the floor as well as on the bed. I think if he had told me that he had written the Kama Sutra, I would have believed him. I had never met anyone like Dave and have never again met anyone even remotely like him. 

We dozed on and off for a couple of hours. I had arranged for a taxi to take me to the airport at five thirty am. With a sense of sadness I said goodbye to Dave, and returned to my room. 

I showered and dressed, before making myself a strong coffee, which I drank while packing my bag. Everything happened so fast. I was actually relieved to be sitting in the backseat of the taxi on the way to the airport. It was a quite a long drive, for which I was grateful. At least I had time to compose myself. I was soon boarding the Cessna for the two hour flight home. 

I looked down at the green pastures and the white beaches as the plane left the city and headed north to my outback home. I thought of the whole purpose of the course. Trusting your co workers and to have complete trust and faith in the company and yourself.

This had been three days of trust and discovery. Josh and Graham had found each other. Carol and found Bob, and in doing so had also found the real her. I had found Dave, and unknown pleasures. I had certainly learnt the true meaning of ‘trust’. And Dave; I wondered what he had learnt. We had enjoyed some fun times, but I think Dave had discovered trust and faith long before this course. 

The plane started the descent to the airport of my red dusty town. Peter and the kids were there to meet me. They hugged and kissed me, and I was strangely glad to be home. 

The following week, Carol phoned, and we had a long chat. She told me of how she had left her husband and had moved in with her mother. The course had given her the self confidence to do what she knew she should have done years ago. Bob lived in another town that was a few hours drive from her. They had arranged to meet during the Australia Day long weekend. 

Dave didn’t contact me. After several weeks of wondering, I decided to phone him at head office where he worked. The secretary told me that he had left the company and she had no contact number for him. I never heard of him again. 

Twenty years have passed. Things didn’t work out between Carol and Bob, and after living together for a couple of years they went their separate ways. Carol is now upper management and frequently travels on company business, opening new branches all over the world. I haven’t heard of Graham and Josh for a while now, but last I heard was that they had opened a restaurant in the trendy part of the city. I am now the manager of the branch office in my town. I am still married to Peter. My children are now adults and have moved to the city.

Life goes on. 

The End

©Wanda8987 2004



Trust Me



As I pull into the driveway, I notice your car in the garage. My first thought was, "Oh God what now?" 

I place my head on the steering wheel, exhausted. I had a terrible day at the office and just knew that you being home so early meant trouble. I take a deep breath, get out of the car and head for the door. I open the door expecting to hear children bickering, cartoons blaring and a mess all over my living room. But, when I open the door nothing not a sound and best of all no mess. "Honey," I call out, setting down my brief case. "Where is everyone?" I say as I head towards the kitchen. But, still nothing no sounds, no children and worst of all, no you. On the kitchen counter I see a glass of wine and one perfect yellow rose. I pick up the rose and smell it. "Mmmmmm how sweet of him. I'm have to be sure to thank him, if I ever find him," I laugh to myself. I notice a white slip of paper on the counter, a note.

I pick up the note, it says, "Maggie, Lock the front door and come to the bedroom." 

Intrigued, I pick up my wine and take a sip. I grab my rose and head off towards the bedroom. I place the rose between my teeth and open the bed room door. But, no one is in there? I see on the bed there is another small box and two yellow roses. I set my glass of wine down on the bedside table and lay the rose, with the other two, on the bed. I pick up the box and untie the ribbon. In the box is a cd and another note.

"Darling, Put the cd in, get undressed and come into the bathroom." I look at the cd closer, its a copy of, 'Sound of the Sea.' I take another sip of wine, get up and place the cd in the player. Soft soothing sounds of sea birds and waves crashing on the beach fill the air. The music surrounds me as I feel my tension slowly slip away. I sway with the music as I begin undressing. I hear the closet door creak as it is cracked opened. I feel your eyes on me and know that you are watching me undress. I don't want to spoil the surprise, so I don't turn towards the noise. I slowly slip my jacket off and throw it on the end of the bed. I slowly unbutton my blouse and gently slip it off and toss it on the bed also. Still swaying with the music I remove my skirt, letting it fall into a puddle on the floor. Standing in my slip and bra I walk over to the mirror. Stepping just to the right of the mirror I begin caressing my breasts. By looking in the mirror, I can just see you in the closet. I know you can see both the front and back of me from your angle. I dance a little more to the music massaging my breasts and ass. I see you begin to rub your cock thru your pants. 

I slip my slip down over my ass, bending over to remover it completely. I'm standing in front of the mirror with just my nylons and bra on. I walk over and take another sip of my wine. Feeling better every minute. I step back in front of the mirror and remove my bra. Grabbing one tits in each hand I begin kneading them and pinching the nipples. I notice that you now have your cock in your hand stroking is slowly. The site of this instantly causes my pussy juices to flow. I slip my hand down my belly to my pussy. I place one leg on the chair of my dressing table and begin massaging my pussy through my nylons. I start fingering my pussy through my nylons. Pressing two finger into my pussy as I wiggle my thumb on my clit. This feels so good and knowing that you are secretly watching me get me very excited. As I watch you still slowly stroking your cock, I explode in my first orgasm. My juices soak the crotch of my nylons. I quickly remove them and walk towards the bathroom, gently dropping them just outside the door of the closet. Knowing that you will be rubbing your cock with them in just a few minutes.

I pick up my glass of wine and head off to the bathroom. I open the door and steam comes rolling out of the room. I quickly step into the bathroom and close the door, so that none of the heat escapes. The steam smells of Magnolia and I think, "He must have used my magnolia bath oil."

I get to the side of the tub and see it filled with hot steaming water and a couple of magnolia flowers floating on top of the water. I fight the urge to go back into the bedroom an thank you properly. But there will be plenty of time to do that, after the bath. I step into the tub, careful not to upset the magnolia's and sit down.

The warm water surrounds me as all my thoughts slip away. I look around the room and notice another box and a note. The note reads, "My Love, in this box is a blindfold. Put it on and relax. Do not take it off for any reason no matter what you hear or feel keep the blindfold on. Trust me, I love you." 

I set the note down and open the box. Inside the box is a black satin blindfold, just like the note said. I take the blindfold out, set the box down and place the blindfold over my eyes. I lay back into the tub and let the world slip way. Listening to the soft sounds of the cd and the gentle lapping of the water against my skin, I begin to drift off. Just at that moment I hear the door open and someone step in. I hear my wine glass being refilled and set on a tray. I hear A few soft steps and the tray being set on the floor beside the tub. Next, I feel the cool wine glass against my lips, I part my lips and accept the drink. I hear the wine glass, again being set on the tray. I feel your warm lips on mine, your soft gentle moist lips caress mine, as we kiss. I part my lips to taste your sweetness as your tongue slowly traces my lips. Then you are gone. 

I begin to say something, but you whisper in my ear, "Remember not a word!" I sink back down wanting more of you, but knowing your not done yet. I feel a cold firmness against my lips. I hear you whisper, "Open your mouth and bite." I hesitate and you whisper, "Trust me." 

I open my mouth and feel you slip it further into my mouth. I bite down and taste the cool crispness of a strawberry. You continue to feed me strawberries and wine. I'm feeling very relaxed when I hear you say, "Lean up sweetheart, I want to join you." 

I sit up and slide forward in the tub so that you can slip in behind me. I feel your legs slip along mine as you sit down behind me. You place your hands on my shoulders and guide me back against your chest. I lay my head on your chest and we both listen to the cd. I feel your chest rise and fall with each breath. I am completely relaxed and content. When you begin to caress my body with your hands. Moving slow up to my breasts, holding there weight in your hands. You kiss my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine. Caressing me with your hands and lips I melt under your touch. You whisper loving words in my ear, as you caress every inch of my body. My body responds to your manipulation and my breathing comes faster. I slip my hands behind my back, between our bodies, and begin to fondle your cock. Caressing you balls in one hand while softly pumping your cock with the other. Your cock begins to stiffen in my hands as a soft moan escapes your lips. You ask me to stop and sit up.

You stand up and get out of the tub. I hear you begin to towel off and I try to stand up also. You tell me to sit back down and wait a minute. Then you ask me to grab your hand. I reach out and feel for your hand. You grab mine and slowly help me stand up and step out of the tub. I feel a fluffy towel against my body as you begin to dry me off. Standing there naked and blindfolded you dry off every inch of my body. You again take my hand and lead me out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. 

I hear the fire cracking in the fire place as you lead me to the bed. You tell me to lie down and relax, but not to remove my blindfold. I here you walk across the room and stoke the fire. You change the cd in the player. I hear woodland creatures scurrying around in the wood and wolves howling in the background. You tell me to lie on my stomach in the middle of the bed. I do as I'm told. I feel you get on to the bed next to me. I feel you drip warm wonderful smelling oil on my back. I melt into a puddle on the bed. I feel you move to straddle my body and feel your had cock press against my ass. I moan and feel you begin to rub the oil all over my back. Your firm hands caress my back as you grind your cock against my ass cheeks. You slip your hands down my sides and caress the sides of my breasts. Your chest hovers above me, as I feel your hot breath on my neck and your warm soft lips kissing me. Feeling even more aroused I press my ass harder against your cock. Moaning and breathing hard I slip my hands between us, rubbing your stomach and trying to reach your cock. 

You stop kissing me and lean back up, out of my reach. I sigh, wishing I could have you, and praying it won't be much longer until I feel you fill we with your delicious cock. You roll off me and ask me to spread my legs. I do as I am told. Lying on my stomach legs spread aching for you. I feel you get between my legs and rub your cock head over my ass. I moan and begin to speak. When you gently remind me I am not allowed to talk. You keep rubbing your cock up and down my crack as I wiggle striving to get your cock in me. You ask me if I like it and I moan and shake my head, yes. Knowing that I am not going to be able to take much more of this. You tell me to get on my knees, with my ass high in the air. I do as I'm told, knowing that I'm gonna get your hard cock deep in my pussy. I feel your cock head at the entrance of my pussy and I quickly push back against you. Slipping your cock deeply into my pussy and sending shivers all through out my body. I think, "to hell with the rules," and I beg you to fuck me hard. 

Feeling your rock hard cock slam into my hot wanting pussy. I explode into orgasm after orgasm as you pump your hot cum deep into me. We collapse into a heap of heaving flesh. We lie together holding each other when you say, "How was your day honey?" 

With a broad smile, I look at you and say, "In all honesty, I can say, this has been the best day of my life." I kiss you softly on the lips as we drift off to sleep. 



Trust Me



"Trust me." He says as he lays over me brushing the hair out of my eyes. His eyes are what I fell in love with and currently it is as if they are staring through me. I smile as his thumb brushes my skin sending chills on my flesh and rushing heat from the pit of my stomach to my lower region. 

"Why wouldn't I?" I respond in only a whisper as his lips meet mine. A smile dances across his face and he looks to my lips. His lips meet mine and I melt in his kiss as my arms embrace his body pulling him closer to me. 

He pulls back and his eyes meet mine.

"How long have you been planning to get me here?" He asks with a grin while his hands explore my body. His right hand cupping my left breast.

"Mmm, too long. Much too long." I moan and he chuckles and slides down my body taking my left nipple into his mouth. 

At first he teases my nipple with the tip of his tongue. I arch my back trying to get him to suck on my nipple and possibly even a nibble. He doesn't bite my bait. He pushes himself off of me and starts with a trail of kisses south of my breasts. 

I push myself up on my elbows and watch as he slides down to the foot of my bed. His eyes meet my stare as he slows it down and begins to lightly bite my skin. I smile and spread my legs for him. 

"Getting a little ahead aren't we?" He asks as he climbs back up the bed. 

"Well I thought..." His mouth shuts mine as he begins to kiss me once more. As he does my right leg bends over his left and wraps around his leg.

"Don't think tonight. Just enjoy this. Don't over think this. Relax for me, babe. Just relax. I want to watch you enjoy this. I don't want it quick and easy. I want you to be tortured. I want you to cum and cum hard when we fuck. Like the first time. Do you remember the first time?"

"Mmm, how can I forget? It was so spontaneous. I never came that hard before."

"That's because you never had me in the basement of your parent's house before. On Easter no less." It was my turn to chuckle and it was followed by a long kiss. 

As we kissed his fingers were teasing my cunt. I shaved this morning for him. A moan came from his mouth as we kiss. I knew he is pleased. I feel his index finger and middle finger separate my lips and I hear a crackle from my wetness in the air. The cool breeze touches my cunt and he slides down to my breast and takes my left nipple into his mouth.

I hold his head to my breast. I love watching him as he pulls on my nipple time and time again until he finishes off with a quick and hard bite. His eyes meet mine. In his eyes I see playfulness and I know he must see the lust in mine. 

He slides down between my legs and raises them both onto his shoulders as he licks each smooth lips first. His tongue zig zags over my cunt lips just lightly tickling my clit. Each time he passes over my clit I jerk and he holds me tighter against his shoulders.

"Relax, baby." I let my legs down and close my eyes as I concentrate on the sensation his lips and tongue were having on my entire body. I was losing count after cumming five times and he climbs back up to my lips and kisses me. I love the taste of me on him and I hold him closer as I feel his hardness between my legs.

"I love you." He begins to kiss my neck and I hold the back of his neck.

"Mmm, I love you too." My hand runs through his hair and I feel him pushing his cock slowly inside of me. I adjust a leg and then he slides in easily. It has been awhile since he's been inside of me so I'm a tad bit tight and I know he enjoys it because of his deep guttural moan. I arch my back and he pulls on my leg.

I wrap my leg around his back and roll him over. I'm on top and in charge – his favorite position. I place each of my hand on each of his shoulders as I adjust myself on his cock. Once I'm comfortable I keep my hands on his shoulders and begin to rock my hips. I raise my arms and play with my breasts as his hands join mine. Each hand is tugging on a nipple.

His fingers tighten on my nipples and as he pulls them another orgasm is building and my hips are moving faster. I lay down on top of him and press my breasts into his chest as I feel his cock meeting my thrust.

"Don't stop," I barely get out.

"What?" You ask a moan mixed with a whisper.

"Keep fucking me. I want you to keep fucking me."

"Are you going to cum on my cock? Are you going to let me burst inside of your cunt? Your hot cunt, Mmm."

"Yes. I want you to cum inside me I want you deeper inside of me." 

"Deeper, huh?"

"Oh god yes!!! The deeper, the better."

"Ok, babe. Climb off of me and get on your hands and knees." I do as he suggests and feel my sweaty body brush his. I grab his cock and give him a hand job as both of us are on our knees kissing. My cum is slick on his cock and he's so hard. His lips break the kiss. "Babe, stop. If you don't...well..." I smile and kiss his lips quickly before I turn around. He spreads my legs with his hands and his fingers tease my soaking cunt.

His fingers offer my mouth my own juice as I lean against him sucking his fingers. I feel his throbbing cock against me and his hand slides down and teases my clit giving it small tugs which become electric.

"I want you inside of me." I mumble as his kisses started on my neck and were trailing onto my shoulder.

"Bend forward and hold onto the headboard, baby." He whispers as he bent me forward. I feel his cock slide smoothly inside me as he begins to thrust while holding my midsection so I won't collapse. "Oh fuck, honey, you're so tight and hot and wet." I hear him groan and I grab his hand at my stomach and he grabs my other hand on the head board. "Babe, lay with your head on the pillow. I'll be so deep inside of your cunt you'll feel like you're splitting in two."

"Oh god, yes."

As I do this I feel him slide deeper inside and I feel his hands on my hips pulling me into him as he starts to fuck me – hard. I thrust back at him as I feel his thrusts quicken.

"I'm going to cum." I say breathlessly. " I cant hold back."

"Oh yes. Come for me. Come all over my cock. I'm going to cum deep inside of you."

"Fuck me...harder..." I feel his thrusts and then his hot cum shooting deep inside of me and then he touches my clit and pushes me over the edge as I start to cum. My muscles squeezing his softening cock. 

We pant as we collapse next to one another. His hand wraps my face and he kisses my lips.

"We will definitely be doing that again." I look at him with a smile as he pulls me close.

"Oh we will?" He kissed my forehead and pulls the blanket over our bodies.

"Trust me."



Trust Me



Chapter One

Jack kissed each pulse point before he returned her hands to her lap. "I'll be right back," and he walked away.

She was nervous. What had she just agreed to? Had she made a mistake in listening to her inner voice and trusting him? Ali didn't think so. This was not only the man who had featured in many of her dreams but he was a part of her past that she might actually be able to hold close for at least a few weeks without him being harmed.

Ali felt it would be so easy to care for, no be honest, easy to love the man, and that was scary. Not the loving part but the loving and having to walk away could be the one thing life has thrown at her that could completely break her spirit.

Looking into the flames before she gave herself the usual don't feel sorry for yourself you are alive to chat. It would have worked but Jack coming up and placing a blindfold over her eyes interrupted the talk.

"What are you doing? Jack?"

"Shhh. Remember, trust me."

She felt his hands resting on her shoulders and then they moved, gently massaging her neck and shoulders. 

"Did you know that you have been my rock for all these years?"

"No, no I didn't know you even remembered who I was."

"Not remember? You sell yourself short Ali, you are unforgettable."

Not sure how to answer that she stayed silent and sunk further into the motion of his hands. She was so relaxed and having decided to hand the reins of this evening over to Jack she felt freed of any pressure. A single thought marred her peace and felt the need to place it out there for him before they went any further.

"Jack? I am not very good at this sort of thing. I ummm, well, I have had...shoot!"

"You have not had many lovers, is that what you are trying to say?"

"Yes, yes that is what I am saying."

"Kitten, what matters most is what happens between the two of us, not any others. Just tell me if I do anything that you don't want...although I want you to know this up-front, I will not only see your legs but I will touch them and love them."

"No!"

"Yes. I will not allow you to hide anything from me, especially in that bed. This is not a one off night of fucking Ali, this is the start of our relationship together, an adult relationship." He was holding her firmly by her shoulders as she smoothed her hands firmly along her thighs, as if she would be able to hide them forever beneath the fabric of her skirt.

"I know what damage was done all those years ago. I have seen your legs through your many surgeries as a child."

She gasped, that was when she started dreaming of the white tiger.

"This shouldn't surprise you. You know I was a member of the team set to protect your family, and you were mine. Does everything from that time need to be blocked in order for "Alison" to rest in peace?"

"No." Whispered softly because although they were difficult times that followed the murder of her parents she did remember this man, he was her teenage knight in shining armour and eventually he left her.

"You screamed, whenever you saw me you screamed so horribly. Eventually your doctors demanded I not allow you to see me when there, that after you screamed you were inconsolable and would be administered a light sedative to ease you into sleep. I admit even that had not stopped me from ensuring you were not in any danger, I will never stop seeing to your safety."

Jack continued easing her shoulder and neck muscles as he spoke softly to her of their shared painful past.

"Do you know why I see you in the mirror in my house? Why I dream of you and in those dreams you look like you do now and not as I knew you before?"

"Later. I have waited so long for you to come to me...I will wait no longer." He moved her hair over one shoulder and shifted the collar of her blouse to the side, leaned down and dropped a kiss where her neck and shoulder met.

Gently lavishing his kisses on her sweet soft neck in the dark Ali wallowed in the pleasure his kisses freely offered. She could feel his steady breath exhaling against her skin; as he moved up to her ear dropping gentle kisses along the way she felt the heat of his breath. When he twirled his tongue around the edge of her ear she inhaled deeply only for it to escape on a moan as he nibbled the soft lobe.

"Are you ready Kitten?" He asked quietly.

"Yes," was the only answer she felt able to give.

Working his way back down her neck she felt the gooseflesh rising on her arm, so immersed in his gentle seduction the heat of the fire on her bare breasts surprised her enough to bring her hands up to cover them.

"No hiding Ali." Jack had untied the side bow so smoothly she hadn't noticed it happening. Now he spoke gently to her while tugging the neckline of her blouse down, waiting for her to release her breasts. Taking a deep breath she dropped them back behind her so he could take the sleeves off. Only Jack had other ideas and left the blouse caught on her wrists, still behind her back.

"Jack?" Blindfolded and trapped in her blouse Ali felt vulnerable and exposed.

She felt him move and, just shy of frantic, turned to try and find him before she felt him kneeling before her. He settled himself between her legs and reached around her waist, resting his hands first on her waist then after a squeeze flat on the bench behind her. Jack reached up and stopped just before his lips touched hers.

His bare chest settled against her breasts, the erotic sensation slightly parting her lips.

"Beautiful," he breathed against her lips before dropping a soft kiss on their moist surface. "Do you know what I see when I look at your uncovered breasts, thrust out as if in offering? Let me tell you what is before me now."

He shifted away from her tempting lips and sat back on his heels, moving his hands to stroke her knee to thigh through the fabric of her skirt.

Ali didn't know that he had taken off his dress shirt until she felt his bare skin against hers. She was not aware that both his shoes and sock were gone leaving him except for his trousers. As he spoke he reached under the hem of her skirt and took off her shoes before gently massaging her feet.

"I see white alabaster skin with slight dusting of faint freckles. Me thinks my fair haired lass went out in the sun a little too often at some point. Then I see two large, an overflowing handful of white breasts that through their weight gently drop down. Large dusky rose-colored nipples that are topped by deeper red tips decorate them both. Right now the tips are hard and so temptingly pointing out. My mouth is watering and my fingers twitching with the need to pay them a great deal of attention."

His words were affecting her, bringing moisture to her pussy. Ali started working her hands to try and free them from her blouse so she could...actually she didn't know what she wanted just that she felt helpless in the face of this intense desire Jack was brewing in her. The vulnerability was still front and centre in her mind but now she wasn't sure from where it stemmed. 

"What a sexy sight for my eyes to behold. That's it Kitten, keep wrestling with the blouse. Each one of your restless movements causes your breasts to break into a delicious jiggling motion. Swaying gently back and forth. If I had known earlier this evening what was happening within the confines of your blouse I would have been hard pressed not to unwrap you sooner."

"Oh, Jack. You say such wicked things." She couldn't hide from him and knew he could see the flush he, not the fire, was bringing to her cheeks.

Again she felt him move back up before her, resting his hands on her hips and stopped just short of her lips. He used his diamond shaped chest hair to tease her breasts. Tickling her with the soft hairs. Parting her lips she licked her lips and whispered, "Please Jack, kiss me."

"You ask so beautifully," and took his tongue and dragged it slowly across the open seam.

"Please." She gently panted as she felt him take her bottom lip between his teeth and tug. When he sucked her upper lip into his mouth and laved it with his tongue she could not sit still any longer and moved forward, bring her breasts more firmly against his chest. She moaned at the pleasure she felt against his bare chest and again when his tongue moved into her mouth and took their kiss to another level.

This kiss was a full body experience. Her hands occasionally twisted in a half-hearted attempt to be free. Ali loved the feel of her tender breasts against his hard chest. She had never felt so happy to possess this oversized chest until a few moments ago. They weren't just for counter-balancing her backside, they were an object of desire.

Moaning with the pleasure she was feeling, needing to somehow let Jack know that she was enjoying all he was doing. She took a thigh-high stockinged foot and rubbed it along his calf, up to his thigh and then hooked it between his thighs to move him closer. Bringing his cock closer to her barely covered pussy.

"Jack?" Ali breathed and pulled back from his intoxicating kiss. "Where is my skirt? My underwear?" She asked as she felt his hands once again smoothing her legs from the knee up, only this time the skirt was gone and her scars were visible beneath the stockings.

"Pooled around your ankles. You are a naughty woman Kitten." With his hands stroking her ass cheeks, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bench, spreading her legs wider around the width of his chest.

"Underneath that beautifully elegant façade lurked a wanton sex goddess. Breasts bouncing freely, scanty pair of black satin thong panties and a saucy pair of sheer laced-top thigh-highs. My my, can we say erotic?"

He gave her no further opportunity to worry. Jack dropped a firm kiss on her startled mouth then sat back down on his heels. Before she cooled with fear he leaned forward, resting his hands on her thighs, and using the flat of his tongue he licked her hardened tip, sending it dancing. Hearing her quiet groan he moved to her breast and used his back teeth to worry this excited tip.

Jack did not pretend that the keloid scars on her thighs were not there, no he decided the best way to help her over that hump as far as he was concerned was a direct attack. He continued working his mouth over her nipples until she realised he had taken her stockings off and was now stroking her legs without any covering.

"Jack?"

He heard the worry behind the call.

"Yes Ali, I see them and feel them." He moved his hands from her legs to her ass cheeks and took her panties off as he kissed her. Once he gently sat her back down he reached up to cup her breasts, squeezed and pressed them back against her chest so the nipples popped out. "You are so beautiful," he couldn't seem to hold a thought other than getting inside her as quickly as he could. His cock has been hard since he saw her but it was beginning to take over his thinking process.

Before the dominance of the brain could shift south Jack moved. Abruptly he stood and moved behind her and sat behind her. He moved her back slightly so she was flush against him so her head rested just shy of his shoulder. Her trapped hands were now buried between her ass and his trouser covered hard-on.

He slowly stroked his hands down the inside of her legs and when he reached their knees he lifted them to rest over his, spreading her pussy open to the fire. They were close but she wouldn't be burned. Slowly he stroked his fingers up the inside of her thighs looking down and following his fingers slow meandering progress.

"Oh Ali, what a beautiful sight you are sitting spread before me. I think we will need to do this before a mirror so we both can see what an awe-inspiring offering to love you are."

Lightly skimming over her slit he moved up to cup a breast in each hand. "I am becoming quite attached to these two lovelies." He used his thumb and first finger to tweak and tug the tips as he held the delicate globes.

"I am hot Jack, so hot."

"Yes you are that Kitten."

He took a single finger, the mighty first finger, and traced it down to her belly button where it danced playfully around the indentation before it ventured further south. The finger stopped just above her trimmed bush and he her flesh from hip to hip and back again.

"You know, in my fantasies you are naked."

"You are clothed in mine."

Laughter burst from his lips, "We will work on how I feature in your fantasies."

Chapter Two

Jack understood her light banter was a search to find ease in the position she now found herself in. Blindfolded, hands caught behind her back and naked in the lap of a half-dressed man.

Personally he found it a big turn-on and couldn't bear to change their current position. Hoping she found her inner peace because he was ready to take her further along this road they have found themselves on.

His finger was tracing her soft belly from hip to hip and she was deliciously squirming around bringing is cock forcefully in command of his thoughts. Sighing in defeat he let his hard driven lust for Ali run rampant.

Holding one breast and teasing its nipple incessantly was a diversion. Spreading his fingers wide on his other hand he snaked it straight down and cupped her pussy briefly before he moved his middle finger to flicker in and out of her opened slit.

Her opened mouth gasp was music to his ears. And she thrust her chest out further, "Ohhh Jack."

Nibbling on her neck allowed him an interesting view of how his hands were occupied in sensually tormenting this woman in his arms. He found her breasts to be luscious and highly sensitive responding to each and every tease he treated them to. Wanting them in his mouth and to see more of them but still knowing he wanted her to come before they moved to the bed.

Using his other fingers to hold her lips open further he dragged his middle finger up and down her slit before dipping the tip in her moist heated pussy. Her hands had turned and were fumbling to grasp his stone hard cock but couldn't seem to get it right.

"Feel this Kitten, feel my finger thrust deeply into your depths."

Heatedly whispering against her neck as he thrust more of his finger inside her grasping depths. It was his thumb that broke her down. It had reached up to coax her clit from beneath its hidden.

"Jack, let me have my hands so I can feel you, let me touch you."

"No Kitten, right now is all about you."

"I don't know if I can do this."

"You can do anything. If only you could see how you look sprawled naked before the fire, totally open and I am here to bring you pleasure. To make you scream."

"Jack..."

"Are you a screamer Ali? I bet you are, already I hear a multitude of groans and moans. Hear that? I must have hit a sweet spot...shall I go there again?"

Burying the full length of his finger brought his other fingers squeezing her pussy lips together and the heel of his hand pressing and rotating her clit into a tumult of emotions.

"Please, please..."

Thrown into the depths of arousal this intense was someplace Ali had never been. She spread her legs further and tried unsuccessfully to bump her hips against his hand. Desire to grab his hand and thrust it harder and faster against her pussy was utmost in her mind but wasn't sure she could put a voice to the wishes.

"More, Jack please give me more."

Her passion filled thoughts believed that would do it but Jack was not about to let her hide even from her own physical yearnings.

"Tsk tsk Kitten. You can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want."

Shoot, there was no going around the garden path on this one, she had immediate needs for him to see to. Then it came to her, she could voice her wishes to this man with or without a blindfold, without embarrassment or discomfort. The epiphany freed her lascivious appetites from a cage she had not known was held within her, apparently Jack had had the keys.

Watch out Jack a sexy kitten goddess was now on the loose.

Paying more attention to where her hands were she manoeuvred them so one held his solid length within its tenuous grasp. It was thick, very thick and where her fingertips rested atop his balls his cock went beyond her wrist so couldn't judge its length. Squeezing her captive Ali set out to give Jack what he was looking for, a sensual partner.

"Please Jack, fuck me harder with your fingers. If I can't have your cock shafting my pussy then use your fingers and make me come."

"That is the sexy goddess I knew was hiding inside you. Is this good for you sweet cheeks?"

He spread her legs further by using his and added another finger and slowly moved them in and out before his thumb took a swipe at her excited nub.

Ali enjoyed the sounds her moist pussy made as he moved slowly in and out. It seemed with each inward thrust his fingers made that he brought fire as well. She felt on fire and no matter how much passion juice she made the fire could not be doused.

"Do you hear how wet you are Kitten? I so love hearing that sound and your soft grunts each time you try to move your hips to meet my fingers. You can't though can you? No, you are captive so you must feel and hear how I love your body, the life and passion thrumming within your inner workings."

"I am, I am..."

"Yes sweet cheeks you certainly are. Now I took care of finger vs fingers now let's see about the harder part of your request."

She felt the hand he had been playing with her breast move across her chest and grasp hold of the other. He leaned them both back so her head lolled across his hard chest, her hands lost their rigid captive and she was moved more full on his thighs.

Groaning with her displeasure at the removal of his fingers from her depths was quickly changed once he took a dew-moistened digit and toyed with her clit again. The two fingers moved back into her depths at an easy pace but they dragged on their way out.

After a dozen or so easy thrusts and drags the fingers picked up in speed. She bent her legs as far as they could bend to get more.

"Is this "harder" enough for you Kitten?" He groaned as he breathed deeply against her neck.

Fingers were thrust hard and fast, over and over again. Her body was at his mercy and her passionate pleads were fulfilled by him. In a short span of time he had reduced her to a writhing screaming mass as her climax burst through her body.

"Ah, that is music to my ears. My sexy Kitten screaming with her pleasures culmination."

Ali was a damp heap lewdly draped across his lap. Her muscles couldn't move if they had the thought to try. His fingers were still slowly moving in and only slightly out, dancing around her walls as they played.

"You are a passionate woman Ali."

The fingers left her and she felt him raising his hand higher. Then the sound of sucking brought a gasp forth.

"You taste incredible, sweet, reminds me of hot summer days. You are addictive."

As best she could she twisted sideways and tilted her head back.

"Kiss me Jack."

Legs brought together he moved them over his lap and held her close as he gently kissed her. Placing his hands under her knees and around her back he stood up with her and moved them to stand beside the bed.

She felt the blouse being tugged from her hands and they were released. The first thing she did was reach up with her hands to sensually stroke is bare chest before moving them up to his clasp neck and bring his lips down to meet hers. Ali kissed him lightly, "That was amazing. I have never - "

"Shhh," he placed a finger lightly over her lips. "We are far from being finished."

He untied the blindfold, twisted and dropped it on the bedside table and stood still, quietly watching her come to terms with what had just happened. When he had covered her eyes Jack had freed her inhibitions and worries of her physical imperfections. Now with the covering off she acknowledge he had not only released her from a darkness of her own creations but that it had also allowed her to open her imagination about many other areas of her life as well.




Trust Me



Knowing how he looked before and seeing him now brought a wicked smile to her lips. Jack looked to be in pain. His body stance was tense and aggressive; legs spread wide and hands resting on his hips. All it did was draw direct attention to the fact he still wore trousers whilst she was naked and she was nothing if not for equality amongst the sexes.

"Ice Man, are you ready to take those pants off now? Or do I need to cover your eyes to coax them off you?"

Jack's easy laughter made her smile. "Ice Man? I assure you I am not made of something so cold as ice, although I am hard."

As she reached to unfasten his button and zipper she looked up and admitted, "No, you most definitely are not ice although it must flow freely through your veins to have such patience with me. However, your eye colour, well it is what came to mind when I came face to face with you earlier at the party."

With his slacks loosened Ali moved close enough to just barely touch his chest with her breasts. It was enough to bring his hands from his hips to her shoulders where he buried his fingers in her hair and brought her forward for a light kiss. Hands on his hips she moved them underneath the waistband and looked up into his light blue eyes.

"Ask me what I see Jack."

Groaning he murmured, "What do you see Ali?"

Rubbing her thumbs over the soft skin below his hipbones she dragged her eyes away from his to take in all his glory.

"I see a brawny lad before me. He has a broad powerful chest with pecs tipped by small taut nipples that I believe are begging to be nibbled. He has muscled abs without being overly defined. Chest and abdomen are both decorated with a soft diamond pattern of black hair that eventually narrows and moves straight down to..."

Not wanting her lameness to play any part of this new discovery and her seduction, Ali borrowed the strength of his legs to steady her as she used her hands to trace his legs, bringing his pants and tight black underpants with her.

Resting on her heels, breathless she couldn't take her eyes away from the solid thick steel rod that was disguised as his prick.

"Tell me what you see Ali."

At tone of his words she looked up, beyond the large appendage before her, up into his eyes and saw pride, but also visible was a certain air of disquiet about him as well. Trust, honesty and humour had treated them well so far so that is the route she will take for this as well.

"I see the magnificent tool of Super Studmuffin."

Working to compose herself Ali, with her hands around his ankles, lifted each foot up to remove his clothes. Trailing her fingers up the inside of his legs she took a single finger and teased the balls the hung between his legs.

Looking back up at him she dropped her eyes to take him all in and continued.

"I see a cock that is thick and long with a beautiful set of jewels hidden beneath. And, I think your prick quite likes me because he follows me from side to side and nods its head in agreement when I mention all his good qualities."

A pearl drop of pre-cum made its way out and was precariously perched on the crown of his shaft, ready to drop and be wasted on the floor. Not taking her eyes from the sight before her, she carried on with her praise.

"Ahhh, now I see he is tempting me to taste him, you trying to tempt down a path of wickedness Super Stud?"

"Ali - don't!"

Feeling his hands clasping her head firmly to hold her back she moved her tongue out to swipe the droplet and brought it into her mouth. And then looked back up at him.

"All male with a slight salty taste and, wait I need another taste..." She swiped another drop and circled the knob. "There it is the missing piece - your come is iced."

Jack laughed as she meant for him to. Meanwhile she was not done tasting him. Firmly holding the base of his rod she opened her mouth wide, stretched it further than she thought she was capable of and suckled the head. She danced her tongue around all she could reach and then she heard an all male moan escape from him.

With his knob still in her mouth she looked up at him in question. Was she hurting him? Was she doing something wrong?

"Shit! Ali you are so fucking sexy. Suck me Kitten, you are perfect. I love seeing you between my legs with my dick in your mouth. You are blowing my mind."

"No Stud, I am blowing your cock." She offered with a cheeky grin before going back down his satin covered length. Breathing deeply through her nose and took more of him into her mouth. On the down side she would never be able to take all of him, but she was no longer intimated by his length or width and would enjoy every inch.

After a few moments of thoroughly enjoying having his rod in her mouth Ali felt him pulling her off its length. She looked up in confusion and after he helped her stand steady on her feet she was aware of Jack reaching a hand around and cupping an ass cheek while the other stayed holding her head while he kissed her senseless.

"Bed Kitten, I need you on the bed so I can get inside your magical pussy, as far inside as I can go, and love you."

"Oh Jack, I am all yours. Do with me what you will."

The bed looked to have been made for a king. It was massive, four-poster and heavy curtains currently massed around each corner. The mattress height was high but seemed to be a perfect for Jack as he lifted and set her bottom down on the soft satin bed covering. She saw a vast quantity of pillows resting against the back when she turned to make her way towards the centre of the bed.

Once she was settled she looked to Jack and found him watching her while he slowly stroked his length. "I'll take care of you Ali, I will not hurt you."

"Jack, the only way you will hurt me is if right now you walk away. You planning to leave me lying here hungry for you?"

"No, not a chance of that happening."

"Then get yourself up here Stud." She said as she patted the bed beside her.

Reaching into the bedside table drawer he pulled something out and tossed a small bottle of the K.Y. warming lubricant onto the bed before he climbed up and made room for himself between her legs.

Raising her undamaged limb to his mouth he dropped a kiss on her instep up to her big toe. He set is down gently and picked up the other to do the same thing. "How are your legs? Have I hurt them in any way?"

"No, they don't hurt at all. My muscles and tissues are fine it is the bone that is breaking down. Soon I'll have to go in and have titanium sisters strapped to the existing bones to give them stability."

Normally Ali would not bother to answer questions about her condition, but Jack was special. He asked in a straight forward manner and, well, she felt connected to him. Not just because they were now intimate but also because of their history together. He had been there beside her before the murder of her family and had watched over her afterwards.

Jack Ivanovich was a real man. She remembered one of her mother's chats to her as a young lady approaching puberty and her first crush on one of her guards. Real men are few and far between, if you find one who appreciates you for you then my advice is to hold tight and never let go.

Neither Alison Brady nor Ali was stupid, she planned on firmly holding onto her Studmuffin. It was decided, fear of what may or may not happen was no longer going to rule her life.

She opened her arms wide and smiled brightly. "Come to me Stud, come make love with me."

"My pleasure Kitten. It will be entirely my pleasure to make love with you." He reached over flipped open the lubricant. Holding it high above her groin he caught her eyes and winked. "On your steaming hot pussy, this may feel a little cold," and squeezed the bottle, drizzling the clear liquid over her mound and upper thighs.

He smiled when she shrieked and lifted her hips off the bed. Putting his splayed legs beneath hers held Ali's body at an angle that presented her perfectly for him to manipulate the liquid thorough into her slit.

"Ooo! You fibbed that was freezing."

Working the liquid in with his thumb around her clit and lips he smiled. Jack watched his fingers as they liberally spread the liquid on the surface and inside her pussy finding it an incredible sight to behold. He picked the bottle up again and held her lips open and squeezed another dose directly inside her pussy and worked it around with his fingers.

Next he held his rock hard cock in his hand and rained a large measure of the lubricant over the surface. After he fixed the lid and put the bottle to the side he caught her eyes and watched her watching him rub the moisture along his length and because he very much enjoyed her looking at him and his cock he lifted the length and rubbed some into his balls.

"Are you with me sexy goddess?"

"Yes, most definitely yes. Come up here and place that wicked weapon you possess between your legs inside my scorching pussy. There is a fire inside with your name written all over it."

Jack inched forward and placed the knob within her entrance. Slowly he nudged more of his length inside, breaking into a sweat with worry of hurting Ali.

"You are so tight," he pulled a bit of his length out and sunk back in a little further and kept repeating this action. In a little, out the same and back in plus more.

She groaned and thrashed with the impaling. Bending her legs and butterflying them out to try and ease the way further.

"Uuu...Jack...fill me up." She put her hand down over her lower belly, "I can feel you threading your way through my deepest depths and further. The heat is intense, so hot."

"That is it Kitten, take a little more, just a few more inches."

He kept gently fucking his massive tool in and out of her clinging slit until he was fully seated to the balls. Jack reached down and, with his arms beneath her back, pulled up so she sat on his lap and her arms were wrapped around his neck, and he passionately kissed her.

"Am I hurting you? You are fucking incredible, I am fully seated inside you. Ali? Shit, answer me!"

"Studmuffin? Are you asking me questions so I have to think instead of making love with me? Because I would hate to waste one infinitesimal amount of time on worry when you are inside my pussy stroking up the fire. You complete me Jack, now finish me." 

"Okay sweet cheeks, okay, no more questions just loving."

True to his words Jack gently laid her back down and draped her legs at the knees over his elbows. He watched where they were joined as he slowly pulled his length out of her slit until the crown remained inside and then slowly replaced it in her depths. Keeping it slow so her muscles were eased into the action and not strained.

"Easy Kitten, we need to take this nice and slow." He offered without taking his eyes away from the fascinating sight before him.

When he was sunk deep in her pussy Ali took revenge and contracted her muscles, tightly squeezing his cock.

"Shit! Sweet cheeks, I don't want to hurt you."

Ali released the muscles and promptly tightened them back up.

"Listen to me Stud. You will not hurt me. I am not asking you to play jackhammer in my pussy with your tool but I swear I'll hurt you if you don't pick up the speed and fuck me."

Jack smiled and while holding her gaze moved an arm and used his thumb to fully uncover her clit and pinched it between his thumb and first finger. He watched as her eyes glazed over.

With her muscles now relaxed he withdrew about half way and then went returned with more force than before. His eyes were drawn to her breasts which shook with each returned thrust.

"Hold you breasts for me Kitten. That's it, squeeze them so your nipples pop through your fingers. Hold tight." Jack pulled out slowly and returned with strength and with more and more of his length coming into play.

"I can feel so much of you, every ridge, every inch. Oh Jack..."

He let her legs go and they wrapped around his waist as he leaned down, removed a hand holding a breast. He sucked the nipple and trapped it against the roof of his mouth, tormenting it with his tongue. Jack moved to her other breast and removed that hand. He gnawed on the excited nipple while his fingers firmly pinched the other.

Repeatedly fucking into her sodden depths all the while enjoying her grunts with each mighty thrust and moans of despair with each retreat. He loved the sounds of their sweat-dampened body's slapping against each and those produced by her molten slit when it received his rock hard pole. 

He leaned up on an elbow with a nipple firmly in his mouth and, looking her in the eyes whispered, "Come for me Kitten."

Ali instantly complied with his demand. She could do nothing else with the repetitive powerful thrusting her slit was taking. The rhythmic pulsing of her pussy walls squeezed him tightly, gripped and released only to grip again so he couldn't leave her depths. But it was the screaming that brought him back to his knees.

"Oh shit Kitten. That is exquisite...you must always grunt and scream for me, come on my cock, beg for my loving...it just does it for me." On his knees he fucked in and out of her pussy with leverage behind him. Back and forth. Her slit had relaxed some after the climax and eased his way some. With less worry for hurting her brought out more speed and depth to his thrusts.

"Oh Kitten, you should see what I see, you are a sex goddess."

Ali brought her hands back down to her breasts and held them so that with each of his thrusts the nipples brushed against her thumbs, staying hard and bringing moans bursting from her lips. She rubbed her legs up and around his body and he fucked her, loving his skin as much as his deep male grunts.

It was all too much for him. Jack roared "Ali...Ali...I...uuh..."

Keeping his cock still buried in her slit, he collapsed on her and rolled to the side, hooking her leg over his hip. He looked into her eyes as he smoothed hair from her cheek, "I think you should know that I want more."

With a sleepy well-loved look gracing her face she acknowledged his request. "Yes sweetie, just give me a few minutes to recover." Slowly she blinked as she realised he was still hard inside her and gently rocking in and out. "Does he ever get enough?" 

"Of you? No. Never."

Ali grinned in return. "Okay, good. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I'll be ready." 



Trust Me



"Trust me" you hear me whisper softly into your left ear. 

Nervous you lick your lips and nod your head, you can see nothing through the blind fold which makes all your other senses sharp, you smell my cologne and the scented candle that I so often burn, you hear the music I put on, a flute, a fiddle, some others you don't recognize some Irish melody from my computer. You feel me get off the bed and the soft restraint of the neck ties that I have used to bind you face down on the bed, your wrists test the restraint, and there is no escape. 

Your on your knees, if you weren't blindfolded you would be looking down onto the bed your hands are resting on the headboard tied so that they can't go far. It's hot in my bedroom, we have been making out for some time, it was wonderful, but different, something seemed strange about me. Then I asked you if you trusted me and you said yes through your heavy breathing. 

Now here you are, but I walked out of the room you're almost certain of it, you couldn't hear footsteps over the music but you don't feel me any more. Seconds seem like hours then you feel hands on your shoulders, they have lotion on them, they rub your shoulders deeply massaging them it's relaxing, but your nervous that you can't see.

"I love you" you say as the hands start to work their magic down your back.

"I love you too" my voice comforts you. It always does.

You feel the hands work down to your ass, they start going lightly over your swollen pussy lips, you spread your knees a little further, but my fingers just keep rubbing the outsides, teasing. Your getting so met you can feel your juices on my fingers. A moan of complaint escapes your lips as you move your hips back to meet my fingers. Another hand, my left one strikes your ass cheek hard, leaving a hot pleasure pain feeling behind and you moan again.

"Please baby I want it so bad" you whimper. 

"Really" there is playfulness in my voice, the hands leave your body and you can feel me climbing all the way onto the bed, up by your head, a hand is under your chin, lifting your head, you feel something, yes it's my cock, harder then you have ever felt it at your lips your lips part, allowing it into your mouth.

Slowly I work my hard cock into your mouth, deeper and deeper until your nose touches my abs. you feel fingers running through your hair, nudging your head forward and backward while your tongue swirls around my now throbbing cock.

"Oh baby I love that so much" you can hear my heavy breathing as I half moan half speak the words. The fingers leave your hair and you continue to bob your head up and down the cock, such a good little cock sucker you are, using your tongue to play with the cock in your mouth. You feel me leaning forward. 

SMACK! A hand lands squarely on your left ass cheek and the heat of the pleasure pain that it causes makes you moan around my cock. In your heightened sense of arousal you almost didn't realize it, not until you heard the noise, a noise you didn't expect, a noise that causes you to freeze in terror, Terrified as you are at this new discovery, you can now feel your juices running down your inner thigh. As soon as the sound registers you realize it, the hand on your ass, the one that just sent the jolt of pleasure straight to your clit, does not belong to the man you love, or for that mater to a man at all.

You stay frozen with my cock halfway in your mouth as you feel the soft, feminine hand on your as, squeezing it gently you can feel her nails lightly scraping against your skin. Her other hand was suddenly on you, lightly her fingers run up your lower back, grazing your back ever so gently to your shoulders, your neck running into your hair. This delicate woman's hands one gently kneading your ass cheek the other wrapping its fingers through your hair.

"Suck!" It's not a request, a female voice you don't recognize, it's an order. You hesitate unsure, she starts pushing your head down towards the base of my cock, her other hand moving to your inner thigh. You take me into your mouth, the feeling of my cock in your mouth, and this mystery woman forcing your head to bob up and down my shaft, along with her rubbing you, teasing you, is making you so wet so horny. 

She starts rubbing your outer lips, already slick with your juices her fingers spread the sweet nectar all over your soft lower lips. A strong hand, a mans hand, your loves hand replaces hers in your hair as you pick up the pace and start really sucking my cock. She traces her way down your neck around your shoulder to your ribs, then your belly, then your tit, it feels so good, then she moves so close to your hard nipple and stops.

You moan in disappointment, how can she have you so hot, why does she still tease you, you can since that I am close, almost ready to come. You increase the attention on my cock moaning around it and playing with it with your tongue.

A combination of a scream and a moan of pure lust and excitement escapes your lips, muffles by my cock, oh it feels so good, this woman that you have never seen... Her finger slamming deep into your hot wet pussy as my hard cock explodes in your mouth, that cum you love so much spurting down your throat, my hands wrapped in your hair, holding your head, her finger twisting as she slams it in and out of you as you cum all over it, moaning around my cock.

I pull my softening cock from your mouth at the same time your mystery woman removes her finger, you feel us both get off the bed, you can still taste my cum on your tongue and feel it at the corners of your mouth. A familiar sweet smell, travels beneath your nose, it's your smell, you feel a finger at your lips, they part and a long soft finger slides between them. You taste you cum on what must be the finger she was just fucking you with. She pulls it out. What seems like an eternity goes buy then bolts of pleasure, like an electric shock, you can feel lips touching yours, to soft to be mine, you can taste your cum on her lips, you must not be the only one to have sucked that finger! Whats more you know she can taste my cum on your lips!

Slowly she kisses you passionately, then she offers you her neck, ever so slowly moving her body up, the possibilities race through your mind. You continue to kiss what ever is offered to you, hungrily, her neck her shoulder, then finally her breast. You kiss and lick with uncontrolled passion, this same fantasy having run through your mind a million times, now so close to being a reality.

You feel something enter you, long and hard, my cock, slowly sliding into your soaking pussy, I lean forward over your back, and the breast, that was at your lips moves away , just before you get to the nipple you so wanted to suck.

"Go ahead suck it" It's my voice whispering sweetly into your ear, at that moment the hard nipple of this woman you don't know is at your lips. Your tongue snakes out from your parting lips and touches it, licking it. You suck the nipple into your mouth as I start moving my cock in and out of your pussy. You hear the woman moan, her fingers now in your hair pulling you to her and pressing her tit into your mouth, they aren't as big as yours but they are firm and feel so wonderful in your mouth.

"I can't take it any more!"  Wait! You recognize that voice, who is it you can't place it but you know you know this woman, this woman who is pulling her breast from your mouth her fingers still in your hair, pulling your hair to move your head back. She moves a little, then roughly pulls your head down, down to smooth, hot, wet, skin, you can smell her sex now it's the only thing you can smell your face buried in her apparently shaven pussy, instinctively you lash out with your tongue licking your first pussy.

You can hear her moan, you can hear me moaning, and you moan into her sweet folds, your pussy full with my hard cock and your mouth full with this pussy. The smell and taste are so sweet, you can't get enough your lick her pussy like some kind of starving kitten, sucking her clit and sliding your tongue into her wet hole.

You feel me reach around and start rubbing your clit, as you suck on hers, you can feel your orgasm building, building like nothing you have ever felt inside you. I slam my cock into you hard and fast, making wet noises against your ass and thighs, and foceing your face against her pussy. You feel a gush of her juices start pouring over your face, the realization hits you that you have made this woman cum, the added excitement causes your back to arch and you moan as your pussy clenches around my cock and your clit suddenly gets more sensitive as your orgasm rushes over you like a tidal wave.

I pull my cock out and start finger fucking your as you go through the folds of your orgasm with this woman cumming on your face. Then a new sensation hits first on the middle of your back, then stringing down to your ass as you feel hot globs of creamy cum landing on your burning skin. The feeling prolongs your orgasm, and your ecstasy is complete when you feel those loving feminine hands start rubbing my cum all over your body.

Suddenly you realize that your hands are free, you collapse onto the bed, on your stomach her feet on either side of your head and me kneeling between your thighs, a single womans finger, presses your lips, they part seemingly of there own free will and you can taste my cum on her finger.

Exhausted and lost it post orgasmic bliss you drift off to sleep. The last thing you remember is a head on either side of yours, two voices whispering.

"Merry Christmas" 

You drift off into a blissful sleep. The alarm clock wakes you and you shoot out of bed to turn it off, looking eagerly you are suddenly disappointed. You search the bed, the entire room with your eyes, I am the only one there, you see no woman in the room. We get up I fix you coffee and a quick breakfast before you go to class. The morning goes by like nothing happened; maybe it was just a dream, oh what a dream it was though!

Your mind keeps wandering back to that amazing dream, to the smells sounds and feelings, so real that you can still feel them if you close your eyes.

"Excuse me? Are you ok? Class is over you can go." 

With your eyes closed it hits you like a brick, you know the voice, the voice last night, the voice that said all those things last night, the teacher that you have fantasized about. You open your eyes and she looks into them, you blush deep red and you can see it in her eyes, you know, she knows you know, you both smile sheepishly and you leave the classroom and your last class of the semester.



Trust Me, I'm a Doctor



I see the nice young man standing in the queue at the pharmacy as I carry the box of medical supplies from the store room to my car at the front of the building. He has come to my attention because of the slight altercation he seems to be having with the young lady behind the counter.

He has rolled up his sleeve to show her something and she has insisted on calling over the lady pharmacist, a tall, severe-looking woman in large unfashionable glasses, for her professional opinion. It also hasn't escaped my notice that he is a very good-looking and pleasant young man. It's something that comes naturally to me. I have an eye for pleasant, good-looking young men, and I admire the way he is making his point about not being able to afford to consult a doctor at this point in time, and the fact that he has no medical insurance.

He is honest and has dignity. All he wants is an ointment and some care advice on the injury to his arm, and he will be on his way. Although, I have to admit, from what I can see, the injury looks unhealthy. In fact, despite his protestations, the pharmacist is quite correct in her evaluation of his need for a tetanus booster. I can see that quite plainly, even at the distance from which I have been quietly observing. But then, you see, it is what I'm paid to do. It's my profession; I am a doctor, after all, and he will soon become my ever-so-willing patient.

I offer to take him to my surgery in my car so that he can be given a tetanus shot. At first he looks doubtful, stressing his inability to pay. I tell him that I am willing to give him a complimentary jab and offer a reassuring smile. I can see that I've hit home as for a moment he is taken aback. Then, turning back to the young lady behind the counter he thanks her and bids her good-day. It is at this point that I know I have made an essential connection with him.

My imagination starts to work its magic...

In my mind's eye, I see him standing before me, completely naked, his blond hair flopping over one eye. He is embarrassed by his lack of attire, but blushing makes him look hugely attractive. Another thing that makes him look hugely attractive is his bobbing, semi-erect penis, displaying its expectancy of good things to come. He fidgets nervously, half-hiding it, worrying that it will become fully-erect and betray him completely.

I've seen it before in young men who've stood before me. I've had quite an effect on some of them in the past and I seem to be having a similar effect on this one too. I sense there is something special about him. He has a need, a very particular need. And now that he is fully erect I can see the confirmation of that need. His physical response to my presence speaks so eloquently of his inner feelings and desires.

My mind returns to the present moment...

We get to the car. I put the package on the back seat, get in and open the passenger door for him. He looks apprehensive, but tells me how much he appreciates my kindness. What he doesn't know is how much I'm going to make him appreciate my kindness; for I intend to extract payment in kind. For the matter of a simple injection, costing no more than a few dollars in real terms, I will have at my disposal his beautiful body and I intend to get much more than my money's worth. After all, I will be giving him the benefit of my vast specialised knowledge and experience. That is something that cannot be bought. I have a nice feeling about this handsome young man and I know I'm going to enjoy amusing myself with him.

And what about him..?

Well, it's what he makes it really. You see, I can't guarantee his pleasure, only my own. I wish I could. But I really hope he can draw something from our meeting today. A lot of young men actually return to my surgery for even more 'special' treatment. I can only assume that there are certain individuals who actually acquire a taste for the particular kind of medicine I like to prescribe. It's quite surprising how one can get hooked on being humiliated and belittled. I enjoy participating in these games; yet at the same time confess puzzlement as to their appeal in a recipient.

But I truly do hope he'll be able to attend more surgery in the future. I'm sure we'll be able to establish that special 'tender' relationship in time. He looks such a nice boy, so clean and wholesome, and best of all, so innocent, and it's always such a delicious pleasure corrupting pure innocence.

We pull away from the curb into rush-hour traffic, but my surgery isn't far away, a couple of blocks, so we'll be there in ten minutes. I take the opportunity of admiring his long legs, tightly clad in denim jeans. He is slim, a lovely figure of a young man, if I may be so bold. I allow my eyes to alight briefly on his crotch. I like what I see. His masculinity bulges with promise and in my excitement I almost run a red light. He gives me a reproving glare. Alas! That will go on the debit side of things when I tot up the bill. I'm afraid I will have to add an extra charge for that, you insolent pup! But he needn't worry too much; his body abounds with riches from which I can extract adequate payment.

We arrive at my surgery, a private wing of what was once an old military hospital, now mainly converted into shiny new apartments. I get him to carry my package for me. It's a small chore, but a significant one. I need him to do things for me and deep down, I know he's very happy to oblige. We go inside...

I ask him politely, but firmly to put the package on my desk and sit down. I get him to roll up the sleeve of his right arm so I can inspect the wound, and also so I can take his blood pressure. A closer inspection of the abrasion on his forearm reveals signs of secondary infection; a line of what looks like red lipstick has started creeping up his arm. In fact he is going to need some antibiotics as well as the tetanus shot. I check his blood pressure, slightly high, but I can put that down to what is known as 'white-coat-anxiety' brought about by his immediate situation, location and accompanying atmosphere. I make allowances for that, as I do for the accelerated pulse reading.

Nothing to worry about. In fact, it's about what I would expect from anyone in my presence, and I always find it a most encouraging sign that I am able to stimulate a person's bodily reactions so readily.

I hand him some antibiotic tablets for him to take later and then give him a couple of injections -- the tetanus, and also something else. In a short while the second injection will have a rather strange affect on the young man. He will begin to feel rather carefree, like one does after their pre-med shot before they're taken down to the operating theatre. This injection will have the additional power to induce a feeling of subservience in him. I don't plan to expel too much energy in getting him to play my games. I'm a bit past all that running around, huffing and puffing.

I keep him seated for a while longer while I question him about things such as masturbation and intercourse - quite irrelevant and unnecessary of course. But I can see the intrusive nature of the questioning has had the desired effect. He radiates a warm, lustful glow, and I bet his cock is responding in a positive manner too.

In fact I reach out and feel him, quite blatantly. He doesn't flinch. The gleam in his eyes tells me I'm on the right track. I squeeze his cock which is firming up nicely inside his jeans and then roll his balls a little. I am encouraged by the response. He widens his legs and invites further scrutiny. Thank you, young man - I accept the invitation.

I show him through to the examination room next door. Already he is showing signs of coming under the influence of the special substance I have injected into his bloodstream. He is more demonstrative, enquiring and confident. He walks over to the couch where I conduct internal examinations. I watch as he fingers the stirrups that have secured some very nice young ladies in the past, as well as men, and all those concerned have eventually revealed their innermost secrets to me.

Seeing him fingering the cold, bright stainless-steel attachments actually gives me an idea I hadn't previously considered. How nice at some point during the proceedings to get him nicely spread and secured. His wrists will be tethered also, so that I can amuse myself without any encumbrance from him.

He may or may not realise the intense erotic feeling that can be induced simply by inserting into the penis a long, slender object such as a 'urethral sound'. This is a procedure that in some people will stimulate an incredibly intense orgasm. Because he is to be immobilised, he will experience a delicious feeling of helplessness, violation and intrusion as he witnesses his self being slowly and steadily penetrated to the hilt, by a stainless steel implement propelled by nothing more than its own weight. It really is quite a fascinating spectacle how something almost twice the length of the organ into which it is inserted will virtually disappear inside it and without a hint of fuss. Maybe I will use the technique on him later -- that is, if I think he deserves to cum at all.

We'll just have to see what transpires. Whatever happens, I'm going to make sure that he at least satisfies my desires, if not his own.

I show him through to another room at the end of the corridor and switch on the light from outside. A powerful circular ceiling lamp blinks into life, revealing a highly sanitised chamber with large sparkling white tiling and chrome fittings, a washbasin, a shower and a flushable toilet. It is all spotlessly clean.

I tell him that he will require an enema because I need to give him an internal examination. He has no reason to question this, but if he did I would simply tell him it is normal procedure and that would be an end to it. He is in no position to argue coherently and logically about what is or what isn't to be done to him. The drug I have administered has by now completely, albeit only temporarily, inhibited his power of reasoning. In fact, at this very moment I would think he's experiencing an unprecedented level of well-being. They say ignorance is bliss, don't they?

I ask him to strip which he begins to do without protest or hesitation. Meanwhile, I get ready the necessary things for his enema, ensuring thorough sterilisation of all necessary equipment.

I wheel the trolley of apparatus over to him and order him to go down on all fours and present his rear to me. I tell him to part his ass cheeks using his hands to display himself to me for my pleasure. To do this to my satisfaction, he has to maintain his balance by resting his head on the hard-tiled floor. He complies with my request. What a delightful servant he is turning out to be for his master, so pleasant and willing.

My cock does a lovely flippety-flip at the delicious sight that greets me -- a chocolate brown, pulsating rosette of elasticised flesh. I goad him, encouraging him to open himself even wider so that I can inspect him thoroughly. He hesitates for a second and I need no further invitation to give him a sharp, corrective slap on the lower right buttock. The sudden report of sinew on flesh echoes against the hard tiles of the chamber. I do so like the sound of a stinging, well-aimed smack that has found its mark. He obliges immediately showing fully the palpitating entrance to his glory hole. I am tempted to tongue him right there and then, but I have to suppress my lust for we have much work to do. I notice that his face has reddened quite dramatically as a result of my corrective gesture, as has the skin of his right buttock which is now sporting an attractive pink slap mark about the size of my palm.

I imagine how wonderful it would be to give him a thoroughly good over-the-knee spanking and immediately start planning in my mind how I might best bring this about. In fact the answer is right in front of me. It will be an easy matter to set him up for a misdemeanour for which I can punish him. I will set him the virtually impossible task of holding the warm water inside his bowels for two minutes. This is extremely difficult for anyone except those with the most extraordinary level of bowel control. With this in mind I fully expect him to expel within the first minute.

But before I insert the tube I pull on a white rubber glove, lubed liberally with KY, and set about examining his rectum. He is nice and tight at the sphincter (a good sign) but nonetheless I soon have him breached with one, two, and then three fingers inserted into his backside. Now I'm able to manipulate, stretch and relax his anal muscle satisfactorily. I hear him sigh as the tension gradually leaves his body.

I remove my fingers and proceed to insert the lubricated tube into his rectum. When I'm satisfied it lies in the right position I begin filling his bottom with the warm, soapy solution, all the while talking to him, encouraging him to keep it inside himself for as long as possible.

"I want you to keep the water inside you for two minutes. I will time you. If you fail to do this to my satisfaction, I am going to spank you severely. Do I make myself clear?"

He answers yes and I switch off the pump and remove the tube. I tell him to get up now and go and sit on the toilet, setting the second hand of my watch to zero.

Already the first dribbles of water are running from him as he struggles to maintain bowel control. I smile to myself and look forward to the lovely bottom warming I will now surely be able to give him.

It's quite incredible. I almost lose out. I have under-estimated him. In fact he excels himself, making it to one minute, forty-three seconds before he allows the dam to burst and in what appears to be one tremendous gush.

"I'm sorry."

"Clean and dry yourself."

"I tried so hard - I really did!"

Despite my unsympathetic attitude to his failed effort at complete retention, I am secretly proud of him. It was a supreme effort and I thoroughly enjoyed his facial expressions as he battled against all the odds. He has pleased me greatly, but I am still going to keep my side of the bargain.

After he has dried himself I take hold of his erect penis and lead him to yet another chamber where a simple, hardwood chair occupies the centre of the room. I sit down, open my fly and order him over my knee. He does this willingly. He is moderately heavy, a well proportioned young man. But I am much stronger than he, in body and in mind. Seeing his hair and arms hanging limply towards the floor gives me a powerful erection which I know delights him too because he wriggles and squirms in appreciation. He simply does not have the willpower to resist me or his situation, and his helplessness and the subservient way he gives himself up to me contributes greatly to my pleasure.

I begin the spanking. Light, quick smacks that warm rather than sting to begin with. I have to be careful not to afford him too much pleasure, because it is possible for a person to have an orgasm from spanking alone. I have succeeded in bringing this about many times before for the benefit of those who have served me well. But I must remember that right now this is a punishment, not a reward and so I begin to increase the tempo and weight of the slaps.

His cock squirms deliciously against my own and I feel we are in danger of soiling each other, of having our orgasms far too soon, for the harder I hit him the more he seems to like it and I am obliged to play safe and bring the episode to a premature close. What a pity. But the sight of his reddened, almost scarlet ass excites me so. I cannot hold out much longer.

I order him to go back to the original examination room, following closely behind you, enjoying his undulating buttocks moving deliciously in front of me. Even though I say it myself -- I have made a pretty good job of the spanking. There appears to be hardly any area of skin that has escaped my onslaught.

I had planned to scrutinise his anus further, and then exposing him to other indignities and humiliations for my private pleasure - such as the urethral sounding. But I am too hot with lust and I would so like to experience fucking his bottom while it is in its burning state. It's such a delightful sensation, having one's cock buried deep in the mire of fiery flesh of a recently spanked male bottom.

We enter the original examination room and I tell him to climb onto the couch and present his bottom to me yet again while I take my clothes off. For the first time he is able to see my cock in all its eight and one-half inches of erect glory - an impressive sight to the averagely endowed man. I can tell by the light in his eyes that he follows in this tradition.

I lube myself and climb up behind him. Then I lube him, his asshole, his cock and balls. I take the opportunity of rolling and squeezing his balls, just enough to give him some pain, to remind him who's in control. Not too much, it's so important to keep pain at an enjoyable level during sex. The head of my cock is already slick with pre-cum and I take the opportunity of getting some on my forefinger and tasting it. It really is amazing how sweet it is in comparison to the bitterness of full ejaculate and I must confess a weakness for it...

I finger his asshole rudely, feel its expectant tackiness, its tough, yet yielding, elastic ring, just crying out to be stretched and violated. I order him to look in the full-length mirror which is situated rather conveniently at the head of the couch. I want him to see every nuance of changing expression as he experiences the various highs (and lows) of having his ass fucked by a real cock for the very first time. It's pretty obvious to me that he is prime virgin butt; his ring is so deliciously tight and intact. How nice that I shall be the first to take that virginity from him.

I smooth and square his hips, lining him up for my intended assault. I look over his shoulder and see his bright red prick, bob and twitch momentarily in the mirror as I press and rub myself against his body, making him aware of my own sex. Then I go down and put my face up against his ass and starting tonguing his hole. He squirms and moans as I penetrate him with the tip. He has a dank, musty taste - very horny. When I've slicked him up plenty I shuffle up close behind so that my cock is pressing stiffly against his ass cheeks.

Oh, what exultant joy to feel flesh on flesh, skin on skin, hot cock on nice warm virgin butt. I lean into him, running my hands up his back, massaging and manipulating him, feeling the little ridges of vertebrae move under my fingers as I work my way up the column of his spine, over his shoulder blades and up to his exquisite neck.

My hands drop to his shoulders which I begin to massage too, digging deep into the bull-like muscle. He moans quietly under the firm, insistent pressure. I lean forward and lick the salt-sweat that has gathered at the back of his neck, and where his hair lies in damp, matted rat tails, all the while gently sliding my cock up and down the slippery wet crack of his ass. I can smell the nervousness wafting from his armpits, a faint garlic odour, as apprehension sets in. It's a clear signal to relax him, try and relieve the mounting tension in his muscles. I go to work in earnest, feeling the tissue and sinew in his back soften under my fingertips. I wait behind him for the right moment to put it in, manoeuvring my cock ever closer to his virgin fuck-hole.

"Will it hurt?" he asks, timidly.

"No," I reassure him. "At first you might feel something. A slight prick maybe (I cannot help grinning at this), but the rest will be pure heaven. All you have to do is relax, let go, let it happen. It'll be fine, I promise you. I'm going to take you on the magic carpet ride." I kiss the side of his neck, bite him hard, suck his salty flesh into my mouth.




Trust Me, I'm a Doctor



The slim blonde in the white lab coat sat behind the receptionist's desk. Her pony-tailed head was tilted down as she sat scanning the names on the clipboard before her. Sometimes it seemed to her, that just about everybody in Hollywood eventually found their way to the Fontana Clinic. Joyce was used to seeing celebrity names on the list, but at one she stopped dead...and stared...unable to believe her eyes! 

Sure enough, third down on the list of scheduled new arrivals sat the name of her hated nemesis -- none other than that stuck-up bitch herself: Ellicia Wellsley! Seeing that name brought up all the old feelings of bitter resentment against the woman who had ruined her career before it even got started. It was all because of a few catty remarks she and Brenda had exchanged one day in the chorus girls' changing room. She later found out the nosy bitch had snuck in through the back hallway, because she liked watching the girls change into their street clothes. 

And she must have gotten an earful! All the girls hated the haughty lead dancer who was the current queen of the Vegas strip and around whom the whole extravagant show had been built. But Joyce and Brenda had a running joke going about their "super-star," and the not-too-subtle attempts she made to bed every girl in the company. Watching from behind a bank of lockers, Ellicia must have overheard the two young dancers laughing, and flushed with humiliation when she realized their giggling was aimed at her!

They could only guess what she might have overheard, but the next day both girls were called in the office and unceremoniously dumped from the cast. The rumor mill had it that Ms Wellsley was not amused; she wanted them gone -- out of her sight! But not content with seeing to it that Joyce lost her job, along with her first real big break, the vindictive bitch then made a few phone calls. Joyce found she was frozen out, no longer welcomed at any of the casting calls along the strip. Defeated and discouraged, Joyce left Vegas for the coast, eventually ending up working at Harlan Royce's exclusive clinic hidden away in the Hollywood hills. It turned out to be great job, and the fact that she had a handsome and always randy boss, who hired her to be his personal assistant by day and perform other duties at night -- that Joyce considered that a big plus.

Now she couldn't believe her luck. Fate had actually dumped the arrogant bitch into her hands! Immediately she began plotting her revenge. Joyce would need Harlan's help, but that should be no problem. Of course, Harlan knew her sad tale. She had poured out her heart to him over Margaritas one day after work, before they ended up at his place. Yes, he knew all about of her hatred for Ellicia Wellsley; it even amused him. 

She started to get up to go to his office, but then she caught herself. No, this was not something to talk about when Harlan was getting ready to greet his new guests. Much better to wait till this evening. Once she got him in bed, Joyce found her boss was always a lot more pliable, especially after she worked him over for an hour or so in that big circular bed of his. 

And so Joyce's plan began to unfold, as she stood watching with grim satisfaction while the clinic's gleaming white limo delivered the wicked witch right on to her very doorstep. Harlan was out in driveway to greet the new arrival of course. Joyce saw those beautiful long legs unfold as, with the grace of a high fashion model, her majesty arose to her full impressive height, lifting a well-manicured hand to be helped out of her chariot. The obsequious staff rushed out to whisk away Madam's luggage, as Harlan escorted his latest guest to her private chalet. Joyce watched the familiar elegant figure in those high heels saunter down the pathway, and she couldn't help smiling to herself in barely suppressed glee. 

Harlan took some convincing, but the snuggling blonde kept a languid hand moving between his sprawled legs, fondling his balls and fingering his swelling cock as she slithered up against him to whisper in his ear. She suggested, with an urgent little squeeze, that this would be the perfect opportunity to try out the new experimental drug he had bought from Wallace Avery, and was just itching to try. 

He told her how this new wonder drug that revolutionize treatment; how he meant to try it out on those guests who were looking to explore their sexuality. For them, he explained, it was necessary to delve into the unconscious, using hypnosis, to discover certain troubling fantasies the patient may have buried deep -- just like any other therapist might do. The new drug would greatly aid the process. He had eagerly explained how it worked to Joyce, even urging her to try it. But she was reluctant, at least until she could observe its effects on one of the guests.. 

It turned out that Dr. Avery's drug was some kind of endorphin analogue that caused subjects to become imprinted on the first person's voice they heard after being injected. They would obey that voice, and follow whatever command or suggestion they are told. It seems the drug initiated a very specific neural cascade. Until a subject acted to obey, he or she experienced inexorably growing sensations of physical and psychological urgency. But as soon as they obeyed, the drug caused the system to release endorphins to restore the internal equilibrium, while producing an intense rush of euphoria. The pleasure was said to be indescribable, but they wouldn't remember that, or much else about the treatment, for at the end of the session they would be injected with a deep sedative that erased all short-term memory. The drug seemed to hold a lot of promise, Harlan summed up, with a decidedly wicked grin. 

***

For an entire week, Joyce had to force herself to wait impatiently, meanwhile taking steps to carefully avoid running into Ellicia. Harlan always spent the first week getting to know his guests (the word "patient" was never used) by a series of intake interviews he did one-on-one. Joyce couldn't help asking him how it was going with Ellicia, but he only smiled and hinted that he had learned a few interesting things about the premiere dancer. "You know people will tell their doctor just about anything," he confided enigmatically. Joyce could hardly wait for the second week, and Ellica's private treatment session.

On the following Tuesday, Joyce was waiting anxiously in Harlan's office, hardly able to contain herself while down the hall Harlan made a brief examination of his new guest and casually suggested an injection of a mild "sedative" to help her relax. Twenty minutes later, Harlan stuck his head in, and gave Joyce a big wink. She scrambled up to eagerly trail after him to treatment room #1 where the star of the show had been prepped for her debut.

Harlan went in first and when Joyce appeared behind him, the seated dancer, wearing nothing but a terrycloth robe, sprang up in her chair, her eyes widening in shocked disbelief, her mouth falling open.

"You!" was all she could manage to sputter out.

"Hello Ellicia. Nice to see you again," purred Joyce in the solicitous tone she always used with guests.

"What are you doing here?" the woman was struggling to come to terms with this amazing turn of events.

"I work here, Ellicia. I'm Dr. Royce's assistant"

"Out! Get out of here! I want her out of here," she shrieked at the smiling clinic director.

"No Ellicia, Joyce stays. She will be helping with your treatment." 

"No! I want her out of here, NOW!"

"No you don't Ellicia," he patiently explained. Then in a lower, slower tone, this time enunciating each word carefully: "you actually want her to stay, don't you?"

The robed woman leaned back in her chair, and looked up at her tormentor with an agonized look in her eyes. For a moment no one moved. Then she lowered her eyes, and her proud head bowed. "Yes," she murmured, I want her to stay." Then she straightened as a jolt of pleasure rippled through her shoulders. 

"You want her to watch while I give you your treatment don't you?"

The two of them standing there in their white lab coats waited, watched the huddled shoulders of the woman in the robe till in a low deadened voice they heard her voice: "I want her to watch. Oh, yes...I want her to watch." Another quite thrill shot through her, and she uttered a tiny "oh." 

Harlan exchanged grins with his beaming assistant.

"Good. Now you want to strip, take off the robe."

"Please no, don't make me do this in front of her," the distressed woman hissed in a tumbled rush, tossing her head in mute refusal, even as she rose to submit to the terrible urge to obey.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ellicia. You know you want to take off the robe. You want to be naked for us." The doctor's tone was now patient, but his words were hard steel. It was an order; one that simply had to be obeyed.

"Yes, I want to take off this robe. I want to be naked for you," her voice, barely above a whisper. A tiny smile played over her lips the moment she heard herself acknowledge the order.

They watched the tall woman rise to her full height beside the padded examination table. Her hands worked to untie the front of the robe, opened it, and pulled it back off her shoulders, before letting it slide down her long lean body, baring a body that was no longer young but remarkably well-toned, a splendid body that Joyce had so often admired whenever the older woman moved across the rehearsal hall in those skin-tight leotards. When the robe had fallen to her ankles leaving her freely naked, an even deeper surge of pure pleasure shot through the unclothed dancer. She had obeyed. 

"Turn around; face us."

Without a word, the statuesque nude moved her feet, pivoting in place. She stood before them in the nude, hands loosely at her sides, facing the two white- coated conspirators, but avoiding the eyes that raked her splendid body. Her bare breasts hung like small, delicate pendants. A dark wedge of thick curls marked her exposed sex. 

"You like showing yourself to us."

"Yes, I like showing myself to you." Her voice was low and sexy. And this time the creamy wave rose up in her with a stronger surge, forcing the standing woman to close her eyes and sway back. A dreamy expression rose to her face as she savored the delicious moment. "Ooohhh." She let out a soft moan.

"You want to show us your ass. Now turn around, and bend over." 

"Yes..., she paused to take a breath, almost panting now, her face flushed with the first signs of her inner heat. "I want to show you... my ass....oh god," she breathed.

Once again the nude woman pivoted in place, to present her observers with a long sleek back, narrow tight-set butt, and high tapering legs. Then, without pause, the lean dancer bent over to take up the ordered stance with hands on her knees, buttocks jutting back in obedient presentation.

There was a moment of perfect silence as the two conspirators contemplated the smooth taut curves of that naked rearend being thrust back for their consideration. 

As Joyce stood there paralyzed by the sheer erotic thrill of it all, she became aware of Harlan moving in behind her, leaning in close. His hot breath as made her shiver as he whispered in her ear. "Well, here's your chance, baby. I'm serving the bitch up for you on a silver platter. And you'll owe me plenty for this little favor."

He eased back, took a deep breath, and turned to address his waiting guest.

"You have a nice ass, Ellicia. An ass just made for spanking. In fact, Joyce here is now going to spank that precious ass of yours right now. And you want her to do it. You want Joyce to spank your ass." He hissed. He waited. Then: "Say it!" The man could no longer keep his growing excitement from cracking through.

"I want Joyce to ....spank my ass. Mmmuph" after the heated rush of her words, a tiny whimper escaped through tightly-pressed lips.

The uttered words cut through the tense girl like an erotic knife. She swallowed hard as Harlan immediately stepped up against her, hungry for full body contact. By now Joyce was incredibly hot. She could feel the man's need, the hard prick pressing into her soft butt through several layers of clothing. 

"Up. On the table, Ellicia."

They watched the lanky brunette obediently climb up on the table and lay her long body down on the cool black naugahide, slithering up on her belly, turning her head away from them, so she might rest it on folded arms. Harlan paused to study the clean lines of the beautiful dancer's body; her still body laid out before them: slender, smooth, and now beautifully submissive.

The Director of the Fontana Clinic was clearly enjoying himself, while his agitated assistant tried to swallow the wild excitement that rose up in her as she realized this unbelievable opportunity was really hers! Harlan's hand had come around now to cover her left breast; he gave her a squeeze through her clothes. And as he pressed his hips into her soft behind, she reached back to clutch a handful of the bulge in the front of his pants, squeezing him desperately in answer to her own growing arousal.

Now he tore away from her, and almost shaking with excitement, positioned himself at the side of table where he could work the extending pedals. A press of one pedal sent the front third of the table angling downward with a hydraulic hiss, while a second pedal smoothly raised the hips so that Ellicia's head and shoulders were lowered, back angled upward, her rearend served up most appealingly.

Harlan, by now sporting a considerable erection, couldn't resist running a hand up that silky smooth back, then cupping and caressing a sleek oval of Ellicia Wellsley's elongated buttocks, squeezing to test the firmly pliant mounds. His eager fingers followed the smiling under-curves to the place where they met. Two fingers probed there, up between the legs, sampling the dancer's furry pussy, and finding it surprisingly wet, while Ellicia whimpered.

He stepped away, rubbing his sticky fingers absently. With his eyes still on the upended woman, his hands went to his waist. He opened his belt, pulled it free, and doubled it over. Leaning down to the inverted head of the prone woman, he breathed in her ear: "Listen to me: You want Joyce to spank your ass!"

The head rose up and they heard the low breathy voice acknowledge the command: "I want Joyce to spank my ass...my ass...spank my ass. I want it so badly."

Harlan beamed at his white-coated assistant and handed her the lopped belt, offering her the waiting butt with the upturned palm of a smiling maitre d'.

Shaking with arousal, the blond girl snatched up the leather strap, grinned widely at her fellow conspirator, and gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek. She tore off the white lab coat, which left her still breathless, warm, and tingling with excitement in a light sleeveless top. Then she stepped up, hauled back, and wacked the proffered ass with a resounding whack!

WHAP!

"Yeeeep!" The mature woman jerked up and let out a high-pitched yelp of a little girl. A pink imprint from the leather strap gradually appeared across the exact center of both of those firm taut-skinned cheeks.

Joyce was elated, thrilled beyond belief to find the arrogant bitch bent over and wagging her ass in the air, begging to be punished. "Oh yeah, bitch, I'm gonna spank you all right. I'm gonna whip that precious ass of yours till you wish you'd never been born." And with that she hauled back and struck again with a flurry of vicious cut!

WHAP!...WHAP!... WHAP!

The leather strap repeatedly whacked the beautiful dancer's tautly-drawn bottom as the younger woman laid into her with all the pent-up vengeance of years of seething anger. Soon she had Ellcia Wellsely's elegant behind dancing merrily; hips gyrating in a desperate attempt to shake off the terrible sting of that whippy leather.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Again and again, the crisp sounds echoed in the small room and it kept up, till the frenzied girl had the older woman shaking her butt madly and howling like a banshee. Joyce, sweating profusely, was whacking away with single-minded fury till Harlan finally stepped in to grab her upraised wrist. She looked up at him with dazed eyes, and he shook his head, and gently removed the belt from her clutching fingers. 

He tossed it to the carpeted floor, and fell on Joyce, kissing her with surging passion. Then, fired with lust, they began tearing at each others clothes even as they held that deep open-mouthed kiss And as background music, the upended woman was moaning, wiggling her throbbing butt, and arching up off the table as her rigid body was wracked by a thundering, overwhelming orgasm.

The End



Trust Me, I'm a Doctor



"Oh, Jesus!" he sighs. It's barely a whimper. He is mine now... and he is about to surrender all to me. The moment has come to take possession of his gorgeous, tight little hole. I'd take a guess that just at this moment he is trying to ratify the rights and wrongs of his submission to me, searching for some intellectual, Freudian reason for allowing himself to be treated like this.

Yet, I think it's something more basic.

Isn't it that he simply wants to feel a mature man filling his bottom with a lovely big cock, stretching him, violating him, soiling him with his seed? Remember... whatever device a woman may choose to pleasure a man with, she cannot possibly possess him in the way a man can. A real cock is something she can never give him, because by its very nature its pleasure is unique and one that only a man - one who understands the special needs of a special person - can give.

His body arches and I attempt to penetrate him for the first time in his life. I tell him to take a deep breath and hold it in. Another waft of 'underarm' catches me as he squirms against me. His excitement betrays him. But he needn't worry. I love His smell; in fact I could quite easily eat him. Now with steady, insistent pressure I feel my cock sliding into him. It is exquisite.

His anal tract sheathes me like a silken glove, wrapping itself around my sliding piston, clasping, keeping me snug and warm, sucking the meat into its greedy mouth. I feel his sphincter nip steadily at the base of my cock before I make the outstroke. What a delightful fuck he is, and how I will love soothing his innards with my balm when the time comes.

I frig him the final strokes to bring his journey to an end and also to synchronise our orgasms. I feel the pulsation in his shaft as the sperm rises from his balls and this is the moment I allow myself a similar pleasure and inject my own tribute deep into his bowels.

I fold my hand around the end of his cock to trap the pulsing emission, allowing the viscous liquid to pool warmly in my palm. Then, having satisfied myself that I have milked him dry, I carefully withdraw my hand and study the result. The pearly jism seems to swirl and dance before my eyes as if it has a life of its own - which of course, it has.

I lift the potion to my nose, allowing the strange ammonic fragrance to fill my nostrils. I dip my tongue into the slimy puddle, the tart tang nipping my taste buds and for a moment I consider devouring it in total. But this is our first meeting (I hope there will be many more) and I still have one final challenge for him that will further prove his willingness to serve me both now, and in the future before I let him go home today.

Keeping myself lodged inside him, I move my hand toward his side-turned face and notice a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. He is panting like a beaten dog, but gradually his breathing slows and he becomes calm. I offer the prize to his sensual lips, the result of our union, inviting him to partake. His eyelids flutter dreamily for a moment, as if his cum were acting like smelling salts on him, bringing him back to reality. He opens his eyes, unsure where he is and what has happened to him. He will feel different. Perhaps it is because I have possessed him so completely, soiled him and left my indelible mark.

"Now, you little slut," I say to him, "I want you to prove your subservience and dedication to me once and for all. So will you accept the day's final challenge? Come on, taste and then swallow this delicious seed -- I dare you!

THE END



Trust Me, I've Got This



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