0 comments/ 29801 views/ 0 favorites Turned Tables By: annalee I wasn't in control of my actions. Something about the way you always sneaked up behind me in the shower, your cock greased with soap, pushed my face into the icy tile, pinned my wrists over my head and rammed into my asshole until the words you hum in my ear afterward, over and over, like a tape recorder - Sweetheart, you're lovely, Honey, I want you - melted like the soap swirling around the tub and running down the drain. I know I agreed to be your submissive. When you spank my pussy I writhe until I am so engorged I beg for the cock you shove into me, my head thumping the headboard, while I cum, shaking, loud and long and hard. It's not as if I don't tremble from the pain, become lightheaded from the humiliation. But it was as if someone pulled a switch in my brain, not a light switch, but one of those turn-off-the-electricity-on-the-city switches from the old black and white movies. It's not that I intended exchange roles. I intended nothing. The switch flipped and I jumped, astonished at my strength, never considering the consequences of what I was about to do. You'd fallen face down in the pillows in one of your post-coital naps. I perched naked on the edge of the bed and peeled back the covers to reveal the muscles of that ass I love to hold as I stare up at you while you thrust into me. There is a muscular ridge that reminds me of a Sierra sunset and I wanted to run my hand along it, gently, a tickle, then follow it with my tongue, nuzzling past your asshole to your balls and burrowing into your crotch so I could urge you awake, hard now, with my mouth, but no. That's what you would expect me to do, to awaken you with a blowjob. It was time for the unexpected. Your eyelids fluttered and I rose, quietly. Better to keep you asleep. I tiptoed into the walk-in closet and opened the bureau drawer where, under my bras and panties, you store your playthings. I fondled the collar, inhaled the leather that makes my pussy throb, and tied it around my neck, then found the nipple clamps, which I snapped in place. I gasped. Always before I lay back on the bed, waiting for you to straddle me. Then you apply the clamps, watching as the pain turns my face red and my nipples to sentries. I turned toward the full-length mirror and reached between my legs: swollen and wet. A voice in my head said stop, beg his forgiveness for acting without permission, but that voice was hushed, as if another being had taken control of my mind and now forced my body into a new type of submission. I stroked my clit and dipped one finger into my pussy, then two. Always the reward for my submission was your heightened desire for me. Would this act result in the loss of that desire? I moved like a cat burglar. Clad in collar and clamps, I rummaged through the drawer and found the butt plug, lube and metal cuffs. Cold and harshness is what I wanted you to feel, the way I feel, my cheek pushed against the shower wall. I strode out to the bedroom where you still slept, dropped the plug and lube at the foot of the bed and, with a deftness that belied my inexperience, snapped one cuff into place, then the other. You stirred. "What?" you asked, beginning to roll over. I placed a knee in your lower back and slapped you on the cheek. You jerked a hand, and I wondered if you meant to touch your cheek or return the blow, but the cuffs stopped you. Your face was a tableau of momentary confusion turning to recognition. I slapped you again. "On all fours." "What are you doing?" Another wallop. "Hands and knees." You shook your head. I smacked you again, heat coursing through my pussy. "Don't make me repeat it." You moved swiftly, like a deer, into position. Could you taste the fear I always feel? I took a bite out of your ass and you shouted. I moved toward your face and watched your eyes take in the collar, the clamps. "Yes, shout," I hissed. "I want to hear you when I fuck you." You bit down on your lower lip, a petulant child. I lifted my hand as if to slap your face again and you opened your mouth, an exhale and a groan. "That's better," I said. I reached for your ass, drew back and spanked, harder than I had stung your cheek. You gasped. I hit you again, then a third time. You stiffened to steady yourself, the muscles of your ass and thighs buff and taut, skin rosy. It seemed as if you held your breath. I readied for another spanking and watched your muscles respond, as if they felt the molecules of air moving above them and begged for what was coming. This time, the moment my hand met your flesh, I reached around and pulled up on your erect cock in a fast, smooth stroke. You whimpered. I parted your cheeks with my hand and nuzzled your asshole, breathing in your pungency, then ran my tongue around the rim. I felt it wink closed, but I continued, slow and wet, until it opened, slightly, as if it were a pussy. Your asshole was now my pussy. I darted my tongue in and I heard you moan. I yearned for that sound. I moved my face away and reached back to smack you, and again, as my hand touched your ass, I stroked your cock, firmly, with meaning. I had an urge to see your face, the muscles straining to maintain control, but I could not bear to pull away from that musty taste. I continued to pull up on your cock, as if it were a handle, and skirted your asshole, again, with my tongue. Your cock stiffened even more in my hand. I moved my tongue from your asshole along that taught muscular spot where you seem the most naked then, mouth dripping, began licking your balls. You groaned and pushed toward me. I sucked first one ball, then the other, and continued to slowly pull up on your cock. I'd never realized how soft your balls feel. They're vulnerable, delicate as a girl. I knew I had the power to hurt them. For the first time since I'd ordered you on your knees I became aware of the clamps holding my nipples. Now it was my job to protect your balls. To protect you. I continued licking, moving back to circle your asshole, which now greeted me as if it had softened, never loosening my grip on your cock. I stopped and you inhaled sharply. It sounded as if you bit your tongue. "Now you're going to feel me fuck you," I said, breathing toward your ass and balls. "You deserve to be fucked by a woman." I sat back and reached for the butt plug and lube. The sound of the bottle squirting reminded me of my own pussy and the way it drips as you suck my clit and move your fingers inside me, and I panicked. What was I doing? I was the one who needed a good fucking. What if you never wanted me again? Then I looked at your soft balls and solid cock, suspended and waiting. I had no choice but to continue. I spread your cheeks and teased your asshole with the plug, the way you tease my steaming lips with the head of your cock. Your asshole opened like an invitation. I slid in the tip and you inhaled. As I slid it out you exhaled, and I watched your moist asshole wait for me to probe deeper. I slid it in a little further and you breathed in, more sharply this time. When I pulled out, you breathed out through pursed lips, as if your mouth and your asshole whistled together. The muscles in your thighs tightened. It was then that I knew you wanted to be fucked. Hard. I continued pushing the plug in and pulling it out with a rocking motion, inching in deeper with each probe, feeling the muscles of your asshole open and give way. You began pushing toward me and pulling away, your asshole welcoming the plug that fucked you, my hand and your body moving in rhythmic harmony. Your breathing became raspy, as regular as our thrusting. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked. You grunted. I stopped abruptly and, as you groaned, spanked you hard, then spanked you again. "I asked you a question." "Fuck me. Yes. Please." Now I pushed the plug in hard and watched its entire length disappear inside you. I held the base in place with the palm of my hand. You were mine. I reached under your balls and pulled up on your cock again. You seemed to sigh with relief. I wanted to feel that cock shudder as you came with me fucking you. With my hand holding the plug in place, I rolled onto my back and scooted my head between your legs, until your cock hung above my eyes. I pulled you toward me and licked. I could taste the cum that was already moistening the tip of your cock. I elongated my neck, and as I eased the butt plug out, I took your cock into my throat. I jutted the plug in, and as your asshole took it, your cock slid out of my mouth. I pulled the plug out again, and again wrapped my tongue and lips around your cock. Pushed the plug in and pulled my mouth away, so that my hand fucked your ass and my mouth sucked your cock in a continuous rocking of in and out, in and out. I began to lose track of time. It was as if we had always lay here, clamps on my nipples, a collar around my neck, cuffs holding your hands together, my hand fucking your ass, your cock fucking my mouth. I stopped noticing whether you moaned or cried out. All I could hear was the sloshing of my spit, pooling around your cock and dripping from my mouth as your asshole sucked in the plug over and over. The rocking of your pelvis quickened, so that no sooner did your cock leave my mouth, your ass begging for the plug, than your ass let the plug go and your cock banged against my palate. I hardly applied any pressure on the butt plug now, so willingly did your asshole want it. Your cock began to vibrate. The vibration intensified and spread to your butt and thighs, and you began to thrust more recklessly, banging blindly against my teeth. Then I heard your moan. It seemed to come from deep in your abdomen, so that it echoed in my ear. As it rose, I maintained pressure on the butt plug with one hand and tried to control your cock with the other, but you were wild as an untamed stallion. You bucked and groaned, faster and faster. You pulled out of my mouth and I gave the plug a final thrust, then held it in place as you pushed your cock so hard against my throat I feared being unable to breathe, but I clamped my mouth against you so that you couldn't pull out. I maintained continuous pressure so that both the plug and your cock stayed in their places. Your cock thrust about my mouth, dancing and writhing, as if electric currents coursed through it. I tasted salt on the back of my tongue and expected you to cum in a quick burst. Instead, your cock continued to writhe, releasing and spraying, shaking and spurting, as if you were a woman. I drank and drank, until, at last, you came to rest. I let your cock fall from my mouth and realized where I was. What would happen now? I scurried out from under your pelvis and removed the plug from your asshole. It closed firmly, as if turning its back on what I had just done. I removed the clamps from my nipples and tossed them, along with the plug, to the floor. You remained on your knees, head up, eyes forward, body alert. I flicked off the cuffs and averted my gaze. I felt the slap sting my cheek before I saw it. I sunk back onto the bed and heard your hand slice through the air as my other cheek took the heat. I felt the metal cuffs close around first one wrist, then the other. Was this play? Or anger? You grasped the collar, which I'd left around my neck, and pulled. I looked into your eyes and saw fire. I lay back and awaited my punishment. Turned Tables I came prepared. In my bag are wonders you'd never dreamed of. You will experience them tonight. Tonight you will become my pet. I went on ahead to our room to 'powder my nose' and you bought it. You probably thought I was going to slip into something silky, slinky. Girly. In the room, I quickly set to work. I opened my bag, placed my new equipment where they needed to be. I began to imagine carrying out my plan as I undressed. The look on your face will be priceless I concluded as I dressed in the outfit I would greet you in. Everything is complete. I await your arrival. Trying not to begin without you. I contemplate playing with my toys, but I am patient. You open the door and find me on the bed, not in some seductive lingerie ready to be held and caressed, but wearing harsh black leather. Straps of it around my neck, my arms, my legs, holding my flesh intact as if I would fall apart if I wasn't bound by the dead animal skin. I stand and approach, you still standing in the hallway wondering who I am. The mask on my face betrays nothing of my intent. I walk to you confidently, something new you haven't seen before. Tonight is my night. I reach you, place my head on your should and kiss your neck while I push the door closed. As soon as the lock clicks shut I grab you and push you to the bed, tugging at your clothes. You understand and disrobe as you walk, eyes on me, wondering. Your naked body excites me, my nipples are erect straining against the leather of my corset. My pussy aches with fire. You sit on the edge of the bed expectantly as I approach, you notice the strip of leather in my gloved hands only as I bring the blindfold to your eyes. You start to say something but I shush you as I tighten the leather strap around your head. You pause your protest as you continue to wonder what is going on. My pussy is getting so moist knowing what I intend to do. You will be mine so soon. So very soon. You can feel me wrapping some kind of bracelets around your wrists and I can tell by the way your head moves, you want the blind fold off so you can see what I'm doing. I wrap similar leather around your thighs and have to ignore your vice as you begin to ask questions. Your imagination is starting to get the best of you. Mine too. I trace a leather finger across my panty and delight in the sensation. I push you back on the bed and sit on your chest pinning your arms beneath my legs. Leaning forward I brush my leather clad breast against your face as I reach under the pillows. You gasp as you soon feel the leather being wrapped around your neck. When I get off of you, you protest the lead that is attached to the collar, demanding that I stop at once. I wait until you reach for the blind fold before I yank on the lead. The lead runs to the head of the bed, down the wall and back to the foot. Pulling on it causes you to jump towards the pillows head first, on your knees, your hands at your neck, trying to rid yourself of the collar. My pussy is soaking my panty as I pounce on your back. I grab your hands from the collar and pull them back behind your neck and latch the cuffs together, effectively leaving your hands unable to do anything. I then attach the two thigh straps together and tie them to your collar with a shot length of rope. I tie off the collar's lead to the dresser across from the bed. You can't move from this position now. You are almost mine. I can take my time now. I ignore your protests, half muffled by the pillows, but annoying just the same. I reach into my bag and crawl up the bed to you. I whisper into your ear as I place the ball gag in your mouth, "I'm going to fuck you." I tie the gag tight as you squirm, trying to get free. The sight of your has me reeling. I lay back on the bed beside you and tease myself through my leather panty. I grab a rubber dildo out of my bag and probe myself with it. My body responds to my teasing as you writhe next to me. Your helplessness excites me. I pull me panty down and pull the dildo into myself. My vagina is as wet as it can be. "This dildo is going to fuck both of us tonight!" I bring myself to near climax, shouting my lust all the while. I end before I expend myself. I want to save that until later. I leave the bed, and I'm sure you can hear me as I get the harness ready. You've stopped moving and seem to be listening intently. I took my time finding just the right harness. This one accommodates two dildos so the wearer can have some fun as well as the intended recipient. I slide the inner dildo into place and slowly draw it into myself as I pull the harness on. It is a decent fit and I make sure it is secure, pulling the dildo as far into me as it can go. I am nicely filled and I pull at the external dildo and can feel that it works as intended. Every pull, nudge or vibration on the one would translate somewhat to the inner one. As I come up behind you, I can hear you mumbling something negative. Your mumbles turn into muffled yelling as you feel the lube fall on your ass crack and trickle past your anus. My desire makes it easy to ignore you and I happily let the entire bottle of lube cover your crack. You start shaking as I press the dildo against you and run in up and down your ass, gliding smoothly as it picks up the lube. It feels wonderful translated into me. I spend a few minutes letting you get used to the feeing, your protests are somewhat less now. Do you think I might end it here? I grab your ass cheeks and press the tip of the dildo on your anus, gently at first, your panic causing you to crawl as far as you can on your knees and elbows until your head hits the wall. I slap your ass with my glove, "Bad boy!", and follow, plunging the dildo into you. Your shriek as my head forces it's way into your virginal ass nearly makes me cum. My pleasure startles me and I stop inserting into you. I let you and myself catch our breath before fully entering you. You alternate between yelling and panting as I ram into you, fully, each stroke long, my hips hitting you. Rhythmic vibrations up my vagina. I keep the momentum gong strong until I orgasm. I pump as I embrace the new sensation. My first orgasm as I fuck you. I don't want it to end. After a minute or two I am spent, my legs are beginning to weaken, the effort has been great. I unbuckle the harness and extract the dildo from within me. I collapse into the chair sitting facing the bed and watch as you fall on you side, whimpering, your arms and legs bound, a rubber dildo still hanging out of your ass. I never knew you could be so much fun. The sight of you so vulnerable continues to excite me as I lean back in the chair, I begin the caress my breasts, and a leather glove slowly reaches for my clit... Turned Tables! He didn't want to be here. Had it not been for his wife's insistence, he would be at the gaming tables in the casino. But a promise is a promise. Jeff stood by the side of the bar and let his eyes roam over the crowd of people. He hated these charity functions. They were the pet project of his wife, Eleanor. And since she had been called out of town on business, she had insisted that he attend in her place. He was trying to decide when it would be timely for him to make his exit when he first saw her. She stood at the other end of the bar sipping on a glass of champagne. It was her salt and pepper hair that caught his attention first. Jeff had always had a thing for older women. Even now in his mid 30's he still looked at women older than himself. And she looked to be about mid 60's. She turned toward him as if she could feel his eyes boring into her. Their eyes locked and she smiled at him. Damn! She was fine for an old bitch. And from the way she wore her clothes her body was well kept. He had to go and meet her. Walking closer, he caught a glimpse of her shapely legs. She wore a pair of black heels with black stockings that had tiny rhinestones on them. Her legs looked strong. His eyes traveled up her legs to the hem of her skirt. She was dressed in an expensive business suit. She had small hips and sported a nice set of tits from what he could see. When his eyes reached her face, she was staring at him. He walked next to her and ordered another drink. She turned and smiled up at him. "Do you always undress a woman with your eyes? You were so obvious I thought your tongue was going to drop from your mouth." Jeff tried to recover some sense of control. "I'm sorry. It's just that you are so obviously beautiful. I didn't mean to show any disrespect." She smiled at him as she sipped from her glass. Everything about her said, "class". "Are you trying to impress me young man?" Jeff smiled. He had always been good at being able to win women over with his big smile and bright white teeth. "I don't think many things would impress a woman of your obvious class. I was simply admiring the loveliest woman here." This time she laughed. Her laughter sounded almost musical. They exchanged greeting and introduced themselves. Her name was Nadine. At that moment, an elderly couple walked up and began to talk to the woman. Sensing that he was a bit out of his league, Jeff made a discrete exit. He was sitting at one of the table having his third drink when she sat down next to him. "I get the feeling you would rather be somewhere else?" Jeff smiled at her. "I was thinking that until you came and sat down. Now, I'd rather be no place other than here." This time when she laughed, she dropped her hand on his thigh. "I can think of a more comfortable place to be. Would you like to come to my place and join me for a drink?" Jeff couldn't believe his good fortune. "I'd love nothing more." She smiled and Jeff felt her squeeze his thigh. Her hand slid up and he was glad the tablecloth hung over the table the way it did. Her light touch was giving him a hardon. "Why don't you go and get your car. I'll meet you at the gas station two miles down the road. No use in letting all these nosey people in our business." That suited him just fine. Considering that most of these people knew his wife, he didn't want them seeing him leave with a woman. He said his good-byes and left. A few minutes later, sitting in the gas station, she drove up. She had a very expensive car and he whistled at what it must have cost. She pulled up next to him. "Follow me. And pull your car into the garage with mine when we get there." Jeff couldn't help but rub his dick as he followed her for the next 20 minutes. He could almost feel her soft lips wrapped around his dick. And he just knew her pussy would be hungry for a young dick like his. When she turned into her development, Jeff was impressed. It was one of the few closed developments in the city. Arm guards patrolled the grounds and every house said "money". She pulled up to a large house and the garage door opened. She drove in and he did also. The door slid shut. Nadine exited her car and without a look back walked into the house. Jeff hurried to follow. They walked into a living room that cost more than his yearly salary. The carpet felt like you would sink into it if you stopped walking. Nadine dropped her wrap on the floor and he grabbed it up. She sat in an armchair and pointed to the bar. Jeff poured them both a drink. He sat in the chair facing hers and they sipped their drinks in silence. "How big is your dick?" Her question almost made him choke. He had never had a question directed at him so directly. He sputtered before he could answer. "Uh, 8 inches. You sure don't play around?" Nadine smiled. "Sonny, at my age and with my money, I don't have to. You wanted to fuck me the moment you saw me. I could almost see your hardon from across the room. We're not here to make small talk, are we?" This was moving much too fast for him. Jeff had always been the one to take control of things. He took a sip from his drink as he looked at her over the rim of his glass. "Do you like to eat pussy, Jeff? I need my pussy licked for a long time before I cum." She did it again. Jeff didn't know how to answer her. He had never been with a woman who was so direct before. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I love to eat pussy. Does your pussy get very wet?" Nadine smiled at his attempt to regain control of the situation. "Jeff, my boy, my pussy gets so wet you'll have to swallow fast to keep up with me. And I will let you know now that I hate being disappointed. Stand up and let me see your dick." The hardon he had sported earlier had dwindled at her directness. Not only that, Jeff was starting to feel like just a piece of meat to her. "You sure don't make a man feel sexy, do you?" This time when she laughed it didn't sound so musical to him. Then she set her glass down on the table. "Let me give you a fast lesson in rich bitches. I've got more money than I could spend in a few lifetimes. I don't play around when I want something. I made up my mind at the table that I wanted you to fuck me. What I want I get. I can make it worth your while if that's what you want?" "I'm not some gigolo. I don't fuck old women for money." Nadine looked up at him. "No Jeff, you're not a gigolo, your Eleanor's husband. She's away on a business trip and you're in my home about to pleasure my hot pussy." Her words shocked him and it must have shown on his face. Nadine picked up her glass and sipped from it. "What's the matter Jeffie? Didn't think I knew who you were? I know everything I need to know. Remember an older woman name Shelley? Well Shelley likes to talk when she drinks. I know all about how you fucked her silly. If you don't want Eleanor to find out about Shelley or me, I'd suggest you show me your dick now." Tiny beads of sweat broke out on his face. Nadine sounded like the kind of woman who got her way regardless of who she had to hurt. And since she knew about Shelley, she could blackmail him to do anything. "So now you expect me to just do what you tell me to?" Nadine stood up and walked over to him. Jeff had stood up and was facing her. "No Jeff, I don't expect you to just do what I tell you to. I expect you to give my pussy a lot of pleasure. I expect you to let me take your 8 inches down my throat, in my cunt and maybe even up my ass. I expect you to lick my pussy until the cum runs from it like water." As she talked, her hands touched his zipper and slowly slid it downward. She reached her delicate hand in and he felt her cool fingers grasp his growing dick. She fished it out and slowly stroked it as she continued to look up into his face and talk to him. "Admit it Jeff, you wanted to fuck me didn't you? Did you think about how I would look down on my knees sucking this dick down my throat? Or maybe I would beg and cry as you stroked it deep in my pussy the way Shelley did?" "How do you know so much about what I did with Shelley?" Nadine smiled at him. "I told you Jeff, I know all about you." Nadine took a step back and looked down at his dick. Jeff was fully erect from her soft stroking. "Mmmm! You do have a nice dick." Without another word, she slipped to her knees and pulled the head of his dick in her mouth. Ordinarily, Jeff would have grabbed her by her head and pushed his dick in till she gagged. But he thought better about doing that with this woman. Jeff looked down at her as she worked her lips back and forth over his shaft. Nadine made little whimpering sounds as she coated his dick with her hot saliva. Then she slipped her lips over his bloated dickhead. To his surprise, Nadine slid his entire dick down her throat. Jeff shuddered as he felt the tight ring of her throat muscles grab the head and squeeze. Then she pulled her head free. Nadine lifted her hand up and Jeff helped her to her feet. Her lips were covered with both saliva and his pre-cum. She tilted her head to him. Knowing what she wanted, Jeff bent his head and his lips met hers. As their tongues twisted against each other, Nadine pushed the big gob of his dick mixture into his mouth. Jeff sucked it in and then gave it back to her. Nadine swallowed it and broke the kiss. "Well at least you're not squeamish. Now come show me how much you like eating pussy." Nadine walked toward her bedroom. As she walked, she began to shed her clothes. She let them drop to the rug as she walked. By the time she reached the big king-sized bed, she was naked. Nadine turned around and Jeff saw her naked from the front. She had pear shaped tits that looked soft yet firm. A small tummy bulge and the hairiest cunt covering he had ever seen. "In this room, I am queen. You will do what I tell you and how I tell you to do it. I rule here, is that understood Jeff?" He knew he couldn't say no. All she had to do was tell Eleanor and he was finished. "Do I have to call you anything special, your Highness?" Nadine's face grew hard. "Don't get smart with me boy!" The way she said it, he felt demeaned. And that was exactly what she wanted him to feel. "I don't want a slave, Jeff. I just want a real good fuck. And I don't mind telling you how I want it. Do you mind being told?" her voice had grown all sweet and syrupy. Jeff shook his head no. Nadine smiled at him and pulled him to her. This time when she kissed him she unbuttoned his shirt. "Get naked!" While Jeff took his clothes off, Nadine lay back on the bed and opened her legs wide. She slipped her finger in her cunt and slowly fucked herself. "Come and lick my pussy Jeff. Start right at the tiny piece of skin between my cunt and my asshole. Lick it good, and then work your way up toward my clit. Do it nice and slow." Jeff lay between her thighs. Pushing her legs up, Nadine's pussy opened like the petals of a flower. The bright, ceiling lights shown down on the pink inner skin. Jeff pushed her legs up and back and soon had her totally exposed. Seeing the black round hole of her ass, Jeff could tell she was no anal virgin. It seemed to open all by itself! Jeff brought his face closer to her cunt. She had a fresh smell, even though she had been in her dress for quite awhile. His tongue came out and he touched the tiny skin that separated her two holes. He licked it nice and slow. "Oh Yes! Lick it just like that Jeff." Hesitant at first, Jeff soon let his lust take control. He did truly love to eat pussy. Before long, Nadine was twitching her tiny ass on the bed as his tongue teased her sensitive skin. "Now Jeff, lick up into my pussy." Jeff used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips open. Her mass of black pussy hair was coarse on his lips and tongue. Like a dog, Jeff scooped his tongue and licked up into her slit. Once, twice, three times he scooped out the collecting crème. Nadine was cooing and moaning as he licked. "You do know how to eat pussy. Now go back to the skin." Jeff followed her directions and let his tongue slid back down to the tiny skin. "Oh shit! Don't stop now. Lick it hard. Make me feel it." He pressed his mouth hard against her as his tongue rasped against her skin. Then he felt her pushing his head down. She wanted him to tongue her asshole. Jeff was no stranger to being freaky. He let the tip of his tongue begin to rim her asshole. Then pressing his thumbs into her skin, he pulled her cheeks open wider. Jeff jammed his tongue dead center into her asshole. Caught up in his own passion, Jeff attacked her with his tongue. Stabbing his tongue in and out, he tongue fucked her ass with a passion. And before long Nadine was moaning out her first climax. "Tongue fuck me Jeff. Harder! Shove it in deeper. Oh shit! It feels so good. I'm gonna cum Jeff. When I tell you cover my pussy with your mouth. Drink all my cum. Suck it from my pussy." Jeff was so into what he was doing, he barely heard her. But soon enough, Nadine was grabbing him by the ears and pulling him up. He covered her pussy with his lips and began to suck hard. He also pushed his middle finger up into Nadine's asshole. Jeff couldn't believe the amount of thick creamy cum that flooded his mouth. Just like she had warned him, Jeff had to swallow hard and fast to keep up with her flow. Nadine locked her legs around his neck to hold him in place. Jeff loved eating pussy and drinking cum too much to even want to stop. His tongue stabbed her open hole. Nadine bucked up against his fucking tongue. When she finally calmed down, she opened her legs and released Jeff's head. He gulped in lung filling amounts of air. "Damn Nadine. I've never had a woman cum like that. I couldn't believe how much you made me swallow." Nadine looked down at his cum covered face and smiled an exhausted smile. "No man or woman ever made me cum like that! If I didn't have good control, you would have been drinking a lot more when you shoved your finger up my ass. I sure hope your fat dick feels even better in there." Jeff's dick was so hard it hurt. More than anything else, he wanted to shoot his load. But Jeff hadn't forgotten that Nadine ran the show in her bedroom. "Get on the bed on your knees." Jeff assumed the position. He felt Nadine's hands rubbing his ass. Then she was pulling his cheeks apart. Her hot breath was what he felt first. She was blowing hot air across his asshole. Then he jumped as he felt the tip of her tongue. Nadine reached around and began to stroke his hard dick. "Do you like fucking Shelley?" Her question caught him off guard. "Uh, yea, she's OK!" Nadine stuck her tongue directly into his asshole and Jeff groaned. "Just Ok? Shelley told me you fucked her so hard she pissed down her leg as she came." Jeff had to chuckle when he thought about it. When he fucked Shelly doggie style, she cried, screamed and pissed when she came. "Don't move!" suddenly, Jeff felt something hard being pushed into his ass. He shifted and twisted his ass to dislodge her probing finger. "I said don't move damn it!" Nadine slapped Jeff across the ass hard. Jeff whimpered as he felt Nadine pushing her finger in his ass. Then she began to slowly work it in and out. "What's the matter Jeffie, never had a woman finger your ass the way you fuck and finger theirs? Well don't worry! It gets better! Soon you will be begging me not to leave this sweet tight asshole." Jeff kept perfectly still as Nadine had her way. And to his surprise, he slowly began to feel the excitement from what she was doing to him. Jeff was soon rocking his hips moaning as he pushed back hard to bury her finger deep inside. Nadine smiled, as she pulled her finger out and replaced it with her tongue. Jeff couldn't help the loud moan that escaped his lips. He had never had a woman lick his asshole before. And what Nadine was doing was sending electricity thru his whole body. She soon had Jeff humping his ass. Nadine was slowly working him to the point of no return. She would lick and tongue his asshole, then place her finger in and slowly fuck it deep and slow. Jeff knew that if he came with the intensity that was building in him, he would have a hard time getting hard again. And he knew that he did not want to disappoint this woman. "Nadine! Please! I'm gonna cum if you don't stop! I'm gonna cum so hard it will ruin it for both of us. Please stop?" Nadine pulled her finger frm his ass. Then she gave it one final lick. But just as Jeff was about to try and relax, she shoved her tongue directly into his asshole. Jeff shook trying to control himself. No woman had ever treated him this way. Nadine stood up and told him to stand also. She directed him to get her drink, as she positioned herself on the bed. Jeff came back and stood at the side of the bed. He looked down at this old woman as he watched her fingers slowly stroke her old pussy. But she had an old pussy that he now wanted more than anything. Nadine looked up at him. She slid her finger deep in her dripping cunt, then pulled it out and held it up to him. "Suck it clean Jeffie!" Jeff looked at the finger as she took the glass from his hands. The finger was covered with thick crème. But one look at her face let him know that she expected him to comply. Jeff bent his head and slowly sucked the finger in his mouth. Nadine slowly fucked her finger in and out as Jeff sucked it clean. He felt her shift and her soft hands were slowly caressing his balls. "So you say that Shelly is just OK? From the way she told me you had her crying and begging while you fucked her, I would say that you thought her pussy was better than just ok! And trust me, you have to fuck that slut good to have her peeing when she cums." Jeff looked surprised! How did she know what took place between him and shelly? Nadine saw the look on his face and began to laugh. "Poor Jeffie! Nadine knows more about him than he could imagine. I bet you thought that you would just come in here and fuck this old bitch silly? That you would leave me sated and thinking about the next time you would come by and fuck me with your young strong dick? Well little Jeffie, it don't work like that with me! In my house! In my bed! I call the shots! You will fuck me like I tell you to. And you had better fuck me damn good!" Nadine led Jeffie between her legs again. "Give me more of your delicious tongue. I want to be very wet when you slid that pole up my cunt." Jeff knew what was expected of him and he tried real hard not to disappoint her. Nadine was soon moaning and humping her pussy up off the bed. Just as he thought she was about to cum, she pushed his head from her soaked pussy. "I could let you eat my pussy all night! And I bet you could do it! No wonder shelly raved so much about your bedroom skills. But now I want to feel that thick dick in my pussy. But you will fuck me exactly as I tell you. I'm too old to let some young stud run me or have me explaining to my doctor how my cunt got stretched. Start by giving me just the tip. Don't go in any further until I say so." Jeff's dick was rock hard. He climbed up on the old bitch and slipped the tip of his dick inside her. Nadine moaned at his entry. "Damn! I didn't realize just how fat this dick was. I may not be able to take all of it. Ahhh! That's if Jeffie! Just the tip! Tease my cunt! You like fucking old white bitches! Don't you?" Jeff could feel the muscles in her cunt squeezing the head of his dick. Nadine may have been old, but she sure knew how to use her pussy. She made shelly look like a teenager just learning how to fuck. "Talk to me Jeffie! Tell me how you love to have white women drooling at the sight of your big strong black cock! Oh shit! You do know how to use that thing!" Turned Tables! Jeff wanted nothing more than to shove the entire length of his dick up this old bitch's cunt. Hear her scream as she took it like shelly did. But this wasn't shelly. And he knew better than to try that on this old woman. She controlled this party! He was just along for the ride. And damn if she wasn't giving him one hell of a ride at that! "Yes! I love to have an old white woman enjoying my hard black dick. Their husbands neglect them. They still need loving and when I fuck them they really show me they appreciate it." "Now give me a little more Jeffie! Did you like it when you shoved it deep in Shelly's tight asshole? Did you like the way she cried and begged for more? A little harder Jeffie! Don't worry! I'm almost ready for you. How did it feel when she screamed and you felt her Cumming while the piss ran down her legs? Oh Jeffie! You're getting fatter! Now Jeffie! Now I'm ready! Fuck me! Fuck me you young black stud! Oh yea! That's it! Harder! Make me feel it! Oh fuck! You do have a long big dick!" Jeff smiled as he began to give the old broad long deep strokes with his dick! This was what he loved! Hearing some old white woman moaning at the end of his deep stroke. He looked down into Nadine's eyes and found her staring right up at him. He smiled at her. "Oh yes Jeffie! That's it! Fuck me good! You like this old pussy don't you? You like it so much, you're gonna come back and give it to me a lot. You're tongue felt so good in my ass! Did you like he way my finger felt when I pushed it up your tight asshole? Next time I will do it while I'm deep-throating this long monster. Oh Jeffie! I'm there! I'm Cumming! Oh you dear, dear boy!" Jeff couldn't believe how incredible her pussy felt. He had fucked many an older white woman. But none of them ever gave him the pleasure this one did. He wanted more. He knew that just like she had said, he would be coming back for more. Jeff threw his head back and felt the explosion in his balls. Nadine gripped his hard as she felt his hot cum flood her already drenched pussy. She loved the feeling of fullness his dick gave her. And she knew that she would have him again and again. As Jeff looked down into Nadine's face there was no mistaking the look of contentment she wore. Jeff smiled to himself. Another white woman to notch his dick on! Then she gave him a big hug. Jeff rolled off of her and lay on his back catching his breath. Damn! She had completely drained his dick! "Oh Jeffie! Now that was a fuck worth getting! No wonder Shelly couldn't stop talking about how good you were in bed! You were fantastic! And I know that next time will be even better! Now be a dear! Use the bathroom by the front door and let yourself out. An old woman really needs her rest!" Saying that, Nadine turned over onto her side and snuggled down beneath the sheets. Jeff looked at her in amazement. Just like that she had dismissed him! Well! She had controlled the whole evening so far. But Jeff felt crushed. He wanted another go at this old woman with such a sweet pussy. But he knew better. He pulled himself out of bed and gathered his clothes. "Take everything Jeffie! The door will lock behind you and I really don't feel like getting up." Jeff did as he was told. Nadine lay there and just as she heard the front door close, she heard her closet door open. Nadine turned and looked at the closet. The woman that stepped out wore only a white maids apron. Her brown tits were full, nipples swollen hard from her constant pulling and pinching on them as she watched the show in the bed. "Well dear! Do you think that we should invite the young man back for a repeat performance? I must say, he eats pussy very well and can handle his dick nicely!" The maid slowly pulled the covers back as Nadine turned and opened her old white thighs wide. Knowing what was expected of her, the maid crawled between her thighs and began to slowly lick and suck the remnants of Jeff's cum from the soaked pussy. Nadine was soon moaning and humping her pussy up into the maid's mouth. Then with a cry, she came hard! The maid knelt up, and pulled the apron off. Beneath the white material, she wore a leather harness with a strap on dick. She eased it into Nadine's cunt. "Yes girl! Fuck me! Fuck me slow and deep like I love it! I'm so glad that I found you. To think! I found the perfect lover in my own company! Ahhh! Yes! Just like that! I was thinking of you as he fucked me you know!" The maid moaned. Not only was she slowly working six inches of semi-hard rubber in and out of Nadine's pussy, there was also six inches of rubber dick inserted in her cunt also. And she could feel it fucking her as she fucked her employer. "I could almost hear you in the closet Cumming as he worked his dick in my pussy. Did you see how he reacted when I fingered his asshole? Yes girl! Suck my nipples harder! Next time I will blindfold him and let you fuck him in his ass as he is fucking me. Would you like that girl? Ahhh! Oww! I'm Cumming again! Harder! Faster! Will you fuck him in the ass for me? Will you fuck your husband Eleanor?" Looking down at the old white woman, the sweat dripping from her, Eleanor smiled! "Oh yes Ma'am! I would love nothing better than to slide this hard dick up his tight ass! Both woman laughed as Eleanor's climax caused her to cry out in pleasure. Turned Tables Ch. 2 "What?" I felt pressure on my lower back and then - Zing! - a slap to the cheek. "On all fours." "What are you doing?" Again, your hand stung me. What on earth? The only time you'd snuck up on me before was to coax my sleeping cock into a hard-on. You're an exquisite submissive. I tell you once that I love being awoken with a blowjob, and next thing I know you're stirring me in the middle of the night, week after week, sucking my cock as if you take nourishment from it. But this? Completely unexpected. How had I slept through you rummaging through the sex toys? Placing manacles on my wrists? "Hands and knees," you said. I didn't see the third slap coming. "Don't make me repeat it." I scrambled into position and felt you nip my ass with your teeth. "Ouch!" I said, before I could stop myself. You moved toward my face to admonish me and I saw you'd dressed yourself up in that little collar and clamps. The collar and clamps I'd always wrapped around you. Wow. All this time you had me convinced you were my sub-in-training, but here you were, pulling a switch, in full regalia. My brain caught up to where my cock, rock-hard, had already gone. You told me I was your first dom. Your previous relationships were, what was the word you used? Egalitarian. Your boyfriend licked your pussy. You sucked his cock. He lay on top of you and heaved. You straddled him and rocked. I understood all that when we met. By day I'm a feminist, just like you. You pursued me the way modern women will. Phone calls. Invitations first for coffee, then for dinner, your treat or we split the bill fifty-fifty. Old-fashioned modern dating. Fine by me. But it's submissive women I attract, and I attracted you, Sweetheart. I recognized the novice in you. Your lace-free, utilitarian underthings. Your tongue probing my mouth as if demanding equal time only moments after I pulled my tongue away. Your mouth on my nipple. Your tongue circling my cock. Your unwillingness to cum in my mouth unless I, simultaneously, came in yours. Then you loosened up, and as you relaxed, I asserted some authority. I remember the first time you let me nuzzle your clit and lips, easy and slow, your head turned aside on the pillows, your arms thrown over your head. First came the deepening breaths. Then the open-mouthed panting. Soon you moaned, guiding my mouth with your hips, which had started to undulate, and then you howled louder, shaking against my tongue. You looked vulnerable after that, soft, and as you snuggled in my arms, I whispered, "How did it feel to let go?" "Mmmm. It felt wonderful. You're wonderful." "But to let go of control, to allow me to make the decisions. To give in. How did it feel?" You lay quietly, your breathing even, and I wondered if you'd fallen asleep. "It felt liberating," you said finally, looking confused. "Yes," I said, feeling a pulse in my chest that said, Let me protect you. Now you were the one protecting me. "I want to hear you when I fuck you," you said, lifting your hand as if to slap me again. My stomach leaped over itself and I opened my mouth in that sweet exhale of submission. Magnificent. It was as if you were playing out the one fantasy I never imagined I could tell you. How I wanted a woman to master me. To make the decisions. To fuck me with all her strength. To make me feel safe. But you couldn't handle that fantasy, I thought, watching how your breath quickened each time I applied the clamps, or reached back for a spanking, or simply whispered in your ear, "Roll over." Now you were spanking me and pulling up on my cock in a fast, smooth stroke. Parting my cheeks and nuzzling my asshole like a kitten at the nipple. Running your tongue in circles around my asshole until I felt it open. Like a pussy. Your pussy. It was as if you read my thoughts, thoughts that shimmered along the nerve endings of my ass, my cock, my balls and entered your body through your fingers, your lips, your tongue, guiding you to do exactly what I hoped. I felt myself give way a little more, which caused you to grow stronger, which allowed me to let go more deeply. No wonder you enjoy the bottom, my love. No wonder. You continued pulling up on my cock, as if it were a gearshift and you were in the driver's seat and you skirted my asshole, again, with your tongue. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock stiffened even more in your hand. You rubbed your tongue from my asshole toward my balls and began licking, your mouth as wet as your pussy moments before, screaming, you cum. Impossible beauty. You sucked by balls and kept pulling up on my cock. I knew I could cum this way, but I understood more than ever what I needed: to be fucked. By you. Hard. Damn hard. And as I settled into this realization, your voice banged around my brain. "Now you're going to feel me fuck you," you said. I felt your breath on my ass and balls. I heard the unmistakable sound of lube squirting on what I hoped was my biggest buttplug, then, suddenly, felt you tease my asshole with the plug. The way I tease your steaming lips with the head of my cock. For a moment I wondered what I looked like, open, but before I could complete the thought you slid in the tip. It felt sharp, rough, and I almost tightened against it, but I wanted it so badly I forced myself to relax. I inhaled. Then you slid it out. I exhaled with excruciating relief mixed with anxiety. You hadn't stopped, had you? But no, you probed me a little deeper, then retracted. I thought I knew what to expect. Each time you inserted the buttplug it went a little farther, and each time you pulled out, you gave me respite. What a gentle teacher. I pushed against that plug. I wanted the whole damn thing inside me. But I didn't expect you to roll under my hips and take my cock in your mouth. That's when I lost track of where I was. You'd placed me in the dominant position where I should have been fucking your mouth, yet you held a plug all the way up my ass and controlled my movements, forward and back. Completely. Stop, I wanted to say. I order you. Enough! I imagined whipping you until I drew welts as punishment for even thinking you could humiliate me that way. Then you elongated your neck and took my cock all the way down to your throat. I felt myself begin to cum. The arguments in my head started to melt, as if they were ice and you were fire. And all I felt was you fucking me, left, front and center. I began to rock. Your hand fucked my ass with the buttplug. Your mouth devoured my cock. I heaved back and forth, back and forth, with no sense of where I was going. All I knew was that an intense sensation had taken over my ass, my cock, my entire pelvis, as if my whole being were centered at the point where your hand met my ass and my cock met your throat. You own me, I wanted to say. I am yours. A buzzing began in my ears. I could discern no real sounds. Not you barking your orders. Not me moaning. My pelvis moved more quickly, so that no sooner did my cock leave your mouth, my ass begging for the plug, than you removed the plug and my cock banged against your palate. Where did you learn to fuck me so good, Baby? Where? I swear my cock started to vibrate. The vibration spread to my butt and thighs, and I no longer knew where I thrust. Did I push backward, imbibing the plug? Or forward, begging you to suck me until I shouted? I felt myself start to cum. Now you maintained pressure on the butt plug and controlled my cock at the same time, clamped tight, front and back, but still I felt my cock move in your mouth and my asshole shudder, as if I'd been strung with electricity. Instead of expelling a short, quick burst, I writhed inside you, releasing and spraying, shaking and spurting. The way a woman would cum. I didn't know my body could spray so much. And you, brave soul, swallowed every drop. You let my cock fall from your mouth, scurried out from under my pelvis, pulled the plug from my asshole. What? Then I realized what was happening. You thought I'd be angry. Disappointed. You flicked off the cuffs, lay back, averted your gaze. Sweet, sweet bottom. You looked terrified. As if you didn't know whether to fear my punishment. Or beg for it. Well, I can play along. I gathered what little strength I had left, snapped the cuffs on your wrists and slapped one cheek, then the other. I grasped the collar, which you'd left around your neck, and pulled. You looked into my eyes. What did you see? Then you lay back. "Spread those legs," I said. You rushed to comply, looking away. "Wider!" You were red and raw as a cleaved fruit and ripe enough to take my hand in all the way to my wrist. But best not to toy with you. You'd offered me release. It was time you had yours. With one decisive move, I dove my tongue into your pussy then licked up, firmly, toward your clit. You rose to meet me, already on fire. I reached under your ass, spread your cheeks and lifted, then dove again, starting with your asshole this time, and licking upward, pressure steady, as if I were a cat and you needed a damn good cleaning. This time I flicked your clit with the tip of my tongue and you cried out. I continued this way, steadily lapping, twirling my tongue around your clit on the upstroak, then burrowing down for the next long taste. You rocked with me, an aching harmony, your pussy dripping onto your ass, your moans growing louder and more insistent. I licked your ass, probed my tongue into your pussy, swirled your clit, heard your breath quicken. Licked your ass, probed your pussy, tickled your clit, felt you rock against me a bit faster. Lick, probe, swirl, lick, probe, swirl. If I applied some steady pressure on your clit, you'd cum in a minute. Now I paused and held your clit in my mouth. I sucked, gently, and above the sound of my mouth I heard your groans become more throaty. It was as if your clit started to take flight. It became lighter against my tongue, riding the wave of an exhilaration of its own creation. I removed my mouth and plunged three fingers into your pussy. You cried out in surprise then pushed, hard, against me. I added a fourth finger, then wriggled in my thumb. You rocked against me, fast, then faster, and I began suckling your clit again, gently but insistently. What sounded like a howl started to come from your abdomen. It grew louder and louder as you rubbed quickly against my hand and tongue, then more quickly still. Suddenly you were shouting, loud and long, and bucking, and I had only to hold on. You moved against me, crying out, for what seemed like an hour. Then with a sob, you pulled away from my hand and mouth, almost violently. You rolled onto your side, your face in the pillow. Your body shook. Was it from orgasm? Or were you crying? I undid the cuffs and climbed over you. "Lie on your back," I whispered. You did as you were told but looked away. "Look at me," I said. You shook your head. I stretched out on top of you, gently. I wanted to feel you. Thigh to thigh. Nipple to breast. Skin to skin. I kissed you, eyes open. You looked at me then. I skirted your mouth with my tongue. I tasted my cum, still fresh and salty. Your tongue reached back in hello, tasting, I knew, yourself on my lips. After a minute, I pulled away. "What have you learned?" I asked. You began to cry, quietly. "I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." "Why?" "I don't know what got into me. I wasn't in control. Please, please don't leave me." "What are you talking about, don't leave you?" You shook your head and bit your lower lip, but a sob escaped. You turned your head and cried, hard and open, for several minutes. Then you looked at me again. "You like me submissive," you said in a hoarse whisper. "Now that I did something different, you won't want me anymore. Please don't leave me. I can take any punishment. Anything. Anything is better than you not wanting me." I almost laughed out loud. I rolled off you, lay on my side, and pulled you onto yours, our faces inches apart. "Listen to me," I said. "I want you. I want you. Do you believe me?" You shrugged your shoulders. "You'll have to take my word for it. Now, think for a minute, and tell me. What have you learned?" It took you a long time to answer. You spoke slowly, but your voice was clear. "The whole point was to give you pleasure," you said. I nodded. "Every move I made was connected to the one before it. With each touch, I learned more about what your body wanted. I watched your reaction, then followed it with an action that would please you more deeply, that would elicit another reaction. I was focused on you. Completely." "Yes," I said. "On top, I was more submissive than ever. Submissive to your needs. Your desires." "Yes." "And you trusted me. You followed." "Ah." You stopped talking and we both fell asleep for a few minutes. Then we stirred. "So my punishment?" you asked. I reached my hand between your legs, still moist, and rubbed a finger between your lips. You opened your legs slightly and inhaled. Already you softened. "You want to be punished again so soon, my love?" I asked, bending my head to bite your nipple.