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What She Wanted

By: Looney



EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. c 2000 -- Commercial use prohibited without author's consent.

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Chapter - 1

So here I am, following my dick around again. Such power HE wields, haha. After I met her, purely a chance occurrence, I seemed to end up at her house. I did not know who she was, or how she acted, but I am a guy, so, like that really matters, haha. But, I digress...

Lots of fantasies passed through my mind during the drive over, lots. I pulled up to her place and composed myself. Since I was winging this, I was running on the normal assumption "You can't fuck up a plan you don't have." So, not really sure what was going to happen, I walking up to her door and knocked. 

After a few seconds, she opened the door wide and peered out. I smiled and said hello as she showed me quickly inside. I turned around and watched her close the door. When her back was to me, I stepped forward and stood, pinning her between the door and myself.

I leaned into her and whispered into her ear, "Are you wet?"

"Oh God! Yes I am."

"Are you nervous?"

"Y... Yes."

She was trembling, from fear or excitement? Hopefully both. I rubbed her shoulders and asked her to get me a drink. Giving her something to do would calm her down. She was nice looking, very cute. She was in her 30's, short, about up to my shoulders. She had thin legs that looked nice. She had on sweat pants and a cotton shirt. Her tits did not seem to be huge, but beggars cannot be choosers. 

All in all, I would say I got quite lucky, considering all the different kind of people out there. We sat on the couch making small talk about her apartment and all. To break the ice, I asked her to rub my shoulders.

Sitting in front of her on the floor, she rubbed my neck. She seemed much more relaxed not having me look at her while we talked. She said that she had a boyfriend that was really blah, boring, and just wanted to get his rocks off and go to sleep. He was out of town and she stayed late at work, nothing else to do.

I asked her if she had panties on and she stopped rubbing my neck and said, "Yes". That seemed to catch her off her guard. Still sitting in front of her, I changed the tone of my voice to be a little more demanding and said, "Rub your pussy with your fingers and let me taste you."

She hesitated a second, and mumbled "Oh god" and then I felt her start squirming around. A second later her fingers, dripping wet, slid around in front of my face. I took her hand and sucked her fingers into my mouth. She squeezed me in-between her legs and stood up. "I can't wait any longer, lets go into the bedroom."

"No," looking into her eyes. "Take your shirt off, Now"

She looked away, sighed, and I said, "I can leave!"

"No, no. Please stay."

"What do you want?" I asked.

She did not say anything, just standing there... I sat down on the couch. "Take your shirt off."

She lifted it over her head and stood looking at me. "The bra also!"

As she removed it, out popped some nice tits. They were full, no sag, and had big long nipples. I let her stand there a few seconds, just watching her, and then reached out and touched her chest. She closed her eyes and moaned as I closed my hand and pulled her nipple out. She started to sit and I loudly said, "No, keep standing!" 

She stood straight up and opened her eyes. I made sure she watched as I leaned close and moved my mouth towards her tit. Slowly opening my mouth, I slid it over her nipple and sucked in. I rubbed my tongue back and forth over her nipple and pulled my mouth away, grabbing with my teeth and gently biting. "Oh, ohhh" she said grabbing my head.

"Are you going to be good? Going to do everything I say? Or am I going to leave? I hate to think you were lying when you wished for someone else to be in control."

"No, Yes, No... I will do what you say. I don't want you to leave. I am so hot."

"You understand, there are consequences if you do not follow instructions. Consequences that are both good and bad, painful and pleasurable."

"Yes, I understand. I will, but please don't hurt me!"

"That should not concern you. I am only here for your pleasure. You expressed an interest in being submissive, letting go. We are going to explore that. If I go too far, your safe word is "jelly beans". If you can't take it any more, don't want to continue, just say the safe word, and we will stop."

"Ok, I understand."

"You liked that story about the woman being a sex slave I will use you sexually, both mentally and physically, and you will have many, many orgasms, so remember, you only get to use the safe word once, only once, so use it wisely. If you say stop, it all stops. Remember, you are capable of much more than you know." 

I sat back down and pulled her directly in front of me. "Take your pants off!" She hesitated and I repeated myself. "I will not repeat myself again!"

She pulled her sweats down and the crotch was soaking wet. She stepped out of them and stood there, looking down. Her nipples were hard as rocks and her inner thighs were glistening. I slapped the insides of her legs and said "Spread em'". Her pussy was shaved smooth except for a little patch above her clit. It was big and wet and swollen and... juicy.

I made my middle finger hard and hooked it as I reached out and cupped her pussy. My finger slid right inside her and my hand went at least an inch into wet pussy lips. "Now this is a pussy!" I said. I rubbed my hand all around and got my finger in tight. It felt soft and velvety inside.

She was kind of squatting down on my hand with her knees bowlegged. She had to hold onto my shoulders to stand up. She took a deep breath and held it and had not let it go yet. I pulled my hand tight against her cunt and wiggled my finger. It was curled right behind her vulva, right where the G spot is. She let out an "Auuggghhhmmm" and started to cum.

As I wiggle my finger inside I rubbed my thumb against her clit and she just froze up and I felt her pussy just flood with moisture and then she started to hump my hand like crazy. Her legs were shaking and about to give out so I smacked her on the ass hard and loud and said, "Stand up."

She jumped and strengthened her legs and rubbed her ass where I hit it. She was right on the edge of another orgasm when I pulled my hand away. She opened her eyes and looked confused. "Not yet, not yet. Your first orgasm is free, the rest you have to earn."

"Turn around... Around! Good, Bend over... lean... Good girl." SMACK, smack. "OUCH", she said, but she stood her ground, she did not move. I started spreading swats across her backside. Light, then hard, different all the time. She was bent over, with her hands on her knees, pushing her ass back towards me. "You like that huh?" "Yes, yes it feels good." I stopped and pushed my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. 

She was dripping wet, so I got my hand completely wet, rubbing her cunt and fingering her, until just before she came, and then I pulled away and started spanking her ass with my wet hand. It must have stung like crazy. She moaned, yelped and gritted her teeth, but she wanted more. I slapped her thighs, her ass, and worked my way to her pussy. I started light and got progressively harder. Slapping my fingers right over her clit. She started to shake and quivver and she came like mad. She squirted a stream of cum out of her pussy all over the floor. I rubbed it for a second and then started spanking it again. She came again, or was still cumming and squirted two more times. It was incredible. 

She fell to her knees, unable to hold herself up. I leaned over and started kissing her ass and legs. She was red and hot as I ran my tongue over her ass.

"I bet you did not know you could squirt, did you. I did not even have to try very hard."

"I had no idea! I have heard of it, but... ohhh... everything is all tingly. That orgasm was the best thing in the world."

"Well, you ain't seen nothing yet. You wanted to become someone's sex slave. Here's your chance. "Turn over, sit, sit-up." 

"OK, this is where you can turn back. You only get one. Is this a taste of what you want? I will train you to act properly around me, to follow instructions perfectly. You will be punished for not doing them correctly. But... the payoff... you just got a taste of."

I stopped and looked at her, stared into her eyes. She was still breathing hard from her previous orgasm. She looked down, unsure.

"Do you submit to everything I am, everything I do, everything I say? For my pleasure and yours! Go think about it. Go sit on the edge of the bed. Just sit there; don't touch your pussy, your tits, nothing. Just feel what you want. If you want this come back and ask me to train you."

She just sat there. Looking down. I waited and she looked up and said the magic words. "This is hard. I am not sure what to do, but I love this feeling and I want to know more. Please train me, use me, and make me cum like that again. Make me feel like a... a slut."

I stood up and took off my clothes. She just stayed kneeling in front of the couch. I sat on the edge of the couch and pushed her knees apart. Sitting in front of her naked, my dick as hard as diamonds, I reached out and rubbed her pussy and got my fingers wet. I slid them across her mouth, leaving a wet, slimy trail. 

"This is where it starts. There is no turning back. Now... rub your nipples. Move your hands and rub your tits and twist and pull your nipples."

Suprisingly, she reached right up and started playing with her tits. She seemed to like grabbing her nipples and pulling them out and letting her boobs fall back. When she was not paying attention, I reached out and grabbed hold of her tit and twisted it tight. They were just the right size to fit like a soft Nerf football. I pulled her towards me by her tit and said "Suck my dick, slut!" 

She moaned and leaned forward and swallowed the whole thing. Now, a six or six and a half inch piece of sturdy meat is what I carry around. Not like some stories where size is not an object, haha. I let her tit go and grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face. She tried to use her hands, but I made her stop. 

"Rub your nipples and just fuck me with your mouth. If you can make yourself cum, by twisting your nipples, you first punishment will be free, and that one is always the worst."

She moaned from somewhere in her throat and grabbed both boobs. Her fingers were twisting her nipples and she was bobbing her head up and down my shaft. Her pelvis started to curl and move like she was fucking someone. She was pulling her nipples harder and her breathing was getting faster.

"Go on, make yourself cum. I am not helping this time. You either do it by yourself, or take your first punishment. Come on! Any decent slut can make herself cum. If you can't even do that, your pretty worthless."

I waited and watched. She was right on the edge. "Twist those nipples, Yeah! Cum for me. Squirt on the floor, just like before. Do it, squirt for me, or I will spank your ass until you cry." Right then she froze up and then shoved her hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit. She came like a flood. It looked like a dam had broken. Twice she froze up and then came, squirting when she moved her hand. After about 2 minutes, she stopped jumping and just sat their, head hung, breathing heavy.

"I leaned down to her ear and said "And just think how hard you will come when I help!" I raked my fingernails down her back as I walked past her and it looked like she had another orgasm. She was having little mini-tremors. 

I walked around and had a look at her place. It was nice, 2 bedroom, little kitchen. I turned around and she was standing right behind me. "I did not tell you that you could get up?"

"I have to pee."

"Well then, let's pee." And I turned into the bathroom. I sat her down on the toilet and stood there waiting. She just sat there and said, "I can't with you here."

"Get over it then, because you will. Go on just pee. I am only standing here."

"I can't."

"Do it, you had to pee, so pee."

"Please leave, I have to really go."

"No, not a chance. Pee, or don't, up to you."

"I won't with yo...

"WON'T, won't do what? What you promised to do, anything I said. I said you could pee, and you won't?"

I yanked her up and turned her around. Grabbing her hair by the back of my neck, I bent her over so her face was over the toilet. I smacked her ass and held her in place with my legs.

"You promised, SMACK, to be a slave, smack, smack, and now you want out, smack, smack. I should just fucking leave, this isn't worth it."

I stood up and turned and she grabbed me and said "No, no. I will."

"I will what?"

"I will try to pee for you."

"Try, you better pee, right here, standing right there. PEE, NOW, right where you are standing."

She closed her eyes and pee started running down her legs. She must have been holding it for a while. It was making a big puddle on the floor. I reached down and rubbed her pussy while she was going.

"What a little slut you are, standing here, with a stranger rubbing your pussy, peeing all over yourself. All done? Feel better? Let's go."

"Wait, I need to wipe."

"No, you are such a nasty slut, that should be a rather nice smell for you to carry around. Now, SMACK, get going. To the bed, get on your knee's with your ass in the air."

I walked into the bedroom and opened the blinds. She was not comfortable with this, afraid someone would see inside, but I just ignored her. She had a nice sturdy wood futon style bed. I swatted her upturned ass a few times and rubbed her wet pussy. I pulled her upright and stood her at the end of the bed.

I got into my bag of goodies that I had brought and soon had several pieces of rope. It was a short bed, so her ass was way above the top. I tied her ankles to the bottom corners and her wrists at an angle down to the top of the corners. I reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of clothespins. She was not looking too happy about this and started asking a bunch of questions. I took one pin, made her open her mouth and stick out her tongue.

"Do not flinch." I clipped her tongue for a few seconds and then removed the pin. This obviously hurt a great deal. "Hold this in your mouth and DO NOT drop it. If you talk again, or drop this clothespin, I will clip it to your tongue and leave it there." She sucked the pin into her mouth and held it firm. She watched wide-eyed as I slowly grabbed each tit and placed pins around the nipple. I got ten on each boob, in a neat circle. She was breathing hard and steady, but was not going to drop that pin in her mouth.

I shook her tits, making the pins rattle together. She moaned and leaned into her ropes, struggling to get out. I went into the bathroom and got one of her hairbrushes. She did not see me when I came back, and jumped when I swatted her ass. I just kept hitting her, slow and hard, fast and light. She was really breathing hard as I stopped and bent down to my bag. 

"Give me a number between one and five." She mumbled four as I pulled out one of those leather slappers.

"The shape of this paddle will do just nicely. Please count for me..."

I swung upwards, and hit the bottom of her tits. She jumped and made the clothespins wiggle. Her tits were great for this. She never said anything, just leaning with her eyes closed.

"COUNT! That earns you four more swats."

"Oonnne," she mumbled.

"Nope, start again."

I swung and hit the top of her boob. "MMMMmhh Oonnee"

SWAT "Ttooo"

SWAT "Ttrreee" SWAT

"Aaugg ffourrrr"

I reached over and removed a few pins. It left little red teeth marks. I swatted again, right where the pins had been. She flinched, groaning, and then "Fiiive"

Swat

"Mmm Siisss"

I removed a few more from the other tit. She almost dropped the pin in her mouth. She was clenching it with her teeth. 

SWAT

This time was a clear "Aauugghh Sseven"

SMACK "Eight, nnooo mooooree"

I took my time removing the rest of the pins. I grabbed both of her tits and roughly mashed them and rubbed the teeth marks. I still had not touched her nipples and when I leaned over and sucked one in my mouth, she started to cum. She was pulled tight against the rope and trying to get away from my mouth. I moved to the other tit and when I sucked her nipple and she gasp, the pin dropped from her mouth. I stopped and smacked her nipple with the paddle. "I told you that you would not like it if you dropped the pin."

I slapped each nipple, one after the other, not too hard, but she started coming like a rabbit. She held her head back and pushed her tits out and clenched up and shook each time I hit them. Once I quit, and she stopped cumming, I untied her and she slumped back onto the bed. I stood over her and jacked off and when she looked up at me, I came all over her face. She lay there licking my sperm off her fingers and either fell asleep or passed out.

I picked up all my stuff and left a note. "Next time..."

CHAPTER 2

I was unsure how to next approach her. We had met online one evening and then met at her house 2 hours later. Not the safest thing in the world, but certainly adventurous. She emailed me continuously during the days following our encounter. At first she was mad that I had just left, but after re-affirming the fact that she was not in control, the tone with her letters changed.

There were a few really fun days where I had her following orders and doing sexual things. They were really nothing, but having to finger her pussy at work in her shortest skirt and bra-less top was unheard of. She of course did these things I dreamed up. She would do anything.

On the following Friday, during her lunch hour, I sent her a list of instructions. She was to go into the bathroom and remove her panties. During lunch, I had her sit at her desk, skirt pulled up, and spank her pussy. To prove she did this, I asked her to use her PC microphone and record the sounds and email me the file.

"If I get no file, I will not see you again. If I like the sound file enough to get my dick hard, then I would be at your house promptly at 6PM."

Sure enough, 30 minutes later, I was listening to her spank her pussy and moan. She was talking and saying she wanted me there to fuck her. She could not understand why she did these things, "Why, how do you make me do this? Please, tonight, use me, make me scream with pleasure."

I listened to her ramble for a few more minutes and closed the file. I typed out a return email and told her what I expected.

1) Do nothing for the rest of the afternoon. Just sit at your desk! No bathroom, no snack-break, NOTHING! Just think about how you will please me tonight! 2) Go straight home from work and I will be waiting. Lock your car and go inside your apartment. Leave the front door open and immediately remove all your clothes and leave them in a pile by the door. 3) Crawl, on your hands and knees, to the bedroom. Get in the middle of the bed with your head face down, your ass pushed up in the air. If these orders are not followed exactly, I will not even enter your house.

This should prove to be a fun time! I was actually salivating at the nasty, wicked thoughts running through my head. My head, well, brain, was in overdrive, but certainly not in control, haha.

I sat in the corner of her apartment parking lot, watching as she drove up. She looked around but could not see me. She hurried up the stairs but I could not see inside due to the angle of the door. I waited a second and then proceeded to her place. The door was indeed open with a pile of clothes. It was kinda messy inside, but she did not know I was coming.

I closed the door and silently walked to her bedroom. I could not hear anything, so I slowly peered inside. Sure enough! She was face down and ass high. What a sight she was.


What She Wanted



"Close your eyes and do not open them until you are given permission!"

She jumped at the loudness of the quiet room. I went into the kitchen and lit a couple of candles that I had brought so they would have time to melt. I wet back into the bedroom and opened the blinds and the big glass sliding door. I stood behind her and enjoyed the view of her upturned ass. I could see her pussy lips pushing out all wet and glistening.

"Did you touch your pussy after I instructed you to do nothing else?"

"No."

I could tell she was scared as hell, but she was so horny.

"What about in the car?"

"No."

"You did not use the bathroom, or drink anything?"

"No."

"So, nothing but your thoughts and wet pussy have been between your legs all day?

"Yes."

I leaned over and put my nose right up to her pussy. I took a big, loud, deep breath, and smelled her excitement. "Umm. Now that is what fresh pussy smells like!" I made it sound as nasty and rude as I could.

I still had not touched her so I stuck my tongue out and quickly licked from her pussy up to her ass and said "Now that is what a good pussy tastes like!" She shivered when I did this and moaned loudly.

"What did you ask me today on your recording?"

"Umm, I don't. to."

"You asked to be treated like a slut."

I waited. "Well?"

"Please treat me like a slut, Sir. Use me over and over. Anything you want I will do. Whatever I can."

"Shut up Slut! If you want to talk, I can leave, otherwise, keep your mouth shut unless I ask you a specific question. Understand?"

"Y Yes, Master."

I could tell she was unsure, just feel the tension in the air. Loudly, so she could hear, I slowly removed my belt, shoes, and clothes. I let her wait for each piece. I stood on her bed behind her, pointing my dick right at her pussy. I just leaned forward and sunk it in to the hilt. It was tight and slick and there was no resistance.

"OOHHHH GOD. OhhHHhhhh. Auug."

I left my dick pushed all the way in and rose up and down moving inside her pussy. I pulled it all the way out, slowly, relishing the squeezing muscles. It felt so great. I slammed it back in and pulled it out slow, dripping. I stood and moved to sit in front of her head and lifted her face up by the hair. She started to say something and I shoved it in her mouth.

"Suck your cunt juice off my cock, slut."

She struggled and finally got into a good up and down motion. I leaned up and grabbed her nipples, which were swollen and hard. I pulled roughly on them and she moaned my dick. The harder I twisted and pulled, the more she groaned. I pushed her mouth off me and rolled off the bed. I paused to look and watched her squirm and fidget.

"Get up. Get up and come stand over here."

She got up, unsure of herself while blindfolded.

"Walk over to the balcony, come here. Sit in this chair."

"People will see!" she squeaked.

SMACK I slapped her ass hard. "I said no words unless spoken to. Did you not understand that?"

"Yes, sorry Master, never again."

"Come here and SIT!"

She walked to the rail, and found the chair and sat in it. I had it facing the outside and no one could actually see, unless they were just standing there watching, which was ok too, I guess.

"Spread your legs! Raise your arms, clasp your hands behind your neck. Good, good girl. I like a slut who follows orders."

I ran my hands over her legs and chest, stopping to play with each of her tits. Lifting and holding each. Sucking on each nipple. Biting them and making her squirm. "Just gotta get these little guys nice and hard."

"Now. DO NOT move. Do not flinch, and since your neighbors are able to watch, I would not cum too loudly, unless you want them to hear enough to come and see what is going on."

I roughly slid two fingers up her pussy and jerked them around until she was nice and hot. I flicked her nipples with my fingertips until she almost cried out. I grabbed her elbows and told her to keep them up. "Point that chest out like a proud slut. Aren't you proud of these tits? Proud of this big, wet cunt?"

"WELL!"

"Yes, yes I am proud."

"Of what?"

"Of. proud of my tits and cunt." She said with despair in her voice.

I stopped touching her and let her sit while I got a drink. I grabbed the candles when I returned and held them over her chest. I let one drop hit her and she flinched. Drop two hit the top of her tit and she finally felt the heat.

"Ooaauughhhhh.. that's hot. aauuuu."

I ignored her and kept up a steady drop of wax. I blew on them when it was too big, and soon she was moaning and pushing her chest out. I got her right to the edge and then started dripping down her thighs.

"Quiet now, remember the neighbors, UNLESS... you want them to hear."

"No, no, god, ohhh, can I talk. please"

"Yes, what do you want slut?"

"Oh god, what is this. What are you doing. It burns but feels so good. It is hard to hold my arms up."

"Well, DO IT! Keep them up. I am dripping hot wax on your chest and legs. (She moaned) I have several candles to go so let everyone know how much you like it." I chuckled.

I took her by the back of the neck and told her to drop her arms to the chair arms. "Don't move them, grab on." I took the second candle and dripped much more wax onto her areola and nipples. She almost screamed until I moved to the other nipple and she gritted her teeth and held it in. I got both nipples completely covered with wax and put the last few drops right above her clit.

"Look, look how wet you are, just dripping out of your cunt. What a slut you were all along. Here. Do not wipe this off. I want you to smell how much your nasty cunt likes this!"

I wiped my fingers through her pussy and rubbed it on her mouth and under her nose. I jiggled her tits and slapped her pussy a few times and just sat and watched her for about five minutes. She was not sure If I was standing there or not.

I leaned down and startled her as I spoke directly into her ear.

"Open your eyes and watch your pussy. Do not look anywhere else."

I took a red magic marker from my bag and wrote "SLUT" across the top of her pussy. She had a tear in her eye as I leaned over and kissed her roughly.

"You wanted nasty, well you certainly look nasty. Your face is all red and flush, your pussy is dripping onto the floor, your tits are covered in wax. Do you want more my little sex slave?"

"oh my, my. oh, yes.. please. more, please anything. I really want to cum, please fuck me until I cum. please.. more."

She was just babbling so I started to pick the wax off her chest. I would take a small piece and pull it off in strips, slowly. She moaned and squirmed and gasp when the cold air hit her bare nipple. It was the most fun to remove, being one big blob of wax. I just lifted it up, higher and higher, until her nipple pulled out of it. It must have been painful, but she shuddered and I watched her pussy contracting like there was something in it.

I reached down and slide my middle finger inside as far as it would go. "Ooouch" she said. My bladder is full, that hurts."

"OK then, lets relieve ourselves."

I stood next to her and started to piss on her. She gasp and tried to get up when she realized what was happening.

"SIT the FUCK DOWN!"

She slumped into the chair and I continued to pee. "Any slut worth her weight love piss. Loves to drink it, smell it. Nasty, wet fun." She obviously did not have the same opinion, but it was fun treating her this way!

"Now it is your turn. You have full bladder, I would suggest not holding it too much longer. You seemed to like peeing on the floor from our last time together, and you do not have much of a choice anyway. Now, start pissing or I will lock the door and leave you out here on the balcony."

I sat down and just watched. She did not like this, but I could se her trying to relax, or strain, or something. Suddenly, a few drops then a flood. She had been holding it all afternoon and it flowed for several minutes. It ran down the concrete and watered the plants down below. When she was finished, I did not dry her, left her wet with my piss all over her, and had her get back on the bed with her ass in the air.

"Since you have not opened your eyes, and have been a good girl, I won't punish you for getting out of the chair. I have something else in mind instead."

I opened my bag and put on some latex surgical gloves. I opened a bottle of sex lube oil and poured it down her ass cheeks. I spread it around with my hands and then slid a finger in her hole. She yelped and moaned and tried to pull away. I said "Stop, stay still and relax." I let her relax and then started sliding my finger in and out of her ass. Stretching it out, using two fingers and then three. I had to rub her clit to get three fingers in her ass, but after a few minutes, they were sliding in nice and easy.

I started using my other hand on her pussy. Three fingers went in easily, so I pushed four inside. She was all slick from the oil and soon I almost had all five fingers pushed in. She was moaning loudly and pushing back against my hand. "Fuck me, fuck me hard" was all that was coming out of her mouth.

I pointed my fingers together and pushed my whole hand inside her cunt. It popped over her outer muscles and it was tight. I could not open my fist, but, once it slid inside her, she stopped moving and took a deep breath. I waited a second and then wiggled my fingers. I could actually move her cervix around and then she screamed, very loud, into the pillow. "FUCK MEMEMEEEE" she yelled over and over so I pulled my fist out and started to really have some fun.

I would push the whole thing in and out and cram as many fingers into her ass at the same time as I could. I used both hands and got 8 fingers in her pussy and used them both on her ass to stretch and pull it open. She was just cumming over and over, farting and jerking and screaming for more.

I removed the gloves and rubbed some fresh oil on my dick. I mounted her from behind and slammed my dick into her freshly used ass. She fell forward so I yanked her hair and pulled her head back. I pounded my cock into her ass mercilessly and held her hair. "Just like having my own slut ride at the carnival. Put a little oil in the slot, hang on, and ride as long as you can."

I shoved her face into the pillows and grabbed her hands. "Hold your ass, pull those big white cheeks apart so I can fuck you deeper."

She reached back and spread a little wider and I put all my weight on her as I fucked her. I reached down and stuck fingers in her pussy and pounded her harder. She was in one big, long, continuous orgasm. I slid my fingers in her ass while my cock was going in and out. She started to scream and orgasm again and her ass muscles squeezed my dick so hard that I came. I just stayed on top of her and let her ass milk me.

Her asshole was big and stretched out, it would not even close. White sperm oozed out and she rubbed it with her fingers. I used a towel to wipe myself off and then wiped a spot across her ass. I took the marker and drew an arrow to her asshole. "This belongs to my Master."

I leaned down to her ear and told her not to let her boyfriend touch her or have any kind of sex until I ok it. I kissed her gently, softly, and then went into the other room and got dressed and left.

I had a big grin for days thinking about that evening. I had lots in store for her.

CHAPTER - 3

During that week she emailed me several times letting me know that her ass and pussy was red from scrubbing the marker off. She said she told her boyfriend that she had a bladder infection, and this helped her hide the writing. I got her to admit that she was wet and horny every time she took a shower, because she knew exactly what it said, and she loved being dominated.

Thursday night, I emailed her to wear only sweatpants and a simple top to work on Friday. I emailed her again first thing the next morning and told her to write me a note, in diary style, about what happened the last time we met and how she felt.

"This will keep your thoughts on your wet cunt. Have it done by lunchtime, when you will get another email."

I was sure she did exactly what I asked. She was just one big ball of horny girl. I then programmed my computer to send an email at exactly 11:45 am. It instructed her to go to lunch alone. I told her to get into her truck; she has a full size truck with an extended cab, and drive it across the street from her building and park next to the tree's there. I also told her to cum 5 times and then she could return to work.

Little did she know, I had already staked out the place and it was pretty isolated. The trees were out of the way, in the corner, and it looked like no one ever drove past it. She was sure going to be shocked when I walk up to the truck and look inside, haha.

Sitting in the parking lot, I watched her get into her truck and drive across the street. I gave her a few minutes to get situated and watched her peering around to make sure no one was there. I saw her seat drop back and knew it was time to go. I walked quickly over to the passenger side of her truck, closest to the trees, and glanced inside.

She was laying back, no pants on, rubbing her clit and moaning. Her eyes were closed and her head was rocking back and forth. I watched for a minute or two and saw her cum. Her hand started rubbing faster and faster and she arched her back and shuddered. She tried to touch her pussy again, but apparently it was too sensitive because she jerked her hand back.

When she did this, her eyes just popped open. She looked around frantically, like she knew she was being watched. When she focused on my head in the window, she freaked. She grabbed her pants and covered herself at the same time I pulled the handle up and opened the door. She started to scream when I shouted her name. She paused and then recognized me and had a very confused look on her face.

She was certainly not expecting me to be there, two hours from home and in the middle of the day. She started to speak and I held up my hand and said "No". As I climbed into the cab, I said, "I was just checking to make sure my slut was doing exactly what she was told to do. You looked surprised to see me? Well, let this be a lesson."

I reached out and put my hand on her chest and her heart was beating a thousand times a second. "Take that top off and get into the back seat." I watched her lift her shirt and fondled her nipples while she did it. "You are being very good and not talking, maybe you won't get a spanking after all. Now, get back there."

She climbed over and sat right in the middle of the bench seat. I brought a small bag with a few toys in it and I reached in and withdrew two small pieces of rope. I tied one end to each wrist, and the other to the handhold loops at the top of the cab by the windows. Once I was sure she could not get loose, I sat back and admired her, just staring.

"Spread your legs and close your eyes," I said.

She was nervous as hell, and slowly opened her legs. As the minutes went by, her face seemed to get more and more uncomfortable with me watching her. The truck was running and I reached over and turned the air conditioner up a few notches.

Slowly the air got colder and her nipples hardened right up. "Nice, nice and tight" I said as I rubbed them. "Good firm nipples and a very wet pussy!"

I slid the front seat up as far as it would go, to give me additional room. I kneeled on the floor next to her and leaned to her ear. "How many times have you cum today?"

"Just once, you saw it."

"Then you have 4 orgasms left? Correct?"

"Yes" she said.

I lowered my mouth and sucked on her tit and licked her nipple. She moaned and pushed her chest out to give me better access. I moved my hand to her pussy and slid two fingers inside. They sunk right past the knuckles and I could feel her muscles already contracting. I forcefully moved them around and when I put my thumb on her clit, her hips started shaking and she came. My hand was cupped over her pussy and with me chewing on her nipple and moving my fingers in and out of her cunt, my hand was soon completely soaked.

When she started to clam down, I removed my hand and wiped it on her face. "What a nasty little girl you are. Tied down inside her own truck, her body betraying her, her mind begging for more. You do want more?"

"Oh, yes, yes please, please make me cum again."

"How? How should I make you cum?"

"My ass, please fuck my ass."

"Ok" I said. I took 2 more pieces of rope and tied them behind her knees and attached the other end to the rope on her wrists. These pulled her legs up and back, leaving her wide open and making her lean down with her asshole hanging over the edge of the seat. I reached into the bag and got a few clothespins. "Watch, watch what I am doing."

She looked down at her pussy and stared as I placed the pins along the length of her slit. Each time I opened one and placed it over her skin, she took a deep breath and when I let go she made a low, moaning sound that came from deep inside. I had put 4 clothespins on each side of her cunt and for grins, I slid one up inside her.

She tried to squirm around but each time it made her back lower and her ass slide more, making the ropes pull her legs farther apart. I held out my finger and let her suck on it.

"Get it all nice and wet. I am going to slide it in your ass, nice and slow."

She eagerly sucked and watched as I took my time inching my finger into her asshole.

"Nice and tight, very nice. Not still sore from last week?"

"Ahh. no, not sore. Ooohhh. that feels good."

"So you like this?" I said pushing in and out of her ass.

"Yes, yes I love it."

"What do you love about it?"

"Being a. a. a nasty slut. I don't know why I do things you say, but you make me feel soooo good."

"What do you want now?"

"Two."

"Two what?"

"Two. two fingers, please. Ohh, put more fingers in my ass."

Immediately I pushed another finger inside. She arched with pain, but relaxed and pushed her ass muscles out and I was sliding two fingers in her ass as far as I could get them. I rotated my hand and it let me slide my thumb into her pussy. She had a wild look in her eyes and I could tell she was ready to cum again.

"Who do you belong to? Who owns this sluts little ass?"

As I used my other hand to touch and move the clothespins, she moaned louder and louder, "You are, you own me, you can fuck my ass, oh, god, fuck me, own me, use my asshole. I am your slut!" As she started to cum, I pulled each of the pins off and rubbed where it had been placed. This caused her to go over the edge. I was struggling to keep my hand in place. Her hips and ass were gyrating all over the place.

"BE STILL, Stop moving!" I said, as I stopped also. As slow as I could, I moved my hand in and out, and started to slap her pussy, right over her clit. Slap, Slap, Slap, as I then rammed my fingers in her ass as rough and hard as I could. She froze up and then ejaculated, squirting pussy juice all over the place.

I pulled my hands away and used her hair to wipe them off. I untied her and let her catch her breath. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes."

"Good! Now, turn around and sit on the center console facing me." I turned and sat in the seat where she was, facing the front of the truck. Once she was in place, I slid my shorts off and got comfortable.

"Play with your tits. Play with them and make yourself cum, or you will not get to touch my dick. You should be able to get me hard by being a nasty slut in while I watch."

She suddenly had a determined look on her face. She got seductive and started licking her lips and rubbing her tits. Her fingers rolled her nipples around and got them hard. She pulled and lifted each of them and grabbed and mauled them abusively. She pushed each of them up and licked the nipples. It was fun watching her try and get them to her teeth. Once she finally did, her eyes were turned to watch mine, and she held her nipple with her teeth, having to bite harder and harder to hold on. She watched my dick slowly growing larger and I could see tears forming before she finally let her nipple go. It was red and I could see teeth marks all around it.




What She Wanted



She scootched her butt forward, spread her legs, and placed her arms up on the back of the seats. This made her chest and tits extend out, hanging there.

"Slap them! Please slap them until I cum!"

This I was not ready for, but easily complied with her request. I leaned forward and she watched intently. SLAP. It was a loud sound inside the truck. SLAP, SLAP, I swung my arm hitting each side. I held onto a nipple and pulled each tit out and slapped the underside. They were starting to get red and she was starting to become very aroused. I took my whole hand and placed it over each of her boobs and grabbed and squeezed and pulled them like they were a ball of dough. I was leaving fingernail marks and small finger bruises. I could see she was about to cum, so I started saying rude and crude things and making her feel like a depraved, humiliated whore. When I called her a whore, she moaned that deep moan I heard before and that made me double my efforts with her tits. I started flicking my fingers and thumping her nipples. This had to hurt like hell, but she liked it. I took each one and rolled them between my fingers as hard as I could at the same time saying over and over, "cum for me slut, cum for me."

She shuddered and slapped her legs closed. Her hands were white from gripping the headrests but she never let go. Finally, after about 2 minutes of orgasm, she pulled away, unable to take more. Breathing very hard, she said "Thank you."

I said, "Don't thank me, you still have one more orgasm. But, until then." and I grabbed her forcefully by the hair and yanked her down to my crotch. "Start sucking!" I said.

She turned into a kid at the carnival, licking and sucking like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. She gently licked my balls and pulled each one into her mouth. It was pure heaven. Her mouth was hot and very wet and she could take all of me completely down her throat. Each time she did, she would lightly scratch my balls and it was very hard not to cum.

This went on for a while, and I noticed the lunch hour was coming to and end. I pulled her up by the hair and she jumped right up. Hitting her head on the roof, she waited for what was next. While I was sitting on the seat, I had her squat over me, facing me, holding on to the handles on each side of the inside of the truck doors. Her pussy was inches above my cock, and she was eager to put it inside of her. "Your pussy, or your ass?"

Quietly she said, "Ass ass, my ass. Fuck my ass."

I wet my hand by pushing it into her pussy, and rubbed her juice on my dick. She moved up and lowered herself as I held my cock straight up. The tip of my dick was barely touching her asshole and I said, "It is up to you now!"

She just plopped down, and my dick rammed right up into her ass. She ground her hips to get her asshole stretched out, and then started using the spring in the seat to bounce up and down on my dick. Sorry, but it seemed that I lasted about 2 seconds. She started to cum immediately and the tightness of her ass, with her pussy leaking all over my stomach, did me in. I must have cum buckets. I finally had to pull her off because it was too sensitive. Women can handle that much better than men.

I held her head down and made her clean me up. "Clean my cock. Use your mouth and lick and suck me clean." She proceeded to do just that and she was very thorough. I had her put her sweats and shirt back on and get into the driver's seat.

"Lunch is over. Go back to work. You can use the restroom, but do not clean yourself up. You are to smell and feel just like this for the rest of the day. When you get home after work tonight, remove your clothes and sit on the couch. Put the crotch of your sweats against your nose and smell my cum that has been there all afternoon. Reach down and finger yourself while you smell our sex. Cum one time and then take a long hot bath.

UNDERSTOOD!"

"Yes Sir."

I give her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"And remember, I can always check up on you!" I said as I shut the door.

CHAPTER - 4

I planned things for the next Wednesday night. I had the hotel room all set up, the additional players (2 of my buddies), and enough kinky idea's to keep everyone busy. I took the day off and drove back to her town. I went by where she worked and checked out her truck. Sure enough, small town mentality, the windows were open. I walked up and placed her outfit and instructions on the front seat and drove off to find a payphone.

She had not heard from me for more than 5 days, and her voice was trembling when she lowered her tone and answered, "Yes Master". I could tell she was nervous; she was looking around the office, wondering if anyone knew I was on the phone.

"Is your pussy wet?"

"Yes, it is now. I love to hear your voice. I miss hearing and seeing you. I want to be..."

"Shut-up!" I said. "I want you to stop talking and just listen."

"Take the afternoon off, act sick. Get into your truck and you will know what to do."

Silence.

"Understood?"

"Yes. Yes Master. Will this be like last time in the truck?"

I did not answer her.

"Are you wearing panties?"

"No, you specifically said I could not."

"Good, good. And you are wearing a skirt?"

"Yes, only skirts from now on. Everyone at work seems to like me better now."

"Good. You will be rewarded for following your orders."

"Master, will this be like the last time in the truck?"

"Have you fucked you boyfriend?"

She paused... "Yes, once. He was... you did not say I couldn't."

"Leave work, now, and go to your truck." Click.

By hanging up on her, I hope to have her feel unsure if she is in trouble or not for fucking her boyfriend. I could care less, I am just happy to have a sex toy. Someone willing to do whatever I make her do. Someone that just can't get enough sex. It was a miracle that I fell into this situation, and I was going to milk it for all I could.

It was not more than 5 minutes later and she walked quickly to her truck. I watched her get inside and then look frantically around for someone when she found the package on her seat. Inside the truck I could see her holding up the items I left. There was a red push- up bra, a pair of thigh-high black stockings, and a blindfold. She then opened the sealed envelope which had a hotel key with the room number written on it and a note saying, "15 minutes: be standing between the beds, prepared. Say nothing unless spoken to."

She started the truck and drove off. I went the other way back to the freeway and to the hotel in town. I gave her about ten minutes and then walked in the room. Sure enough, she was standing between the twin beds, long black stockings and the red bra pushing her tits up and out.

Her nipples were hard because I had left the air-conditioning on to make it cold. She had the blindfold over her eyes and was fidgeting around in obvious anticipation. I walked to her and near her, but never touched her. I made a few noises and ran the water, and left her wondering for about ten more minutes.

I turned on the television and sat back to wait and watch. She lasted about 2 minutes when she opened her mouth and started to speak. Right when she did this, I slapped the hell out of her ass cheek. I left a nice red handprint. Needless to mention, she said nothing.

After another ten minutes or so, I got up and placed a clothespin on each of her nipples. She moaned and bent at the knees, but she took the pain. I leaned back and watched some more television, waiting on my buddies to get there.

It was fun watching her trying to stand still. She tried and tried to keep her arms still, but kept wringing her hands, not knowing what to do, or what to expect. When they knocked on the door, I opened it and let Paul and Ray inside. I was shocked to see that Paul had brought his wife.

These were guys that I had met at a trade show I attended and had gotten to know pretty well. They were in town to sell products so I set this meeting up. Paul said he and his wife have an open relationship and when he told her, she wanted to come watch. Cool, can't beat that!

"Ginger! Get down on your knees."

She dropped to her knees and blushed as Ray said, "Wow, she really will do anything you say!"

"Ginger, take the clothespins off your nipples and rub each one."

She reached up and un-squeezed each one and with a deep breath, rubbed them. "Pull on them, twist them and make them red." She pulled them out and the pain was obvious. She kept twisting the tips and moaning until Paul's wife Cindy walked over to her.

She sat on the bed next to my kneeling slave and whispered something in her ear. Ginger's hands stopped rubbing her tits, but she did not let go. "Yes!" she said. When she spoke, the guys stopped and just listened. "Yes, I am hot and wet." "Because he told me to." "Yes, anything he says." "Because I am a slut. I want someone else to be in control."

This was so hot. We could not hear what questions she was asking, just the response. Up to this point no one had touched Ginger, she had just been standing there. "He fucked me, and whipped me, and he teases me. He makes me feel trashy." "No." "No, I don't know why, it just makes me more horny." "No, please don't. I don't know you. How many people are here?"

"What Ginger?" I said, "What did you say?"

"Umm, Master, she wants me to spread my legs and prove my pussy is wet."

I reached over and slapped her hand away and grabbed her whole tit. Roughly twisting and holding it tight, I said, "You will do anything that anyone in this room orders. Understood!"

"Ye..Ouch.. Yes, yes, yes."

I grabbed her by the back of the hair and lifted her to her feet. I pulled her head down and bent her over with her ass facing Cindy.

"See Cindy, see this big fat pussy."

I slid my hand right between her thighs and it went right up to her pussy. She was wet down to her knees.

"Here Cindy, you touch. Only a true slut gets so wet that pussy juice runs down her legs."

I let her hair go and reached around and spread her pussy lips wide so everyone could clearly see her hole. Cindy pointed her finger and reached out and pushed it into her cunt. Ginger tried to be quiet, but she was oohing and aahing and biting her lip.

I told Paul and Ray to be constantly talking, saying things to her. I asked them to try and make her feel like a dirty whore.

"Man, look at that big cunt she has. She just bends over and lets anyone have it."

"I bet she likes to suck dick? Any whore likes that."

"Ginger, goto Ray and ask to and suck him off."

She stood and he unzipped his pants and sat in front of her.

"Please let me suck your thing."

"My what?"

"Your dick let me suck your dick, please."

Ray grabbed her head and forced his already hard dick down her throat. He was not to gentle about it. She bobbed her head up and down and deep-throated his member. While this was going on, I fixed some drinks for everyone and watched the three of them touch and grope Ginger.

I motioned for Cindy to sit back and then yanked Gingers head off Ray's dick. I used her hair to wipe her face and while still on her knees, turned her around to face Cindy.

"Ginger, beg Cindy to suck her tits. Maybe she will let you"

"I never did that before, she said, I am not sure I like women."

I led her on her knees over to the chair and pulled her across my knee. I spanked her ass ten times and covered it in red marks. Paul and Ray reached in and swatted her a few times also. She was starting to flinch, so I stopped and again said, "Ginger, beg Cindy to suck her tits."

She turned around to her and said, sniffling, "Please let me suck your tits."

Cindy said, "Why, what is in it for me?"

"Umm... please, I will make your nipples hard... and... please don't make me beg."

Cindy reached down between Gingers legs and rubbed her clit area with two fingers. "Make you beg to what?"

"Please, ohhhh God, let me suck your tits. I really want to."

"But you do not like girls, why should I?"

"I was told to, I will do anything you want, just let me taste them."

"Taste them, Cindy said, now you want a taste? Are you begging to taste another girls body?"

"Yes, please, let me suck you."

"Unbutton my pants", Cindy ordered.

Ginger fumbled around and got her slacks opened. Cindy then, grinning, stood, which put her crotch right in Gingers face. She lowered her pants and let them fall to her ankles. Ginger looked very delicious sniffing the air, never being this close to another pussy before.

Cindy sat and pulled her legs up, spreading her crotch wide open. Paul just sat with his mouth open. I guess he never imagined this about his wife. Cindy was small framed, with covered, but hopefully nice looking tits. Her pussy was very hairy, just trimmed enough for her bikini.

She took Ginger by the ear and pulled her closer. "Eat me, and if I don't cum, we all leave and you get nothing!"

WOW, this was not part of the plan I had. It seemed that Cindy had a dominant side and was expressing it. She pulled Gingers head into her crotch and rubbed it from side to side. Ginger pulled away for a breath and her face was covered in liquid.

Ginger did not know what to do, but it seemed that Cindy was enjoying what she did. She had laid her body back on the bed and Paul was kissing her on the mouth while her pussy was being sucked on. Ginger must have found her clit because Cindy moaned and Paul started to rub her tits through her shirt.

Ray and myself just sat back and took it all in. His dick was still out of his pants and he was rubbing it, mesmerized. Cindy moaned louder and grabbed Gingers head and had quite a big orgasm. She shook and jerked and jumped each time her clit was touched. She finally pushed her head away and flopped back onto the bed. "I guess we will stay for a while," she said laughing.

Ginger started to wipe her face off, but I said, "No, leave it. It makes you look more like a true slut. Get on the bed, here, and lie on your back." I adjusted the blindfold so she could not see.

"Now, spread your legs and play with your pussy. Do not make yourself cum, but shove your fingers in and out so we can watch"

Slowly, she opened her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She pulled her legs all the way up and was jamming 3 fingers into her wet hole. Cindy had gone into the bathroom to refresh herself and surprisingly left her pants off. We were all watching Ginger finger fuck herself when she started to cum. She screamed out and her hips started to buck up and down.

I immediately grabbed her hands and yelled to stop. "Damn it" I said. I grabbed her side and rolled her onto her stomach. Grabbing her feet I pull her down the bed and then grabbed her hips and yanked her ass into the air. I took my belt off and smacked her ass. SMACK. SMACK.

"I told you not to cum. Why did you?"

"Oh, I could not hold on, it was like a dam busting."

"Then you have no self control and you will be punished until you do."

I gave the belt to Ray and told him to whip her until he gets tired. I took a small whip I had brought and started to hit her back and thighs. Ray was leaving little whelps from the belt and she was grabbing the bedspread with both hands.

Ray and I both stopped and Cindy raked her fingernails down her ass and legs. When she did this Ginger started to cum. She was pushing her ass backwards and moaning into the bed.

"Are you cumming again? I just whipped you for doing it in the first place. Obviously you need more punishment until you stop having uncontrolled orgasms."

"Stand up, UP, NOW!"

Ginger rolled over and stood up. She reached out and steadied herself and stood up. "Ray, tie her hands behind her back."

Once this was done I walked over to her and said "Don't move, or things will get worse for you!" Cindy was sitting in the chair, rubbing her pussy, and watching with delight.

I adjusted her bra and pulled her boobs up so they were pushed out and sitting on top. I then proceeded to whip them, over and over. Twirling the whip sideways and landing blows on her nipples. She started to get upset and when I hit her hard, she turned away.

"Damn it again! You have now embarrassed me in front of my friends. Paul, Ray, hold her."

They each held an arm as I ripped her bra from her body. She started to get scared, and struggled some. They held her firm and I started slapping her tits. I used my open hand and slapped them up and down, side to side. I lifted them up by the nipples and slapped the bottom. She was now crying and I gave her 5 more hard slaps.

I glanced at Cindy and gave her the go ahead. She stepped over and squeezed a nipple. "You won't come without permission again, will you?"

"NOOooaauuuu, NO, nono, please stop."

Cindy stopped and said, "Let her go. Now, don't move slut."

Cindy raked her fingernails down each of her tits. They were bright red and the nipples were very puffy. She moaned and started to move. "DON'T move, stay still." She made sure there were long red fingernail scratches covering each of her boobs.

When she got to the ends, she leaned over and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Ginger lost it again. She started cumming and fell over on the bed. We all laughed at her and taunted her some more. "What a sex slut. She cannot take anything and has no control."

Cindy said, "Maybe she will like this," and proceeded to take Paul's pants off. Get up here Paul, up on the bed on your knees. Of course, Paul did whatever he was told to do at this point. He was a larger guy, and had a big hairy ass. That was probably why Cindy had a hairy bush also.

Cindy positioned Ginger behind Paul, and then took her blindfold off. Ginger was staring at Paul's sweaty, hairy ass. "Lick his ass nice and clean."

Ginger paused, but leaned forward with her tongue stuck out and took a lick. She did not like the taste, but did not turn to look at any of us either. I untied her hands and told her to hold his ass open to get a better taste.

I then gave Ray a silver butt plug to insert into her ass. Not having any experience, he just tried to push it right in. Ginger yelled loud, but did not stop licking. "No, no, no," Cindy said, this is how you do it. You must prepare her first."

She spit on her ass and took a finger and pushed it right in. She twisted it and stretched and then slid in two fingers. "Insert, turn, turn, and stretch. Then you use two fingers and repeat until you get it loose. Now, you try."

Ray wet his fingers and pushed them into her ass. Ginger must have been enjoying this because she was pushing back to help him. After he had three fingers in her ass and it would not quite close all the way when he took them out, he pushed the butt plug in and wiggled it around to get a good fit.

Cindy had been jacking Paul's cock while Ginger licked his asshole and soon he came like a horse. Cindy caught most of it with her hands and rubbed it on Gingers face. Ginger was licking her lips and mouth with her tongue trying to get the cum smeared on her face.

"Since you like that Ginger, have some more."

I had her lie down and told Ray to fuck her tits. He climbed onto her chest and slid his dick between her tits. We all watched as he held onto them and squeezed them together as he thrust his cock in and out. Cindy reached over and rubbed my dick thru my pants as she watched.

Soon Ray came all over Gingers face and fell over exhausted. Cindy said to me, "Your turn? What do you want?"

I reached down and touched her pussy and said, "Maybe some of this?"

"No, no, I have to pee first."

"So do I", said Paul and Ray.

We all laughed at this and turned to the bathroom at the same time, laughing again. Glancing at Ginger, she was wiping her face off, so I told her to stop. "Come here, now!"

She got up and I led her into the bathroom. "Get in the tub and lie down." She did it without hesitating; probably thinking she would get clean this way. I pulled my dick out and started to piss right on her. She started to sit up and Cindy pushed her pack down with her foot.




What She Wanted



I’d spent a long day at work. I’d left early, but the previous night she’d picked out a smart shirt and tie (a brushed cornflower blue cotton shirt which picked out the blueness in my eyes she said, and a silk tie) which she said made me look good, and, along with wearing my glasses, she thought I looked horny. When I left for work, she lay there in bed all warm and soft, her face still dewy and sleep-ridden as she’d just woken. I kissed her cheek the softness of her skin and the sweet delicious smell of her filled my senses, but as she woke she turned opened her mouth to me and kissed me with a long passionate kiss. I knew she was half-asleep but her lips yielded to mine and my tongue gently searched for hers and as they met they entwined. Reluctantly, I whispered my good-byes and slipped out the door.

Throughout the day she must have felt hungry for me. Her texts at first were teasing, flirty and temptuous. But the intensity and directness changed as she began to ache and desire me more. She resisted for as long as she could the pull, like the moon to the tides, of her hand to her honey-pot, but later that day as showered and smoothed herself with a body polish her fingers were naturally attracted to her now wet lips and she gently stroked herself and toyed with her clit. She took her shampoo bottle and with its hard silvered top stroked it along her lips, the juices flowing from her eased the motion and her lips parted as she slid it in just a few inches and thought of my hard cock opening her and sliding in. Her other hand teased and stroked her now hard nipples, one then the other as pleasure rippled through her body. However, much as she was aroused and her body demanded satisfaction, she took it to the point of climax – but stopped. She sucked her breath and held it, and then as she slowly breathed out her body relaxed; her whole body was alive and tingling. She would save it for later when she could share it with me.

She dressed and as she did so, noticed the smoothness of her skin as she creamed her body. Naked in front of the mirror, her self-consciousness melted away and she glimpsed the curves that I adored, of her breasts and hips. Her now smooth pussy was gently cradled between her legs and she knew how much I desired her. She dressed in her favourite sexy clothes ready for me – stockings and lacy Basque under her black dress and finished her make-up. Dinner would be ready for us as soon as I returned and she made the room ready with some candles and easy-mood music.

As I stepped in the house she met me with a powerful embrace her hands over my neck and through my hair. Her kisses rained on me over my face and neck until our lips met and they melted and mashed together. Her soft lipsticked lips were like velvet and her taste filled my mouth our tongues gently lapped at each other. It was clear that dinner for the two of us was ready and the table lay with champagne and lit candles beckoned us. But the passion she generated in me lit me up and I felt the reaction as my cock was already hard. I followed her, the gently swing of her hips and the promise of her love filling me and making me exited.

We got to the table and as she turned my hands slipped easily round her waist and I felt beneath the soft smooth as silk finish of her dress, the lacy out-line of her favourite underwear. Again we embraced and this time she pushed her hips to me and she felt the full hardness of my cock, now hard and throbbing, thought her clothes. My hands started to caress her - first her wrists, with my kisses and warm soft tongue circling on her skin. Along her arm to the crook of her elbow, she gasped as my lightest touch heightened her senses and set her nerves alive. I moved to her upper arms, along her shoulder and under her neck, where I lingered long to fully appreciate her gorgeous body that my hands were caressing. My head was close to her breasts and her breathing was now quick and getting fierce as my hands slipped into her dress and cupped her breasts, a delicious handful with nipples hardening and stiffening with anticipation. 

I teased her nipples gently and pulled her dress aside as I sucked on them pushing them together enough to at first kiss between them, wallowing in their softness while her hard nipples pressed into my face. I sucked longingly at her boobs and her moans told me she too enjoyed me there. My hands now were stroking along her stockinged legs, slowly circling where I knew she was sensative – her ankles, claves and upwards to behind her knees. I felt her thighs and knew soon that soft stocking would give way to smooth flesh, cool and so close to the haven of love that my tongue, fingers and cock craved.  She arched her back and pushed at me encouraging me without speaking to lift my hand and feel where her warm, sweet pussy lay waiting. My fingers stroked along her lips and her moans where music to my ears. I knelt there my left hand sliding to her sweet naked cheeks while my right teased along her lips to her clit. It was lying-in-wait for me as I circled it gently and teased it but she wanted more so she reached behind and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor I gazed upon her body, an alter that I happily prayed to, as I knelt there, her sweet musky pussy calling me to eat her. 

My mouth opened instinctively and my tongue slipped out as I edged toward her and as her gorgeous smell filled me I lapped at her juices. My tongue etched along her groove, parting her lips and feeling her hands on my head as she held me there. The tip of my tongue circled her clit and I flattened it to give her maximum pleasure rocking my head back and forth, my left hand stroking between her cheeks where her wetness now pervaded. My mouth was in wonderland sucking her clit in my lips she moaned and started to tell me she wanted me to fuck her. I knew she felt close to climax with her shallow breaths and fast moving hips. However, I wanted more and slowed done my eating and eased away.

I told her to lie there on the table - she was delirious now with pleasure and lay there compliantly with her legs open. My eyes feasted on her tender pussy and soft curves. She slid her hand between her legs knowing I enjoyed the sight of her playing with herself. I slipped down my trousers and my untouched cock twitched with anticipation, almost ready to burst simply at her lying there I knew that if she touched me now I’d explode and shoot my come. I surveyed heaven on earth, her smooth wet cunny there for the taking, her gentle hips leading to those beasts calling to my mouth. I slid my index finger into her pussy and as I did I told her what I was going to do. She loved me talking to her, and I gave her every detail as I then slid in second finger into her love tunnel. Her velvet pussy took my fingers and I added a third and stroked her inside, and she lay there her legs wide open for me. I was giving her all the words I could to describe what I was going to do next as my whole hand slowly but deliberately opened her and was inside. I lend forward and sucked greedily at her clit while inside her. Her moans where now wild and uncontrolled, like sobs of passion. 

I wanted her now like nothing else. My cock was impossibly hard and throbbing. As I stood over her she gazed on it and her hand slid along the shaft – she then reached over the to the ice bucket and took a handful of ice and started to rub it on my cock. It was pumped full of blood in readiness for  her and the ice didn’t cool my hunger for her – but I held her legs open and she guided my now chilled cock into her hot wet cunt. I put my weight on her as I slid in – slowly my hard cock parted her lips and entered and it felt to her that my cock would go on forever. I began to thrust and as I did kissed and sucked her nipples now ripe and hard, and held her hands in mine. She lay there letting gasps go with each increasing hard thrust of my cool hard cock. I wanted her and as I fucked her every stroke told me I wanted her more, I was just the right side of being in control but my passions were reaching a point of no return. My animal instincts were allied to my passion and I just wanted to have her.

I knew she was close to coming as her hand demanded to be released and she scrabbled at her clit while I fucked away. I was still telling her everything I wanted – desire and dreams plus my fantasies; perhaps never to be fulfilled, but a light that tempts us as every lighthouse does to ships in the night. My cock was filling her cunt but I wanted to finish elsewhere. I slid out and she instinctively tried to keep me in - but I turned her over. She was bent over the table her rounded cheeks exposed and I could see the outline of her wet and hot lips, and I parted her cheeks. She knew what was coming and her hand continued to play a tune on her clit, as I nudged my cock on her and she pushed back me as I felt the softness of her cheeks give way to the tightness of her secret and forbidden place of pleasure. I was inside her gorgeous arse and she moved on me my hard cock, a lever for her to slide and push on I knew that I was ready to come but her cries and screams and she climaxed in wave after wave of orgasm that rippled through her body. That was it for me - my come filled her cheeks and the hot sweet juices trickled down her legs such was the ferocity of our joint climaxes.

We lay there for a while, my arms round her while we slowly returned to earth from orbit, both our heads spinning and heady with the moment we’d shared. I helped her dress and her smile filled not just her mouth but her eyes were alive and full of life. We ate and later slept fully satisfied as we fell asleep, drifting away together.



What She Wanted



'Fuck, it's weird being back here.' 

The man turned and looked at his wife, eyes searching for signs of comprehension in her face. She furrowed her brow and scrunched up her face before her brain solved the conundrum. 

'Oh,' she said. Then grinned and playfully slapped him. Right there in middle of the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket. 

No secrets they had agreed when they got married. So Jack had told her; he'd told her about his immediate previous girlfriend. Or rather, he had confirmed to her what they'd got up to; what he and his last girlfriend had done - and where they had done it. He didn't need to tell her about her, per se, because Jack's previous girlfriend, the one before he'd got married, was his wife's close friend. Jack met Sarah, his wife, through Rachael, his previous girlfriend. Apparently, according to Sarah that is, Rachael and Sarah shared a lot of secrets. A lot. 

As they walked through the fruits, Jack thought back to Rachael. Beautiful, quirky, individual Rachael. He'd liked her, she was truly beautiful, she was truly crazy and she was truly intelligent. Oh, and she was absolutely sex mad. A man could not really want more. 

Jack did want more though, or at least he wanted different. He wanted her best friend. He wanted Sarah. Sarah: beautiful Rachael's best friend; not beautiful like Rachael, but certainly attractive and most definitely very funny, with a smile that lit up her face like a firework lights the new year sky. 

He met Rachael one Friday in a pub after work. Normally on a Friday afternoon he'd be off to climb artificial rock faces in a disused church. This week though, the church was closed, a new rock face being put in, so he went with work to the pub just outside the office. He was waiting at the bar to get a round in: it was his round his colleagues had argued, because he never bought a round. The fact that he was never there, made no difference to the situation his workmates had laughed. Go get the round in.

So there he was in the pub leaning against the bar, enjoying the coolness of the place, eyeing up the row of pumps on the heavily scarred old counter and deciding which beer to go for when she appeared beside him like a desert mirage. 

'Hello,' he smiled at her without thinking. 

'Hello,' she'd smiled back. 

Silence. He looked away, felt uncomfortable about holding this beautiful stranger's gaze. Didn't want to seem like he was staring. Which he was. 

He stole another glance. Man, she was beautiful. Long golden hair trailed over her thin, cotton summer dress, that hugged small pert breasts which needed no artificial support; nipples that strained against the slight material in the cool pub air, eyes that looked azzurri blue and tanned skin borne of plenty of hours under ultraviolet light – whether natural or artificial. 

'Ah fuck it,' he actually said out loud, 'don't suppose I can get you a drink?' 

She laughed: 'Oh fuck it?', she repeated a glint in her eye. 

'Yeah, fuck it. You're bound to say no, but if I don't ask I might always regret it.'

'I'm bound to say no am I? Hmmm.' She rested her elbow on the bar and her chin in her hands. 'If I'm bound to say no, knowing how contrary I am, I might just have to say yes.' 

She thought a while with a faux puzzlement on her face then grinned. 'You know, I think you can get me a drink,' she finally said. She liked his kindly face, his lovely rich voice and cultured accent. He didn't have a bad body too she decided, as she quite openly looked him up and down. Jack wasn't sure whether to be shocked, pleased or both at being checked out by such a woman. Or by any woman for that matter.

'What's your name?' she asked him.

'Jack,' he said. 

'Rachael,' she replied, holding out a hand. She held his hand with a good firm grip. As they shook she said, 'Tell me, Jack, do you like fun?' and he felt a tingle through him as he answered in the affirmative at her devilish smile.

He'd taken the beers to his colleagues who'd been watching him chat to the beautiful woman and who watched with a mixture of open mouthed amazement and, in the case of his male colleagues, bare faced jealousy as he told them something had come up and he might be back later. 

He spent the next three hours talking to Rachael, who drank in every detail he was giving her. At times, she seemed to be interrogating him, wanting to know what he did, where he was from, what he liked, where he was educated, where and how had he grown up. She had patiently watched him, nodded where necessary, clearly hooked on what he was saying. 

At half past eight, she upended the remnants of her wine into her mouth, suddenly stood up and calmly told him she had to go. His stomach flipped that she was suddenly going to disappear from his life, just like that. She touched his arm and leaned closed to him. 'You're lovely, Jack, I'm going to see you again. See you at eight o'clock on Tuesday in the Lion.' He looked relieved and overwhelmed; as she kissed him on the cheek it sent a little shock though his being. She sashayed away, her peach of a backside swayed in the thin cotton dress, tiny panties visible and he grew hard at the thought of her naked. Maybe on Tuesday night he thought. Then: no, get real. She's so out of my league. I'm Kettering Town and she's Brazil – we're not even in the same competition. 

Tuesday crawled around. The weekend, for once, seemed interminable and the first two days of the working week even more so. When Tuesday night finally arrived he was in a state of great nervous tension. The time that had crawled like a terminally injured tortoise now ran faster than an Olympic standard hare, and he was mortified when she stood up again and told him at ten o'clock she had to go. Once more she had leaned across and whispered into his ear while holding his hand, 'I still think you're lovely, Jack'. Come to my house on Friday and I shall cook for you. Come after your climbing. 57, St Thomas Drive.'

'I can miss climbing and get there earlier,' he said, rather desperately. 

'No, Jack, that won't be necessary, I can wait until afterwards. Bring me some nice wine,' she said as she turned back to him and blew him a kiss. 

He wanted to sleep the rest of the week away. He wanted to jump into a TARDIS and materialise right then at her house on Friday. Instead though, he had to endure another three days of torture before he saw her again. 

Climbing finished at last on the Friday, the only time in the week where'd he'd been away from her, that had not inched its way agonisingly forward. He hammered it to her house. He'd already done a dummy run; had stopped at the end of the street. Pulling up outside her house on the dummy run would have crossed the line from desperate to stalker. He only had to find the actual house number.

She answered the door in jeans and a white shirt, braless again, unbuttoned to show tantalising glimpses of her breasts when she leaned over. He was too nervous to eat, too much on tenterhooks to see whether this gorgeous female would reveal her body to him that night. Too preoccupied to take in any of her lovely house, to see the bookshelves, the tasteful décor, the lovely large kitchen/diner or the stairs that lead up to her bedroom.

Dinner as finished as it ever would be, they lay on the floor, looking through her record collection, which was pretty awful. He finally found an album that wasn't too terrible and she giggled as she put it on. 

'Not so keen on my taste, eh?' she teased as she lay back on the floor with him.

'No, no, it's fine,' he lied.

'You can tell me

In a funny way, he hadn't been. He was too desperate just to be with this too-good-to-be-true woman. However, now he was so tantalisingly close to her, laying on the floor, lips close to hers , she had asked a question which suddenly showed she wanted him to be having a great time, that she wanted this evening to be a success as much as he did. So he kissed her. 

He would not have been surprised had she pushed him away and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing. She did not. She kissed back, and hard, sliding her hands down his back, on to his backside and he slid his hands to her breasts, feeling the rock hard nipples beneath her white cotton shirt. 

'My nipples always got very hard when I get aroused,' she breathlessly said, breaking away from their kiss. There was a small pause as he looked into her so-blue eyes then: 'Would you like to come to my bed?'

That was it. It was really that easy. He couldn't believe how simple it was and how excited he'd got. As they stood, she ran her hands down the front of his jeans. 'It would seem that it's not only my nipples that get hard when I get aroused,' she grinned wickedly. 'Come to my bed, Jack.' So he did.

She pushed him to the bed and told him to lie back. He was clay to be moulded and she was the artist. She undid his shoes and socks, then slid off hers, knelt aside his body and inched her way up him until her groin was near to his. She lowered herself so she could rub herself along his erection and kiss him at the same time, her short staccato breaths a symphony in his disbelieving ears . She held his head in her hands and told him to enjoy her body. He needed no further invitation. 

She leaned back as she knelt over him, like a sex-craved princess over her subject; she

She pulled herself up a little, bade him to continue with both hands on her nipples and, in a tangle of arms, started to undo his shirt until she could pull it aside and reciprocate his previous action, her hand along his flat stomach, her tongue training around his nipples. He was painfully hard, as aroused as he could ever remember and he pulled her down again, to push his tongue into her mouth, to drag his teeth along her tongue, entwine his tongue with hers; he found his breathing get heavier in tandem with hers. 

He pushed her off, and she lay back on the bed with a huge lustful smile on her beautiful face. He lifted her bottom after he'd undone her trousers so he could slide them down her slim legs and reveal a pair of pink panties with a small pattern just above where her clitoris would be waiting for his tongue. He kissed her silky smooth legs, moved down to her feet, taking her toes in his mouth which made her groan contentedly and involuntarily lift her backside off the bed again. He slid his hands up Rachael's perfectly tanned legs and started moving his way back up them, so to slide his hands under her panties to feel her arse. Again she lifted herself closer to him, so as he bent down to kiss her through her panties, he could smell her arousal. 

'I think I'm going to find a very damp and aroused woman under these panties,' he said.

'You might,' she replied and playfully wrestled him to the bed. 'Though it's my turn to do a little bit of the undressing.' She took her turn at undoing his trousers; he in turn lifted his backside off the bed so she could slide his jeans away from him. 

'Mmm, nice athletic legs,' she admiringly said, then looked up and sighed. 'Oh my goodness, Jack, look at this. He penis protruded from the top of his briefs; she ran her hand up the length of it and gently leant down so she could kiss the tip of his erection. 'This looks like it's going to provide me with some fun,' she predicted, and lay down on him so she could kiss his mouth and rub herself against the erection again, this time through thin panties. 

Jack really could not believe this was happening. Thank fuck climbing was cancelled last week he thought. Just one week, is that how long he'd known her? Unbelievable. 

He was jerked back to this unreal reality when she slid off him, to remove his briefs. 'I need to see this in all its glory,' she grinned as she peeled back his last item of clothing. This time he made no effort to lift himself, just enjoying the feeling of having this goddess strip him of his last vestiges of privacy, of having his sexual arousal worshipped at the tongue of a deity. 

And truly, she pleasured him greatly, the deity turning worshipper, taking him to the brink and pulling him back until she finally pulled her mouth from his penis.

She flopped beside him. 'You have a lovely penis,' she said, turning to him and looking him in the eye, 'I hope to have it in my mouth again soon.' Then she lifted her hips, in an unsubtle hint that she wanted to be as naked as him. 

'You can take them off,' she instructed.

He never forgot that moment. It's not a moment you forget as you undress your new lover for the first time. He slowly pulled down her panties, wanting to elongate the moment, the feeling of easing the knickers over her hips; the elastic collapsing inwards until the unstretched underwear no longer had any purchase on her body. 

With her bottom still raised into the air, he supported her by cupping it in his hands, and eagerly, but tenderly kissed and caressed her most intimate parts with his tongue and fingers. She smelled and tasted as divine as a divinity should; her arousal left her warm and very wet. His tongue expertly weaved its magic on her; within a few minutes her breathing had grown very laboured and the contented moans emanating from her mouth had changed to language more becoming a street whore than a holy being. Her climax was a long, shuddering affair that hardly abated her desire.

'Inside me! Now! I want to feel the full length of that beautiful looking cock of yours as deep as it will go,' she hissed.

He paused, hardly wanting to spoil the moment, but always the practical he asked, 'You got any condoms?'

'Oh. Yeah, of course,' she hesitatingly replied and pulled open the bedside draw to reveal a saucer with a large collection of different prophylactics. He thought it was odd: both that she should seem so distant about the need to be careful and that then she should have such a variety of contraceptives. He wondered whether she was on the pill, but thought he'd ask later, not to spoil the moment. 

'Put it on for me?' he asked. 'I love it when a woman slides the condom on for me.'

She ripped into the package with her teeth, the desire for him deep within her.

'I'll go on the pill,' she told him breathlessly, 'then we can dispose of this passion killing ritual.'

He nodded a silent agreement as she slid on the condom and then slid herself on his penis to feel the pleasure inside her, impaled on his 'magnificent penis' as she liked to call it. She began to rock on him, then up and down on him, leaned forwards in an attempt to get his penis applying pressure to her clitoris. He pushed back and they began a rhythm that would lead to her second orgasm of the evening, but by no means her last.

With her second orgasm done, she instructed him that he had to do some of the more strenuous exercise now and she laid face down on the bed, head buried in sheet, arse invitingly up in the air so – in her words – 'she could be fucked good, hard and deep and have my clitoris rubbed by your fingers.'

Her wonderfully tight pussy engulfed his penis as he reached his own orgasm, and pumped into her from behind, his fingers rigorously working her clitoris to induce her third orgasm. They collapsed together on the bed, panting, but happy. 

'Next time we do that, we do it bareback, I want to feel you explode inside me,' she said. 'Monday I'm on the pill.'

As they drifted off to sleep she half whispered in the dark. 'I love sex; I like the naughtiness of it. Sometimes I walk around the supermarket picking up the vegetables thinking about sex, thinking about the people around me and the things they get up to when they are locked away in their homes at night. I like thinking of sex in incongruous places like that. Sometimes I like to do it in places like that. I wouldn't say no to fucking amidst the courgettes...' 

When they awoke in the morning, they made love again, this time more leisurely. They'd woken up in spoons; she felt his erection between her legs so she'd grabbed a condom, told him to slide it on and slide between her damp sticky legs. They'd both cum like that, her putting great pressure on his penis as he pushed inside her, and caressing herself as she felt his length deep inside her. 

Afterwards they bathed together and she'd persuaded him to make love one more time. He protested that he was supposed to be in the recording studio with the band he was in. She waved away his protests and he was powerless to resist. 

He had made himself late for his Saturday morning studio appointment and the band gave him serious shit about the smile on his face and his dream like state. He did not care one jot. 

The two of them couldn't meet until next Friday; he was away with work all next week, she was visiting friends the rest of the weekend. When they did meet, she arrived at his house on Friday evening and they made love on and off until two o'clock in the morning, only stopping to eat pizza, delivered by a bemused delivery boy who was treated to her naked form as she wickedly gave him a ten pound note and shooed him away by telling him to keep the two pounds change from the large pizza. This time they did make love with no condom. 'I'm on the pill now,' she excitedly told him.

In the morning, she dashed off. I probably can't see you until Friday again, she told him. He looked like a child who'd been told no more sweets for a week. She told him it would just make him enjoy it more next Friday and that she'd see him here again.

It was a strange pattern that went on for a few weeks, sometimes interspersed with a Wednesday night meeting. Each time he was surprised that he didn't really miss her that much; just the sex. Everything started to change and get rather complicated one Thursday. 

He was playing a gig – at least his band was – at one of the small venues in town. They occasionally played an electric folky, rootsy sort of music, music that wasn't really her thing – she was more into terrible boy bands. She came though, partly because she felt she should, partly because she was a little curious about what he looked like on stage. She didn't come alone. 

They hadn't really shared their friends; in truth it was a relationship based on sex. Very good sex and from his point of view, with a little slice of female perfection - but just sex. He liked her, but he wasn't terribly interested in her as a person; they shared few interests and he got the impression she felt the same. He wasn't going to rock the boat though, not with someone that gorgeous who was essentially a sex partner. This time though, she was sharing her friends. Or at least one.

After the gig, she came to see him, smiled at him and told him 'he was good'. Her friend though positively beamed at him and told her she thought he was 'brilliant'. 

'Do you like Richard Thompson?' the friend asked. 

'I love him,' he replied, an eyebrow raised that she'd know who he was.

'Me too,' she excitedly replied. 'It really comes through in your playing. And that you cover two of his songs of course!'

'Thanks, er.'

'Sarah,' she quickly said. 'And you're Jack.'

'Yes.'

'I've been looking forward to meeting Rachael's latest boyfriend,' she laughed. 

He frowned at the 'latest boyfriend' bit, but before he could ask, Rachael had grabbed her by the hand and with a forced laugh told her to stop bothering him with girly gossip.

'I have to go, honey,' Rachael said to Jack. 'Sorry.' 

'It's fine, I have to pack up all the gear. Glamorous rock and roll lifestyle and all that.'

'Folk-Rock lifestyle,' joked Sarah.

He laughed, 'Yeah, true,' he said self-effacingly, 'like I could ever be cool enough to be rock and roll.'

'Oh I dunno,' started Sarah, then felt Rachael's eyes burning into her. 

'Um, never mind. Best get off,' Sarah said. 'Nice to meet you. Bye.'




What She Wanted



A Friday Evening in Early April

"It's incest!"

"Yes, dear, but it's voluntary incest. On your part and hers."

"But...."

"Look, Frank, our daughter wants you to be her first man. Do you understand what that means?"

"What?"

"Well, two things. The first is that we have reared a daughter in twenty-first century America who hasn't gotten herself fucked by some young shit in the back seat of a car. The second is that your daughter loves you dearly."

"Okay. So why isn't she talking to me? Where is she by the way?"

"Sleepover at Jessica's. She came to me first. She felt like she ought to have an ally in this."

"Are you her ally?"

"Would we be having this conversation if I wasn't?

"Uh, well, no, I guess not."

"Look, dear, Gwen wants to be initiated by a man who won't hurt her. She knows the first time could hurt some and that no one knows how much until the moment arrives. I was lucky. My mother seeped blood for a two days. Gwen doesn't want the cock that goes into her to be attached to a man who won't think about her if she's in pain."

"I have to think about this."

"No, you don't."

"Huh?"

"Do you think I can't tell when you have an erection?"

"No, I guess it's pretty obvious. Does she know what to expect?"

"We've talked. You know, she's seen you often enough."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, downstairs in the den when you're watching porn and stroking yourself."

"I didn't ask her to come into the room."

"You didn't close the door, either. You wanted her to see you."

Frank sighed as his penis pulsed in his trousers. "So.... It's some date in the future. I'm aroused. I just took my daughter's cherry. She hurts and is now off limits, meaning I didn't get a chance to finish. Maybe I'm selfish, but what about me?"

"That's why I'll be there."

"For me?"

"If necessary. If not, I'll just be there for Gwen. She has nice breasts, you know."

"I've seen 'em. Well, I've seen them inside those tees she wears to sleep in."

"Think about seeing them without a tee; they're a lot like mine, you know."

"Yeah," Frank whispered. "They're smaller, of course," he thought out loud.

"Would you like to see them?"

"You said she was at Jessica's."

"Not her 'them,' silly; my 'them.'"

"Sure!"

Marian Browne pulled her top over her head and tossed it to one side. Reaching behind her back, she unfastened her bra and tossed it in the same general direction. She rubbed her chest between her breasts. "The things we women do. We ought to make you guys wear a strap around your chests for a year!"

Frank Browne gazed at his wife's chest for a long minute with a lecherous grin on his face. He got up, walked to her, and supported a breast with each hand.

"No!" said Marian as she stepped back out of reach.

"No?"

"You haven't answered my question, yet."

"Answered...? Oh, yes, I'll initiate our daughter, but I want to talk to her first."

Marian unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her panties. "In that case, good sir, you may proceed."

Frank looked at her slightly curved belly and thought of what lay just to the south. He had not realized until that time that his wife had been barefooted when they began their conversation. "Suppose I'd said 'no?'"

"That wouldn't have mattered. I just needed an answer -- any answer -- before we got on to the subject at hand."

"Great! Let's go upstairs."

"No. Gwen's not home. Fuck me right here."

Laughing, Frank put a thumb on each of his wife's nipples and massaged them in a circular motion.

Marian purred, then lifted her husband's hands away from her breasts. She kissed each hand and fell to her knees, unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers. She pulled both the trousers and his briefs down past his knees so that the garments would fall to the floor. She rocked back on her feet. Grasping Frank's hands, she placed them back on her breasts.

Frank went back to teasing her nipples as he stepped forward out of the pile of clothing surrounding his ankles.

As Marian stepped backwards, Frank slipped his thumbs under the waistband of Marian's panties and pulled them down to her knees. His wife made some suggestive, thrusting movements with her hips as her panties fell to the floor, where she disposed of the last item of her clothing.

Frank and Marian collapsed together onto the rug in front of the fireplace. Frank immediately pressed his face into his wife's crotch and found it wet. "I see our conversation about me fucking Gwen didn't do your crotch any harm!"

"No, honey, it didn't."

Frank slid up between his wife's legs. He ran his cock up and down the exterior reaches of his wife's pussy a couple of time and pushed into her up to the hilt.

"Oh, God! I love that!"

Frank ran his cock in and out of his wife's pussy like a piston until he exploded.

"Eager, weren't you?" Marian gasped, sweat glistening on her forehead.

"It was all your doing," he replied as he rolled off his wife. Frank reached under his wife's shoulders and pulled her toward him. She nestled against his body with her head on his shoulder.

"Don't do that with Gwen. You'll scare her off."

"I'll be much more deliberate in my approach." Frank toyed with Marian's breast and nipple as he considered what he had agreed to do. It was not that he had not noticed his daughter's body as she matured and the body became more desirable. He was amazed that Gwen had raised that subject. As he thought about the opportunity, his cock began to recover.

"This was Gwen's idea, right?"

"She came to me in March and said that she was concerned -- she didn't say afraid -- about it hurting the first time. All I told her was that she had to make sure the first time was with someone she really cared for and who really cared for her. Two days later, she came back to me and said, 'I want Daddy.' I was shocked at first, but she was right. Her decision met the two requirements I laid out."

While Marian was explaining, she had been playing with Frank's newly hardened rod. Both it and the interior of her pussy were still covered with the mixture of their juices. Marion rose, straddled her husband, and sat, enveloping his organ.

He sighed. "I should be doing the work."

"Hush. Enjoy."

He did. When Frank's eyes began to roll back into his head, Marian knew he was close. She also knew that she was closer. Moments later, her body shuddered with an orgasm and he ejaculated for the second time in less than fifteen minutes, flooding his wife's core with a much less potent version of his juice.

Marian lay on Frank for several minutes, then whispered, "Come on. Get up. We can't sleep here. I wouldn't want Gwen to come home earlier then we expect in the morning with a friend and find us here."

Frank grunted and stood up. As they walked up the stairs, he asked, "What do we do about protection for Gwen? A condom?"

"No. She needs to feel cum in her vagina. I'll get her the pill long before her birthday,"

Frank and Marian both slept very well that night.

~~~

The Following Morning

Frank Browne was sitting in his recliner, holding his second cup of coffee with one hand and fondling his cock and balls inside his sleeping pants with the other when his daughter charged into the room.

"Hi, Daddy!"

"Hi, Kiddo. Have a seat," Frank said, slipping his hand out of his pants.

Gwen sat on the couch.

"Your mom and I had a talk last night."

"What about?" Gwen smiled.

"Don't be coy. It's not becoming. You know perfectly well what we talked about."

"Sorry. I was trying to be funny. Uh, what's the answer?"

"First, I want you to tell me what you want."

"I want to sleep with you, Daddy."

"Not good enough."

Gwen took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me; bang me; take my virginity; pop my cherry; make me a wom --"

"That's enough. Yes, answer is 'yes.' How was the sleepover?"

"Fun. Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"When are we going to do it?"

"When you're eighteen and not a minute before. You and Mom need to talk."

"Okay. Show me what you were playing with?"

"No."

"But --"

"When you're eighteen, and it doesn't matter that you've seen it before."

"Okay." Gwen got up and started to leave the room. She tried to give her father an open-mouthed kiss but he kept his lips pressed together. She gave up and kissed his check. "Not even a sexy kiss?"

"Not even a sexy kiss."

"Okay. Dad?"

Gwen's use to 'Dad' instead of 'Daddy' made Frank blink. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

Interregnum

On the following Tuesday, Marian accompanied Gwen to an appointment with Marian's gynecologist. Marian explained that Gwen had been having irregular periods and hoped birth control pills could alleviate the problem. The doctor, a woman who had heard this story so many times she could have recited it ten seconds after Marian started talking, smiled and asked some cursory questions. Gwen, having been coached by her mother, knew all the right answers. The doctor wrote and handed to Gwen a long-term prescription for contraceptive pills. She also wrote and handed to Marian a note that read, "Remind her that contraception and disease prevention are not the same thing!" with a smiley face beneath her signature.

Gwen Browne had been born during the last half of June. In the time between the agreement that Frank would initiate his daughter and her birthday, Gwen almost never spoke with her father; however, she spent a lot of time with her mother discussing her expectations.

Frank went out and bought a new supply of porn; all of it was father-daughter. He jacked off nearly every day while watching the new supply.

Frank and Marian made love only about once a week -- instead of twice -- and Marian found him to be distracted. She knew what was going through his head, of course, and what he was doing while he watched the porn. She did not complain.

Gwen began wearing double tee shirts when she was around her father in the evenings; the outer shirts were real sleeping tees; they came to her knees.

A Saturday Morning in June (Gwen's Birthday) 

Frank and Marian were sharing their first cup of coffee in the kitchen. They were sitting well back from the kitchen table.

A totally nude Gwen bounced into the room. "Morning, Mom! Morning, Dad!" Without an invitation, Gwen sat in her father's lap. Frank felt his cock begin to stir. "It's today, Dad."

"It is, indeed." As much as Frank wanted to caress his daughter's firm breasts, kept his hands by his side.

"Dad, don't you want to touch me?"

"Gwen, you will be eighteen at nine minutes after six this evening."

"But, I thought...."

"Hush. Today, the only thing I want you to think about is whether you still want to do this. If you don't change your mind, we'll have plenty of time this evening."

"Okay, Dad." Gwen returned to her bedroom. She had two conflicting thoughts. The first was that she was grateful that she had a father who was strong; the other was that she was resentful that her dad had not taken the opportunity to caress her. She had desperately wanted him to put his hand between her legs.

That Same Evening

The Browne family went out to dinner to celebrate Gwen's big day. Frank had called for reservations, specifying that the dinner was an eighteenth birthday celebration, but that he did not want a spectacle made. The manager of the restaurant appreciated the Brownes' frequent patronage and set aside a table in the corner of the dining area. After the meal, the manager pretended that it was Frank's and Marian's anniversary and quietly brought a small cake usually reserved for couples.

The family had dressed for the dinner. Frank and Marian wore good clothing from their closet. Gwen wore a black sheath dress with a scoop neckline that stopped just above the swell of the maturing breasts and came to just above the knee, along with a pair of low-heeled black slip-on shoes.

When the Brownes returned home shortly after eight that evening, Gwen stood in front of her father and asked, "Dad? I'm eighteen years and two hours old. Now?"

Marian, who was standing several feet behind her daughter, smiled and slipped out of the living room.

Frank looked at the young woman standing before him who used to be his little girl. He smiled wistfully and, placing his open hand on the back of her head, leaned in to kiss her delicately on the lips. He opened his mouth, feeling hers open in response and gently traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. "You're beautiful."

Gwen shivered. Her dates had often called her pretty or hot or sexy, but none had ever said, "Beautiful." She felt her groin tremble.

Frank reached behind Gwen and grasped the pull at the back of her neck of the long zipper of her dress. He pulled his daughter to him and opened the zipper as far as it would go. Pushing back to give himself some working room, he moved the shoulders of Gwen's dress up, forward and down. Gwen shrugged her shoulders to help him along. The action exposed Gwen's braless chest. As Gwen's arms came clear of her garment, Frank dropped it so that it pooled around her feet. He was surprised to see that she wore no panties.

"Gwen?"

"Yes, Dad?"

Frank grasped his daughter's chin with one hand and gently popped her cheek with the fingertips of the other.

"You have a lovely body. Your breasts are perfect and you don't need a bra, but never, ever leave the house again without wearing panties. Okay?"

"Okay, Dad. I did it for you."

"I appreciate that, but --"

"-- never, ever do it again. Right?"

"Right."

Frank reached down between Gwen's legs and ran the tip of his middle finger up the outside of her labia. When he reached the top of the slit, he pressed until he felt Gwen's clitoris; he moved the tip of his finger in a slow circle. As she felt the beginning of lubrication, she shivered and pressed her legs together.

She smiled, "Can I touch you?"

"Yes."

Frank watched as his daughter opened his zipper, reached through the fly of his trousers and felt the outline of his penis through the fabric of his underwear. She grinned and said, "I want."

"You'll get, but go talk to your mother first. She's in your room."

"Show me?"

"Your room?" Frank smiled.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "No, Dad, your cock."

Frank opened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He pulled down the front of his briefs.

Gwen stared at the rigid penis pointing at her. She bent down and kissed the tip, then ran out of the room before her father could say anything.

Frank shook his head and wandered back to the master suite. En route, he passed his daughter's closed bedroom door. He heard murmured conversation, but did not try to listen.

A Short Time Later

About fifteen minutes after Frank had passed Gwen's bedroom, Marian entered the master suite and found him stretched out on their bed, which she had turned down while he was undressing their daughter. He had taken advantage of the time to completely strip himself of his clothes and use a little mouthwash. He had also tidied up his shave, knowing that even a little stubble can be agonizing on the tender flesh of a woman's groin. He had also turned off all the lights except for the night light in the master bath; that light cast a soft glow into the master bedroom.

Marian left the door of the master suite open so Gwen would have no trouble understanding that she was welcome.

Marian stepped into their walk-in closet. Frank liked to watch her undress, so she left the closet door open while she disrobed. Locking eyes with her husband, she moistened a middle finger and ran it up and down her labia a couple of times.

Frank watched as his wife crawled up onto the bed next to him. She lay on her side between her husband and the bedroom door. Marian placed her index finger between her husband's nipples and drew it straight down to the root of his cock.

"Mmm. Uh, is tonight a one-time event?"

"Well, it's certainly an 'at least one-time,' but if Gwen enjoys herself, you enjoy yourself, and I enjoy myself...."

"There's a future here?"

"If we all want to play, we can." Marian squeezed her husband's engorged cock hard enough for him to get the meaning of pain. "What you never do is fuck your daughter if I'm not around." She released his cock.

"In the same room?"

"With the option of being in the same room."

"Okay."

The eighteen year-old Gwen Browne toyed with her own labia for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and left her bedroom. She walked the short distance to her parents' room and paused at the door. In the near dark, she could see that her mother was lying with her back toward Gwen. She gazed at her mother's narrow waist and well-sculpted buttocks. She could not see her father, except for his feet and lower legs. She could, though, tell from the motion of her mother's arm that her mom was fondling her dad's penis.

Gwen was a little annoyed. She thought her father was hers tonight. Then she heard Frank say, "Take it easy, Lover; my meat belongs to someone else tonight. That someone is standing behind you."

"How'd you know, Dad?"

"Reflection in the mirror, Sweetheart. Are you going to join us or not?"

"Dad, I didn't come here with everything I own hanging out to do nothing."

"Well, I thought maybe you only wanted to watch two pros at work."

"No, Dad, I wanna get fucked."

"Climb on up here, Honey," said Marian, "and join in the fun." Marian shifted her body toward the edge of the bed. "Get in between us."

Gwen crawled into the space her mother had created and lay on her back.

Frank shifted onto his side. He began his seduction of his daughter by gently touching her in non-intimate places: Shoulders, elbows, ears, and the backs of her hands. He moved on to the fun spots. He lightly traced patterns on his daughter's inner thighs and noticed how she responded by spreading her legs slightly more apart.

Just as Gwen anticipated that her father was going to penetrate her labia with his fingers, he left the vicinity of her sex and transferred his attention to her upper body, drawing little circles all over her torso. She closed her eyes and began to drift in the sensation. Without warning, her father's mouth seemed to envelope the entire right side of her chest. "Oh!"

Frank sucked as much of Gwen's breast into his mouth as he could, caressed the nipple with the tip of his tongue and reveled at his daughter's reaction. Marian, intrigued by the event, reached over and teased Gwen's left nipple with her tongue.

Marian had once sat in Gwen's bedroom, both of them nude, and, by touching herself, showed her daughter the nice places to touch while Gwen followed along, but Gwen had never thought about her mother wanting to touch her. While she was still trying to understand the event with her mind, her vagina seemed to fill with fluid.

"Mom, my pussy is dripping. Touch me, please."

Marian reached down and slipped her fingers into Gwen's pussy. "Frank, she's ready."

Frank elevated himself. He gave his daughter a deep kiss with as much of his tongue as he could fit into her mouth. He shifted his weight and nuzzled his daughter's crotch. Frank forced his tongue between Gwen's labia and sampled her juices. "Tastes good," he smiled. He moved again, placing first one then the other knee between Gwen's legs. "Tell me again that you want this."

Gwen looked down at her father's cock hanging from his body. It seemed twice as large as it had been when she had seen it those times in the den and even only seconds before. "Yes," she whispered.

Frank began gently. The crown of his cock pressed against, then parted his daughter's labia. The tip began its slow journey up the tunnel of her vagina.

"NO! STOP! It's too big! Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. Please. Please...."




What She Wanted



Frank was shocked. He never expected Gwen to change her mind after he had entered her, but pulled back out of her pussy and flopped back on the bed in the spot he had occupied only seconds earlier.

Marian nudged her daughter. "Move, girl! Get out of the way. On the other side of your dad. Now!"

Gwen was in tears. The fear of being penetrated by a cock that seemed too large had passed. Now, all she could think was that she had failed at the simplest of tasks, the thing she most wanted, to let her father fuck her. She obeyed her mother and moved over her father to the edge of the bed.

Marian rose to her knees, bent, and stuck her husband's cock into her mouth. She sucked as she moved his organ in and out of the moistness. Dropping Frank's cock and swinging her leg over his supine body, Marian looked into his eyes and said, "I'm here for you." Rising she place the tip of her husband's rod against her opening and pushed down.

Gwen watched in wonder as her mother rode her father. It did not take long. Frank whispered, "It's time." Marian felt a small orgasm ripple through her groin. She smiled down at him and said, "You think I can't tell?" She slowly rose, clamped down on the cock inside her with her vaginal muscles as tight as she could and sat down hard.

Frank moaned, "Oh, Goddd...," as his body erupted into his wife's pussy.

When Frank was finished, Marian bent and gave him a long, slow kiss before breaking their intimate connection. She lay down beside her husband, placed her head on his shoulder, and lightly gripped his penis. "You're the best fuck in the world," she whispered in his ear.

Gwen, realizing that her mother was through giving her father the relief that, that night, was supposed to have been her task, sobbed. She got up off the bed and began to leave the room.

"Gwen?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"You can leave if you want, but you're welcome to stay."

"Yes, Honey, if you want to sleep with your father and me, crawl back into the bed and grab a shoulder."

"I'm sorry I failed you."

"Hush. We can talk about that later. It's time to sleep."

Gwen lay on the bed next to her father. She placed her arm on his chest with her hand resting between his nipples.

Satisfied father, satisfied mother, and still virginal daughter slept.

That Night

About three hours later, Gwen awoke. She looked across her father toward her sleeping mother and instantly replayed the events of her attempt to lose her virginity. Looking toward the foot of the bed, she saw her father's flaccid cock lying on his belly. She reached down and ran her finger around the edge of the crown. She froze when a hand touched hers. She looked up to find her mother looking back at her. Marian gestured for Gwen to follow her. The two women left the bed and Gwen followed her mother into the master bathroom. Marian closed the door.

"Mom, I'm sor --" Gwen stopped as Marian placed a finger on her daughter's lips.

"S'okay. What do you want, Honey?"

"I want a lot of things. I want to watch Dad fuck you. I want to take a bath with Dad. And one with you. More than anything, I want Dad up inside me. I want him to take my cherry."

"Okay. Last thing first. We can wake him up and try again; I guarantee he'll be ready. We can also arouse him and you can do the work like I did earlier." Marian hugged her daughter to her and Gwen hugged her back.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

Marian pushed Gwen back from her. Holding her daughter's shoulders, she said, "I will have sex with you if you want, but I prefer guys. Make that 'guy.'"

"In the bedroom, it kinda looked like...."

"I got carried away. This night -- still -- belongs to you and your dad. Are you wet?"

Gwen felt between her labia. "A little."

"Okay. Here's what we'll do." Marian explained the best course of action to her daughter. "Remember, you have two choices."

The two women returned to the bed. Gwen knelt next to her father and toyed with his genitals. She moved his cock away and licked his balls. She wanted to suck his balls into her mouth, but did not want him to awaken yet. As she worked on her father's gonads, his cock expanded to its full potential.

While Gwen was exploring her dad's crotch, Marian knelt behind her, stimulating Gwen's labia and clitoris. When Gwen felt her pussy fill with lubricating fluid, she placed her hand over her mother's. Marian withdrew her hand and reached for Gwen's father's penis. Gwen straddled her father and moved her vaginal opening to the point above her father's cock.

Gwen slowly lowered herself until the rigid organ was inside her as it had been earlier. She paused for a moment and smiled at her mother. Marian returned the smile; she reached out and held her daughter's hand. Gwen pressed further down.

She felt her father penetrate more of her.

She felt him press against her hymen.

"Uh!" she gasped as his cock broke through the evidence of her purity.

She felt a trickle of what she knew had to be blood, but she did not care. She looked at her mother and smiled.

Marian leaned over and cupped her daughter's breast. She whispered in her Gwen's ear, "You're not a girl anymore!"

"I know. It feels good -- real good!"

Marian kissed Gwen, winked, and said, "I'll wake up the sex object." She leaned down to her husband, shook his shoulder and said, "Wake up, stud, there's work to be done."

"Oh, I'm awake," Frank responded. "That felt good." He smiled as he looked at his daughter astride his hips. "Hey, kiddo, you did it, huh?"

"Yeah, Dad, but were not finished. You still have a 'contribution' to make."

"And what would that be?" Frank Smiled.

Gwen rose until she almost pulled away from her father's cock, then sank again. "Silly question, Dad."

Marian kissed one of Gwen's breasts then reached behind her daughter and gently toyed with her husband's balls.

Frank reached for his daughter's breasts and she leaned forward to make it easier for him. Gwen rose and fell on her dad's cock. Frank gently twisted and pinched Gwen's nipples. She smiled. He smiled.

Gwen continued to ride her father. She moaned as her first cock-induced orgasm surged through her.

Her mother kissed her shoulder.

Frank felt the shudder run through his daughter. He grunted and --

-- Gwen felt the first rope of cum shoot up her vagina.

"Oh, Da --"

The End

*

Many thanks to my editor, who is not a participant in the editor program, who helped me clean up the earlier version of this story. The remaining errors are ALL mine.



What She Wanted



[Not bdsm, really. That wasn't what she wanted or needed. Not S&M for sure. Mostly what she wants is domination, a bit of bondage... with a twist of lemon. Lucky me, they are sisters.]

"You've never had an orgasm?"

"That's not what I said. I said I've never had a man give me an orgasm. I've kept Eveready in business. You gave me a few when we were teens, I pay a surcharge on my electric bill for vibrator use and I let my fingers do the walking, but no man has ever been able to get me where I want to go."

My wife Kathleen was talking with her sister, Samantha. I was in the next room supposedly working on my computer. I heard their conversation. I wondered where Kathleen would go with the revelation her older sister had just made. Kathleen was thirty-six and Samantha was about to turn forty. They were together to plan a small party or wake for her fortieth.

"Pete could give you one." Kathleen said. I yelled in my head, 'Yeah!' Sam was a knockout! The thought had crossed my mind about having her as a sex partner a few thousand times since I married Kathleen. Kathleen and her sister were almost the same height, weight and coloring. However, Kathleen was blessed with the breasts that will probably never sag. I've heard it said that more than a handful is a waste. Kathleen's super sensitive breasts are just a mouthful. She wears a bra occasionally, for fashion sake or because she wants to wear the lace. Never for support. Her sister wears a bra most of the time. Gravity will have it's way with her breasts eventually. When she stayed over, a couple of years before the conversation I'm telling you about, I peeked in her suitcase and saw the tag on her Olga bra, 34C.

"You'd let your husband have sex with me?"

"Yes! You're my sister. He's a great lover. If it can be done, he can do it! Would you like that as your birthday present from both of us?"

"It feels like your offering him cheating on you. I don't want that."

"If I know about it. If I set it up, how could it be cheating? Cheating is when you screwed Bobby Franklyn when you were a senior!"

"You're never going to let that go, are you? I'm sorry. You made him sound like such a stud I just had to see if the hype was true."

"Ok. Bobby Franklyn is over. Done. Finished. I won't mention him ever again."

"If I accept your offer of Pete for my birthday, how do we do it? And, when?"

"It's Saturday. None of us are due to work until Monday morning. Do you have anything you must do between now and Monday morning?"

"You mean like laundry, eating, sleeping, cleaning my apartment? Nothing except all those things."

"The eating and sleeping can be done here. If I go with you we can get your place clean and laundry done by dinnertime tonight. We'll take Pete out to dinner and bring him home and start your birthday present."

"When in this process are you telling Pete about his part in your plan?"

"Now! Come with me." 

I hit a few keys on the computer and an EXCEL page showed. They came in and I looked up. "Lunch time already?"

"Nope." Kathleen said, "We need to talk. Is now a good time?"

"Sure!" I pushed my chair back a few inches and they both sat down.

"You know that Sam's birthday is next week. She told me what she really wants and it can't be bought. It has to be given and you're the only one I believe can give her the gift. We want you to give her the gift this weekend. Ok?"

"Do I get to know what this gift is?"

"Yes, but I want you to be clear that what she wants is personal and that you giving it to her is my idea. You won't be breaking any rules or agreements if you give her what she wants."

"Ok, If it's within my power to give her whatever it is, I will happily give her the gift."

"Great! Right now we're going over to her house and we'll be back by seven. We will take you out for dinner when we get back and the gift begins when we get back from dinner."

"What is the gift?" I asked, knowing full well what it was but playing along.

"I'll tell you on the way to dinner." They got up and within a minute were out the door and gone. I thought a lot about the gift. She wants an orgasm given to her by a man. This man. She's almost forty, great looking and has men flocking to her like flies. What could possibly be keeping her from giving in and allowing her body to have an orgasm?

Over the next two hours I thought about the various times we had been together with her and the men who lusted after her. What was missing? It hit me like lightning! She was Kathleen's sister.

Both appeared strong, self-assured and assertive and it was accurate... everywhere except in intimate relationships. The first few times we, Kathleen and I, had been together, in the Biblical sense, I had been the gentle, sensitive lover the women's magazines talk about. Then I had a really bad day at work. My boss came in and yelled at me for something I had nothing to do with. When I left work at five I had a flat tire and ruined a good pail of slacks changing the damn tire. By the time I picked Kathleen up for our date I was still seething inside but put on a pleasant face for the public.

She invited me in after our date and in our first kiss I became the Hulk. I turned green and aggressive. I ripped her clothes off her body. I demanded what I wanted and I got it. She loved it! She surrendered herself to me and had her first screaming orgasm that night. What she wanted was to be my submissive. She wanted a place in her life where she could be taken care of. She didn't make a single decision that night, from the first kiss on. 

Everywhere else in her life she is powerful, assured and capable. In our sex life I am the master. She had figured out that her sister needed the firm hand too. I closed the computer down and began preparations.

It was after three when my cell phone played the song that told me Kathleen was calling. It played, "When You Say Nothing at All", by Alison Krauss.

"She wants me to dominate her?" I asked.

"I knew you were listening! Yes! Are you ready?"

"Willing and able. The playroom is complete and I just have one question for you. Are you available for playing too or this just for Sam?"

"You know I am always willing. I bow to your judgment."

"When we get home from dinner you will take Sam into our bathroom, strip her and get her showered. If she isn't shaved, shave her. Then use a blindfold from the drawer in the bathroom and bring her to the playroom. You will both be nude and wet."

"I just flooded myself!"

"Do not clean up. Stay wet. As soon as I get off the phone go back to Sam and tell her how turned on you are at the thought of her having sex with me. If she says anything or does anything that says she doesn't believe you, show her your wet cunt!"

"Oh Jesus! She hasn't seen it since high school!"

I closed the phone. I would be playing with both of them. I was already playing with both of them. From this weekend on Sam would be mine just as much as Kathleen. When everything was ready I went back inside and got ready for dinner. I called and made reservations for us.

At six-fifty they arrived. Kathleen parked in the driveway. I was glad I'd had the Explorer detailed on Friday. They came inside, Kathleen kissed me hello and went to quickly shower and dress. Sam stood a few feet away from me in the kitchen, dressed for a night out clubbing, dancing and rubbing her body on various men. The dress hugged her, ended half way down her thighs and showed a generous hint of cleavage. She wore no jewelry, which was pretty standard for her.

"You look great! When Kathleen came home she gave me a kiss. Do I get one from you as well?"

She jerked a little and said, "If you want one, sure."

We stepped together and I gently kissed her for a few seconds. No fire, no flames, no reaction. I drew back and said, "Enough of the kiss we'd share after Church. I want a kiss." My hand pressed on the back of her head and our lips crushed together. A few seconds passed and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. Her hands didn't know where to go or what to do. When she surrendered to the kiss I broke it and stepped back.

"Thank you, Sam. That was a good kiss." Kathleen came into the kitchen hopping on one foot as she put her shoe on the other foot.

"I'm ready!" She said. I guided them out to the Explorer and opened the back door. Kathleen jumped in and slid over to sit behind the driver's seat. Sam needed a little help getting up into the truck. When she was in I closed the door and went around to the driver's door.

"Seat belts, please." I said as I hooked mine.

As I drove down the street Sam asked, "Why didn't you sit up front?"

"If he puts me up front and you back here alone he has put you down. He has physically said I am better than you. If we both ride here he is saying we are on equal footing. I can't feel superior, you won't feel put down."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"Pete thinks about things like that."

At the restaurant I opened the door to let Kathleen out first. When Sam slid over I got a glimpse of her panties. Blue, like her dress. I held their hands and we went into the restaurant. We were led to our table and seated.

Sam looked over the menu and talked as she decided what to have. Kathleen and I had eaten there often enough we didn't look, we knew what we would have.

Orders were placed and our drinks delivered. Both women had a glass of a white wine.

"Ok. Now, I want to know what the gift is."

"Pete, Samantha wants you to give her an orgasm. She has had them with vibes and fingers but never with a man."

Sam looked at her plate and blushed. She was sitting to my right, Kathleen to my left. I shifted to face Kathleen a bit more directly and said, "So, you are asking me to have sex with your sister?"

"Yes. But, not just sex. She needs to have an orgasm given to her by you."

I turned again and faced Sam. "You dressed like this for me?"

She nodded. 

"Are you agreeing to this?"

She nodded again.

"If I agree it is with stipulations. I will do nothing towards your gift without your agreement, now."

"What agreement?" She whispered.

"From now, this moment, until you have your orgasm with me or Sunday night at seven you will obey me. You can be embarrassed, angry, scared or upset and, you must obey anyway. I promise I will not do anything to you that your sister has not had done to her. Do you agree?"

Kathleen said, "I will do anything you ask me to do. I will obey from now until Sunday night at seven. No questions, no arguments, no hesitation."

I kept looking at Sam. She looked at Kathleen and finally she said, "I agree."

I raised my glass. "I propose a toast. To a weekend of discovery and orgasms."

Our glasses clinked and we drank. Dinner was served. We ate. Halfway through the entrée I said, "Kathleen are you wet?"

"Yes, Pete. Very wet."

"I'd like a taste, please." Sam's fork fell to her plate. She looked at her sister.

Kathleen slid her hand under the hem of her dress and when it came back out it was obviously wet. She smiled and inserted it in my mouth. I sucked it noisily.

"Thank you. You are particularly sweet this evening."

I turned my head to Sam and asked, "Are you wet?"

"Yes, Pete. Very wet." Her voice was a low whisper.

"I would very much like to taste your wetness, please."

Ever so slowly she reached between her legs, looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking and then brought her wet finger to my mouth. I sucked it, just as I had Kathleen's.

"Thank you. My first taste of you was wonderful. I will think about more of that as we finish dinner."

She smiled at me and slowly resumed her dinner.

As we were finishing up a couple we had played with three times in the past came into the restaurant. The wife spotted us and said something to her husband, who smiled and they headed in our direction. When they arrived at the table we exchanged pleasantries and introduced Samantha to them. As they were ready to go to their table I asked, "Do you consider your palate sensitive?"

"I think my wife's is more sensitive than mine, but generally I'd say mine is pretty good. Why?"

"I'd like you both to taste something and tell me if you like it. Ok?"

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I love it!"

"Ok. Me first." He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I nudged Kathleen and watched as she dipped under her dress and gave him a taste of her own juices.

He sucked her finger dry and opened his eyes. Kathleen drew back her finger and he said, "I loved it! It has a subtle flavor and reminds me of someone. Sweetheart, you should have a taste." 

His wife smiled and opened her mouth. Kathleen dipped again and gave her the wet finger. While she sucked it she reached up under her own dress and gave Kathleen a taste of her juices.

Sam stopped breathing. When they turned to go the man said "Thanks for an early dessert."

We did not order dessert. In the parking lot I opened the back of the SUV and got two small towels from a box. I gave one to each of the ladies.

Kathleen promptly folded hers in half. Sam saw her do it and followed the example.

"Give me your panties, please."

"Here?" Sam asked, as she watched Kathleen reach under her hem and pull her thong off. She handed it to me. I held my hand out to Sam. She repeated Kathleen's actions and handed me her thong. Both were very wet.

"Sit on the towels on the way home, please." I opened the back door and they got in.

"Sam, have you ever touched your sister's pussy?"

"When we were in school, yes. A few times."

"So not since both of you have become adults?"

"No."

"Kathleen open up to Sam and Sam reach in and find her clit with a finger tip."

Kathleen opened her legs and turned a bit towards her sister. Sam did as she was asked, slowly. When she found it Kathleen said, "Oh yes! That's the spot!"

I said, "Now use your other hand and find yours. Please."

She did. She moaned a tiny moan when she touched herself.

"Which one is bigger at this moment?"

Ten seconds passed. She said, "Kathleen's."

"Continue to hold your finger on her clit until we get home. You can let go of your own, if you want."

I glanced in the rear view mirror and nodded to Kathleen. She rocked her hips against her sister's finger. Before we got home Kathleen had her first orgasm of the weekend.

I helped them out of the SUV and sent them into the house. Kathleen already knew what to do. I cleaned the back seat so the vehicle wouldn't smell like sex for days. I tossed the wet thongs into the washing machine and I unlocked the playroom.

Inside the playroom I stripped and waited. Soon the door opened and Kathleen guided her sister within. I helped guide her where I wanted her: against the "X", a seven foot high wooden "X" built to hold someone either for torture or pleasure. Sometimes for a bit of both. Kathleen lifted one of Sam's arms and I quickly wrapped some plastic wrap around the arms and the wooden cross member. We moved quickly and secured the other arm as well.

Kathleen knelt and tapped the inside of her sister's thigh. When she didn't move Kathleen slapped her harder. She moved. The plastic wrap went around her knee and the cross member. I handed the plastic to Kathleen.

"Move your free leg to the left."

She did. I pointed to the opposite wall and Kathleen positioned herself on the "X". I wrapped her in plastic and went back to Sam. I stood very close to her and took the blindfold off. She blinked a few times as her eyes grew accustomed to the light.

"Sam, I have no intention to hurt you. However, you need some safe words."

"I had no idea you two were into this! I've read about it. Red, yellow and green."

"As long as we are green we are full steam ahead. At yellow we will stop long enough to talk things over and at red we are done. If you say red we will stop, all activity will end and you will be free to go. You will be required to leave the playroom for at least a week. Neither of us will touch you sexually during that week and you must specifically ask to come back. Do you understand?"

"Are you going to flog me?"

"I don't know yet. I am going to give you what you asked for. That much I guarantee. Want to know where Kathleen is?"

She nodded. I grasped her breast in my hand and started to tighten my grip. "You must answer with words, every question."

"Yes, I want to know where Kathleen is."

I stepped aside and she looked at her sister.

"You look just like she does. What I do to you I will do to her. Sometimes her first and sometimes you first."

I walked to Kathleen and held her head in my hands. We kissed. Passionate kisses filled with frustration from Kathleen. Her hands couldn't reach me. She couldn't press her body against mine.

When I stepped back she gasped. 

"Tell Sam about that kiss." I said.

"I want him inside me! I want more than just his mouth, but I'm not the boss. I'm not in control. Kissing him is like kissing power and I want more! His lips control me. They're hot and strong."

My face was an inch from Sam's. I whispered, "Open to my kiss. Surrender to me."

I pressed my lips to hers, gently, then with increasing pressure and when I probed into her mouth she opened easily and welcomed me. My hands held her head. I made sure I didn't touch anything but her mouth and head. When I backed away I asked, "Kathleen what did you see?"

"I saw her legs straining at the plastic and her hands clenching and unclenching."

As I walked back to Kathleen I asked, "What do you think is next, my sweet?"

"I think you will torment my neck and my breasts. You know how sensitive my neck is."

"Right!" I kissed her neck, tracing a line of kisses down from under her ear to her collarbone. I pushed a rolling chair in front of her and adjusted it so my mouth was at her nipple height. I kissed, nibbled and sucked all over her breasts. She squirmed to get more.

Sam watched and saw me slide the chair across to her. "Pick which breast gets my attention."

"The right!" It got my full attention. After a few minutes she said, "My left please." I stayed with the right. I sucked harder on her nipple, pulling back until it popped out of my mouth. "Oh Jesus! It's like you're pulling on something inside me." 

I worked as much of her breast into my mouth as would fit, then I sucked. I sucked long and hard on her right breast. "Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Oh please."

My head pulled her breast out away from her chest until the suction failed and it popped from my mouth. She tossed her head back and moaned loudly.

My chair rolled across the room. "Pick a breast."

"My right!"

What she had watched me do to her sister she felt me do to her, while Sam watched. She talked to Sam. "Oh Sam, when he sucks I can feel it pulling inside my pussy! Could you feel it too?"

Sam's voice cracked as she spoke. "I felt it! I want more!"

When Kathleen's breast popped out of my mouth she said, "I almost came! My juices are running down the insides of my legs! Are you leaking too Sam?"

"When he did that to me I flooded. I'm sure I made a mess on the floor. Please Pete, come back to me."

Her eyes widened when she heard the wheels on the floor. "How many fingers do you want in your pussy?" I asked when I was close to her.

"Two?"

"Are you certain? You don't sound certain."

"Two, please." My hand slid up the inside of her thigh, gathering her own juices and I got closer and closer to her freshly shaved pussy. My other hand spread her lips and I pushed two fingers deep inside her.

And, stopped.

"Please Pete! Fuck me with your fingers!"

Ever so slowly I pulled my fingers out of her. I stood and shoved both fingers into her mouth. "Suck!"

She did. Fifteen seconds of sucking and I dropped back down and slowly shoved them back inside her. All the way inside her.




What She Wanted



And, stopped.

"Please Pete! I need more!" She screamed.

My fingers pulled all the way out and I added a third finger. Back inside. As soon as I was all the way in she expected me to stop. I pulled out faster than I had gone in and said, "Faster and faster until you turn to butter!"

She strained against the plastic holding her. She moaned and yelped and finally screamed as she came. Her juices covered my hand and ran down past my wrist. She hung limply held up only by the plastic.

I rolled to Kathleen. Her eyes were glazed in lust. She whispered, "I am yours. Do anything to me."

My fingers came together at her opening and I pushed all four inside her. When I was knuckles deep I pistoned in and out as fast as I could. She stiffened as she screamed in release.

I untied Kathleen and helped her to the shower. On the table was a pitcher of ice water and glasses. I handed her a glass and she drank. Sam watched us. We kissed in a full body embrace. I guided us to Sam.

"How's your weekend, so far?" I asked.

"The best birthday ever! I didn't know."

"We aren't done, I don't think. I gave you the gift you asked for, but I don't think you knew enough to ask for what you really want. What do you think, Kathleen?"

"She agreed to stay until tomorrow night. She agreed to follow orders. I think she should stay."

"It's up to you, Sam. Here's what I promise, if you stay. I promise more orgasms, different orgasms and I promise I will fill your pussy with more than my fingers. I will fill you with my cock. I will let you watch as I fill Kathleen's every hole. But, don't give us your answer yet. You need a few minutes to think it over."

"Kathleen, while she thinks, please get her some water and a straw." She did and Sam drank half a glass. I took the glass and said, "Kathleen, sit on the floor between her legs and lick up all her juices from her legs and pussy."

"Oh, Please! I'm too sensitive. Just let me think." Kathleen heard her but didn't obey her sister. At her first lick, just above Sam's knee on her left leg Sam moaned. Kathleen licked all the way up to Sam's shaved lips and then started at the other knee. When Kathleen molded her face to her sister's cunt Sam screamed and came again. Kathleen ate her through three more orgasms. 

I touched her shoulder and she stopped. We unwrapped Sam and helped her to the shower. She drank more water, we put her on the massage table and covered her. In seconds she was asleep.

"What do you think will happen when she wakes up?" I asked.

"She will want to move in."

"That decision, yes or no, is yours. You will live with her more than I will. Can you co-exist with her as a co-wife? More importantly, do you want to?"

"I want to. I can. I'm willing."

"Ok. We all need rest. Let's get into the house and to bed." We woke Sam and helped her into the house and to bed. Kathleen slept with Sam. I slept alone. All three of us slept well. In the morning I walked into the kitchen to the smells of breakfast. Both women were sipping coffee. Kathleen heard me and got up, poured me a mug of hot coffee and brought it to me. I took a good sip and sat the mug on the counter. My arms went around Kathleen and we kissed good morning with our whole bodies. As we let go I said, "Good Morning. Did you sleep well?"

She nodded. I saw Sam get out of her chair and head my way. I watched her walk. She was wearing a pale green teddi I bought for Kathleen a few months before. It fit tightly.

"I have no coffee you bring to you. May I have a Good Morning kiss anyway?"

"Yes!" We came together from knees to lips and arms encircling both of us. Kathleen wrapped herself around us both and I kissed Sam's mouth. She surrendered. She welcomed me but didn't insist or become aggressive.

I ended the kiss and asked what we were having for breakfast. Kathleen gave me some options. She took Sam with her to the counter and together they made breakfast. When we sat to eat I looked at Sam and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Fine, I think. I feel great. Satisfied yet wanting."

"What do you want? First for today and tonight. Then, what do you want for after tonight?"

"Just like that?"

"Anything you don't say you have no possibility of getting. Speak. What have you been thinking since you woke up?"

"I want what my sister has. What you gave me I want more of. You said if I stayed you'd give me more. I want to stay."

"You like our playroom?" I asked.

"Like is too soft a word. I love it! I love what happens to me there. I love being with you, even when we aren't in the play room." She took a breath and looked at Kathleen, then she spoke to both of us. "I want to be more than your sister. I want to be more than your sister. I don't know what the words are to describe what I want, but I know what it is. I want to be married to both of you, live here with you and love both of you all the time."

"All because I gave you a couple orgasms yesterday?"

"No! All because I have wanted the kind of relationship I saw you two having for years, and I want it too. All because I've read the stories about domination but they weren't like this. I want this. All because I think we can be great together."

Kathleen nodded and I said, "Ok. This is Kathleen's house right now. For it to become your house, together, you need to organize it, together. I trust you both. I will keep doing my part. Upkeep on the house and yard. Maintenance on the vehicles. We will sit together the last weekend of each month and do all the bills. You can work out the logistics of getting Sam moved in. I'll help however I'm needed. Ok?"

"You're serious? Just like that?"

Kathleen spoke up. "Well, not quite that easy. Before you can move in you have to agree to a few things. One, no secrets. We don't keep secrets. Two, we are a partnership outside the sexual arena. We do everything by consensus. In the sexual arena Pete rules. No arguments, no hesitation. Three, all our money is pooled and used for the family. Our family. Us. And, four, we only have sex when Pete says and with who Pete says. You won't play with anyone, ever, unless Pete says."

"Agreed." Sam said.

"One more thing," I said, "No babies."

"I can't have any. Had to have myself fixed fifteen years ago."

"I didn't know." Kathleen said, touching her sister.

"You were back east and I didn't want Mom to know, so I just never said anything."

"I think we can play after lunch." I said.

"What time would you like lunch?" Kathleen asked.

"When you two have a solid plan for her move, with prices, timetable and agreement."

They both kissed me and I left the kitchen. I took the SUV to the car wash. I drove there with the windows open. It still smelled like pussy. The two Mexican guys who opened the doors and started vacuuming spoke to each other in Spanish.

"This car smells like sex!"

"I like this car."

"It looks like there were two women in here!"

"We better scrub the seat again."

"I'll bet he has a big one."

"I'll bet he wears it out!" They both laughed.

When I drove home the SUV smelled like a pine forest, not pussy.

At one they came to me with their plan. We went over it and then made copies for all three of us. Sam would be fully in by the next weekend. We would have a busy week.

Kathleen pulled her shirt over her head and asked, "Can we go to the playroom, please?"

"Is that what you want?" 

Kathleen nodded. Sam said, "I want to go to the playroom and turn my life and body over to you."

"I may pinch your breasts."

She pulled off her shirt and stepped close. "They are yours to pinch or kiss or whatever."

"I may shove my cock inside your cunt."

"If that is what you want, I promise to love you doing it."

"I may have you anally."

"You will be the first and if that is what you want... I'm yours."

"I may have you eat your sister to a screaming orgasm."

"Please do."

By the time Samantha needed to go home so she could sleep and then be at work on time the next day we had done all of that. That was 1998. We remodeled the house, added a bigger shower, enlarged the bedroom and added a shower outside by our hot tub. Some of my friends think it's sad that the sisters live with me. "Doesn't it cramp your romance?" They ask. "Is she always in your business?" "Does she at least have a boy friend?" 

I tell the truth. "Having her around doesn't cramp our romance. She's never in my business, she's part of our family. Yes, she has a boy-friend." Me.