2 comments/ 20453 views/ 0 favorites What's Next By: Sexyhotdonna All the things I am going to write about are true. The names have been changed because my Master told me to change them. Several months ago, I met my Master in a chat room. It seemed he had the attention of the ladies in the room, so at first I didn't think he noticed me. While others threw themselves at him, I was more reserved. Soon he began talking about things I had some knowledge about and we started talking. We didn't start out talking sexually, although he always seemed to be flirting with the women in the room. We just ended up in more and more private conversations. When I finally gave him my phone number, I never expected him to call. He just didn't seem like he was interested in that. One night we were chatting online and my phone rang. The voice saying hello was unfamiliar, but I suspected I knew who the caller was. As I attempted to figure out the identity of this caller, my IM light began blinking incessantly. "Hello? Are you there?" Fortunately I have a mobile phone and was able to hold the phone to my ear and type, "I am here." "Where did you go?" "brb, phone" "OIC, the man on the phone is more interesting than I am." My mind was torn between the conversation with the stranger on the phone and my friend on the computer. I told the voice on the phone, "Hold on for a second." "I don't know who is on the phone." Then it clicked. "Is it you?" Almost simultaneously, the voice on the phone and the instant message asked, "What are you wearing? I knew then the person I was chatting with was indeed him. I was so excited that maybe he was interested. As we began to talk I stopped typing cause I finally was talking with him as I always wanted. At first we talked in general how his business trip was going and so on until the conversation became sexual. He told me to go lay on the couch so I could get more comfortable as we talked.. What's your favorite position he asked? I giggled and said rather quietly that doggie was my favorite position. I was a little nervous telling him my deepest secrets; but compelled to do so. I heard him say mmmmm as I told him things so I felt like I was going in the right direction. He told me to touch myself as we talked and I remember the way it made me feel. Soon I was begging for him to let me cum, but he made me wait. He would bring me so close and then make me wait. As we played he would stop me or ask me touch a different spot. I want to suck your cock I told him. How would you do it was his reply. I told him first I would start with a long kiss and then move to his ear. Nibbling the lobe and rimming the shell. MMMMM he said; so I knew he was enjoying this. What next he asked? Then I would move down to your neck giving little bites along the way. Keep going he said. I smiled as I told him how I would lick my way down his chest. Nibbling on first one nipple and then the other. By this point I was really excited because giving head is one of my favorite things to do. Don't stop now I heard over the line. I then told him I would run my tongue down his chest following the line of hair I like to call the goodie trail. As I reached his cock I would kiss and lick around his cock without touching. Damn I heard him say so it gave me the courage to go on. Then I would take your cock into my hand I told him. I am going to lick just the head and then along the slit. I had my dildo so as I told him what I was doing I proceeded to do it to my dildo so he would know the sounds I was making. Then I would move down to your balls sucking one and then the other into my mouth I told him. Of yeah I like that I heard. Now I am going to take you deep into my mouth sucking you deep. I sucked it in deep being sure to make sucking noises. I wanted to excite like no one had before. . The feeling was so intense it was as though he was there with me. I was so excited. I reached down and played with my clit as I continued to suck him. I am going to fuck you now he told me. I was so ready. Yes fuck me; fuck me now I said. First I am going to put your legs over my shoulders and drive my cock into your pussy. Oh fuck yeah do it I shouted. .Then he said he would turn me over and fuck me doggie style. I told him to pull my hair and fuck me hard. I could feel his hard cock going in and out of my wet pussy. I felt his balls slapping my ass with each stroke. Finally he allowed me to cum and it was stronger than ever before. I begged for more. And so the game began. We began to talk daily, sometimes for hours. Each time there was sexual innuendo but we didn't get to play each time. I began to call him Master, because I felt he controlled me. I want to make him happy. He told me he was going to give me assignments to accomplish each day. I knew that I had to obey him. As we said good night he told me my first assignment. I was nervous I listened intently wondering if I could surpass his expectations of me. That was the first of a list of assignments. This is why I am writing this story because it's my assignment for the day. As I went to work that morning I remembered what he said my first task would be. I must say that I had a hard time driving in that morning. As I thought of it I pictured in my mind what his reaction would be that night as I told him. I knew my pussy was getting wet so I moved around in my seat trying to get comfortable which only brought my panties closer to my clit. My task was to go into the bathroom at certain intervals during the day and play with my clit not coming but coming as close as possible. We sent messages back and forth that day. I telling him of my frustrations of being so turned on he telling me to take it a step further knowing I could do it. Each time I would go into the bathroom I would think of him and in no time I was close to coming. Once I almost screamed out his name which I know I wasn't supposed to do. He is my Master no other name is needed. I could hardly wait for the day to end knowing he would soon be fucking me. My next assignment was to rub my pussy and clit while I chatted with him. Then I would have to insert ice into my pussy while rubbing my clit. As the ice melted I then had to insert something warm. He would say he had to leave for a second but I had to continue. BRB he said, hurry back was my reply. I figured I could ease up for a second because the feeling was intense. That was a test I heard him say as we used a mic on all our conversations. I had to ease up for a second I told him. Never do that again he demanded because I will know if you stop. Now you have to try twice as hard to make me cum he told me. It felt so good I wanted to cum right away; but always held on for more. He would tell me what he was going to do to me; letting me know how excited he was. He would always fuck me a different way each time more intense than the last. Smack that ass he demanded oh yes I said. As I began to smack my ass as hard as I could. Ram that cock up your ass fuck it hard. I remember the first time I did so. Oh my the pleasure was so intense I came hard. But still we continued. I remember coming over and over that night. It holds so many wonderful memories for me. Then I would put my dildo in again and again and fuck myself. The feeling was so intense I thought I would lose consciousness a time or two. We didn't play for a while after that which just made me want it more. From then on I only called him Master. I wanted to please him. Our games became more intense with each night. We would send each other email with sexual innuendos. I would tell him how I wanted to suck his cock until I felt the cum hitting the back of my throat. I wanted him to fuck my tits so I could taste the head of his cock as it slid thru my breasts. He would have me suck his cock and then put the dildo in and fuck myself hard. I always wanted to make him cum because I felt I didn't do my job if he didn't. As each task was set before me I wanted to surpass each one to give him more pleasure than ever before. I would sit each night obediently waiting for my next assignment. The next step was to send me movies to watch while I played. Now he had stepped it up a notch. I had to play the whole time but could not cum. As I watched of course I was thinking only of him and ways that I could satisfy him. As I watched the woman in the movie being fucked roughly of course it was I that was getting it done to by him. As he smacked her tits I wanted mine smacked. So what was happening on the movie was soon happening to me. It made me hotter than ever. Each smack made me beg for more. I couldn't get enough. I know I couldn't cum but I wanted to make it good for him Please fuck me Master I begged. Who are you fucking he would say to me. You Master I screamed. Make me your bitch please Master I begged. To be my bitch you must let me fuck your ass he said. Do it fuck my ass hard Master. I want it so bad .Smack my ass Master fuck me I begged. When he got close he fucked my mouth and held my head down on his cock until I gagged. But that didn't stop me I wanted to taste his cum. I continued sucking and licking his cock till I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat; I swallowed it all down. I told him I would lick the cum off his cock and clean him up for that was part of my job. He wanted to see how far I would go in watching the movies, to push the envelope if you will. So I was unsure what he would send me next. Little did I know it would get a very surprising effect out of me. The next movie he sent had two women and a man in it. I never really thought about another woman but watching it made me hot cause I knew he wanted that.. I told him as I watched what I was feeling. I wanted to be the woman in the video. I wanted to kiss her lips and suck her tits. As I watched the woman get fucked in the ass while she ate the other woman's pussy I imagined myself in that position. I wanted him to fuck me while I was eating her. I told him that to see his reaction. I could tell he wanted that too. That hasn't happened yet but who knows. LOL Each time we play I get closer and closer knowing I can't cum until my Master says I can. But knowing he cums each time is enough for me. He brings me closer and closer till I almost scream in ecstasy; stopping just short of cumming. I wait in anticipation of each episode knowing each one will bring me closer to cumming one day. The next assignment was to go to a local convenience store for coffee early in the morning. I was unsure of this because I didn't know how I would respond to a complete stranger. The first morning I was supposed to wear something revealing. Each time I would wear something more provocative. Each morning I would go in braless so he could see my nipples. I would innocently lean against him so he could feel my hard nipples. As the week progressed I became more daring with him. My Master had me to insert ice before entering the store knowing how excited that made me. He wanted to see how far I would go with him. One evening while we chatted he asked me would I service someone for him. If you asked me to I replied. Knowing what I was agreeing to but couldn't say no. This past Wednesday morning when I went in I had on a tight top and jeans knowing it would show my nipples quite well. After I got my coffee before going to the register; I pulled my top askew so that my nipple peaked out. The thought that a complete stranger would see my nipple really excited me. I gave it an extra tweak nice and hard so it would really be visible. As I went to the register the clerk had a surprised look on his face. He looked down at my chest rarely meeting my eyes. He told me I might want to fix my shirt; I look down innocently and adjust my shirt thanking him as I leave the store. I could feel his eyes on me watching me leave. I was hoping that he was as turned on as I. I could hardly wait to get back home cause I knew my Master would be checking in to make sure I had completed my task. As we talked he told me I did a good job but I needed to do more tomorrow. We played for as long as time permitted before I had to leave for work. On Thursday as I entered he was back at the coffee maker so he played perfectly into my hands. I had to accomplish my task for the day. I came up to him and ran my nails down his arm telling him how he made my morning being so sweet and kind. I leaned in and kissed his cheek telling him again thanks for telling me about my nipple showing. As I leaned over for a lid I made sure my hard nipples brushed against his arm and chest. When we got to the register I noticed he adjusted himself so I knew I had excited him. I thought of taking him into the restroom to take care of his problem but I didn't have permission from my Master.As I took my change I held his hand and thanked him yet again for being so sweet. Later that night I told my Master what I done and he seemed pleased with my effort, Soon we were playing yet again. I put the dildo inside my pussy and had the vibrator between my legs and then sat in the chair. The pleasure was intense. I played with my clit as we talked. My Master told me to pull the skin back above my clit and then sit down again letting the vibrator hit my clit. The pleasure was as none before (until this morning but that comes later). He had me tell him in detail of the morning escapades. He had me fuck the dildo hard and then suck it deep into my mouth until I gagged. Then I put it back in my pussy until he came. As we were saying good night I was kind of sad cause I knew I wouldn't get to talk to him Friday night because he had plans. Then he told me of my next assignment. I was to go to a strip club and get my first lap dance. I was a little nervous of the assignment because I had never done that before. So after leaving work I picked one of the strip clubs not knowing it was a nude one. LOL As I enter I look around trying to pick the woman for my dance. I watched the women interact with the men to see which would be the most daring. I decided on a blonde with nice breasts. As she led me to a separate room I was nervous yet excited. What brings you here she asked. I thought to myself what do I tell her. I remembered my Master told me I could bring him into the conversation so that's how I started. I have a Master and he ordered me to have a lap dance I told her as she began to move to the music. I explain to her I have to report back to him what all went on. She gave a short laugh and said well lets really give you something to tell him. She tells me to sit on the couch as she started taking off her clothes to the music. I had again inserted ice before entering the club as ordered by my Master. He knows how this affects me so he tells me do this on most occasions. I am really getting excited. I think to myself is it the ice or can I be attracted to what she is doing. She leans in and brings her face close to my chest. Then slowly down my body until she is at my feet. Then she begins to grind on my lap. She brings my hands to her bare breasts and lays them against her. I want you to pinch my nipples she tells me. I am apprehensive but does as she says. Wow I am touching another woman's bare nipples I think to myself.. I am beginning to get more aroused as she continues Then she brings my hands down toward her legs and brings my hands to her pussy. She opens her legs as she grinds bringing my fingers near her clit. I am touching another woman's clit for the first time. I am nervous yet turned on. I want to bring my fingers inside her but I am too scared. I wondered what she tasted like. Maybe I will never know. After the dance she tells me come back if he likes it I am sure I can top that. I give her a nice tip and leave with a smile on my face. I know my Master was supposed to home by midnight so I nervously awaited his call. I hoped I did well on my assignment. I was excited when he called me earlier than expected. He asked if I had a good time. I told I did. As I replayed what happened at the club; I could tell it excited him. As I played with my clit and fucked myself with the dildo I told him in detail as to what happened. I told him I wanted to taste her but didn't have the nerve to do so. He told me that would have been a good thing had I done so. We continued to play bringing me closer and closer. I had to beg him to let me stop for a second because the pleasure was too great. He would let me stop for just a second only to demand me to start again. He would bring me to the edge and then stop me before going over. He made me continue fucking the dildo harder and faster telling me his was going to cum deep in my pussy. The thought of it brought me so close to the edge; but I knew I couldn't go over. As he told me he was cumming it was as though I felt his hot cum hitting the back of my pussy . My next assignment was to be nude when I was at home ready for him at all times. This was something new and invigorating. Knowing that he could ring me at a moment's notice kept wet and ready. If I was talking on the phone with someone I had to insert ice in my pussy and rub my clit. LOL that has gotten quite a reaction from some of my friends. Asking me what's the matter. I come up with something and keep talking.. When he calls he always asks if I do as he says. Sometimes he tricks me aren't you talking to me go get some ice for punishment. I do as I am told but with a smile on my face. Because I know I am going to enjoy what's coming up. Everyone should try the ice/heat method at least once. It's well worth it. Which leads me to this morning. He rang me at the usual time our conversation starting quite innocent. I knew to have my toys close by. As he tells me to get them I become so excited because I want to please him. He tells me to put his cock in my pussy and to sit with the vibrator on. I am supposed to last an hour but I don't know if I can. As we talk I am rubbing my clit as I feel the vibrator hitting me in the right spot. The feeling gets to intense so I beg for him to let me stop for a second. He agrees but it comes at a price. Now I have to turn the vibe on high and sit back down on it. As I continue to fuck the dildo I am told to rotate my hips in time with the vibrator. Asking whose cock are you fucking? Yours Master I reply. I want to ride his cock hard. He tells me he is getting close and when he tells me he is cumming; I am to bounce up and down on the dildo as though I was riding his cock. Over and over I bounce up and down on his cock. Wanting to give him the ride of his life. The pleasure is so intense I almost scream out but I hold myself in check just short of cumming. I tell him this and he laughs knowing I gave him another secret to use against me later. He tells me I might be in trouble a little later. I wonder what this evening holds. Which brings me to this assignment I hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed living it!! I have sent him several revisions but each time he tells me you can do more. It's almost ready he says. I am sitting here wondering if this will be the one you read. I also wonder if I will get to cum in celebration of this story being published? All I can say is stay tuned. LOL What's Next? After posting our stories describing how we started exchanging erotic photo's (and eventually ending up in a threesome) with a very good friend, we've received quite a few emails asking us questions about how we started, why we do it, and what we're doing now. This isn't really a story in the strictest sense of the word, but we thought that perhaps a biography of sorts would be a good idea, so people can get to know us and perhaps understand our motivation for doing (or not doing) the things we wrote about. If you've read our other stories, some of what is said here may seem to contradict what we wrote about, but let me assure you, those events did happen. We have, however, taken certain liberties with dialogue and timing, to place the stories in context, and have obviously altered names to preserve the anonymity of the parties involved, but have essentially written about events that have really occurred in our lives. I guess the logical place to start would be at the very beginning, right back in the days of yore when we first started experimenting with ways to add a bit of a spark to our sex life. We've known each other, and been a "couple" for close on twelve years, and have been married for six years (almost seven; how time flies!) and we're as happy as clams. Obviously, like any couple, we've had our share of ups and downs over all this time, but in general we're very happy. To be honest, the whole thing probably started in one of those down times, about five years ago, not only a year ago as we said in the first story. Jen was in a bit of a depression, partly because she'd just had a baby and was feeling down about her figure, down about the responsibility of becoming a mother, and also partly because I'd been ignoring her due to work commitments and things like that. In my defense, at that stage we weren't too well off, as we hadn't been married long and we'd done the usual things like buy a house, car and all the things a newlywed couple needs to survive and I'd made the mistake of working way too much to try and catch up on the shortfall. We also weren't prepared to be parents, and I guess that took its toll too. Suffice to say, we were both not too happy, and we were taking it out on each other. A very good friend of the family saved us. He didn't know it, probably still doesn't, but he saved our marriage and for that I'm eternally thankful. He sat me down and we had a chat over a couple of beers in the pub one night. He basically told me that I needed to pay more attention to Jen and never mind that the work was what brought in the money. If she left me, I wouldn't have anyone to spend it on! Coming from someone who'd been happily married for close to thirty years, those words carried quite a bit of weight. Thankfully, I wasn't stupid, and I heeded his advice. I started coming home on time, helping out around the house a bit more, and most importantly, I paid attention to Jen. That was how I finally found out about her problem with her self image. It wasn't just "baby blues" as I'd assumed, it was more that because of my neglecting her, and the sudden change in weight associated with having a baby, she felt she wasn't attractive any more. Damn! What an idiot I had been!!! Well, I was determined to put it right. For the next couple of months (and to this day, actually), I'd stop and look at her, and really see the beautiful woman I'd married, and I'd tell her what I saw. A charming smile, stunning eyes, and yes...a beautiful body. Like a lot of women, she thought I was bullshitting her. Perseverance on my part finally made her realise that yes, she was attractive to me, and I meant every word I said about her being beautiful. She still didn't fully believe me when I told her that other guys also found her attractive though... About this time, I saw a little gadget I just had to have. OK, I'm a geek at heart, so sue me! I saw a little camera called the Epson PhotoPC 500, one of the first commercially available digital cameras in our country. I bought one as soon as I could, and was a very happy camper. Well, after I'd begged forgiveness from the missus, that is. Being an early adopter of new technology is an expensive affliction! Photography had always been a passion for me, and I'd played around doing my own developing and printing for years. I'd unfortunately had to give up the darkroom when our son was born, so hadn't been able to indulge my hobby for a while. With the new camera, I was at last able to get back into it again. Of course, the hard disk soon began to fill with the obligatory baby pictures and random snapshots as I indulged myself. One night I asked myself "Self, why the fuck haven't you got any nude snaps of Jen?". Once I'd gotten the idea, I found it very hard to get rid of and I plotted and planned how I was going to get Jen to pose naked for me. At this point, I had no intention of ever letting anyone else see her naked, I just wanted a few nudes of her for my own use. Well, a short while after, I mustered up the courage and asked Jen if she'd pose topless for me. She was reluctant, but I told her once again that she looked fantastic, and she eventually agreed. One Saturday, while gran was looking after our son, Jen and I set up a makeshift studio in our lounge and did a quick shoot. Most of the photo's were bog standard Page Three shots of Jen standing topless against a plain background, but one or two really stood out. They captured her smile and twinkling eyes perfectly. We did get a bit hot and bothered while we were taking the photo's, but it wasn't until we were looking at them on the computer that we lost control and ended up making love on the floor of the study, in front of the screen. Jen saw finally what I had been telling her, that she was indeed a beauty, and that she could definitely grace the pages of a men's magazine alongside any of the models. It was the start of a great hobby for us, that's lasted till today, and will probably last for many more years to come. Jen realised that she is very attractive, and also, more importantly, that she's quite the little exhibitionist. She really loved showing herself off in front of the camera! I was happy as a clam because I'm a voyeur, so we're a perfect match in all respects. Over the years, whenever we got the urge to have a bit of sexy fun, I'd whip out the camera and we'd indulge in a bit of photographic foreplay. Jen's become a lot more adventurous, and has graduated from doing purely topless shots to doing everything she can think of in front of the camera. I am, indeed, a happy man. Lucky too, to have a wife who lets me indulge my peculiar little hobby. I'm still a geek, though, and have since traded in that first camera for a better model. The running joke in our house is that a new camera hasn't been tested properly until it's seen Jen naked. All my cameras have been thoroughly tested, let me assure you! Our collection of nudes of Jen has grown over the years, and we have quite a few now. Over 2000, at last count. Most of them are pretty tame, like the earliest ones showing her topless or nude around the house. As she got more comfortable being photographed, she let me take slightly more risqué ones of her spread totally open, or masturbating with fingers or dildos, and even of the two of us having sex. My personal favourites are those "grab shots" of her naked around the house. Somehow they're the most erotic. Not the most titillating, but erotic...and yes, there's a huge difference between the two. A major development was the first time Jen truly realised that other men found her attractive. I'd been a bad boy, and had posted one or two photo's on the 'net one night when I'd had a beer or two too many. They were thankfully well masked, or she'd have castrated me. I'd posted them in the newsgroups. I think it was something like alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.amateurs Whatever group it was, I got a couple of replies from guys that basically said they would love to fuck her. Well, I showed her the replies, and she was stunned. That was a turning point. She agreed to post a few more, just to see if anyone else thought she was sexy. The replies were great, and ever since then she's been even happier to pose for me, and happy to let me show her off to the world via the internet. That's where my little kink comes in. Somewhere along the way, I found out that the thought of letting guys see Jen naked was a massive turnon for me too. I can't explain it, but I know it's one of the things that makes me come like a horse. Jen couldn't understand it at first, but over time she's come to accept it, and also her desire to let people see her nude body. For a while we were content just to do nudes and the occasional porn shot that we ended up posting, but soon that even got to be boring. No, boring's not the right word. We wanted to make the pictures different to those we saw posted by others who shared our hobby. We started doing themes, getting Jen dressed up in a costume, or something like that. It wasn't until we were asked to do a shoot outdoors that Jen really found out what she loved. A regular in the newsgroups suggested a shoot in the forest, a nice backdrop for Jen's nude body. We thought "What the hell" and one weekend set off for a walk in a nearby nature reserve. Along the way Jen would occasionally stop and pose for me, at first fully clothed, but I soon talked her into taking off her top. Our first outdoor topless shot still makes me horny! By the time we got back to the house, we were so horny, we fucked in the car in our garage. We couldn't wait to even get inside. When we discussed the shoot afterwards, we found out that Jen's exhibitionist tendencies were definitely deepening, and that she was now interested in taking photo's in places where we could get caught, or at the very least, seen. She got off on the idea of someone, preferably another man, seeing her. That was another turning point for us, when we openly admitted to each other the possibility of introducing a third person into our sex life, even an anonymous one in a purely voyeuristic capacity. This takes us up to the time we first exchanged photo's with Jim. He wasn't really the first person to see her naked, but he was the first person we knew who got to see them, and the first person to see her unmasked, so to speak. Our relationship with Jim is fairly well documented in the stories, so I won't repeat it here. I will say, however, that after our experiences with him, we've reached another turning point. The threesomes we had with him were wonderful, and will live in our memories forever as something we've done and enjoyed. What we won't do is have another threesome with another man or woman. We've discussed it in great depth, and while we loved every minute of it, we feel that it was something we could only have done with Jim. That friendship is built over twelve long years and is a very deep and special one. A one night stand with another guy or woman won't have the same meaning for us. Anyway, back to the point, which is that our experience with Jim changed our focus somewhat (pun unintentional). We discovered a lot about ourselves and our needs. This may sound cryptic, but we've discovered that Jen is basically a passive exhibitionist, or at least that's what turns her on the most. She loves posing nude, and will still do so very happily, posting pictures to our new home here at Literotica, but she really loves the "accidental" flashes, where she can actually flash a guy without being branded an easy lay or a slut (She loves pretending to be a slut for me, but she's not). She loves knowing they've seen her boobs or bum or pussy, without her being seen as an easy target for unwelcome attention. Just being seen is enough to sometimes give her an instant orgasm. For my part, I have to say I love the idea too. I love knowing another guy's seen my wife's naughty bits. We have also discussed another alternative which she really loves, but hasn't gotten round to trying out yet. It's our latest fantasy, and one which we're determined to fulfill soon. It's still on the passive exhibitionist theme, but involves more direct participation from myself and another person. What we'd like to do (and from here on in, it's purely fantasy, at least for the moment) is have me expose her to another guy. Our ideal situation is for Jen to dress up in an outfit that looks respectable initially, but is very easy to open up discretely. She'll wear it with either nothing, or sexy lingerie, underneath when we go out. The place will be semi public, perhaps a bar or a club, or even a movie theatre. Once we're there, we'll look out for a likely person, or perhaps we'll arrange to meet with someone we know socially. Who knows? Whatever the case, Jen will be totally passive, and will let me do whatever I want to her. The way I see it happening is we'll be in a bar, in a secluded booth near the back. The lighting is dim, but not so dark that you can't see anything. We'll see our voyeur, and we'll set things in motion. I'll whisper in Jen's ear that he's watching, and she'll catch his eye, smile to let him know that it's all ok, and will then close her eyes and lean her head back against the seat. From then on in, I'll be the one to control things. Maybe at first I'll just cuddle with her, relax her a bit, make her just a little bit horny (cuddling does that to her) before I start discretely touching her boobs. I'll make sure our watcher is paying close attention, and then I'll start quietly unbuttoning her blouse. Of course, only our intended audience will be able to see this. I'll flip open the top, letting him catch a quick glimpse of boob, maybe letting him see a hint of nipple before covering her up again. I know Jen will have a smile on her face. She loves being seen. Her heart will be pounding, and I know she'll already be a bit wet. I'll wait a few moments, and then surreptitiously open up her top gain, this time a bit longer, and let the voyeur get a good look at her breast, and see just how her nipple is standing erect. Just the one side. The other will be revealed later... All this time, Jen will be lying back against the seat, eyes closed, smiling to herself, enjoying the feeling of being exposed to someone's gaze...I know she'll love it... Then, if all is still going well, perhaps I'll motion to the voyeur to join us in the booth. He comes over, unsure of what to expect, but is reassured when both Jen and I smile up at him and ask him to sit down with us, and have a drink. I'll explain that I like to let guys look at Jen, but that that is as far as it goes. If he is willing to leave it at that, we can have a lot of fun. I imagine very few guys will say no to that...and if he's really good, he may even be able to touch her, feel her up a bit... Jen will look at him, smile again, and close her eyes. Making sure no-one else can see, I will ask him if he'd like to see more, and then open up Jen's blouse again, this time letting him get a clear view of her boobs, nipples rock hard already. I can imagine his eyes roaming over her exposed breasts, appreciating the round softness, and the dark aureoles, the stiffened nipples. I can imagine him smiling to indicate he likes them. I'll close Jen's blouse again, and we'll chat about inconsequential things for a while, perhaps have a quiet drink before we continue. I'll then tell Jen that our new friend is allowed to look whenever he wants, and that all he has to do is tell her to open up and she must. She agrees, smiling demurely. Our friend will obviously want to see how well she follows orders, and will soon ask her to open her top. Jen will comply without a fuss, opening her blouse and showing him her tits. Perhaps at this stage I'll reach across and tweak a nipple, to get her already wet pussy even wetter. At about this time, I'll suggest we go to some place quieter, maybe the beach, which is a short walk away. We pay the cheque and head out. Jen will be told to open her blouse and let her tits show as soon as we get to a nice deserted section of the beach. I may even take her top off completely, if there's only the three of us around. I can see myself standing behind Jen, our friend in front of her, watching as I fondle her boobs, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Our friend will no doubt be horny already, and we'll suggest that if he wants to, now will be the right time to take out his cock and wank himself, while I fondle Jen some more. I know Jen will look, just to see how big his cock is. If it's big and hard, and she knows he's hard from seeing her tits, she'll definitely do more. Maybe even let him touch her. I'll tell him it's unfair that he's got his cock out and her pussy is still covered, and will turn Jen around and lift the back of her skirt. I'll let him see her naked bum, and will tell her to bend over so our friend can get a better view. As she does this, I'll spread apart her cheeks and let him look at her beautiful asshole, and further down, her juicy wet pussy. I can feel Jen beginning to squirm, knowing that the guy is stroking his cock while looking at her. I can see the wetness between her legs, and feel the heat as I pull her cheeks apart further. I push a finger quickly into her cunt, feeling her slick heat. I can feel the waves of her first orgasm hit... After the first orgasm, I know Jen will do absolutely anything I tell her to, so I tell her to lie down on the sand. She does as I command, and almost automatically spreads her legs. Both myself and our voyeur friend have a clear view of her neatly trimmed pussy. We both appreciate the view, and I get Jen to open it up for us so we can see the wetness more clearly. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back, and she delicately spreads the lips of her pussy wide. I take a chance, and tell our friend that he can take a closer look if he wants. Cock in hand, he kneels down in front of Jen, and peers closely between Jen's spread thighs at her marvelously wet pussy. I know that I can take it one step further, and tell Jen to masturbate for our friend. She does it instantly, rubbing her clit quickly, slipping first one, then two and then three fingers inside herself. As her orgasm approaches, I tell the voyeur that if he wants, he can feel her up, but no more. He is happy to do that, and quickly reaches out and replaces Jen's fingers with two of his own. Both Jen and I are in seventh heaven. She because she's been forced to expose herself to a stranger, been made to lie down, legs spread wide while a stranger puts his fingers up her, and me because I'm watching my wife get felt up by a guy we've just met. We both love it!!! I tell our friend that it's time for Jen and I to go, and he reluctantly gets up, pulling his fingers out of Jen slowly. Jen replaces them with her own fingers and furiously rubs herself to yet another climax. I can see our friend is still in need of release, and feeling sorry for him, I tell him that he can watch Jen suck me off quickly. He moves up close while Jen gets into position in front of me. I open up my trousers and pull my stiff cock out. Jen leans forward and rapidly engulfs my cock in her hot mouth. I don't last long, and quickly come. Jen swallows what she can, and lets some come drip down onto her tits. Our voyeur friend is busily jerking his cock, and we see he's close to coming too. I order Jen onto her hands and knees, and flip up the back of her skirt, letting the voyeur see again her beautiful bum. I spread her cheeks a last time, and motion for the voyeur to come closer. With a final jerk, his cock begins spraying over Jen's spread ass cheeks. As I said, it's a fantasy, and perhaps one day soon we'll be able to write in and let everyone know it's not a fantasy any more... What's Next? All the things I am going to write about are true. The names have been changed because my Master told me to change them. Several months ago, I met my Master in a chat room. It seemed he had the attention of the ladies in the room, so at first I didn't think he noticed me. While others threw themselves at him, I was more reserved. Soon he began talking about things I had some knowledge about and we started talking. We didn't start out talking sexually, although he always seemed to be flirting with the women in the room. We just ended up in more and more private conversations. When I finally gave him my phone number, I never expected him to call. He just didn't seem like he was interested in that. One night we were chatting online and my phone rang. The voice saying hello was unfamiliar, but I suspected I knew who the caller was. As I attempted to figure out the identity of this caller, my IM light began blinking incessantly. "Hello? Are you there?" Fortunately I have a mobile phone and was able to hold the phone to my ear and type, "I am here." "Where did you go?" "brb, phone" "OIC, the man on the phone is more interesting than I am." My mind was torn between the conversation with the stranger on the phone and my friend on the computer. I told the voice on the phone, "Hold on for a second." "I don't know who is on the phone." Then it clicked. "Is it you?" Almost simultaneously, the voice on the phone and the instant message asked, "What are you wearing? I knew then the person I was chatting with was indeed him. I was so excited that maybe he was interested. As we began to talk I stopped typing cause I finally was talking with him as I always wanted. At first we talked in general how his business trip was going and so on until the conversation became sexual. He told me to go lay on the couch so I could get more comfortable as we talked.. What's your favorite position he asked? I giggled and said rather quietly that doggie was my favorite position. I was a little nervous telling him my deepest secrets; but compelled to do so. I heard him say mmmmm as I told him things so I felt like I was going in the right direction. He told me to touch myself as we talked and I remember the way it made me feel. Soon I was begging for him to let me cum, but he made me wait. He would bring me so close and then make me wait. As we played he would stop me or ask me touch a different spot. I want to suck your cock I told him. How would you do it was his reply. I told him first I would start with a long kiss and then move to his ear. Nibbling the lobe and rimming the shell. MMMMM he said; so I knew he was enjoying this. What next he asked? Then I would move down to your neck giving little bites along the way. Keep going he said. I smiled as I told him how I would lick my way down his chest. Nibbling on first one nipple and then the other. By this point I was really excited because giving head is one of my favorite things to do. Don't stop now I heard over the line. I then told him I would run my tongue down his chest following the line of hair I like to call the goodie trail. As I reached his cock I would kiss and lick around his cock without touching. Damn I heard him say so it gave me the courage to go on. Then I would take your cock into my hand I told him. I am going to lick just the head and then along the slit. I had my dildo so as I told him what I was doing I proceeded to do it to my dildo so he would know the sounds I was making. Then I would move down to your balls sucking one and then the other into my mouth I told him. Of yeah I like that I heard. Now I am going to take you deep into my mouth sucking you deep. I sucked it in deep being sure to make sucking noises. I wanted to excite like no one had before. . The feeling was so intense it was as though he was there with me. I was so excited. I reached down and played with my clit as I continued to suck him. I am going to fuck you now he told me. I was so ready. Yes fuck me; fuck me now I said. First I am going to put your legs over my shoulders and drive my cock into your pussy. Oh fuck yeah do it I shouted. .Then he said he would turn me over and fuck me doggie style. I told him to pull my hair and fuck me hard. I could feel his hard cock going in and out of my wet pussy. I felt his balls slapping my ass with each stroke. Finally he allowed me to cum and it was stronger than ever before. I begged for more. And so the game began. We began to talk daily, sometimes for hours. Each time there was sexual innuendo but we didn't get to play each time. I began to call him Master, because I felt he controlled me. I want to make him happy. He told me he was going to give me assignments to accomplish each day. I knew that I had to obey him. As we said good night he told me my first assignment. I was nervous I listened intently wondering if I could surpass his expectations of me. That was the first of a list of assignments. This is why I am writing this story because it's my assignment for the day. As I went to work that morning I remembered what he said my first task would be. I must say that I had a hard time driving in that morning. As I thought of it I pictured in my mind what his reaction would be that night as I told him. I knew my pussy was getting wet so I moved around in my seat trying to get comfortable which only brought my panties closer to my clit. My task was to go into the bathroom at certain intervals during the day and play with my clit not coming but coming as close as possible. We sent messages back and forth that day. I telling him of my frustrations of being so turned on he telling me to take it a step further knowing I could do it. Each time I would go into the bathroom I would think of him and in no time I was close to coming. Once I almost screamed out his name which I know I wasn't supposed to do. He is my Master no other name is needed. I could hardly wait for the day to end knowing he would soon be fucking me. My next assignment was to rub my pussy and clit while I chatted with him. Then I would have to insert ice into my pussy while rubbing my clit. As the ice melted I then had to insert something warm. He would say he had to leave for a second but I had to continue. BRB he said, hurry back was my reply. I figured I could ease up for a second because the feeling was intense. That was a test I heard him say as we used a mic on all our conversations. I had to ease up for a second I told him. Never do that again he demanded because I will know if you stop. Now you have to try twice as hard to make me cum he told me. It felt so good I wanted to cum right away; but always held on for more. He would tell me what he was going to do to me; letting me know how excited he was. He would always fuck me a different way each time more intense than the last. Smack that ass he demanded oh yes I said. As I began to smack my ass as hard as I could. Ram that cock up your ass fuck it hard. I remember the first time I did so. Oh my the pleasure was so intense I came hard. But still we continued. I remember coming over and over that night. It holds so many wonderful memories for me. Then I would put my dildo in again and again and fuck myself. The feeling was so intense I thought I would lose consciousness a time or two. We didn't play for a while after that which just made me want it more. From then on I only called him Master. I wanted to please him. Our games became more intense with each night. We would send each other email with sexual innuendos. I would tell him how I wanted to suck his cock until I felt the cum hitting the back of my throat. I wanted him to fuck my tits so I could taste the head of his cock as it slid thru my breasts. He would have me suck his cock and then put the dildo in and fuck myself hard. I always wanted to make him cum because I felt I didn't do my job if he didn't. As each task was set before me I wanted to surpass each one to give him more pleasure than ever before. I would sit each night obediently waiting for my next assignment. The next step was to send me movies to watch while I played. Now he had stepped it up a notch. I had to play the whole time but could not cum. As I watched of course I was thinking only of him and ways that I could satisfy him. As I watched the woman in the movie being fucked roughly of course it was I that was getting it done to by him. As he smacked her tits I wanted mine smacked. So what was happening on the movie was soon happening to me. It made me hotter than ever. Each smack made me beg for more. I couldn't get enough. I know I couldn't cum but I wanted to make it good for him Please fuck me Master I begged. Who are you fucking he would say to me. You Master I screamed. Make me your bitch please Master I begged. To be my bitch you must let me fuck your ass he said. Do it fuck my ass hard Master. I want it so bad .Smack my ass Master fuck me I begged. When he got close he fucked my mouth and held my head down on his cock until I gagged. But that didn't stop me I wanted to taste his cum. I continued sucking and licking his cock till I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat; I swallowed it all down. I told him I would lick the cum off his cock and clean him up for that was part of my job. He wanted to see how far I would go in watching the movies, to push the envelope if you will. So I was unsure what he would send me next. Little did I know it would get a very surprising effect out of me. The next movie he sent had two women and a man in it. I never really thought about another woman but watching it made me hot cause I knew he wanted that.. I told him as I watched what I was feeling. I wanted to be the woman in the video. I wanted to kiss her lips and suck her tits. As I watched the woman get fucked in the ass while she ate the other woman's pussy I imagined myself in that position. I wanted him to fuck me while I was eating her. I told him that to see his reaction. I could tell he wanted that too. That hasn't happened yet but who knows. LOL Each time we play I get closer and closer knowing I can't cum until my Master says I can. But knowing he cums each time is enough for me. He brings me closer and closer till I almost scream in ecstasy; stopping just short of cumming. I wait in anticipation of each episode knowing each one will bring me closer to cumming one day. The next assignment was to go to a local convenience store for coffee early in the morning. I was unsure of this because I didn't know how I would respond to a complete stranger. The first morning I was supposed to wear something revealing. Each time I would wear something more provocative. Each morning I would go in braless so he could see my nipples. I would innocently lean against him so he could feel my hard nipples. As the week progressed I became more daring with him. My Master had me to insert ice before entering the store knowing how excited that made me. He wanted to see how far I would go with him. One evening while we chatted he asked me would I service someone for him. If you asked me to I replied. Knowing what I was agreeing to but couldn't say no. This past Wednesday morning when I went in I had on a tight top and jeans knowing it would show my nipples quite well. After I got my coffee before going to the register; I pulled my top askew so that my nipple peaked out. The thought that a complete stranger would see my nipple really excited me. I gave it an extra tweak nice and hard so it would really be visible. As I went to the register the clerk had a surprised look on his face. He looked down at my chest rarely meeting my eyes. He told me I might want to fix my shirt; I look down innocently and adjust my shirt thanking him as I leave the store. I could feel his eyes on me watching me leave. I was hoping that he was as turned on as I. I could hardly wait to get back home cause I knew my Master would be checking in to make sure I had completed my task. As we talked he told me I did a good job but I needed to do more tomorrow. We played for as long as time permitted before I had to leave for work. On Thursday as I entered he was back at the coffee maker so he played perfectly into my hands. I had to accomplish my task for the day. I came up to him and ran my nails down his arm telling him how he made my morning being so sweet and kind. I leaned in and kissed his cheek telling him again thanks for telling me about my nipple showing. As I leaned over for a lid I made sure my hard nipples brushed against his arm and chest. When we got to the register I noticed he adjusted himself so I knew I had excited him. I thought of taking him into the restroom to take care of his problem but I didn't have permission from my Master.As I took my change I held his hand and thanked him yet again for being so sweet. Later that night I told my Master what I done and he seemed pleased with my effort, Soon we were playing yet again. I put the dildo inside my pussy and had the vibrator between my legs and then sat in the chair. The pleasure was intense. I played with my clit as we talked. My Master told me to pull the skin back above my clit and then sit down again letting the vibrator hit my clit. The pleasure was as none before (until this morning but that comes later). He had me tell him in detail of the morning escapades. He had me fuck the dildo hard and then suck it deep into my mouth until I gagged. Then I put it back in my pussy until he came. As we were saying good night I was kind of sad cause I knew I wouldn't get to talk to him Friday night because he had plans. Then he told me of my next assignment. I was to go to a strip club and get my first lap dance. I was a little nervous of the assignment because I had never done that before. So after leaving work I picked one of the strip clubs not knowing it was a nude one. LOL As I enter I look around trying to pick the woman for my dance. I watched the women interact with the men to see which would be the most daring. I decided on a blonde with nice breasts. As she led me to a separate room I was nervous yet excited. What brings you here she asked. I thought to myself what do I tell her. I remembered my Master told me I could bring him into the conversation so that's how I started. I have a Master and he ordered me to have a lap dance I told her as she began to move to the music. I explain to her I have to report back to him what all went on. She gave a short laugh and said well lets really give you something to tell him. She tells me to sit on the couch as she started taking off her clothes to the music. I had again inserted ice before entering the club as ordered by my Master. He knows how this affects me so he tells me do this on most occasions. I am really getting excited. I think to myself is it the ice or can I be attracted to what she is doing. She leans in and brings her face close to my chest. Then slowly down my body until she is at my feet. Then she begins to grind on my lap. She brings my hands to her bare breasts and lays them against her. I want you to pinch my nipples she tells me. I am apprehensive but does as she says. Wow I am touching another woman's bare nipples I think to myself.. I am beginning to get more aroused as she continues Then she brings my hands down toward her legs and brings my hands to her pussy. She opens her legs as she grinds bringing my fingers near her clit. I am touching another woman's clit for the first time. I am nervous yet turned on. I want to bring my fingers inside her but I am too scared. I wondered what she tasted like. Maybe I will never know. After the dance she tells me come back if he likes it I am sure I can top that. I give her a nice tip and leave with a smile on my face. I know my Master was supposed to home by midnight so I nervously awaited his call. I hoped I did well on my assignment. I was excited when he called me earlier than expected. He asked if I had a good time. I told I did. As I replayed what happened at the club; I could tell it excited him. As I played with my clit and fucked myself with the dildo I told him in detail as to what happened. I told him I wanted to taste her but didn't have the nerve to do so. He told me that would have been a good thing had I done so. We continued to play bringing me closer and closer. I had to beg him to let me stop for a second because the pleasure was too great. He would let me stop for just a second only to demand me to start again. He would bring me to the edge and then stop me before going over. He made me continue fucking the dildo harder and faster telling me his was going to cum deep in my pussy. The thought of it brought me so close to the edge; but I knew I couldn't go over. As he told me he was cumming it was as though I felt his hot cum hitting the back of my pussy . My next assignment was to be nude when I was at home ready for him at all times. This was something new and invigorating. Knowing that he could ring me at a moment's notice kept wet and ready. If I was talking on the phone with someone I had to insert ice in my pussy and rub my clit. LOL that has gotten quite a reaction from some of my friends. Asking me what's the matter. I come up with something and keep talking.. When he calls he always asks if I do as he says. Sometimes he tricks me aren't you talking to me go get some ice for punishment. I do as I am told but with a smile on my face. Because I know I am going to enjoy what's coming up. Everyone should try the ice/heat method at least once. It's well worth it. Which leads me to this morning. He rang me at the usual time our conversation starting quite innocent. I knew to have my toys close by. As he tells me to get them I become so excited because I want to please him. He tells me to put his cock in my pussy and to sit with the vibrator on. I am supposed to last an hour but I don't know if I can. As we talk I am rubbing my clit as I feel the vibrator hitting me in the right spot. The feeling gets to intense so I beg for him to let me stop for a second. He agrees but it comes at a price. Now I have to turn the vibe on high and sit back down on it. As I continue to fuck the dildo I am told to rotate my hips in time with the vibrator. Asking whose cock are you fucking? Yours Master I reply. I want to ride his cock hard. He tells me he is getting close and when he tells me he is cumming; I am to bounce up and down on the dildo as though I was riding his cock. Over and over I bounce up and down on his cock. Wanting to give him the ride of his life. The pleasure is so intense I almost scream out but I hold myself in check just short of cumming. I tell him this and he laughs knowing I gave him another secret to use against me later. He tells me I might be in trouble a little later. I wonder what this evening holds. Which brings me to this assignment I hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed living it!! I have sent him several revisions but each time he tells me you can do more. It's almost ready he says. I am sitting here wondering if this will be the one you read. I also wonder if I will get to cum in celebration of this story being published? All I can say is stay tuned. LOL What's Next? She hadn't seen him in two years when she finally called and arranged a visit. When she arrived they went out to dinner, laughing and teasing throughout the meal, like they always had. They picked up a twelve pack on the way home. They planned to watch movies, to talk, to catch up. Things friends do after time apart. Platonic things. She wandered around his apartment holding her beer bottle by the neck, her arm hanging at her side, while he sat on the couch watching her move as she looked at pictures and decorations and chatted with him seemingly oblivious to his gaze. Slowly, her hips like liquid always flowing into and out of position, she moved across the room. Her back straight and tall, her shoulders square, her waist, her hips, her breasts all curved perfectly, firm and round. She moved toward the coffee table and opened two beers. She picked them both up and brought one to him. "Do me a favor." She asked him from her height, her knees leaning against the couch in the space between his legs. "Sure." He said dreamily. "Tell me if I'm a good kisser." She moved her legs outside of his and kneeled down on the couch, straddling his lap. "It's just that someone asked me recently and I didn't know what to say." "In the interest of preparedness, then," he said quietly as her lips closed over his. He kissed her back. She pulled away. "K, first let me kiss you, then you can judge me on dynamic interaction and kiss me back." He smiled and settled back. "Sorry." "Don't be," she smiled. "I think this is going very well actually." She covered his mouth with her lips again, parting them slightly, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and traced the inside of his lips with the tip of her tongue. The kissed each lip in turn, sucking ever slightly at each, biting his bottom lip gently. She pushed her tongue further into his mouth and allowed it to unfurl over the front part of his tongue, pushing it slowly up to the roof of his mouth. She pulled away. "OK, now you can kiss me back." He lunged toward her, pulling her close, his hands on her back, her hands on his face. He pulled at her shirt and she raised her arms obediently, her hands floating down to rest on his chest just as he finished removing his own shirt. She stood up in front of him, and pulled him to his feet, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants, as he opened the button on her skirt and pulled it down. She stepped back slightly looking at his erection as it lay against the bottom of his stomach. She caressed it thoughtfully, gently with the back of her index finger making long strokes up the shaft and over the tip. She made a ring with her fingers and around the base of his shaft, stretching the thin skin slightly as she slid her fingers up toward the head. She led him to a kitchen chair and sat him down, straddling him she began to pass her sex up and down over the length of his erection, lubricating it slowly as she rubbed it against her inner lips, across her wet hot opening. She stood slowly, rolling her body upward, and she rubbed her breasts over his face. He licked her nipple, sharp quick bursts, and then took it into his mouth, tracing circles around it with his tongue. She twisted his hair in circles around her fingers, moaning quietly, and her head fell back slightly as he began to trace his hands up and down the sides of her waist, from her hips to her breasts. He moved his fingers toward her slit, and passed two fingers over her lips, then slipped a finger into her opening. She gasped and pulled at his hair unconsciously. He pulled his mouth from her breast and looked up at her, her head tilted back slightly, her mouth opened. He pulled out his fingers and placed his hands on the front of her hips, pressing her back slightly. "Turn around," he said. She stood and turned around and he caressed her ass and her hips until the desire overcame him and he drew a line of saliva up each cheek with his tongue. "Spread, your legs, and lean forward." She obeyed, resting her elbows on the table in front of them. He slipped the middle finger of his left hand into her saturated opening. He pulled it out, slipped his right middle finger in instead and then carefully worked his lubricated left finger into her asshole. He worked the finger in her pussy, pressing it up, and toward him at the same time. After less than a minute, he felt her gushing around his finger as her hips shook convulsively and her voice droned—so low he could almost feel it vibrate through her pussy—"Oh, fuck me." I intend to, he whispered back and pulled her toward his towering erection. He helped her align herself, and then rested his hands on her hips. She lowered her self slowly on to his cock, groaning luxuriously as she did, her hands resting on his knees for support. He watched the taut muscles in the small of her back and felt them in her hips as she lowered herself onto him, rolling her hips forward, and tugging on him with her satin-covered inner muscles every time she rose up again. She came soon, and he could feel waves of hot fluids rushing over his shaft and her entire body began to tremble, her muscles convulsing wildly around his cock until he came as well, shooting white, hot semen into her wall and making her sob in near desperation, as if she felt unequal to the next orgasm that ripped through her nervous system. She sat on his lap, his erection subsiding inside of her, her head hanging forward, panting heavily. One of her hands slipped of his knee and she lurched forward a bit. He forced his hands under her arms, around her front and pulled her back toward him, his hands on her shoulders, supporting the weight of her torso—which she had now relinquished entirely. There was a V of space in between them, as she seemed either unwilling to or incapable of sitting upright. He moved one hand across her chest to support the opposite shoulder, so that he was holding her up like the shoulder strap of a seat belt. He used his free hand to move her hair away from the back of her neck and laid his lips softly on the skin just at the nape of her neck. He moved his mouth down slowly, tonguing the space between each of her cervical vertebrae. He kissed her shoulders, her shoulder blades, the her lats as they expanded and contracted rapidly with her heavy breathing. He licked along the skin covering her ribs, and then once up her spine from the middle of her back to her neck. She tasted salty, and kind of like garlic. "What'd you eat for lunch?" "Steak." "And garlic fries?" "Garlic potatoes, why?" "I can taste it." She sat up finally and laid her head back against his shoulder. He moved his hands down to her breasts, rubbing them slowly upward, then in circles, pinching and twisting her nipples. He could feel her warm up around his cock and her muscles would contract spastically ever time he turned them just right. She was still and quiet, her hands gently caressing his as they moved over her breasts. Only her inner muscles twitched and pulled intermittently. After a minute she lifted off of him slowly. "Dude," she said, as she looked down at the mess in his lap with feigned concern. "Wanna shower?" He nodded and smiled, chuckling as she waddled toward the bathroom as if she had just shit herself or something. "What the fuck," he asked her laughing. She turned and looked at him. "I don't know, it feels like I pissed myself, for shit sake. I don't wanna rub it in. Mental block I guess." He caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders laughing in her ear. "Oh, I thought maybe my enormous dick made you sore." "Ha," she spat out cruelly. "Yeah right." He reached down and twisted her nipple painfully. "Don't be a bitch," he whispered threateningly, "or I'll treat you like one." He pushed her away and smacked her ass. She looked back over her shoulder and whispered, "Harder, daddy, I've been bad." He smacked her again, his erection returning, his head lifting eagerly at the rumor of her tantalizing voice, the smooth curve of her ass. She was well built, very toned with full breasts, and strong, hard ass. He knew she was strong. He had put on gloves with her once before and let her hit, and she could definitely deliver. And she was so damn spiteful and contrary sometimes, stubborn, strong-willed. She liked to fight. She had turned, and she was watching him think now. As if she was reading his thoughts, she spoke to him, her voice low and taunting. "What? Do you wanna try and make me sore, or don't you think you can?" He flung himself toward her violently before she had time to react, smashing her body into the wall. His hands however, had gone to cover her shoulder blades, instinctively, because they had appeared so fragile earlier, under her taut, young skin. Her hands moved up at the force of the impact and he wrenched his hands form between her back and the wall and raised them to deftly catch her wrists before she began flailing at him. He kissed her hard, closing one hand around both of her wrists above her head as he moved his free hand up to the nape of her neck, raking his fingers through the delicate hair and pulling her head back. She gasped sharply and then began to moan eagerly as he licked her neck in wide swaths, then drew her flesh into his mouth sucking and nibbling at the smooth skin. His head moved down and he bit her on the thickest part of the side of her neck, hard enough to bruise, but not to draw blood. She shrieked and wrenched herself violently away, pulling her arms down hard from the circle of his hand. He lost his grip, but she had not freed herself from the force of his body pressing her against the wall. He caught her wrists again before she began to hit him and twisted her arms down behind her back, turning her body away from him, he forced her toward the bedroom. He shoved her onto the bed, pinning her down with his knee in her back while he reached a tie strewn over the bedside table. He forced her onto her back and twisted the tie around her hands and secured it to the headboard. She struggled for just a moment, testing the strength of the knots while he walked around the bed looking at her from every angel. There was enough slack in the tie above her, that she could lay the top half of one arm across her eyes. She looked beautiful there, the lift of her arm, separating and lifting her breasts, her eyes covered, only her full lips and the tip of her nose visible. "Bend up your legs." She complied. "Now drop them open." She obeyed. He gazed at her sex between her open legs. It was slick with her excitement. He began to trace his finger through her slit from her ass hole to her clit and she shivered with excitement he looked up at her lovely mouth and said, "You have the most beautiful cunt." The motion of her lips when she spoke entranced him: "I love the way that sounds. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....cunt," she said throwing the hard k sound out from the back of her throat and aspirating loudly on the final t sound. "I want your tongue in my cunt, lover, her mouth said slowly, "I want your long, hard dick in my cunt." He couldn't help but concede to her request, climbing over the low footboard, he bent her knees up toward their chest and pushed them apart. He lowered his head slowly and licked her once, hard from asshole to clit. She shivered, her arm still draped over her eyes. He placed his hand over her diaphragm feeling for the vibration of her moaning as he tongued her repeatedly in long strokes. A moan caught in her throat like a sob because she wanted him inside of her, he knew, but she wouldn't ask—yet. So he continued, slipping his tongue into the folds of flesh, flicking his tongue against her erect clit, sticking his tongue deeper, deeper into her pulsing, pounding canal, sipping eagerly at the flood of viscous fluid. Waiting for her to desire to overcome her pride. Waiting for her to ask. "Please," she said quietly, and perhaps she had not said anything at all, so he withdrew his tongue, keeping his face close to the heat radiating from her, close to the smell and the slick. She remained silent but began to press herself down toward his face again, begging him with the thrust of her hips, but he moved back, keeping close enough that she could feel his proximity and the possibility. And again, quietly, "Please," she breathed at him, her hips rolling up and down eagerly. "Did you say something?" Her mouth widened slowly into a radiant smile, her arm still draped over her eyes. "I did." "I'm sorry, darling, I didn't hear you." "I said," she started, pausing to pass her tongue over her lips, to prepare herself for her admission. "I said, please" "Please what?" "Fuck me, asshole. Please, please fuck me. Please, please, please." He passed his tongue slowly from her sex to her belly button. "Please," she moaned again, smiling. "Please, please fuck me, lover. I want you inside me." His tongue moved again from her belly button to her breastbone. "Please," she laughed. His tongue moved around her nipple slowly, sucking, carefully. "Please," she growled through her clenched teeth, and he laughed. "You fucking asshole," she laughed, pulling desperately at the tie, fumbling with the knot. Her hands came loose and caught him hard on the side of the head. "Bitch," he mumbled, rolling off her. She slung her leg over him, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her lunging, grasping, groping center. He moaned in spite of himself, the sound of his pleasure replacing the next stream of curse words he had planned to throw at her for hitting him in the temple. She rose off him until her eager cunt almost lost him and then pressed her hips down hard again, forcing him deep inside of her, clenching him tightly. He moaned again, flattening his hands against the front of her abdomen, following her up and downward motions, his long fingers resting just under her breasts, the sensitive tips of his fingers pressing into the underside of her breasts when she moved up again and before her breasts caught the momentum to follow her upward trajectory. He watched this with fascination. "I like your hands there." She told him, and then her head dropped back and she began to moan, chanting under her breath: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," until the word devolved into frantic yelps as her muscles tightened around him like a vice pulling him into an orgasm of his own, pulling out his seed. Her hands closed around his fingers, squeezing them tightly as the explosion of his orgasm drove hers higher and higher. His eyes were closed, lingering over his delicious orgasm and he felt her grip relax and she sighed expansively. She remained where she was for a while, spreading her hands over his abdomen, pressing against the muscles of his torso with her palms, her long fingers, her finger tips while his hands rested on her outer hips, watching her face as she watched her hands press into his firm flesh. "Thank you," she said finally, her voice low, her eyes lowered. She looked up at him, gazing at her evenly, studying her. She pulled her body up and moved to his side laying back with her head toward his feet, rolling over onto her side and folding one leg up across his stomach her foot pointed slightly resting against his opposite arm. He rested his hand on the side of her hip, caressing her butt slowly, slipping his fingers up into her the folds of her lips and her still warm, wet hole on occasion, and then caressing her butt again. He ran the back of his hand up and down the back of her thigh, then back to her butt, and down again to finger her asshole and her slit. He could feel her foot pointing and flexing against his arm every time his fingers strayed into her sex. "Did we ruin it, then?" She asked him, teasing. "Yeah, but it wasn't doing so well anyway. I haven't seen you...in years. We weren't really friends anymore anyway." She laughed. "I didn't like being friends with you anyway." "Why?" "Because you would never fuck me when we were friends. And forgive me if I am plain, but I really only ever wanted your dick." "Well, I feel like a whore. Like a man-whore." She laughed again. "So what's next?" He sighed. "See, this is the shit I didn't want to deal with. You know we're no good for each other...we can't have a 'next'" "I know, asshole," she said, "but I wasn't asking you to take me fucking ring shopping. I was just wondering where and how you would like to stick it in me next. For example, if I might cast a vote, I would like to cast it for doggy-style. And how 'bout if you make me come twice before you do, I'll put your sticky cock in my beautiful mouth and suck a few moans and a mouthful of cum out of you." He pinched her ass, hard and she jumped. "Son of a bitch!" "Don't talk about my mother that way, cunt," he growled, pushing her leg off of his abdomen and then pushing himself up to his knees. "Spread your goddamned legs and let's keep in mind the fact that you have just asked me to fuck you like a bitch. Those who live in glass houses..." "Shut up and start throwing your fucking stones, asshole," she said, spreading her knees further a part, and arching her back to lift her eager sex up toward his probing cock. She woke up at seven, his arm flung across her lower back sleeping deeply. She watched him for a moment until he twitched and rolled away from her. She eased herself out of the bed, quietly. She wanted him again, wanted him to wake up to the sensation of her tongue sliding up and down his shaft, but she didn't want to talk to him. She didn't want to have to strut around acting carefree and thinking of clever ways to demonstrate to him her nonchalance about the whole encounter. She certainly didn't care, really. She assumed that they would not do this a second time, but she hated the idea of convincing him that she didn't care. So she dressed, brushed her teeth quietly in his kitchen sink, so he wouldn't hear her, and let herself out into the balmy spring morning. Once her feet hit the street, she laughed, loudly, expansively, spun around once, skipped a few times to her car, laughed again, and drove away, back to her quiet town, to the solace of her quiet home.