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Games

By: Quiet_Cool



She'd started the games. Why I'm not sure. Perhaps she was just bored with our usual sex-play. Perhaps she was concerned I was. Or maybe she'd planned the change from the beginning, deciding to slowly integrate it instead of forcing it on me. One way or another, she'd started the games.

It started with a simple one. I came home and found her sitting stark naked, aside from a pair of black high-heels, on the porch swing, in open view of all the neighbors should they look in the direction of our house. I caught sight of her while getting out of my car and stopped short, my jaw dropping open and the bag of groceries I'd brought from the store falling from my right hand and striking the concrete with a series of thuds. She just sat there for a moment, legs crossed, long red hair laying in curls over her breasts, smiling back at me, clearly amused at my reaction.

"Honey?" My own voice sounded like a croak.

Her smile widened, then she uncrossed her legs and stood to full height, plus a few inches from the heels. Her long, slender legs caught my eyes first, as they usually did. I scanned up them to her hips, not too narrow but not too wide, then her trim waist, then the swell of her breasts, still mostly covered by that mane of red curls, then her face, soft complexion with beautiful features, accentuated by beautiful blue eyes that seemed to shine out through the darkness toward me. The porch light reflected off her well-tanned figure, and for some reason, I thought, "She's been sunbathing nude. I'll be damned."

She stood there for a moment, allowing me to linger in my own amazement, then she started toward me, moving deliberately down the cement porch steps and sidewalk. 

I glanced around, surveying the neighborhood for anyone who might be watching. Our neighborhood was exactly like so many others, uniform in every way, each house barely different from the next to the point where you almost have to count houses to make sure you're parking in the right driveway. That night was like every Wednesday night was after dark: no one out on the street, a few porch-lights lit, a few living room windows lit from inside, but no one paying much attention.

When I turned my attention back to her¾I should say my eyes, because my mind had never changed its focus¾she was standing right in front of me, her smile wider than ever, almost daring me to react.

I just stood there for a moment, staring, disbelieving. 

She placed her hands on my chest, pushed me back against the car and raised one finger to her lips, telling me to be silent. I did so, but that might have been more out of shock than in response to her request. She reached down, pulled my shirt from beneath the waist of my pants and worked my belt loose. I stood staring at her as she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled them open, then reached into my boxer-briefs and started massaging my cock. 

She stepped closer, pressing her soft breasts against me and blowing lightly in my ear, an act that usually drives me crazy. I leaned back, resting my weight against the car, then looked around again. No one was watching so far as I can see.

I turned my gaze to her again. As I did, she dropped to her knees before me, pulling my jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh and pushing my shirt up so it wouldn't get in the way. She looked at my cock for a moment, hanging half-erect in front of her, pointing at her nose as she knelt there, then glanced up at me, grinned widely and took it straight down her throat, enveloping it, not stopping until her lips were buried in pubic hair. She pulled away immediately, sucking back as hard as she could, hard enough that when the head came from her lips it made a popping sound. 

She smiled up at me again, a strand of saliva hanging between her lips and the head of my cock, then she went to work on it, sucking the head as if in a frenzy, taking it halfway down a few times, then driving it deep into her throat and pulling back until that same popping sound erupted in the air.

"Like my surprise?" She whispered, stroking my cock with one hand, a few strands of the thick saliva from deep in her throat hanging from her lips and chin, bobbing there as she spoke. I couldn't answer. I just rocked my head back and gasped up at the star-strewn sky. 

She went back to work, licking underneath it as she took it down, her head moving as quickly as her hand had been, quickly enough that when I looked down again, I saw her hair not swaying but swinging wildly in the air beneath her head. She went at it like that for what must have been almost a minute, then drove it deep into her throat again, stopping just long enough to tighten her throat around the head, then pulling back again, looking up to me as she stroked it with her hand, this time the strands of saliva long enough that they clung to the skin beneath her breasts as well as her chin.

I glanced around again, but my inhibitions had been beaten back by her efforts. By then, I couldn't have cared less who might be watching.

She went at it one more time before I reached my end, this time sucking away at full throttle for what might have been three minutes straight. I gasped when I felt the end nearing, then moaned, then sloppily spat the words "I'm gonna cum." She took me halfway down, tightened her lips against the shaft and sucked hard, waiting. My entire body tensed, then relaxed as the first spurt of cum fired into her mouth, then the second, then a third, each with less force than the one it followed.

She started to suck again, this time doing so slowly, draining the last droplets of cum and then letting my penis fall from her lips. I looked down at her, still half in shock, but too spent to care. I waited for her to spit, but instead, she just looked up and smiled, then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to prove it was gone. Then she winked at me and stood, wiping the saliva from her chin. She waved for me to follow her and started back toward the house. I pulled my pants up and followed her. 

The front door leads into the kitchen. Once inside, she went straight to the two large windows that looked out over the street and drew the curtains open. I stood in surprise as she went to the wall near the door and flipped on the bright overhead light, illuminating the kitchen. 

I knew what she was thinking, and now that the shock of the situation was wearing off, I had no intention of going through with it. No matter what she said; no matter what she did.

She winked at me again as she walked to the kitchen table and perched herself on the end of it, spreading her legs wide and laying back on her elbows, in full view of anyone who might wander by the large windows. She shifted her weight onto the small of her back and raised her hips slightly, giving me a full view of her tuft of red pubic hair and the entrance beneath it.

A convincing argument. I decided then that I would give it a shot after all. Why not?

I took in a deep breath, then smiled to myself as I wandered over to her, taking my shirt off and throwing it on the floor. I dropped to my knees and licked up the length of her vagina, dipping my tongue between the lips and flicking the tip of it against the hood that hid her clit. She gasped, then lay back all the way and took my head in her hands, holding it between her thighs. I dipped my tongue inside, stabbing it deep inside then pulling it out again, licking around the lips before repeating the process, speeding up as she moaned more. After a minute or so of stimulation, I worked my way up to her clit, which poked itself from beneath the hood then. I licked at it, sucked it, then licked it again, doing whatever received the best response.

As I did this, I worked my pants down, stopping now and again to stroke my cock. 

I was getting impatient, too aroused to be patient. After a few minutes of going down on her, I pulled my head back, her hands fighting me but losing, then pushed her away from the tables edge and climbed on it as well, laying between her thighs and pushing her legs back onto her chest.

A moment later, I was inside her, pumping away as quickly as I could. She lay beneath me, trying to pump upward but not doing so well in this particular position, moaning and gasping. 

"Wait," she said, after a minute. I slowed to a stop, then leaned back. She drew one leg out from between us, then wrapped it around my waist, reaching a hand down to rub her clit.

"Okay," she said. 

I didn't hesitate, just leaned my weight back down on her and went back at it, meeting full pace in only seconds. The sound of skin striking skin erupted in the room, and I pumped faster, watching her beautiful tits bounce upward until they almost struck her face, then downward, only to be thrown upward again. A few minutes of this, not to mention her moaning, accentuated by her fingers working her clit, and I came again, this time in a sudden burst that fired into her just as she reached her own orgasm. I pumped until every drop had been released then let my weight rest on top of her as we caught our breath. 

We fucked three more times that night, never even changing position from that point on.

And that was where it had started. From then we'd done different things, but none too daring, none that involved others, though I guessed the future held both, at least so long as the games continued. It hadn't prepared me for last week though, couldn't have.

When I got home, she was waiting again. Not naked on the porch again, although that had recurred. This time, she was inside, lying on the couch in her nightgown, acting as if everything was normal. 

She got up when I came into the room however, the mischievous look I'd grown to know so well in her eye. She led me to the bedroom, where the handcuffs waited. Again, I'd seen these before. She lay me down, undressed me, then cuffed me to the bed by my hands. Having done that, she announced she felt like a shower and disappeared into the bathroom, conveniently leaving the door open so I could watch her slip out of the night gown and step behind the shower curtain.

I lay there, listening to the sound of the water hitting the floor of the shower, hearing her sing lightly to herself for almost fifteen minutes before she turned the water off and stepped back into view, her body glistening with water and her long red hair hanging lower than usual in dark red, dripping curls.

She looked to me as she dried off, watching me keenly with those beautiful blue eyes. 

Oh, God, those eyes.

When she was finished, she hung the towel on the rack and grabbed a tube of something from the cabinet before returning to the bedroom. I waited there, watching her climb onto the foot of the bed and crawl toward me on all fours, leaving the tube near my feet. She climbed up beside me, straddled me, and started running her hands all over her chest, moaning loudly as she did. I watched, my eyes glued to those luscious tits, unable to take them away. She licked her fingertips and ran them over her nipples, then drew circles around the areoles, teasing them to attention, watching my face the entire time.

The mischievous smile playing at her lips again, she began to grind against my chest, the wetness between her legs dampening the hair on my chest as she did so. At first she watched me, keeping her attention focused on my arousal. Then, as she continued to grind, her breathing quickened, and I glanced up to see her head raised slightly, eyes closed. She was grinding faster by then, and her pussy lips were pressed tightly against my skin, her clit, still mostly hidden by the hood, rubbing just above them.

She gasped, grinding faster for a second, then slowing again, only to move faster and gasp again, this time moaning afterward. Her hands had taken firm grips on her breasts, her index fingers still working their circles on her nipples, which were now wet where she'd apparently rubbed spit on them for lubrication.

As she sped her pace again, a hand found its way down to her hips, as though she could press herself tighter against me with that hand pressing downward there. A second later, she'd raised herself from my chest, just slightly, and slipped a hand between us, rubbing her clit with the combination of her index and middle fingers, still grinding her hips, but then doing so into her hand. In her excitement, she'd left my chest soak and wet, and as she worked herself into a frenzy above me, more juices flowed down each leg and rang along my ribcage. 

I couldn't have cared less at that point. I was watching her, wanting to touch her but unable to with my hands bound. Wanting to fuck her, but powerless. I could only watch, take in the smell of her arousal, and try to ignore the erection that was throbbing behind her.

She moaned loudly, her hand working overtime, and ground into her fingers, her limbs trembling lightly and her head thrown back, wet hair clinging to her breasts and shoulders and back. I closed my eyes, not sure if I could keep them closed, but unable to watch any longer. I felt as though I might burst should I get any more excited.

I could still feel her there though, her juices rolling across my skin and the bed shaking from her thrusting hips. Her legs trembled against my ribcage, and the heat from above was immense. And the sound…her gasps and moans seemed even more impossible to ignore without the sight above to distract me.

Finally, she settled, slowing to a stop, gasping for a moment longer, then letting her weight fall back onto my chest. I felt her hands press into the mattress on either side of my head and her hair fall over my face. Her breath struck my face in several long puffs, then she raised her weight from her hands and slapped me lightly across the face.

"Don't try to ignore me," she said. 

I opened my eyes and looked up to see that same grin playing on her lips again. She reached back and took hold of my cock, squeezing it lightly and remarking, "It looks like you were paying plenty of attention."

She stroked it slowly, her fingers playing with tip. I rolled my eyes, overwhelmed by just the little bit of attention, then closed them again. She slapped me with her free hand.

"Open them," she demanded. 

I obeyed, looking up at her for a few seconds as she stroked, then she let go and moved further down my body, straddling my hips and grinding her pussy against my cock. I raised my hips, powerless to do anything else. She pressed me back down with her hands, then ground against me harder.

After teasing me like this for a minute or so, she raised herself up, lifted my cock to point upward, then lowered herself onto me, my cock separating the lips of her pussy and driving deep into her. I groaned as the warmth of her insides enveloped me. Immediately, she began to pump, raising her body until my cock almost fell out of her, then lowering back onto me again, letting her weight fall onto me with a loud slap.

She rode me for almost five minutes, my body seeming about to cum with each thrust but somehow not quite getting there, almost as if it intended to tease me with the sensation. She pumped faster as the time went by, moaning louder and getting more and more into it. As I reached a point where I felt I simply HAD to come, that my body could no longer put it off, even to tease me, she slowed, then stopped, catching her breath before looking down at me. I tried to pump into her anyway, but she slapped me again, this time harder and on the chest, hard enough to get my attention.

When I looked up, she grinned again and dismounted, leaving me just as hard as ever and panting to boot. I looked down at her in total shock. She got on all fours next to me and crawled down to my feet, allowing me to gaze uninterrupted on that perfect ass of her as she did. 

I'd forgotten about the tube, and as I gazed at that luscious ass, still in a trance, I didn't see her smearing the lubricant onto the middle finger of her left hand.

Jelly applied, she turned to me again, trying to act as though there was nothing on her finger. At the time, I hadn't even noticed, had merely noted her posture. I only realized after-the-fact what she'd been up to.

At the time, her having turned around, I was gazing at those lovely breasts of hers and the way her still-wet red hair clung to them. When I did shift my glance, it was to look into those striking blue eyes of hers as she dropped onto her elbows between my thighs and lifted my cock with her right hand. She stroked it slowly, licking lightly at the head and looking up at me. Then, without warning, she downed the entire length, not an amazing feat given my average size but plenty to get my heart thumping at full speed again.

Bobbing her head, she sucked away, her tongue working its way around my shaft as she did. I was euphoric in moments, totally oblivious to the world around me. I lay my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of being sucked into her throat, then pulled out until those soft, talented lips wrapped around the head, then downed again.

Caught up in this, I couldn't have seen it coming. I was taken away in a sense that was undeniable. Then she did it, and I came rushing back to reality. She reached her hand under my ass, slid her lubricated finger between the cheeks, and drove it straight up my anus, no pausing to adjust or slowing down until the last knuckle was hidden between the cheeks.

My eyes opened suddenly, the sensation of being violated in that way bringing me back to an all too impossible to ignore reality. I tried to sit up, but the handcuffs refused to budge. I looked down at her, meaning to ask her what she was doing. She looked back up at me, my cock still in her mouth, then she started to slide the finger out again. I lay back down, feeling as though the point had been made, then the finger came ramming home again. I jerk lightly when it did, but didn't bother to fight it. I was helpless here, her slave in a manner of speaking¾an almost literal one, in fact.

She sucked harder, as if the action turned her on, and I tried to ignore the violating sensation, which was not quite pain, but a strong discomfort nonetheless. The effort was in vain, however, as once I'd almost get it out of my immediate attention, she'd withdraw the finger and ram it back in again.

I was beginning to regret the entire night when I finally reached climax, gasping the words "I'm coming" about five times as I did. It built up inside of me, then poured out of me in a sudden rush. She pulled her head away, grasping my cock with her right hand and pumping quickly, sending spurt after spurt of semen gushing into the air, splattering against my chest and stomach.

Once I was finished, she pulled her finger from my ass and climbed up next to me, kissing me on the lips and saying, sweetly, "All done."

I lay there, disbelieving, and fell asleep, still cuffed to the bed. She woke me the next morning acting as though none of it had happened, as was our usual procedure after such events. I showered and dressed and went to work, wondering what I could do to get even with her. I knew, of course, but I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to be that extreme just yet.

As the week tapered away, I became more sure of myself, then less sure, then more sure again. By Friday morning, only small doubts remained, and I decided to go for it. I'd never know how it would go until I tried.

Friday night, I went home, spent the night making small talk and watching television, having a few beers, etc. When we went to bed, I coaxed her out of her nightgown and went down on her, lapping between her folds with my tongue mindlessly while my mind wandered to what lay ahead.

She fell asleep afterward, according to plan. Perfect.

I slipped out of bed and went into the living room to watch television, turning the volume low so as not to disturb her. After I felt she was sound asleep, I got up and went back into the bedroom. She lay still, her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, her mouth open slightly. 


Games



I went to the bureau drawer and took out the handcuffs, then carefully moved her arms above her head, cuffing them together as she had mine, around the center post of the headboard. That done, I went into the bathroom and searched the cabinet for the same tube of lubricant she had used. Once I had it, I went back into the bedroom and took two silk ties from the same drawer I'd from which I'd gotten the cuffs. I put the lubricant and one of the ties beneath a pillow then pulled the blankets from her and pinned her ankles together, wrapping the other tie around her ankles, then wrapping it around where the tie was stretched between the two, pulling it tighter against her skin. 

She roused while I did this, moving sleepily at first, then opening her eyes and looking down at me. I smiled up at her, finishing up with the ankle restraint and pushing her feet to the side. I looked her over, naked body cuffed to the headboard and feet joined at the ankles by a red silk tie.

"What are you doing?" She asked, smiling in anticipation.

She didn't seem to know what was going to happen next. Had no idea I would have guessed.

I stood, undressed at the foot of the bed, my cock already starting to get hard, just from the thought, then went over to the drawer again and took out one of her little toys, this one a long thin green dildo. I got back on the bed below her knees and lifted both legs into the air, pressing them back until her knees pressed against her chest, then dropped my head to her pussy lips and started to lick clumsily between them, dipping my tongue in a few times, then licking upward toward her clit. After teasing her like this for a few minutes, she was starting to moan. I slid the dildo inside her then, driving it as far in as it could go, almost eight inches, then pumped it in and out of her while I licked at her clit. 

Within a minute, she was wiggling her hips, thrusting upward to meet the dildo's downward movement, moaning and gasping as an orgasm struck her. I let her come, meeting her hips with each thrust and working her clit worth everything I could make my tongue do to it. When she settled again, I took the dildo and set it aside, letting her legs fall and crawling up toward her head. 

She lay there, gasping, panting. As I straddled her chest, she said, "That was amazing."

I leaned my weight forward enough that my cock hung half-erect over her lips and said, "Okay. You're turn to please me."

She smiled, then lifted her head and reached out with her tongue, managing to get the tip of it far enough around the head to pull it down to her, then sucking it into her mouth. I leaned a little further forward, giving her more room to work with. She sucked it down, taking it all the way down and sucking it there for a few seconds. I could feel her throat close around the head, tightening, loosening, tightening, and loosening. My cock swelled to a full erection right there, the head becoming larger in her throat and making the tightening even more constrictive. When she pulled her head away, I grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to take it down again. She choked as it struck the back of her throat again, then adjusted and started to suck again, this time letting out a long "mmmmm."

I held her head in place for a few seconds, then let go. She laid her head back, letting my cock out of her lips to catch her breath, then raised her head again and opened her mouth. I reached down and pushed my cock down to her lips. She sucked it again, this time pumping her mouth over the last couple inches, moving it around in her mouth so as to let the head rub against the insides of her cheeks.

I let her suck it like that for almost two minutes, debating whether or not to try to hold onto it or come and start over again. I decided on a compromise, pulling my cock from between her lips in mid-stroke. She looked to me questioningly.

"Get a little more spit on it," I instructed, "I want it nice and slick."

I let her take it in her mouth again, where she deep-throated it, letting plenty of the thick saliva there gather on the head before opening her mouth wide and letting me carefully pull it out. I smeared the thick strands all over the shaft, then dipped my fingers in her mouth for a little more of it. Once it was well lubricated, I moved back a little, placing my cock between those luscious tits of hers and squeezing them around it.

I started out slow, pinching her nipples as I pumped, then quickly gained speed until I was thrusting at full speed, having trouble catching my breath. When I came, I let her tits go and stroked my cock until semen spat in thick gobs across her chest and neck, several drops managing to reach her face.

I remained there for a second, catching my breath, then I looked down at her. She smiled back, winked. I leaned forward again, let my cock hang down to her mouth again and pressed it to her lips. She opened up and started to suck again. As she sucked, I reached back and sank my fingers into her cunt, working them in and out. I'd come hard, and expected it to be difficult to gain another erection, but as I thought about what was to come, mostly about getting even with her, I felt a new surge of excitement rush through me. She had me erect again in only a few minutes. By then, my fingers were slick with her lubrication.

I withdrew from her mouth then, moving down her body again to her hips. She had her legs spread wide, her bound ankles just inches from her crotch as a result. I balanced my weight on my hands as I straightened my body on top of her, laying flatly between her legs, feeling her ankles pressing into my thighs.

I penetrated her, forcing myself all the way in, hearing her gasp as I did. Once inside, I spread my feet apart to shoulder width and pressed my weight into the air, balancing it on my toes and hands.

"Straighten your legs," I instructed, hovering above her as high as I could without pulling my cock from her.

She did as I asked, pushing her legs beneath me, side by side and putting her bound ankles between my free ones. I lowered my weight again, laying flat on her for a moment, then spreading my own legs so I straddled her again, this time with my cock inside her. I pressed my weight as far up her body as I could, getting my knees to each side of her hips, then started to pump slowly and methodically down into her, grinding the shaft of my cock against her clit as I did. 

She gasped each time as I first started, but those gasps quickly became whimpers, which quickly became moans. I fucked her like that for only a minute before she started trying to thrust her hips up to meet me, another five minutes before her moans blended into one long moan with breaks here and there as she caught her breath. When her body began to quiver beneath me, I knew she was going to come. Her quivers became bucks, and she pulled down with her arms, fighting against the handcuffs.

I tried to pin her down by pressing the insides of my thighs down in her hips. When that wasn't enough to ensure my leverage, I laid my chest flat against hers and reached down to grip her buttocks with my hands, pulling upward each time I pumped downward.

Her moans gained yet more volume and her body fought my grip for almost a minute, then she tried to raise her hips from the bed and froze, holding her breath, her whole body tensing, for a few seconds, then lowered them with a moan and raised them again, freezing for a few more seconds, body again tensing, quivering this time. She did this three more times, then, instead of moaning as she lowered her body the last time, she let out a long, high-pitched whine and let her body fall to the bed again, laying still there and panting. I slowed my pace and stopped, looking down at her. She lay with her eyes closed, breathing deeply, in her own world. I pulled out of her and sat back on my heels, grabbing the sheet and wiping off the semen that had stuck to my chest. Most of it was still on her, her breasts proving capable to creating space between us, but some had gotten on me.

Before she got her senses back, I reached under the pillow and pulled out the other red tie. She was about to open her eyes when I pressed the red cloth against them and pinned them shut. 

"What are you doing?" She asked, smiling.

"Just keep them closed," I said, tying it behind her head.

With that done, I reached beneath the pillow and pulled out the tube of lubricant. 

I unstraddled her and moved down until I was next to her thigh, then popped the top of the tube open, squeezed a thick gob of the lubricant into my hand and stroked it onto my cock, smearing it up and down the shaft. Contented, I reached beneath her thighs and hoisted her legs into the air, folding them back over her chest and pinning them there with one hand. Then I moved around behind her so I was facing her ass and pussy and turned the tube upside down over them, squeezing another thick gob of the lubricant out, this time onto her waiting asshole.

What I was about to do must have sunk in then, because the smile faded from her lips. I tossed the tube quickly aside and took my cock in my hand, scooting right up behind her and pressing the head against her anus. 

"Uh, wait a minute," she began.

I didn't wait. I pressed down on the head with my thumb, sinking it into her ass, then slowly pressed my hips forward, burying the shaft in until my balls struck her ass cheeks. Her entire body became tense as I pushed it in.

"Ouch," she spat, "Oww. Owww.."

She held her lips apart and sucked air in between her teeth. I debated pulling it out, then remembered how her finger had felt, awkward but not painful, and started to pump. She whimpered slightly, clenching her teeth together, and I kept my pace slow at first, moving in and out maybe ten times in a full minute. Her face kept that pained expression, but I'd already started, and I intended to finish.

I sped up, pumping as deeply as I could, and she moaned loudly, not with pleasure this time, but what sounded like pain. She tried to push me away with her legs, extending them backward toward me, but I pressed then back, using both hands to pin them against her chest again. She pulled at the cuffs again.

I pumped a little faster, now moving at a medium pace. She let out a long moan, then drew in a stuttering breath, pressed her legs back again, this time forcing them past my hands. They struck my chest hard, but not hard enough to force me away. I pulled them apart, stuck my head between her shins and used my bodyweight to press them back against her chest again, balancing myself by putting one hand on either side of her shoulders. I started to pump again, this time doing so faster than before, harder, causing the clapping sound of skin striking skin again.

Her lips pressed tightly together for a second, then parted to breathe through her teeth again. I looked at her pained expression for a moment, wondering if maybe I hadn't used enough lubricant or maybe I was pumping too fast for our first time doing it this way. I slowed then, watching her face relax a little. I pumped at that pace for a few moments. She took in a deep breath, apparently relieved to have the pace slower.

"It's not so bad, I guess," she panted after a few seconds, "I could get used to it, I think."

"Can I…?"

She nodded, then said, "Yeah, go ahead, just listen in case I need you to stop, okay?"

"Yeah. No problem."

I sped up again, this time doing so slower and eventually going faster than before. She moaned and groaned beneath me, but didn't say a word. After a few minutes, I was going full force into her, pounding my hips against her ass with slapping sounds that seemed loud enough to echo. One at a time, I slid my arms beneath her, compacting her even more, and gripped her shoulder for better leverage.

"Need me to stop?" I asked her.

"No," she spat through lips that had saliva built up in the corners, "But try to come, okay?"

Not a problem, I thought, feeling it build within me anyway. My body slamming into hers, I debated whether or not to come inside of her. The sensation grew, quickly becoming overwhelming, and I tried in vain to pump even faster.

When I couldn't hold it any more, I pushed my weight back and pulled out of her, letting her legs fall back around me, one to either side, and leaning forward, stroking my cock vigorously, doing my own groaning by then. She was panting beneath me, relieved and exhausted at once, when I came, firing a spurt of cum into the air and onto her stomach. The second shot landed in the tuft of red pubic hair above her pussy, and the rest fell in thick drops onto her pussy, running down it and disappearing beneath her. 

I stroked my cock until it hung flaccid in my hand, then settled back against my heels and caught my own breath. After a moment, I reached up and removed the blindfold and looked into those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

"So," I began, "Are you incredibly mad at me?"

She shook her head and even managed a smile.

I looked her over then, seeing her bound to the bed, a few strands of red hair matted against her face with sweat. Her luscious tits, her neck and her pussy were all coated with cum. A few drops decorated her cheeks. I smiled down at her.

"So it's safe to untie you?"

She smiled, nodded and said, "Yeah, you can untie me. But remember this: I WILL get even with you!"



Games



"Use Me" she said, her voice calm, almost defiant. She stared at him, pulling back from his hug. She had not said anything else since hello.

"I don't understand...what?"

"I said ‘use me’. We've talked about it. You know I want to. I want you to just let go. Stop the fucking thinking, the holding back. DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME. Just fuck me, or whatever you want to do. I want you too. Really, just do it, please" She looked him in the eye, her gaze not wavering, hopeful, daring him to do it.

They had talked about it, teased each other with fantasies of submission and games that lasted all weekend. He had been thrilled at her suggestions, but he was never secure in believing that someone who looked like her, had her brains would trust him, accept him like that. But now she was here, wanting to be taken. He took a breath, steadying himself mentally. He realized she has reached into him, had pulled his secrets out, accepted them, wanted them. 

He took her hand, leading her to the center of the room. He stood behind her, looking, admiring. She waited, still. He reached out, squeezing her ass. He felt her like you do bread at the store, wondering if it’s still soft, good to eat. She made no sound, was like stone. He lifted her skirt hem; the thong nestled in her ass, the fabric disappearing in a secret. The cloth was soft, satin. He ran his fingers down the line, the heat from her body palpable as he closed in on her cleft. He said nothing either, thinking in his mind what he wanted, what he wanted now. He moved quietly, kicking her feet farther apart to open her. The dress she wore was navy, a business cut. She was liked at work, maybe thought of by some as moody, a little repressed. 

That image always brought a smile to her face, that THEY could think she was repressed. Her mind swam with dreams of being fucked so often, strangers, friends, co-workers. They took her body, used her, then walked away, her holes running with their fluids. Now she was waiting on him to do it, to start the movements that would allow her to feel the pleasures she craved in submission. She wanted to lose herself in his desires, finding her own needs staring back. With no sounds he unbuttoned the dress, his fingers practiced, sure now as he fell into the moment. It slipped down, a pile of cotton. She wore a bra that matched her thong, blue like her dress. 

He pulled the thong up, tight. She licked her lips, the pressure on her clit increasing as he pulled, the fabric taut against her mound. The front was stained like she had been cut as her cream swam out. He reached around, feeling her wetness. He pulled higher. She strained now, on her toes, her hands having gravitated back on their own, crossed at her lower back. He jerked one last time, the cloth now buried between her labia, the lips lewdly splayed. He held her like that, fingers bunching in her hair pulling her to his mouth.

" Mine...all mine. No words unless I say, but I want to hear you cry out. I want to hear you cumming, know I made you. No ‘yes sir’, no saying 'no', we aren’t playing at that. Tonight, now, you exist for me. I will lead you, if you trust me. I promise I won’t hold back. I'll give you what you want, let you inside Me." he hissed this in her ear hotly, his spittle wet on her neck as he tried to control his shaking, his pants now tight, confining.

The bra snapped of, joining the dress on the floor. He pulled her panties down to her knees, but would not let her take them off. He told her to stand like that, not to move as her knees held her underwear like a child being punished. He placed her dressing mirror in front of her. She looked at the image, her hands back, her panties at her knees. He was still dressed. Somehow that made it all seem worse, made her feel sluttier. She wet again, her thighs wet now as she thought this. He held her hair in his left hand, still behind her. His right hand came down on her ass, the sound loud in that silent room. She watched herself be spanked. He was silent intent on her cheeks, how warm they now felt, how pink she looked. She tried to look at him, as he hit her. The blows stung, her eyes watering a little, blurring her vision. Finally they cleared enough for her to see his face. She realized with a start that he was not really paying attention to her, that he was only looking at her as his toy now, wondering what delights he could wring out of her. She came then, her pent up spasms clutching her, her knees weak.

"Good.wonderful.... so good" he said, his other replies a mumble to her, lost in his own fantasies. 

He brought his finger to her mouth, pushed it in to wet it, then another. Then another joined. She opened as wide as she could, trying to follow his commands, spitting now to lubricate them. Satisfied he bent her at her waist, the underwear still clinging to her knees. He kept pushing, till she finally had to support herself on her hands, her ass now higher than her head. The first finger slipped into her rectum easily, he stopped only at his knuckle. A few pumps, then two, the pressure a little more. He was humming softly, something she could not make out. She turned her head a little, trying again to catch his eye. He saw this, pushed her head back down with a jerk, jamming the third finger in her ass then, opening her. He pumped her ass slowly but without stopping. 

She rode him like that, bent over, her clit like an eraser as it stood out. She wanted to touch herself, but knew he'd knock her over if she lost her balance on one arm only. She realized he did not care, was too intent on fucking her ass to be careful, that he was not looking for her to help him set the pace. Again the feeling of submission hit her, her cunt muscles working again. Now she did fall as she came, his fingers never leaving her asshole, instead pushing in deeper as he held her, like her anus was some kind of handle for him. His grip on her hair got tighter, steadying her. He slipped her down, his fingers now sliding out. He pushed then into her mouth, gagging her a little, fucking her face with his hand. She sucked them, knowing what he had done to her, wanting him to do it again.

She lay there, looking up, her thigh slick still, hips silently pushing up at a phantom inside, an itch that she could not scratch. He smiled, wanting her to do this, to be like an animal in heat. He had always been soft with her till now. He had listened to her stories as she bit his ear, her legs wrapped around his waist. He no longer cared what she wanted, knowing that was exactly it. That was what she wanted, for him to care about his needs this time, not ASK her everything, not coo in her ear that he loved her. This time she was just his slut, a hole for him, a whore, his toy. Each name she said in her mind, each word, caused her to shake, cumming again with no touch.

Roughly he pulled her up again, this time on all fours. Still in front of the mirror he was now naked like her. She was in profile to the mirror. His cock was at her mouth. She did not open, did not beg. If he wanted it she wanted him to take it. He pushed again, the head touching her closed lips. He pushed deeper, her mouth opening as he increased the depth. Her tongue moved slowly under, milking him. She kept her hands on the floor, her jaw working to draw him in all the way. She could not keep the saliva in, not with her mouth stuffed full. Smiling as she watched in the mirror, it dripped out. She loved to be so shameless, the image so sleazy, so unlike her profile to her peers. At first just a trickle, then more, till her chin shone wet and the floor under her was a pool of her own spit, his cock pistoning in, out, in, out. He grunted his rhythm, trying to open her throat. 

His hips pushed her nose into his pubic hair, his hands held the back of her head. She struggled for breath when he did this. He noticed, kept holding her longer, closer. Each suck now became a gasp of air as he pulled back. The deprivation made her mind swim, the buzzing signaling coming unconsciousness. Deep again, deep in her mouth. She did not fight, did not panic. Into her throat again, her face pressed to his belly. She was cumming, her eyes no longer seeing. She heard singing, laughter as she blacked out then, her head slack as she passed out. He cradled her head to prevent the fall. She lay face up now, her smile like a child's as Christmas as she drifted back into him, back to this moment. She was still cumming as she regained her awareness. 

He was next to her head, his fist going up and down the still wet shaft, watching her as she waited for him. He jacked himself faster, still looking at her, like his own prize, her smile the final starburst as he came. He cupped his hand, the semen filling it. As always he was shocked at the heat of his own fluid. Without asking he held it below her lips, watched her tongue dip down red, slip back into her mouth white, then repeat again and again. She pursed her lips, the last drops gone now, her tongue flat as she cleaned him. 

He stood over her prone body then, his mind still jumping in his head. What next? what did he want? No immediate needs pushed to the front, they seemed to all flood him at once. He bent down, kissed her mouth for the first time that day, tasted himself in her breath. He pulled her closer and closer, wondering if he could simply open up, swallow her. Smiling behind his kiss she wondered the same thing, his hand filling her cunt again as she felt the stiffening cock on her thigh, pushing inside to find where she was at now, what he could mine from her heart.



Games



I looked over at you and stared into your eyes, I could sense the fear that was inside of them, even though you tried not to let me know.

It was so much fun watching you try to squirm out of your bonds, but that rope was thick and course.

You told me “No safe words…” So I followed you to the letter, gagging you and tying you up fully clothed. I could feel you breathe a sight of relief, as I had not taken any of your clothes off so you figured that you would be safe. The only thing that you didn’t take into account was my scissors.

I carefully cut away your clothes leaving them in strips along the side of your body, until you were naked before me.

You were so pretty, that I knew what I was thinking about when I first asked you to date me in high school. We’d gone out on several dates, just he simple hand holding stuff and kissing across the restaurant table when we thought that no one was looking, but you didn’t realize that I had a hidden side to me.

You never bothered to ask about my activites as a child and as a teen, of the late night masturbation sessions that I had with my father.

The times that my father would slide two greasy fingers up into my rectum and probe my anus…looking, no exploring, for my prostate. 

At first it had hurt me horribly and I ‘d asked him to stop, but then when I realized that he wouldn’t do it, no matter how much I asked him I figured that I could just go inside of my mind and let him do whatever the fuck that he wanted to me. 

But enough with reminiscing, I looked at you as I slid down my pants, my cock so hard and stiff that it was almost painful. “Are you ready love?”

You look at me, not comprehending, and wondering slightly what I’m going to do to you. Not to worry, I’m going to be gentle tonight.

I kick off my Jeans and bend down to look closely at you. My nostrils inhale your scent and I can already feel my pre-cum as it begins to leak out of my cock, dripping down onto your belly.

This, of course makes you squirm on the floor, and I can hear your muffled shriek as you wonder what’s going to cum next (pardon the pun). I slide my hand up and down on my cock, giving it a few experimental jerks trying to get everything working.

I go down onto my knees and begin to crawl towards you… ‘Why rush it?” I think to myself ‘after all, we have the entire night.’

I gently place my palm on your cunt and ease my two fingers into you, I can feel as I come in contact with your clit and you begin to shake and twitch uncontrollably, almost as if you’re begging me to do it.

“Well, who am I to deny you what you so obviously wanted.” I push my cock head deeply into you, and I can hear you as you scream, even through the gag.

Your muscles close nicely around me and begin to squeeze in spite of yourself. Your tightness feels so good, and at that moment I realize that no one’s ever touched you there, at least not in this way. You want nothing to do with me even if you had been the one to ask me out on the date…

“Chivalry is dead, don’t you know that?” I whisper to you. I’m almost there and I fight the urge not to pull out and cum into your ass.

A single tear leaks down your face and I fight the urge to slap you. “Stop your blubbering.” I feel my mind as its set on fire and I bend down to hold you, pulling out half way through and spreading globules of cum onto your chest and the back of your legs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you please forgive me…” I beg hating myself for what I have done to you and what I’ve no doubt put us as a couple and you through.

I untie your bonds and throw them into the garbage, though I leave your gag on. I don’t really want to listen to what you have to say right now. I know that it will take you a few minutes to get that undone, and by that time I’ll be gone and you won't see me.

Goodbye my love.



Games



I have put this story in Fetish section as there is no Cuckold section as yet.

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We like to play fantasy games, my wife Beth especially gets off on this much more than I do. She enjoys lots of different scenarios but one of her favourites is being tied to the bed, blindfolded, then I am to pretend to be a stranger roughly 'taking her'. I have mastered many different accents to try to make this more realistic for her.

Who would have thought that 'play acting would get us into trouble.

It all started with her latest fantasy of being a prostitute and being paid for her services. She had me being a business man, a sailor, a ditch digger etc. One night after being to the theatre, we stopped into a bar for a drink before setting off home. I had to run to the toilet and she went to the bar alone. The bar was quite empty so I thought she would be OK. When I came out she was sitting at the bar on a high stool and showing a lot of thigh.

As I approached her she said 'Hello stranger, you want to buy me a drink.'

I could tell right away she had gone into her 'prostitute' role. She had never done this outside of our bedroom before. So to humour her I went along with the game.

'Hi Baby! I was wanting to buy something but it wasn't a drink.'

'Oh Yeah! You like what you see?' She replied as she hiked her skirt even higher.

'Mmmm Mmmmm! Sure do. I wouldn't mind buying a slice of your pie!' I said, licking my lips.

Just then I was grabbed from behind, by the manager and the barman. 

'We don't like our customers bothered by you perverts!' One of them said.

They frog marched me to the door and threw me out. Completely ignoring my protests. I was fully expecting Beth to follow me outside. After five minutes I decided to go back into the bar to see why she hadn't joined me.

I was surprised to see the bar empty and a different guy behind the bar.

'I'm looking for my wife.' I said.

'Aint been no women in here tonight, except for the whore.'

'That's my wife you're talking about. Where is she?'

'Who? The whore, she's in the office paying her dues.' He said laughing.

Just then the other barman returned. 'OK Joe! You can have a turn with the slut, I'll watch the bar.' Then to me. 'Yes Sir what can I .... Oh it's you. What you doing back in here?'

'I've come to get my wife.' I said as I followed Joe the barman.

'She sure is a tasty slut! Fucks well too.' He shouted after me as I turned into a dark passageway. I could hear moaning that was unmistakably Beth in full orgasm. As I got to the office door, the manger was groaning as he was shooting his spunk into my lovely Beth who was lying on the desk with her legs over his shoulders.

I could see cum oozing out of Beth as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. She had her eyes closed and was obviously enjoying the experience. Seeing another man inserting his cock into my wife, and knowing he was the third cock she was having, and cum dripping from her into a pool on the floor, I couldn't help but get a terrific hard on.

It was just too exciting a tableau that I couldn't resist getting my dick out and start to wank. I never thought I could be so 'turned on' just by watching.

As the manager passed me on his way out of the office, he said. 'What a great little fuck. You can bring her back here anytime.'

I just ignored him and went over to Beth, I started playing with her tits and sucking her nipples. She opened her eyes and looked right at me, smiling she said. 'Let me suck on your dick.'

I didn't need asking twice, I was so turned on that at the first suck, I started to shoot cum down her throat just as Joe was shooting into her lovely cunt. He just pulled out and left the office. When we were alone, Beth said, 'I need to cum some more, lick me, suck my clit!'

Even though I had just cum, I was still hard and 'very' turned on. I didn't hesitate to kneel down and bury my face into her sloppy cum drenched cunt. I licked, sucked and slurped away at her loveliness making her cum and cum. My dick was sticking out and bouncing about with my movements.

Just then I heard laughing. The three men were standing in the doorway watching, laughing and pointing at me. They had even brought a young barmaid to watch and she was joining in the laughter. I felt totally humiliated and to my great surprise, my cock started to cum all on its own without being touched.

I realised that it was the humiliation that was the really BIG turn on. Kneeling in a pool of cum, licking my wife's used cunt and being laughed at. I had never felt such a tremendous thrill.

..... .... ....

We had both found a wonderful and exciting new sex life. We went back to that bar again and were used as before but it wasn't the same. We realised that what we needed was strangers to use and humiliate us. A second time hardly ever worked out except for a couple of times with guys who were well into Dom and humiliation. 

Cuckold



Games



Feedback is welcome.

My name is Tony and I used to work for a large European textiles company with branches in France, Holland, Germany and England. Each year a representative from each branch was sent to the other branches for the annual company conferences. This was my first time representing the company and was sent to Holland. When I arrived that afternoon I was greeted by a company limousine and bussed to a large company owned house that I was to share with the representatives from France and Germany. I was shown around the house and told that I would be collected in the morning to be taken to the conference. I settled into my room, opened up my lap-top and started to go over what I was going to say and do at the conference. About two hours after I had arrived the other two representatives arrived and I was surprised to see that I would be sharing the house with two woman, in fact, two very sexy women. We introduce ourselves to each other (both girls were fluent in English thankfully) and the chauffeur left us after showing the girls to their rooms.

The German girl was called Ulrich and was from the Bremen office; she was about five ft eight with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a curvy body and a pair of tits that I guessed to be about 36D’s. The French girl was called Anne and was from the Paris branch, she was slightly shorter than Ulrich with an athletic build, short brown hair, sexy brown eyes and legs to die for. Unfortunately I had a lot of work to do and expected that they would too, so there was no time to get better acquainted. The next two days were very hectic and the conference took up most of my time. On the second day we made our speeches and mine was last, not finishing until about nine that evening. The conference was now over and I slumped into the limo for the ride back to the house. Apparently the girls had not wanted to hang around for the other speeches and had left early, the limo dropped me off and I went inside. 

When I got inside Anne and Ulrich greeted me and apologized for missing my speech but they were tired, they were sitting at the dining table in the lounge area playing cards and watching TV, a Dutch version of blind date where the contestants go naked. I dumped my conference gear in my room and went back downstairs to get a coffee and watch a bit of TV. Having made myself a drink I sat in an armchair and started to watch the game-show. After a while Anne asked if I would like to play cards with them.

“Not for money,” she said, “Just for fun.” 

I usually turn down a game of cards because I’m not very good, but as it wasn’t for money and it was being sociable, I agreed. We were playing pontoon, but non of us were much good and it was fairly even, not that anybody was keeping score. During the cards the girls were commenting on the blokes in the game-show, openly discussing who had the best looking bum and the sexiest dick. Ulrich then looked at me and asked if my dick was nicer than the guy who had won, I must have started to blush as the girls started giggling between themselves. I said I was unsure and tried to ignore the situation as these two sexy woman started taunting me. 

Anna dealt the cards again and we played another hand. The hand went on for only a few minutes and Ulrich lost, then to my surprise she took off the top of her jacket revealing a pink blouse through which her black bra was visible, holding her big tits back. We played another hand but this time I had crap cards and lost it. There was a pause as I waited for Anne to deal again, but the girls just looked at me.

“So what are you going to take off then Tony?” asked Ulrich, a big grin on her face. 

I was slightly baffled by the question at first but was soon prompted by Anne who said, “When you lose in strip poker, sorry pontoon, Tony, it is the rules that you must remove an item of clothing!” 

At first I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to play, but the thought of getting either one of these girls naked was persuasion enough to take off my tie; and besides if I did lose I am quite proud of my penis. I wouldn’t be that embarrassed either, as I have a good technique for preventing unwanted hard-ons. The game continued, but things weren’t looking good, it wasn’t long before all I had left was my shirt and boxers and Anne still had four items left and Ulrich had six. I was however treated to seeing Anne in her bra, her pert little tits had big pointy nipples that were just visible through her white lacy bra.

Soon I was getting a bit apprehensive and making sure I concentrated on the game as I only had my boxers left. Anne commented on my chest.

“Nicer than the man off the TV,” she said to Ulrich who nodded in agreement. 

Proud as I was, I made sure I didn’t lose and had soon brought the game a bit closer as Anne was now down to her bra and long skirt (she had removed her tiny g-string the last time she lost, not that I saw anything) and Ulrich was down to her bra, panties, stockings and suspender belt. Suddenly I knew the inevitable was about to happen when the worst set of cards possible was dealt to me, I would have complained, only I was now dealing. It wasn’t long before I realized I had actually lost and the girls grinned at each other when they realized. I wasn’t scared to bare all but I was clever and removed them under the table and covered my packet with my left hand. Ulrich looked disappointed, as did Anne, but they accepted the situation. 

“What now?” I asked. 

Ulrich looked even more disappointed but cheered up when Anne said, “We play on and if Tony loses he has to do a forfeit designated by the winner.” then looked at me for approval. I was confident that I could at least get Anne naked before I had to do a forfeit and I reckoned it would be something easy like walk around the room with my hands up or something, so I agreed, desperate to see those big brown nipples that I knew were hiding under Anne’s bra. However, things didn’t go to plan and Ulrich lost the next three, leaving her in her bra and panties. Then, worst luck, I lost and Ulrich won. I was anxious as I waited for my forfeit, but got what I expected.

“You must stand and let us see you dick for the rest of the game!” she said. 

Anne gasped as I stood up and gave the girls a good view of my soft six inches.

“His dick is gorgeous, isn’t it Anne?” she continued and Anne just grinned and said, “I want to see it all hard and sexy!” 

By now I was straining to stay soft, I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, not yet anyway. I grabbed the cards and dealt a new hand hoping that the girls would be distracted by the sight of my dick, I only needed one more win or second place to win a prize view. Unfortunately I lost to Ulrich again. She looked over at Anne with a smile on her face and ordered my to show them what my cock looked like when it was hard. I now reckoned on shagging the two of them, but was turned down when I asked for assistance. I relaxed and looked at the slightly hidden tits in front of me and imagined sucking on them and it wasn’t long before I was hard as a rock. 

“I want to see you wank yourself,” said Ulrich, her nipples now so hard that I could clearly see them through her bra. 

“No,” I said, “You’ll have to beat me again first.” 

This time Ulrich grabbed the cards and dealt them out, her eyes hardly moving from my erection. It must have put her off as she lost the next hand, and she did as I had done earlier, removing her panties but not giving me a view of her honey-pot. I was now desperate to come, my dick aching for some attention, but I held back and we played another hand. Ulrich had obviously lost her attention as she lost the next hand and had to bring those gorgeous tits into view, blushing as she did so. I started to deal again but Anne suddenly jumped up and stuffed by dick in her mouth. I was getting the best blow-job ever and Ulrich got up on the table and lay down, her completely shaved pussy less than a meter from me. She parted her pink labia with one hand and started to put two then three fingers in, all the time rubbing her clit with her thumb. Her juices were flowing and running down to the crack of her arse. The effect of the show Ulrich was giving me and the sensations running through my dick from the expert blow-job were too much and I screamed that I was coming. Anne moved away as what seemed like gallons of spunk flew out and spattered all over Ulrich’s tummy and tits. Anne then sucked me again, draining the remains of my come from my cock. 

As I was recovering Anne went over to Ulrich and stuffed two fingers into her pussy while licking up all my come from her tummy and particularly her tits. As she was doing this I went up behind Anne and removed her bra and skirt. I got on my knees and started to lick Anne’s cunt from behind, she had a small bush of fine brown hairs, her sweet juices covering my face. Then Ulrich started to groan in orgasm, the table shook as she came and she pushed Anne’s fingers deeper into her gaping pussy. I stopped licking Anne to look at Ulrich and after she had calmed down she suggested that we go up to her room for the night. As we went up the stairs I got a great view of Anne’s cute little arse as she climbed in front of me, she was wiggling it deliberately to get me going and by the time we were in Ulrich’s room I had another massive hard-on. Anne climbed onto the massive bed and, spreading her legs wide, started gently rubbing her mound and spreading her pussy lips as wide as they would go. Ulrich was rummaging about in her bag for something but I needed a fuck and climbed over Anne. She grabbed hold of my dick and slowly guided me in. Once I was half way in she let go and I started moving in and out, slowly at first, until I was in as far as I could go. As my strokes got faster I felt Ulrich climb onto the bed, she put her head between my legs and started licking my balls and Anne’s pussy. By now I was going at a steady rhythm, Anne’s tight little hole gripping and sucking my dick, all Ulrich’s attentions now put to sucking on Anne’s clit. Soon Anne started bucking under me and she screamed out as an orgasm ripped through her, her sharp nails digging into my backside as she pulled me deeper into her. This was all I could take and started pumping my seed into Anne as another orgasm hit me, new sensations filling me as Ulrich sucked on my balls as I was coming. Ulrich then pushed me off Anne and started licking my come from her pussy. 

As I lay back on the bed the girls got into a sixty-nine and a quiet buzzing sound entered the room as I noticed Ulrich stuffing a huge black vibrator into Anne, so I realized what she had been looking for in her bag. Very quickly Anne came again, her eyes shut tight and a big smile on her face. Once it had subsided she took the vibrator from her cunt and shoved it straight up Ulrich’s bald pussy, her juices spaying out into Anne’s face to make room for the big black phallus. I moved Anne’s hand away and took control on the vibrator, giving Ulrich long hard strokes. Ulrich let out some German expletives and shuddered, her pussy juices dripping all over Anne’s tits. She then turned, looked me in the eye, and pounced. We started kissing frantically and I could taste the come of all three of us in my mouth as Ulrich positioned herself with her minge hovering above my third erection of the evening. Anne guided me into Ulrich’s shaven haven and watched as Ulrich sat up and started riding me for all she was worth. She then moved across the bed and lowered her tight little pussy over my face, my tongue sliding straight into her moist cavern. The three of us stayed like this for ages, sucking and fucking, Anne and Ulrich kissing at the same time. Soon I could feel that familiar sensation that I was going to come. Anne must have sensed this as she ground herself down onto my busy tongue harder as she started coming. This sent me over the edge and I came inside Ulrich, I felt so good I thought I was going to pass out. I then felt Ulrich’s cunt muscles tighten and herd her cry out as she came again. We collapsed into a heap on the bed, touching and kissing each other and I eventually fell asleep. When I woke up Anne was gone and Ulrich was sucking on my morning erection. When she saw that I was awake the let go of me for a second to say that Anne had gone as she had an early flight and that we had a couple of hours to kill before she had to go.

Ulrich and I spent the next couple of hours fucking like mad, to the point where I had an orgasm but there was no spunk left in my balls, the girls had it all inside them. Ulrich was ready just in time for the limo driver not to get the wrong (or right as the case was) idea. And he returned a couple of hours to collect me. I am definitely volunteering for this job next year in the hope that the events could be repeated. I am now living with someone from the office called Donna and am looking forward to next week. Donna has just told me that she volunteered to put up a girl from the Paris office for a couple of days, she is called Anne and is here for meeting next week. I am hoping to persuade Donna to offer Anne a game of cards when she arrives, but ‘just for fun, not money.’ 



Games & Friends



We had been married about three years. Although the sex between us was still really great, we were both starting to miss the adventure of new lovers. Both Sheila and I had been married before, and divorced. Her ex had was an alcoholic and sometimes abusive. My ex had married me for my money, but her permanently hot pants had been her downfall. While I was being true blue, she was truly blowing...anything with a cock. One day I came home early and found her fucking the two pool guys. They tried to make a fight of it, but my twenty plus years in martial arts made it a short match. I picked her up and dumped her, naked, on the front lawn. Then her two fuckers joined her. Then I called the cops. End of that story. 

After my divorce, from which the bitch got nothing, I really started to fuck around. I picked up Donna at a business convention. She was the VP for sales with a firm that did a lot of business with my computer company. We dated and had a lot of fun, but didn't have much else in common. She turned me onto swinging and we went to a few clubs and a lot of parties together. I was always fascinated by the group sex scenes I watched. I even surprised myself by getting a hard on watching one guy suck another guy's cock, while a sexy red head rimmed his ass hole. I never thought I'd get turned on by guys. I had never thought of myself as gay or bisexual. I was always the macho type, and I loved fucking women. Donna was great, but we both knew that it was just the sex that kept us going. That was enough for her, but not for me. She understood that. But we still had a lot of fun together.

Then I met Sheila. It was at a charity party to raise money for some great cause, and there she was. Her date that night was some ass hole who didn't pay any attention to this wonderful creature standing beside him. When he turned away to talk to some rich matron, I walked over to her with a glass of champagne in each hand and gave her one. Looking into the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, I was lost. We started dating, and a year later got married. 

She didn't need my money, since her recently deceased father had left her the only two things he owned; a diamond mine and oil fields in Alaska. But we were not just two rich, spoiled people. I started working at the ripe old age of twelve, and never looked back. She had a BA, MA, and Ph. D. in Economics, and was a consultant to several charities. Sheila is 5'8", around 135 pounds, with natural 38Ds. I'm 6', 200 pounds, and work out a minimum of three times a week. I don't have a problem staying in shape, since all the hard physical work I did as a kid got me used to being in shape. I used to box, light heavy weight, but didn't have the moves to go pro. Probably just as well. 

The new direction in our lives came about when I was stuck in the house by a snow storm in Denver. I was supposed to fly there for a meeting, but it got canceled. Sheila was in New York at a conference for MOMA, and I decided to surprise her by driving the 80 miles up the coast to her hotel. When I got to the Gramercy Park Hotel, I gave the keys to the Valet and went up to the front desk. Louis, the manager, had been taking good care of us whenever we were in the city, which was often. I probably could have bought the hotel for all that I paid for the suite we used. Louis gave me a spare key and I got into the elevator. When I got up to the room, about 8:30, I wondered if Sheila would be there, or if she was out. Opening the door, I noticed that only the table lamps were on. I heard something in the bedroom, and crossed the sitting room to see what it was. When I pushed open the door, I saw my wife on the bed, with her head buried in the pussy of a blonde woman. Sheila was on top, and the blonde was on the bottom, licking lustily at Sheila's twat. They were oblivious to my presence. I recognized the mane of hair on the bed. It was Donna. Now instead of fucking me, she was fucking my wife. The sharp intake of air that came from me alerted Donna. Sheila was still clue less. With her eyes only, Donna motioned me over. I didn't know what to do, or what to think, other than I wanted to fuck Sheila, and Donna. I had a hard on in my pants the likes of which I had not had in months. I wanted to strip and join in, but at the same time, I just wanted to watch. Some memories came back, of my ex wife and her two lovers, but this wasn't the same thing. Was it? I decided no, it was not. Then I began to wonder what I had done wrong. Why was Sheila fucking another woman? I guess I wasn't good enough. But then I thought, wait a minute. That's Donna, and I've seen her do women before, and guys too. The confusion was just too much, so I just stood there.

Donna made the first move. She disengaged herself from Sheila, but moved her so that Sheila's back was to me. Then she said, "Honey, we have company." At that, Sheila turned around on the bed and saw me. "Oh Michael, I, I,I, don't know what to say." Looking at them, my swinging former girlfriend, and my wife, I didn't know what to say either. After about the longest 30 seconds in history, I said "Baby, I want to fuck you so bad right now, I can't help it."

Sheila laid flat on the bed and spread her legs. "Oh Michael, come and fuck me now, I need you so bad, baby." I didn't waste any time and dropped my pants and shorts. I knelt on the bed and shoved my 8" cock into my wife's cunt. Donna lay on the bed watching us. I fucked Sheila hard and fast, my pubic bone hitting her clit with each stroke. She screamed out when she came. I was still hard after her orgasm, and continued rocking my prick into her. Then Donna moved over to us, pushed me away, and began to lick my cum out of Sheila's cunt. I moved over behind Donna and buried my cock in her cunt. I shot off a huge load; my cum into Donna's familiar cunt. Then I fell over, exhausted. I looked up at two of the most beautiful women on the planet. I must have had the biggest, shit eatin' grin on my face.

"OK, how did the two of you meet up?" I asked, still smiling.

"Mike, you're not mad, are you?" Sheila asked, a slight smile on her face. I knew right then and there that she was up to something.

"Hey lover, I just got to fuck my two favorite ladies, so what have I got to be mad about? Unless you're both up to something I won't like."

"Honey, I met Donna at a charity meeting for MOMA, where we were looking at software solutions. We kinda got friendly, and seemed to have a lot in common."

"Yeah," I said, "But did you know it was me, your thing in common, that is?"

"Hell no!" Donna said. We found that out later, by accident."

"Well" Sheila said, "You remember that we agreed that our pasts were OUR pasts, separately? I had a couple of lesbian affairs in college. Then I decided I was Bi. Since I married you, I never slept with another man, but I did have some flings with women. Two, to be exact. Does that bother you?"

"No honey, it doesn't. Especially since I knew about them. I started to wonder about all those trips, and afternoons away. And your friend Meredith, dropped some not so subtle hints. So I followed you. When I saw you were meeting other women, I figured that you needed something I couldn't give you. As long as you weren't cheating on me with other guys, I felt it best to leave it alone. At least until you were ready to tell me. I trust you, and I love you, and I know you feel the same way, so trust me now and tell me what's happening." 

"You knew about them? You SHIT!! Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Because it was your action, and up to you to follow up on it or not. Besides, I'm not getting any younger, and...well I was afraid I wasn't enough for you any more."

"Oh MIKE, you have always been enough man for me. For any woman. Right Donna?"

"Absolutely, honey. I should have grabbed this hunk when I could have. But the chemistry wasn't there. You two sure have it though."

Donna rolled off the bed and headed for the sitting room and the bar. 

"Why don't I pour us a drink, and we can talk about this fantastic new situation?"

I rolled over and took Sheila in my arms and kissed her gently. Then I reached over, and swatted her ass. "That's what you get for not being totally honest, honey," I said with a smile.

"Beast!!" she replied, as she grabbed my cock. 

After pouring us some Champagne, Donna came over and sat on the bed with Sheila and me. We took the offered flutes and both of us drank them down. 

"Wow." I said. "I must have needed that."

"Mike, are you OK with this? Are you really OK with it?" Sheila asked.

"Honey, I'm OK if you're OK. Like I said, I knew about your Bi experiences. I was just concerned that I wasn't doing something right."

"Mike, you've always done everything right. I guess that's why I felt guilty when I went with the other women. But I really felt I needed it."

"Love, if that's what you need, it's fine with me. Especially under these circumstances." As I said that, I was pushing two fingers into Donna's cunt, and my thumb was pressing on her clit. 

"OH LOVER, keep that up and I can go all night!!"

"Hey Michael" Sheila said, "What about me?"

"I think I can handle you two twats." As I reached my lips to Sheila's nipples...



Games Boys Play



I was still in full time education and spent all my time dreaming about the girls I wanted to fuck. It was girls who turned me on and it was girls that I wanted to get to grips with. Trouble was opportunity had just not come my way.

I had a friend called David and we hung around together quite a lot. The main topic of our conversation was girls and it seemed that we both had one track minds. Later I was to find out that David's mind was also running on a second track or maybe that was my mind; I never really worked out who was the motivator.

David was a good looking guy and a lot of the girls fancied him so it was surprising that he didn't have a regular girl. True his lips were a little full and he had an air of femininity about him but I felt comfortable in his company.

Back in those days there were two innocent magazines to be found on the racks of most news agents. One was called "Tip Bits" and the other was called "Revallie", I might be wrong on the titles but the content of both magazines was similar. Pretty innocent stuff really but at the time it was our only access to risqué stories. 

Both of us had read a story in one of these magazines relating to an episode where a group of friends had played strip poker. One afternoon, when there were no lectures to attend at college, we walked round to David's house. His parents were out and we had the house to ourselves.

We sat in the lounge, put some music on and started to chat as young lads will. Excitedly we discovered that we had both read the same article about strip poker. We discussed it for a while then David said, "Let's do it, you and me."

"What, strip poker, you and me? I replied "You've got to be joking."

"Come on," encouraged David, "It'll be a laugh. We don't have to go all the way. Just down to our pants."

"OK," I answered, "Best we go to your bedroom where we can't be seen. Grab the cards; let's do it."

We shut ourselves into his bedroom and sat on the side of his bed. It turned out that neither of us was quite sure how to play poker so instead we decided just to deal the pack and let fate take a hand; we agreed that each time a jack was dealt to either of us we had to remove one item of clothes.

I started to feel horny and my cock was straining against my underpants. It was difficult to see if David was in a similar state of excitement but time would tell.

The cards came in a random fashion and we shared the jacks; pretty soon we were both down to pants, vests and socks. At this stage my luck seemed to run out and the jacks kept coming my way. The socks came off one at a time and then the vest; I was left in underpants. By this time my erection had disappeared and worry was now my main companion.

I hoped against hope that the tables would turn and David would get the next jack; but no; fate was not on my side, the next jack fell to me. I was obliged to remove my underpants. David was excited and waiting for me to deliver; I was nervous and not sure what to do. 

I bottled out; "No," I blurted, "That's as far as it goes. I'm not taking my pants off!"

David took it in good heart and the cards were put away and we just lay on the bed side by side. We talked aimlessly and just relaxed. After ten minutes a strange thing happened. David playfully reached out and patted my penis. No one had ever touched my penis before and the feeling was like an electric shock. A shiver went through my whole body, my mind somersaulted. Did it happen? Am I sure it happened? Did I dream it?

A minute later David delivered another swift tap to my boyhood. Once again the shock of this contact was electric. My mind was in turmoil; what should my response be?

It seemed that the best plan was to strike back so I reached out and gave him a brief pat. It was a very quick contact and I was unable to define any detail. His penis lay hidden under his pants. It now developed into a game of tag with each of us delivering brief pats to the others private parts.

How did it happen? Who did it first? I can never be sure but one of us kept his hand in contact and within a few seconds our hands rested on each others cocks. This was my first ever sexual contact. My cock was rock solid and I was excited beyond belief. It seemed that the world did not matter any more; nothing mattered; there was a hand gently massaging my prick through my pants. My left hand rested lightly on David's cock and I gently rubbed and squeezed it.

The time had come; my hand slipped in through the fly opening of his pants and I held a real cock in my hand. David did the same for me and we both lay there immersed in the glorious feeling of mutual masturbation. 

His cock was warm, it was hard and it was strange. I never felt anyone's prick before and here I was playing with the cock of my best friend. The session could have taken all sorts of turns but I was a novice. Mutual wanking was all that we managed on that first session. We didn't even bring each other to a climax; we got so excited that we both ministered to our own needs and brought ourselves to a climax. Our bellies were both covered in our spunk and it was with feelings of guilt that we cleaned our selves up.

We didn't exchange many words and I left shortly afterwards. I just didn't know what to think. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see David again.

A few days passed and there was a burning desire in me to experience those special feelings again. I nervously made contact with David to see how he felt. It seemed he was feeling much the same and I rushed round to his house.

I rang the bell and the door was opened; David ushered me in and as we stood there in the hall something very strange happened; it was totally natural and not precipitated by either party; it just happened. We kissed; right there in the hall; we just kissed and it seemed natural; it seemed right; we kissed like a boy and a girl would. We wrapped our arms round each other and pushed our groins together. His tongue darted into my mouth and seemed to reach every far corner; my tongue reciprocated and we stayed locked together for a full five minutes.

We could have done it right there in the hall but common sense dictated that we must retreat to his bedroom.

"What shall we do," I asked, "Cards again?"

"We don't need cards Peter. We just need to do it; right here; right now." Having said this David gently pushed me back down onto his bed. He quickly removed his jeans and his pants and revealed his cock. In truth in our last session I hadn't seen his cock, just felt it. It stood now with the head pointing to the ceiling, it was hard and it was long; like myself David was circumcised and the head of his cock stood proud and shiny. There was a tiny pearl of precum on the head and something inside me made me lean forward and collect that tiny pearl onto my tongue.

Having done this I leaned back and looked at his cock; I reached forward and held the shaft in my hand; I squeezed, I rubbed and I massaged his prick. The next thing I knew a powerful pair of hands went to the back of my head and pulled it forward, my lips were guided to that beautiful penis.

It slipped into my mouth and I thought to myself, "This is what I want to do. I don't care what might be said of me; I want to suck David's cock."

David encouraged me, "Come on Peter, suck it, get your lips round it, I want to come in your mouth."

It seemed that this cock might be more than I could handle and as it continually hit the back of my throat I began to gag. David withdrew and seemed to calm down a little. He sat on the bed beside me and with a little help from m he extracted my prick from my pants. We lay full length on the bed and began to kiss again. After a while we parted and David looked at me and said, "We need to do it."

"What shall we do? How will we do it?" I was confused; I wanted sexual relief; I wanted David's cock but I wasn't sure about the logistics. David took control.

"69. We do it in the 69 position and we suck and suck till we explode." Having said this David turned and once again I was presented with his cock; it seemed to know where to go; it had a mind of its own; it darted into my mouth before I could draw breath. At the same time I felt Dave's lips surround my cock; I felt his tongue pressing demandingly against my cock head; I started to experience feelings I never knew I could have. It was a race against time; who would come first? Could we climax together?

Ding, dong: Oh no! Panic; the front door. We should have ignored it but couldn't take the risk. Cocks were tucked away in our pants and David raced down stairs to answer the door. It was his sister; bad luck that she was home but good luck that she had forgotten her key and had to ring the door bell.

I made my excuses and hurriedly left; I glanced back at David and mouthed the words. "I'll call."