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Helpless

By: Mhaile



I wrote this for a friend... who was somewhat embarrassed to tell me about this incident and answer my questions. Perhaps because it involves forbidden fruit event remains one of the most erotic memories of his life. He said the details, as I have written it, are amazingly accurate.

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Kathie and I are pretty open about sex. We like to keep a sense of adventure about our sex life. I suppose our openness about the subject has made it easier for Kathie's daughter Riane to talk to her about it.

Eighteen years old, and very attractive, Riane had gone through a steady stream of boyfriends. Both of us assumed she had been quite active sexually, since she admitted losing her virginity at 15. Kathie, of course, had made sure, early on, that Riane was taking all the necessary precautions. My stepdaughter had certainly given the impression, since her first roll in the hay, that she had been gaining further sexual experience.

Kathie was surprised to learn, during a frank discussion with Riane, that she had only had intercourse with two different boys. Somehow their conversation then turned to orgasms. Riane made it clear she knew all about getting guys off - giving them hand jobs and blow jobs - but she told Kathie that she didn't think she'd ever had an orgasm, except by masturbation.

Not even by a guy giving her oral sex, Kathie had inquired. It was then Riane confessed that none of the boys she had got sexual with had "done that for her" yet. I guess Kathie rolled her eyes, or made a funny face when she heard that, because Riane's next question was if Kathie let me do that to her.

Well, yes, Kathie had said, laughing, and proceeded to answer some more of Riane's curious questions.

Kathie told me about this conversation later. I was a little embarrassed that she had been talking about our sex life in such detail with her daughter. How else is she going to learn, Kathie had said. Secretly, my male pride was feeling pretty good because she had spoken highly of my talents.

What I didn't expect was the effect it would have on Riane... the following weekend... when Kathie was away on one of her short business trips.

- - - - - - -

For starters, it was unusual for Riane to be home on a Saturday night. She said she needed a break from what she called the social "mind games" of her friends. We ended up ordering pizza, sharing a bottle of wine and watching a movie on TV.

Riane and I would often bug each other, sparring verbally or wrestling playfully after an unexpected poke or punch, usually instigated by her. Perhaps it was the wine's influence that night, which Riane had been consuming at a high rate, that caused us to get onto one of our little tussles during the movie. Only this time it became apparent our wrestling match was not going to end as quick as most did. Every time I suggested we take a breather and let my guard down, Riane would pounce on me again.

In these kind of playful scraps it is impossible to predict where your hands are going to go. I was wearing jeans and a shirt over a T-shirt. Riane was wearing a sweat shirt and sweat pants... and apparently nothing else. I got a handful of soft breast through her sweat shirt a couple of times by mistake. Then, trying to pry her off me at one point, I accidentally pulled her sweat pants half way down her bare bum.

In spite of this, and my apologies, she was not giving up or backing off. She would only laugh and attack harder instead. I would get her under my control, make her say "uncle" a dozen or more times, thinking she would finally give in, but as soon as I let her go she would jump onto me again.

I was starting to sweat from the exertion. Both of us were breathing hard. I swear my hands touched every part of her as we laughed and struggled. Riane is quite well-endowed, like her mother, and her breasts were constantly bouncing around and pressing against me. Our legs would get tangled, her thigh thrust up into my crotch or her crotch thrust against my thigh. 

At some point, trying to hold this young, nubile body at bay got the better of me. I could feel my groin getting noticeably warm, my cock starting to swell. All this grabbing and writhing... and heavy breathing... was triggering some innate male arousal in me.

As the bulge in my pants got larger I was sure Riane must be aware of it. Embarrassed, I tried again to stop the wrestling match. I squirmed on top of her on the couch and held her hands down. My shirt was pulled out of my pants and half unbuttoned. Both of us were panting from the energy we had expended.

"Okay... okay... Riane... I give," I said, trying to prevent her from wriggling out of my grip. She managed to wrap her legs around my waist. "Enough already!"

"You can't give... " she squealed in protest, laughing.

"What do... you mean... I can't?"

"Cuz... I have... to make you give!"

"It's gonna be... a cold day in hell... before that's ever going to happen..." I replied, shaking my head, trying to clear my thoughts and catch my breath. "So I'm... choosing to give!"

I felt her body relax. Slowly I released her wrists, waggling my finger and glaring at her as I sat back against the couch. Her bare tummy was bouncing up and down like a trampoline with her rapid breathing. Her eyes were locked on mine.

"Ohhhh-kay!" she said with sarcastic emphasis, pulling out the leg stuck behind my back and draping it over my lap next to the other one. "I'll let you give... you chicken... if you... give me something..."

"Hah! Give you something!" I said, wiping my forehead with my hand, relieved our scrap was coming to an end. "Give you what?"

"Give me... an orgasm!" she blurted... and with one quick motion she swept her sweat pants past her hips, down her legs, off her feet and tossed them onto the floor.

Her movement was so sudden that I didn't realize what she was doing until her slender legs were draped back over mine. She was naked from the waist down, except for a pair of white socks.

I was stunned... shocked... unable to speak... and unable to look away! I should have immediately grabbed her pants and covered her up. I should have said no. I should have got up and walked away. But I didn't.

I was enthralled by the sight of her smooth, unblemished, youthful skin. My eyes roamed over her calves, up her thighs... between her thighs... and stopped. The sight of her pussy... well, not exactly her pussy, but her pussy hair... held me spellbound. She was in full bloom! There was evidence of some trimming at the crux of her thighs, but the rest of her mound was covered by a light-colored forest of long, curly hairs, not quite thick enough to hide her delicate lips and seam. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen full-grown pubic hair on a female. At that moment her wispy hairs struck me as incredibly sensual, an indication of innocence, of discovery, of newness. I had the strange impulse to reach over and ruffle them, to see how high the curls would spring, a mountain of twirls and swirls against the background of the smooth, pale skin of her trim belly and thighs. And then I realized my heartbeat had doubled its pace.

"Holy shit..." I started.

Riane immediately interrupted. "I want you to...," she said, taking my hand in hers and guiding it towards her wispy mound. 

"...touch me..." she thrust my fingertips through her soft forest of curls, opening her thighs slightly.

"...right here..." Oh God! She shoved my fingers between her warm pussy lips, until they dipped into her wet heat.

"Oh shiiiittt..." my utterance at that moment was something between a moan and an exclamation. My God she was soaking wet! Obviously our wrestling match had warmed her up as well. Again I was entranced. I should have pulled my fingers away, but no, they remained still. I was paralyzed by the conflict raging inside me. I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this, but the protests of my conscience were no match for the physical desire blowing through me. You have to understand that the feel of a woman's soft wetness... that intense warmth... that readiness... that oozing slickness... close enough to smell the scent... oh sweet Jesus... it's like lighting a fuse that can't be put out.

"I want you... to... ummm... lick me there!" The last three words rushed out of her mouth, like she wanted to say them before she chickened out. "Mum said... ohhhhhhh!"

Her words transformed into a loud moan. I knew what she and Kathie had talked about, so I cut short her sentence by stroking my fingers, spreading her moisture up her lips, parting them gently. Her whole body arched in shock from this intimate caress, like she was a spring wound tight, waiting to be sprung.

Riane's tummy quivered and a little "uh" came out of her mouth as the tip of my finger glided over her hard little clit. Then back down. Up and down... her legs opening a bit more... her eyes closing... her mouth stuck forming another "uh"... her hand frozen in mid air, hovering above my fingers. The only sound was the little slurpy noises of my fingertips caressing her wet folds.

At this point my cock was pounding, totally and uncontrollably hard, aching from the strain of being confined. Each heartbeat was sending a throbbing message from my bulge into the back of Riane's naked leg, laying over my lap, although I'm not sure she was even aware of it.

While my fingers explored, I slid my other hand softly up the inside of her thigh. I was shocked again at the intensity of her reaction. Her upper body arched like a bow, head thrown back, a low, wailing moan springing from her throat at this simple caress.

"This isn't hurting you is it?" I said, knowing her thighs weren't shuddering with from pain, but wanting to hear her reply. Every nerve in her body seemed ready to explode. She sucked in a big gush of air, threw her hands back above her head and ground her pussy into my touch.

"Ooohhhh no-no-no-no-no-NO! Don't stop!" A whooshing breath came out of her twisted lips. "DON'T stop!"

Jesus! What the hell had I got myself into! 

- - - - - - - 

Oral sex, I told myself. I'll give her the oral sex she so desperately wants and that's it. As long as I keep my cock in my pants everything will be okay. After all, I could teach her a couple of tongue tricks. Eating her out isn't really having sex. God, she's so wired to cum it won't take much.

My rationale went something like that, as far as I can remember, although I wasn't very rational at that moment. In truth, Riane was an oral sex virgin, laid out in front of me, and the thought of taking her oral sex virginity was so arousing I couldn't resist.

I lifted her legs slowly and began to reposition myself. Riane glanced to see if I was leaving... or staying. When she realized I was staying she moaned softly and closed her eyes. As I shifted, I quickly slid one hand into my pants and pulled my stiff cock up against my belly. Ahhh, what relief! Then I opened her thighs and settled between her legs. Oh, sweet heaven, what a wonderful view! My heart was racing even faster than before.

"One of the most important things to do... when you please a woman," I managed to mumble, "Is to take your time. You mustn't dive right in. Teasing a little at first is good."

I placed a little kiss half way up each smooth thigh. Again I was amazed at how she jumped expectantly at this... and she was certainly not shy about moaning.

"Little kisses tell a woman how pretty and desirable she is," I said, parading my light smooches slowly up one side, then the other, the scent of her sex getting stronger as my nostrils neared the source.

"And then you must remind her of how wonderful a tongue feels on skin... " I planted my lips just below the upper swell of her thigh and let my tongue probe her flesh, licking softly.

"Ohhh... myy... Gaaaawwd..." Riane groaned out loud... real loud... her hands clutching at the couch on either side of her hips. I half expected her to squirm away from me, but she arched her pelvis down instead, legs spread wide, as if to entice my tongue to her anxious pussy. Here it is, come and get it! She gasped and quivered as my lips and tongue played along the final smooth stretch to the crux of her thighs.

"One thing often forgotten... " I murmured softly, "is how sensitive the crease is where your thighs join your body. Right here..."

I placed my hands firmly on on the insides of her shapely thighs, holding them apart for this... and then licked the crease of her leg from bottom to top, beside her pussy, her long pussy hairs tickling my cheek. Riane cried out desperately, groin hunching upwards in delight, legs pushing closed, but my hands held her in place, held her open as I licked one side, then the other. No doubt she had never felt a tongue there, nor was she used to a man's face tickling her private curls. Her desperation was inspiring. If her pussy was throbbing and aching as much as my cock I could only wonder what she would do when my tongue plunged inside her. I let my nose and lips ruffle through her wispy hairs, savoring her wet scent. and then paused.

"Am I doing okay...?" I asked innocently.

"Ohhh yeeaaaaahhh... ohfuckyeah..." she gasped. "Dooon't stop...!"

"It's important for a man to tell a woman how attractive every part of her body is. You have a beautiful pussy Riane." As I spoke I slid my hands up her thighs.

"Ohhhh fuckkk..." was all she could say.

"And your wet juices smell so sweet and delicious, I can't wait to taste you!" I knew she might be concerned about her feminine odors. I wanted her to know I love the scent of a woman's sex.

"One more thing..." I murmured, gently massaging the stiffened muscles at the crux of her thighs. "To really enjoy this you must let yourself relax, open yourself up, let it happen."

"Ohhhh shittt..." she moaned, expelling the air held hostage in her lungs in one big whoosh, then sucking in fresh oxygen. Her legs relaxed, then tensed, then relaxed, then tensed under my kneading fingers. 

"Ohhh God... I'm... I'm trying..." she groaned and then whimpered, body quaking, as my fingers slid through her pubic hair and peeled her wet lips apart, revealing the soft, rippled, pink flesh inside her quivering hole.

"That's it," I purred. "Let it happen. Enjoy the feel of my breath cooling you." I blew gently into her tender wet well. Her vaginal muscles, along with the rest of her torso, clenched with each gust. A little "oh" squeezed out of her mouth each time my breath caressed her. She shoved her hands down onto her taut stomach, clutching the bottom hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it down, pressing her knuckles into the upper swell of her mound.

"Relax..." I said, breaking the rhythm of my little breezes, letting her catch another much-needed deep breath.

"That's better. Relaxed now?" I asked. I could feel her struggling to let herself go, to make herself vulnerable.

"I'm trying... oh fuck!" she squeaked, her groin hunching toward my face involuntarily.

"Take another deep breath." I said. She did, a long emptying one, letting go of her sweatshirt, putting her hands beside her. Her body went limp as she exhaled.

"Much better. Relax and enjoy. Are you relaxed now?" I asked again.

"Yes..." she lied.

Before the word was completely out of her mouth I swept my tongue deep into her pussy, dipping into her wet, throbbing hole, washing upwards over her swollen clit in one long lick.

- - - - - - -

"Uuuuunnnhhhhh... " Riane cried out in agony, as if my soft probe slicing over her most intimate flesh had delivered a mortal wound. Her hands tore at the cushions, her upper body snapping off the couch, knees rising.

Holding her in place, my second long, searching lick hit her just as the sensation of the first one was ebbing from her shuddering body. My tongue flicked over her tenderized nub, inspiring another deathly squeal of pleasure. Riane was frozen in joy, half raised up, her facial features compressed by the sensations unleashed in her. I gently pushed her back down with one hand, until she collapsed, at the last second.

"Oh... myyyy.... fuucccking... Gawwwwd!" she managed to croak, breath coming in quick gasps, body still shuddering.

"Enjoy." I said, not wanting her to recover, parting her sweet petals with my tongue once again. The thought that she'd never been tongue-fucked egged me on. I swirled the tip of my probe around her sweet entrance, dancing along the soft and supple edges, teasing her with a quick little dips. Then I buried myself into her, burrowing my tongue up into her quivering well, wiggling it as deep as I could, lapping at her inner walls.

Her body bucked violently against my mouth, accompanied by another moaning wail of joy. She was definitely not going to last long. And then I realized she didn't have to.

My squirming probe became a little cock, thrusting into her as if it was ready to cum, setting up a rapid rhythm... in, out, in, out. God knows (and I'm embarrassed to admit it) I wished my real cock was pumping in and out of Riane at that moment.

My tongue adjusted to licks... up into her hole, then popping up towards her clit... again... and again... wanting her to feel like I was enjoying the world's best tasting ice cream treat. Riane was clearly getting into it. Her body began to hump in time with my tongue's strokes... her squeezed, tight voice chanting "fuck... fuck... fuck..."

It was time to send her to heaven. I swirled my licker up over her little fleshy knob, swollen hard with horny desire. First circles, then flicks, then side to side lashes... my nose pushed hard against her pubic bone. Riane's helpless body began to shake. Her chant became a strange "ohhhwaah... ohhhwaah... ohhhwaah..." sound. My tongue flicked and licked faster and faster... and then I sucked her nub into my mouth.

Suddenly everything inside her stopped... or seemed to stop. Her legs froze. Her breath froze. The shaking stopped. It seemed like her soul had left her. And then... WHAM... she broke apart... shredding... cumming in a violent, limb-whipping, head-whipping blast of exquisite joy... what voice she had left was expelled in an ungodly series of howls!

I eased my tongue's attentions, holding her down and making my licks light and gentle again as the waves of her orgasm waned, washing the insides of her quivering lips with my tongue. I could feel her body slowly recover from its churning, her lungs gasping for air.

"Ohhhh myyyy... oh my my my my... my my myyyyy!" she wheezed, trying to get her bearings. "Ohhhhh... ahyyeeeeee!"

Her voice turned into a squeak again, body jerking, as I flicked my tongue over her clit... just once, to test it. Her hands jumped onto my head, pushing me away.

"Oh God... too sensitive... tootootoo sensitive! Holy shit..." and then, "HOLY SHIT!"

"You enjoyed that?" I queried, my breathing warm and wet.

"That...!" she exclaimed. "That!" A pause. "That was the fucking most wildest thing I have ever felt!" Air came swooshing out of her lungs.

"It was good?" Mr. Innocence again.

"Oh fuck! That...!" A pause. "That was better than good... much fucking better... holy shit!"

"And you know the beauty about being a woman?" I asked. Riane had made no attempt to move away.

"Oh my god, I'm shaking like a leaf..." she murmured. "What?"

"Is that a woman can have those one after another. As many as she wants."

- - - - - - -

"Another one...?" Her voice was almost a whisper.

"That's right, another orgasm. You're still sensitive there, but just let your body and mind go with it. I'll be gentle at first."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." Riane moaned as my tongue pried between her soft lips again, leisurely exploring her slick surfaces. "Omigod... I don't... think..."

"You haven't felt anything yet..." I murmured, then sent my tongue on a juicy safari, up into her still-pulsing hole.

"Ohhhh fuucckkk..." 


Helpless



I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was beginning to like the idea. I was even more sure when I swept my tongue up over her clit again. Her body tensed and shuddered, accompanied by another low moan, but there were no pushing hands this time.

"There's no rush," I said. "This time be prepared to feel it all over."

"Ohhhh fucckk..." Riane groaned, her body squirming against my mouth's affections.

"They say..." I murmured, sweeping my hands up onto her belly, caressing her belly button lightly, then gliding my fingers up under her sweatshirt onto her bare ribs. 

"That the nerves..." My fingertips grazed the soft swell of her breasts. She made no move to stop me. Instead her chest arched into my touch, her breath quick and shallow. I kissed her wet pussy lips.

"In a woman's nipples..." I cupped her pillow-soft tits in both hands, surprised at their size, rotating my fingers towards each apex.

"Are attached to the insides of her pussy!" My fingertips swept to her nipples, finding them hard and erect, trapping them, giving them a gentle squeeze... and giving her another long searching pussy-lick at the same time. A long, low wail came from Riane, her body writhing with joy. My hands caressed her luscious breasts very lightly, savoring their shape, savoring the feel of taut nipple against palm.

"Oh fuck this..." Riane half moaned, half sighed, rising suddenly, grabbing the bottom of her sweatshirt and ripping it up and off her body... tossing it towards her sweat pants... then flopping back down onto the couch, arms thrown above her head.

I was stunned for a moment. Stunned by the sight of her supple body, now completely naked! Her pretty face, her breasts, her nipples... my hands touching, caressing, her breasts, her nipples. Jesus! Mother of God! What a fuckable body!

I think it was me that groaned at that point... a feeble protest against the urges she was arousing in me. I pulled one hand down and slid two fingers inside her. It was a reflex... something I would normally do to Kathie, to any woman, at that point. My fingers invaded her hot, buttery depths with startling ease, sliding in to the last knuckles, fingertips probing her inner ripples and folds, searching for her G-spot.

"Uh... my... God!" Riane's voice gurgled at the pleasure of this intimate penetration, body arching once again.

I was imagining my cock in place of my fingers. Things were getting out of control! I could feel the volcanic 'NEED TO FUCK' enveloping my consciousness. God, my rock-hard cock wanted to fuck that sweet pussy... but NO... oh God I can't think that! My mind struggled as my fingers began to do what my cock wanted to do... to pump in and out of her!

I was surprised to feel Riane begin to rock in time with my thrusts. She arched harder and harder, grunting louder and wilder, her legs jerking like a frog swimming... fucking... yes, fucking... my fingers, as hard and as fast as she could.

And then I knew she was headed for bliss once again. My hand squeezed her breasts, my fingers fucked her hole, my face pressed into her sweet treasure, tongue a whirlwind. There it was... that telltale pause as her body turned inside out once again. Her tortured hole seemed to open momentarily, inviting me inside her... her hands clutched at my hand on her breast... and then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The force of her orgasm whipped her upper torso off the couch, crying out, pussy clamping my fingers like a vise... then releasing... then clamping... her sock-covered heels crashing into my back... with each glorious burst of heaven.

When I felt her body go limp, completely spent, I pulled away.

"Oh fuuucckk..." she gasped in a small, withered voice. And then she weakly repeated it over and over... with each labored breath.

- - - - - - -

I rotated and sat back against the couch, throwing my head back, breathing hard as I wiped her sweet juices from my cheeks with my sleeve. I had to close my eyes. God, it was all I could do to restrain myself. I wanted to fuck her. God, I wanted to fuck her... fuck her sweet little pussy while it was still cumming. I had to look away from her, think of something else, anything else! My cock was ready to rip its way out of my pants! Jesus! I want to take it out! My hand squeezed the bulge. Get a grip on yourself! No, not that kind of grip! It's over... just relax... it's over!

I felt the couch move slightly... and suddenly there were hands on my thighs!

My eyes snapped open in shock. Riane had rolled off the couch and was kneeling in front of me, reaching for my belt. I grabbed her wrists and held them while she fumbled with the buckle, but I didn't pull her hands away.

"What are you..." God, she had beautiful breasts!

"Just be quiet," she said, a wide satisfied grin on her face, still breathing hard. "It's my turn. I'm good at this too you know!"

"Riane, I don't..."

"Shut up!" She interrupted my protest again, pulling her hands out of my grip and sliding my belt open. "Let me do this or... or I'll beat you up again!" she added with a laugh. "You want it. I know you do. You need it... so let me give you some relief too... return the favor!"

"Oh God..." I sighed, throwing my head back again. I couldn't lie. I wanted it. Wanted it badly! Her hands undid the button at my waist and unzipped my fly. My cock was throbbing so bad. Her hands gripped the waistband of my pants and gaunche. Oh God, my cock wanted to be sucked! I surrendered, lifting my ass off the couch. With one long tugging yank, Riane pulled my pants down my legs to my ankles. My cock sprang out, freed, wobbling stiffly to attention in front of her as I settled back down.

"Wow," she said, eyes wide, kneeling again, her breasts grazing against my knees as she pulled my thighs apart. "How did you keep that hidden in your pants?" she laughed, her hands sliding up my legs as she moved between them.

Oh my God what am I doing! Her head moved towards my cock. The anticipation sent a wave of tingly goosebumps scampering across my groin.

"Hmmmm..." Riane murmured, leaning over my wobbling shaft. "Mustn't dive right in..."

I groaned as she let her silky hair graze against my waiting cock. Jesus... she's going to torture me. I groaned louder, eyes rolling back, as her fingers nudged under my balls, cupping them, hand squeezing gently. Oh my fuckkkking God!

"I'm not hurting you am I?" I could hear the mischievousness in her soft voice.

"Oh no-no-no-no-NO! Not hurting one bit... oooooooh!" I moaned, more than willing to play along. She let her hair trickle back and forth over my taut, reddened skin... and though I know my nuts are on the outside of my body, her massaging hand felt like it was inside me, sending rivers of pleasure up into my groin.

"You have a very yummy cock..." she cooed, then placed a little kiss right on the tip, pushing it sideways with her lips.

I gasped at the brief, soft contact. Okay... she's good!

"...And I can't wait to taste your yummy cum!" She kissed my cockhead again, nudging it, sliding her tongue over my stretched little hole, tasting my oozing drop of precum.

"Ohhh my fuckkking Gawwwd...!" It was my turn to moan helplessly. She was toying with me... as I had toyed with her. A quick study!

"Ohhhh fuckkkk..." I moaned again as her free hand slid up my thigh. Her fingertips found the front and back of my shaft, tilting my cock back and forth, as if testing its stiffness. My hands gripped the seat cushion as she blew on the moisture her tongue had left behind.

"Just relax and let it happen..." she purred.

I laughed out loud. "Oh fuck... you ARE evil!" I was having trouble breathing.

"Evil in a good way... " she cooed. Her fingertips gave my hardness a squeeze. "Take a deep breath and relax for me."

I managed to suck in a breath and exhale quickly. All I could think of was the tension... the throb-throb-throb in my cock!

"Are you ready to give in to me now?" Riane asked in a voice that reflected her naughty smile.

I was going to say yes, but it came out as a wild animal howl of shock and delight instead. Riane gobbled my cock down her throat, tongue swirling, lips pressed tight against my veiny shaft. She gave me a quick, little bite and then abruptly pulled her mouth away, my cock making a popping sound as it sprang from her suction!

It is impossible to describe the sensation adequately. How do you capture the joy, the pain, the ecstasy, of a woman's mouth going down hard on you when your cock is so sensitive... so primed? But this was not any woman! My mind reeled into oblivion. She had rendered me completely helpless. I was going to cum... in my stepdaughter's mouth!

I must have almost leapt off the couch when she pulled away, because I remember her giggling with pleasure as she pushed me back down... as I had done to her earlier.

The moment my back hit the couch she swallowed me whole again. I was shocked how much of me she could take in. Yes, she was obviously experienced. And then she began to jack me off with her hand while she sucked and slurped madly. Only a few strokes and I could feel the unstoppable slow burn of my orgasm begin to build. My asshole clenched and my legs started to stiffen and quiver. For a split second I was disappointed I was going to cum so fast, but then figured that would be better under the circumstances. Riane's mouth, her grip, her timing and skill were pure heaven. My face scrunched up. God, I was sure my whole body was going to erupt and blow my cock right off! My mouth gaped, frozen wide open. Fire was burning up my shaking legs... here we go...!

Then Riane's mouth popped off me again!

- - - - - - -

I cried out in protest, trying to hold back, my eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh fuck this..." I heard her say, "This is what you need!"

Before I realized what was happening I felt her hand tilt my cock as the couch dipped, her knees grazed my thighs. I opened my eyes to find her jiggling breasts in front of my face... her thighs straddling me... her smooth belly poised above my cock.

That moment is burned into my memory forever, like a still picture... except Riane was anything but still. She was moving... moving downwards before my mind, my vocal chords, my body could react. In that same split second she impaled her pussy on my cock, dropping in one smooth motion.

I tried to say "no" but it didn't come out quite right. Instead it came out like, "N....... ohhhhhhhhhhh Gaawwwwddd!" A desperate moan from somewhere very deep, responding to the joy of her sweet pussy lips, her slippery oven, her hot, wet heat enveloping my burning dick.

"Ooooooooh! There!" she cried in satisfaction, wiggling to make sure she had captured all of me, pressing our pubic mounds together in a grinding embrace.

And then she began to fuck me! I could feel her hands gripping my shoulders. She began chirping "oh yeah" like an excited bird each time she bottomed out... as if she was about to cum again... her pussy gripping... and sliding... and squeezing! There was no way to stop what was going to happen. I'm sure I cried out, but it wasn't words. I tried to reach for her, to grab her, but all I remember is her breasts under my hands.

Perhaps if I hadn't been so far gone when she was sucking me... perhaps... but now the fire was already out of control. I began to thrust up, unable to stop the desire to fuck her back, bouncing her in the air, muscles melting, seizing. Unbelievably I was FUCKING my stepdaughter!

Somewhere, deep in my mind, I was trying to stop myself. But trying to stop, when it's already too late, makes an orgasm even more intense.

The explosion was so violent it pushed all the air and sound out of me. My insides coiled tight and boiled out of my cock with such exquisite force I was sure my cum had blow Riane to pieces. Her squeal of delight when she felt my hot liquid fill her confirmed she was alive and well. Her "oh yeahs" became shouts of victory. She rode me like a champion bronc rider, still on top and squirming in the saddle until my convulsions waned.

I couldn't move. And I was hoping she wouldn't move either... off my raw cock... not too quick at least. My eyeballs spun back into place and I managed to wedge them open.

"Holy fuck..." I panted.

"That was... good?" she panted back.

"Ohhhh yeah!" I managed, and then started, "But..."

"I know!" she said, interrupting me. She rose suddenly up off my dick, cupping her hand under her pussy and rushing off towards the bathroom. I grabbed my wet cock gingerly as it tilted sideways, still throbbing.

"Holy fuck..." I said again, closing my eyes.

I could feel my whole body quaking... a sort of inside-quivery feeling that makes it impossible to move or walk with any coordination. Jesus, that was a deep, mindbending, rock n' roll orgasm... I figured it had made my top ten for sure, maybe top five... maybe... even...

But... what the hell did we just do?

Jesus! A whole cascade of thoughts brought me crashing back to reality. I heard the toilet flush and the tap running, then Riane appeared in her white socks. God she had a great body! But she must have started to feel some guilt too, because she walked quickly over to her sweat shirt and sweat pants and yanked them on. She turned towards me and smiled at my still-exposed condition.

"Don't say anything," she said, seeing the look on my face. "It's my fault... totally my fault."

I shook my head and sighed in resignation. "I guess we got a little carried away," I said, pulling up my pants and trying to stand. "Now it's my turn to have shaky legs!"

"Mine are still shaking," Riane said, then added, "And thanks for making them shake."

"Ditto," I said and then groaned. " Oh Gawd... I don't believe we did this!"

I staggered off towards our master bedroom and the ensuite.

It was so good I'm surprised it never happened again. Somehow we knew it wouldn't, avoiding situations that might encourage it. There were times I'm sure we were both thinking about it... because we would smile at each other in a knowing, private way. 

Riane told Kathie that she wasn't interested in guys that wouldn't go down on her anymore.



Helpless



I should not have attempted to ski down the expert slope. My ski instructor warned me that I wasn't ready, but when has any twenty-two year-old male taken advice from anyone? I had served in the Army, been under enemy fire. A little snow-covered mountain was nothing compared to that. I was doing fine until I hit a snow-covered log halfway down, lost control and plummeted into the thick forest. I managed to dodge some of the trees but one of them refused to get out of my way. The paramedics took me to the hospital with two broken arms and two broken legs. Everyone said that I was lucky to be alive. That accident changed my life forever.

After three days in the hospital, I was sent home to recuperate. With casts on both arms and both legs, I was completely helpless. My beautiful mother Lillian became my nurse. She and my father had divorced while I was in the Army and I think she was happy to have a man to take care of again. My father had been generous in the settlement and had left her very well off. She used some of the money to buy a successful boutique.

Mom was, and still is, a very beautiful woman. Her fluffy hair is a light brown, almost blonde, and she wears it stylishly short. Her face is pretty without make-up, but when she does put it on, she could pass for a Las Vegas showgirl. She shows off her big tits by wearing anything with a plunging neckline. Some might say that her ass is too big, but I think it is perfect.

I laid in bed completely helpless, unable to do the two most important things in a young man's life - feed myself and masturbate. Mom turned her boutique over to one of her trusted employees and stayed home to take care of me. She gave me much better care than I would have had in a hospital, as you will see if you continue reading.

Mom saw my big nine-inch hard-on the very first day when she emptied my bedpan. She didn't say anything but I could see that she was impressed. Her eyes widened when they landed on the unruly member. She flushed with embarrassment when she realized that she was staring at it. The thrill of having my beautiful mother ogling my cock caused it to lurch upward as though showing off for her.

Days passed with me flat on my back with only the TV to relieve the monotony. If only I had been facedown, I could have fucked the mattress for relief. I was desperate. I was so horny that I couldn't stop thinking about sex. My beautiful mother became a participant in my sexual fantasies more and more often until she became the protagonist. I'm too ashamed to tell you some of the wicked thoughts I had about her.

Mom finally came to my rescue. One evening after she had served me a gourmet dinner, she joined me to watch television, as she often did in the evenings.

"Bill, I know that you are suffering, and I want to help you. I have given this a lot of thought, and I have decided that it would be cruel not to give you relief. This will not be an act of incest, God forbid. This will be a nurse treating a patient."

She popped a cassette into my VCR and said, "I rented this today. I wouldn't want you to think that I own such filth." She hit the play button and I was treated to the sight of two beautiful women switch-sucking a huge cock. My cock immediately lurched upward. Mom came forward with a vibrator in her hand. It was not one of the cylindrical vibrators that women shove up into their pussies, but one of the old-fashioned "muscle relaxers" that come equipped with a set of rubber attachments. Mom plugged the vibrator into the socket next to my bed and then pulled up a chair.

The hum of the vibrator was music to my ears. My cock was already rock-hard and was stretched out on my belly with the head past the navel. Mom pressed the rubber attachment down on the middle of the shaft. My God, it felt wonderful! Can you imagine being deprived of all sexual contact for an entire week and then having a vibrator pressed against your cock?

"Now we'll just let nature take its course, Bill. And don't be ashamed. I have seen ejaculations before. Don't try to hold it in."

But I did try to hold it in. After days of wishing for an orgasm, I was trying to hold mine back. If the vibrator didn't do the job, what would Mom do next? I had to find out. Fifteen minutes passed and I still hadn't shot my load.

"Maybe if I put it on the head we'll have better luck," Mom said, as she pressed the cup down over the purplish bulb. I had to struggle even harder then. I tried to relax and keep my breathing shallow and regular. Ten minutes passed, and then fifteen.

"It isn't working, Bill. I'll have to use my hand." Those were the words I had been hoping for. Mom left the room and returned a few minutes later with a bottle of hand lotion. "It's been awhile since I gave a hand job, but I think I remember how to do it," she said, as she squirted lotion in her hand.

Mom's hand felt wonderful on my tormented cock. I can't find the words to describe how good it felt. Her brisk strokes ran the full length of the shaft. I watched the pornographic images on the screen while savoring the feel of Mom's hand milking my cock. I struggled to hold back to prolong my pleasure. It was a miracle that I was able to last a full fifteen minutes. A sloppy on-screen cum-shot set me off. I was staring down at my piss-hole when it erupted. I came so hard that I shot myself in the forehead. Mom had a Mona Lisa smile on her pretty face as she watched the messy results of her handiwork. Spurt after spurt shot out onto my chest and belly. A week of pent-up semen came gushing out of Mom's pumping fist. I finally went limp. Even after the spurts stopped, Mom continued to strip out the dregs. There is absolutely no question in my mind that she loved every second. She was breathing hard, her face was flushed, and she licked her lips incessantly, all reliable signs that she was aroused.

"My, God, Bill, I've never seen anything like that before. Your father usually let go one or two spurts. You shot off more than a dozen. I suppose it has been building up in your testicles all this time, poor boy."

"Thanks, Mom. I really needed that, but I guess you can see that for yourself."

"How many times a day do you usually jack..uh..er..I mean, ejaculate?" Mom asked as she toweled me dry.

"Two and sometimes three," I lied. I usually jacked off once a day, but I wanted to take full advantage of the situation.

"Well, I think we can manage that," she said with a wink.

She removed the tape from the VCR and hurried away with the vibrator in her hand. She must have had a nice, long masturbation session because I didn't see her for an hour and then she had that freshly-fucked look on her face.

For the next week, Mom gave me three hand jobs a day. I always got a quickie in the morning and a slow number in the afternoon while we watched her favorite soaps on TV. Before we went to sleep, she gave me one that wasn't quite a quickie, and I usually got it while watching one of the porno tapes she rented for me.

Then one night there was a change in Mom's routine. Instead of putting a tape in the VCR, she turned off the light. The tightly-drawn drapes prevented any light from entering the pitch-black room.

"I've decided that you deserve something better from me than my hand. I remember how you always intervened when your father decided to slap me around. I want to thank you for that and for other things, but I don't think it would be right for you to watch."

Then her warm, wet mouth closed around my cock. The tight circle of her lips slid up and down the shaft. She concentrated on the bundle of nerves just behind the head. While she sucked, she gently fondled my bloated balls. I had had blow jobs from whores, but they hadn't been half as good. And then I realized why - the whores hadn't put any love into it. Mom's mouth was so wet that it felt like she had a mouthful of warm soup. I went over the edge much too soon. "Mom, you had better take your mouth off now. MOM, LOOKOUT! I'M GONNA CUM! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mom didn't miss a beat. She continued bobbing her head as I shot what felt like a pint of juice all over her taste buds. Then it was over and I could hear her swallowing.

"Do you feel better now?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Mom, that was incredible. I almost passed out."

"I don't want you to think that this is going to be something permanent between us," she warned. "As soon as you are back on your feet, I expect you to find a girlfriend to take care of your needs." And then she was gone.

Mom and I were on a new schedule; two hand jobs during the day and a blow job at night. After the third blow job, she left the light on so I could watch. What a sight it was! Mom looked so hot with my thick cock filling her mouth. She was doing me from the side, so her pretty face was in profile. I wish I could describe the expression on her face when I began pumping my load into her mouth. It was a look of satisfaction at a job well done.

A few days later, Mom spread my legs apart and did me from below. It felt even better because she could take me deeper. She kept her blue eyes opened and stared up at me, no doubt trying to gauge how far along I was. She suddenly stopped and got off the bed. Her dress, panties and bra were tossed aside and she stood naked in front of me. What a babe! Her tits had just the right amount of sag, her pussy just the right amount of hair.

I held my breath as she crawled back onto the bed. She straddled me, took my cock in her hand and inserted it in her warm, wet pussy. She lowered herself onto it until her full weight was on my hips.

"Taking care of your sexual needs has made me so horny that I can't stand it. I need this just as badly as you do. Even if you didn't want this, there isn't much you could do about it. I think you've been wanting this for years. Don't worry about going off inside me. I had my tubes tied after I had you. I couldn't take a chance on going through that pain again."

After she finished her little speech, she began posting up and down on my cock. Her cunt was much tighter than I expected and she had trained the muscles in the walls. Each time she lifted off of me, she milked me with her cunt. It was almost like a very slippery hand job. I had never felt anything like it.

"Oh, yes, that's nice," Mom cooed. "I had forgotten how good it feels to have a big, hard cock in my pussy. Oh, yes! I'm going to have one. I can feel it coming. The first one in years that I haven't had to give myself. HUH..HUH..HUH..HUH. I'M COMING! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

As Mom doubled over on me, her tits came within range of my mouth and I sucked on one to increase her pleasure. The spasms in the walls of her pussy pulled my trigger and I emptied my load into her. Our mutual orgasm went on for a long time. Just when I thought she was finished, she humped me a few more times. My cock finally slipped out and it was over.

Mom got on top of me and fucked me every day while I was laid up. We had a big party to celebrate the removal of my casts, then I took Mom to her room and I was the one on top for a change. 



Helpless



Buffy Summers walked down a dark street, she kept glancing around her, she was slightly frightened for her safety. OK, she was more than slightly frightened. Recently something weird had happened to her, she had completely lost all her strength and was as weak as any normal person.

Buffy crossed the road and passed a parked car, two middle-aged guys were standing by it.

“How about a lap dance little lady?” one of them asked.

Buffy ignored them and continued walking, she started talking to herself, “Willow and I’ll walk you home Buffy.’ ‘I’ll be OK, Xander, it’s only a couple of blocks back to mine.’ Idiot.”

Buffy continued walking and didn’t see the dark figure walk up to the two guys, punch one in the head and back elbow the other in the face, rendering them both unconscious. The dark figure then began to follow Buffy.

Buffy walked through the park; she got about halfway across the park when a very large and very hairy demon leapt out of the bushes at her. The demon had large teeth and horns about the length of Buffy’s forearm.

Buffy knew she was in trouble, she would had found it difficult to take on a demon this size and unarmed when she was at full strength, now she stood no chance.

The demon backhanded her and she flew ten feet backwards before hitting the ground hard and was knocked out.

When Buffy opened her eyes her vision was blurred, she felt no pain in her body from where the demon had hit her. 

From what Buffy could see, she was in a brightly lit place. There was a bright figure standing in front of her, the figure appeared to have wings. Buffy knew this figure was an angel, she also knew it meant she must be dead.

Buffy could hear music being played but the sound kept getting louder and then quieter, as if it from a radio wasn’t tuned in properly. Buffy heard a woman singing and managed to make out some of what was being sung.

‘… misunderstood. He said just to take good care of me, like he’s one of the family. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights. And I see one child in charge of me. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights …’ 

In total it lasted about forty-eight seconds. It was a beautiful piece of music and Buffy felt calm while listening to it.

Buffy closed her eyes and when she opened them again the bright light had gone, so had the angel. Buffy found herself lying on a very comfortable bed in a room that was romantically lit by lots of candles. 

Standing at the foot of the bed was a young man; he was just under six feet tall and was dressed from head to toe in black. The man also had long black hair. Buffy looked at the man’s face, to her surprise he saw he had red eyes, she looked at the rest of his pale face and saw that he seemed to be wearing grey lipstick and had a lip piercing, he also had his nose pierced.

“Ah, I see you’re awake.” The man said.

“W-where am I?” Buffy asked.

“You are in my house.”

“W-who are y-you?”

“Forgive me I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Azure.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“I brought you here, Buffy, to offer you what you most desire.”

“What I most desire?” Buffy said and tried to sit up, but was still too weak.

“Yes, I am an Archangel.”

“Oh give me a break…”

“I’m serious, when you first awoke did you not see an angel?”

“Yes but…”

“That was me, you’ll just have to trust me on this one.”

“So, how are you going to give me what I most desire?”

“First you must know that I can show you the fantastic pleasures and exquisite pain of Hell or I can show you the mysteries of heaven. You have two choices you can either tell me what you really desire or you can let me read your thoughts and give you what your soul desires….”

“OK, well this could…”

“Before you say anything else I must give you one piece of advice. You may ask to partake of carnal pleasures with whom ever you desire, but it will mean you will end up with the pain of Hell.”

“So, I can’t have the carnal pleasures of heaven then?”

“Oh you can, but you must not ask for them. It must be your soul’s desire that brings you carnal pleasure.”

“OK, so I guess I’m gonna let you read my mind.”

“I was hoping you would say that. Please sit up.”

Buffy did as she was instructed and sat up on the bed. Azure sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his fingertips on her temples. As Azure raised his hands Buffy noticed that his fingernails were painted black. Azure closed his eyes and concentrated, after a few seconds he lowered his hands and opened his eyes.

“So, what did you find?”

“Shhh.” Azure hushed Buffy and put his finger to her lips.

Azure lowered his finger and gently kissed Buffy, at first it was a closed-mouth kiss, but soon Azure’s tongue slid into Buffy’s mouth. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. 

Buffy felt a tingling in her groin and felt her pussy start to get warm and moist. She also felt a strange desire for this man she’d only just met, a man who claimed to be an Archangel.

Azure pulled Buffy’s top up over her head. He then continued kissing Buffy, cupping her breasts as he did.

Soon Buffy was helping Azure take his top off. Buffy’s bra was soon to join the growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor. 

Azure gently pushed Buffy so she lay on the bed. Azure lowered his head and kissed Buffy’s breasts, bringing her nipples erect. Buffy gasped as Azure ran his tongue round each nipple. 

Buffy’s crotch was changing from warm to hot very rapidly and she was leaking juice, which was being absorbed by her panties.

Azure began to kiss his way down Buffy’s body. Her stomach twitched as his kisses tickled her.

When Azure reached Buffy’s pants he stopped and undid them before slipping them off her slender legs.

Azure resumed kissing Buffy’s stomach, just above her panties. Azure could see that Buffy’s panties were now soaked with her pussy juice. The burning desire in her pussy was almost unbearable.

“Azure I want you in me.”

Azure pulled Buffy’s panties all the way off and dropped them on the floor. He then spread Buffy’s legs and lowered his head. Azure could smell Buffy’s intoxicating musk. Azure could wait no longer, he had to taste Buffy’s sweet pussy.

Azure lapped up some of Buffy’s love juices savouring the taste. He then licked Buffy’s clitoris, this sent electric shock waves of orgasm through Buffy’s entire body.

Azure then undid the buttons on his leather pants and pulled them off, he then also decided it might be a good idea to remove his spiked dog collar.

Azure took off his boxers and gently slid his cock inside of her. She was warm and wet around him. Azure slid himself almost completely out of Buffy’s sopping crotch, then slowly slid back in. He was turned on more by the fact that his actions made Buffy make soft purring and mewing noises. Azure lent down and kissed Buffy’s breasts, as Azure sucked each nipple in turn he sucked in a little of the milk flesh around them as well. Buffy’s moans began to get louder as she neared climax. Knowing Buffy was not far off climax Azure slowed down to tease Buffy. 

“Azure, please don’t slow down, I’m so close to cumming,” Buffy gasped.

“But Buffy, the best things cum to those who wait.”

Azure began to slowly, oh so slowly rub Buffy’s clitoris, barely touching the sensitive bud. So sensitive and gentle was his touch and so powerful the feeling it created, Buffy almost screamed out. It almost felt as though there was orgasmic electricity passing through her whole body, emanating from her clitoris.

After a few moments Azure picked up the pace slightly.

Each time he went in and out of her body they both moaned out each other's names. 

Azure continued his gentle, electric caress of Buffy’s clitoris.

“Oh Azure! More,” she said breathlessly. 

They both were close to reaching their orgasm. They came at the same time; Azure shot his load deep into Buffy’s warm pussy. As his cock pulsated inside her Azure could feel Buffy’s vaginal walls contracting round him. Great orgasmic waves smashed through them, then they gently subsided.

Azure gently rolled himself off Buffy and held her in his arms and she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Buffy awoke in her own bed and completely alone, there was no evidence to show that she had slept with an Archangel last night.

She felt very disappointed, she had thought she’d had the best nights sex ever and then she discovered it was only a dream.

Buffy sighed deeply and then sat up in bed, she suddenly realised her radio was playing, it was playing the exact same tune that she heard last night when she thought she was dead… when she was dreaming.

What was odd was it was the exact same forty-eight seconds of the song

‘…misunderstood. He said just to take good care of me, like he’s one of the family. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights. And I see one child in charge of me. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights …’ 

Buffy leaned over and turned her radio off.

Later that day Buffy met up with Willow in the school library, Buffy was still depressed that her one night stand with Azure the Archangel had turned out to be just a dream.

“Hey what’s up Buff? You’re looking rather low.”

“Last night I dreamt I slept with an Archangel.”

“Wow, Buffy you’re having erotic dreams about angels, let’s hear all about it.” Willow said with a grin.

“I dreamt that I was rescued by this tall, dark and mysterious guy who tells me he’s an archangel and that he would give me what I most desired. Then we made love and it was the greatest sex I’ve ever had. He made me feel as if there was an electric current running through me body that heightened the sexual pleasure.”

“Wow, that must have been a real blow, you know having the most fantastic sex of your life and then finding out you only dreamt it.”

“Yeah, I could do with some major cheering up.”

“Then I suggest that after school we go get sugared up on Mocha’s at the Espresso Pump and then head down the Bronze.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, I feel a need for more sugar than the human body can handle.”

That evening after Buffy and Willow had sated their sugar cravings they headed down the Bronze.

Buffy and Willow had a good time dancing together. 

Once they’d had enough dancing Buffy and Willow went and sat down at a table with Xander, to cool off and have a drink.

“So, Buffy are you feeling any better?” Xander asked.

“Huh?” Buffy said. She hadn’t told him about her dream and wondered how he knew about it.

“This strange lack of strength, have you got over it yet?”

“Oh, no, not yet. Giles thinks I’ll get over it soon though.”

Buffy raised her cup to her mouth to drink, but stopped when she heard the song that was playing.

‘… misunderstood. He said just to take good care of me, like he’s one of the family. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights. And I see one child in charge of me. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights …’ 

Buffy listened to the song to see if she could hear any more of the song, but right at the point where the song had ended before, Xander spoke.

“Buffy you OK?”

“What? Yeah I’m fine, nothing wrong with me.”

Buffy looked across the table and saw Willow was smiling at her.

“What are you smiling at?” Buffy asked.

“That tall, dark mysterious guy in your dream… did he have red eyes and have a lip ring?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” Buffy asked.

Willow didn’t say anything, she just pointed passed Buffy.

Buffy turned and saw Azure standing not ten feet away.

Azure walked to Buffy’s table, he stopped in front of Buffy and held out his hand.

“May I have this dance?” Azure asked.

Buffy smiled at Azure, then turned to Willow and Xander and said, “I’ll see you later.”

Buffy walked out onto the dance floor with Azure and began a slow dance with him.

“Who was that guy?” Xander asked. “Oh, just Buffy’s dream date.” Willow replied smiling.

Out on the dance floor Buffy talked to Azure.

“Listen, this is going to sound really stupid, but last night, it wasn’t a dream was it?”

“Only a dream come true. I’m so sorry I had to leave you, but you were safer in your own house.”

“Why was I safer away from you?”

“Because…” Azure hesitated, not quite sure how to go on. “Because I was sent after you, the Slayer, by some of the other Archangels/Darkangels. They wanted me to show you the pleasures and pain of Hell, they wanted me to kill you basically.”

“So, why didn’t you?”

“Why? Because, Buffy Summers, I fell for you the moment I saw you.”

“You fell for me?”

“I wanted to be with you, to hold you, to love you. But I had to send you back home last night, I feared for your safety, but now I have taken control and we can be together now.”

After the dance had ended Azure led Buffy back to his place again and they spent the night passionately making love. And did from that night onwards.

‘… misunderstood. He said just to take good care of me, like he’s one of the family. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights. And I see one child in charge of me. Child in charge of our days and our nights. Child in charge of our wrongs and our rights …’



Helpless



My name is Nicki. I have been invited over to a friend's house for an overnight. This will be our first time sleeping together. I know what he has in mind as I have anticipated this moment for a long time. So I pack a couple of changes of clothes, a sexy nighty (which I probably wont need), and a few other essentials that I will mention later.

I'm very excited to be free from work and other stresses of my life. It's Friday and I'm looking forward to a pleasurable weekend.

As I pull up to his house I notice that his car is gone. That's odd – he is expecting me. Wait... there is a note on the door. " Go on in and make yourself comfortable. I just ran to the store. Be back soon." I check the door and it is unlocked so I go in. He has a very nice house, and it's very clean for a bachelor. But I could tell it would be by the way he takes care of himself. 

After I've looked around for a while I decide to get comfortable. After all that is what he said to do. So I strip down to my black lace bra and thong. I also leave my heels on, I like the way they make my legs look longer. I sit on the couch to wait for him.

About an hour goes by and I'm beginning to become impatient. I turn on the stereo. Music has always helped me to relax. There is a very sexy beat playing. I return to the couch, sit-down, and close my eyes. I am thinking about my new lover and I am surrounded by his scent, which permeates this house. The music washes over me and I begin to feel very aroused. What will it hurt if I play with myself a little to get myself ready for him? 

I pull my thong to the side and with my long painted fingernails begin to gently massage and tickle my clitoris. I also have put on my clit holder. It is silver with red beads and I love how it looks and feels on me. Mmmm – I can feel myself starting to get hot and there is a wetness building at the opening of my vagina. I had better stop before I go to far. I want to wait for him.

"Oh Baby don't stop." 

I'm startled. "When did you get here?" I ask.

"Just in time by the looks of things. Keep going." He says with a grin as he sits in a chair across from me to watch. I pull my thong to the side again and resume playing with my pussy. I can see his cock starting to get hard as his trouser start to form a tent at his groin. I spread my legs further to give him a better view of my shaved pussy. 

"Stop." He commands.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" I ask again startled by his tone of voice.

"No, but you will do as I say tonight." He says as he stands and walks over behind the couch. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back to look up at him. "You are in my house and will do as I say."

"OK – Master." I say jokingly.

"Yes, and don't forget it." He lets go of my hair and I realize that I'm very wet and throbbing in my groin. A mini orgasm? Whoa, I didn't expect that.

I get up and start to reach for my dress. He grabs my hand to stop me. With just a stare he is telling me "No!" and I don't dare to cross him. Not tonight.

We go into the kitchen and he instructs me to sit up on the counter. He begins to cook dinner. He's not talking to me. Only an occasional glance in my direction lets me know that he knows I'm still there. 

He walks over to me spreads my legs and opens the drawer that is there between them. He pulls out a knife – and as he stares into my eyes he runs the back edge of the knife down my thigh. He then turns and walks away from me. What is this game he is playing tonight? He has me a little nervous, but very aroused.

"There is a blind fold on the dining room table. Go in, sit down and put it on." He commands. "And make sure you can't see anything." I obey.

It seems as though I'm sitting there for a while when suddenly I feel his hands on my back. He's unhitching my bra. He then puts his hands on my shoulders and slides his hands down my arms pulling my bra off as he goes. At the same time he is pulling my hands behind my back. I feel rope and begin to protest. "Trust me Baby." He whispers deeply into my ear. I relax and let him bind my hands behind my back. 

I then hear him walk back into the kitchen, but he quickly returns. "Are you ready?" he asks.

"Ready for what?"

"Just trust me." He says. "Open your mouth."

I feel something cool and smooth rubbing on my lips. He lets me take it into my mouth. Mmmm, a grape, then some apple. This continues with various fruits – but as he puts each one to my lips, he rubs them on my lips as if to tease me before he lets me take it into my mouth. 

Then I feel something cold on my belly, moving up to my chest between my breasts. Then it's on my nipple, so cold it makes me jump. I feel goose bumps rising up all over my body. Then immediately after the cold, I feel his warm wet mouth sucking on my breast. 

"What was that?" I ask breathless. 

He puts the cold to my lips. Ooooh, strawberry. I love this game. But just as I'm starting to relax and get comfortable with it, he takes the blindfold off and unties my hands. "It's dinner time." He tells me. I can see his very hard cock through his pants. I try to reach for it. "No. Not yet." He protests.

We eat a very delicious dinner of shrimp scampi and salad. I am still only wearing my thong and high heels.

After dinner he instructs me to go upstairs and lay on his bed. He has a big beautiful king sized four-poster bed with a canopy and red satin sheets. As I climb into the bed, I notice mirrors on the underside of the canopy. 

I can hear him cleaning up downstairs. Why is he teasing me so? Does he not like what he sees and is just stalling? I'm a little concerned that he hasn't just fucked me yet. I thought I was sending out all of the signals. He's driving me crazy with all of this seductive teasing.

Finally, He's coming upstairs. He enters the bedroom carrying two covered bowls and some candles. He stands beside the bed just looking me up and down. It's like he's inspecting me from head to toe. He then reaches into the nightstand and pulls out some more rope. OK, I see how this night is going. He wants total control. Aright, I'll play along. It's been very good so far. I cross my wrists and offer them to him to tie.

"I see you're starting to trust me." He says with a smile.

"You have not given me a reason not to, yet" I answer.

He then bounds my wrists and ties them to the headboard above my head. Then he bounds my ankles and ties them to the footboard. Curious, How are we going to have sex with my legs tied together? Now the blind fold. I'm completely immobile and feeling very vulnerable. I can hear him unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants off. My senses are going wild, the smell of his cologne, the soft music emanating from downstairs, the feeling of the cool satin sheets against my back and legs. I feel his hand on my ankle slowly moving up my shin, to my knee, my thigh – then it slides over to my hip completely avoid the place that wants to be touched most. It continues up my ribcage to my arm and up to my hand. He climbs on the bed and straddles my hips. Is that his cock I can feel against my abdomen? Yes, I'm sure of it. 

"You haven't been a very good girl." He says playfully.

"What do you mean?" I ask puzzled.

"You didn't wait for me to get home before you started playing."

"I'm sorry, just being here in your house made me so hot."

" Well, I'm glad it was at least me that set you off, but I still have to teach you a lesson." He pauses as though studying my reaction. "Are you ready?" he whispers so close to my face that I can feel his hot breathe on my cheek. Just at that moment I feel a hot searing pain on my left breast. I let out a cry. Then right after a very cold sensation... ice? This sudden temperature change is sending jolts to my crotch unlike anything I've felt before.

Then again the searing heat but on my right breast, again followed by the cold. I let out another cry. "What are you doing?" I whimper.

"Would you rather see it coming?" He asks as he bites my bottom lip very hard – I swear I can taste blood.

"Yes." I whisper.

He takes the blindfold off and I see he's holding a candle in one hand and an ice cube in the other. It is hot wax that is causing the pain. The whole room is dark except for a few candles scattered about. As I look around I see that one of the bowls holds the ice, the other is still covered. He takes me by surprise and pours more hot wax right into the middle of my chest. I scream. "You wanted to watch, so watch." He commands. He waits a little while this time for the ice. I never knew that this kind of pain could also cause such pleasure. My pussy is dripping wet and my thighs are getting slippery from my own pussy juices.

He then puts his mouth to my breast and bites one of my nipples sending me reeling into an unexpected place. I can't believe he hasn't even touched my pussy and I'm cumming under him. My mind is spinning from these different sensations. My insides are throbbing and trembling all at the same time as I arch my body under him. He is just watching, smiling, and feeling my body as it responds to his taunts.

He then picks up the second bowl. I can't see what's in it. There is a spoon and as he picks it up it is drizzling something dark and warm over my chest. Chocolate!! He starts at my neck and draws a line with the warm fudge all the way down to just above my labia. Then another line from nipple to nipple. He then puts two fingers in it and places them on my lips. I lick them and suck them clean. "You like to suck, huh?" He asks. Then he puts some chocolate on his cock and asks, "Do you want to lick this off?" 

I nod looking him in the eyes. He turns and straddles my head. I take his cock in my mouth and he shoves it into me hard, right to the back of my throat. He is ramming so hard that I almost choke on his large member. I can feel his vein pulsing; his cock is swelling, getting ready to shoot his hot load right into my mouth. 

As I am sucking furiously on his cock he is licking the chocolate off my belly and abdomen still being very careful to avoid my sweet love spot. Why is he depriving me like this? I want to beg him to untie my legs but I cannot with all of his cock in my mouth. He wraps his hands under my ass squeezing and massaging it and is kissing my thighs while he is pounding into my mouth faster and faster. He's starting to moan. I can tell he's very close to exploding like a volcano. And he does right to the back of my throat with such force it makes me start to gag, but I control it and swallow every last drop. As he slows down his rhythm, he moans and rolls off me. He then stands beside the bed, staring at my swollen lips and sweat beaded face. 

"I'm going to run an errand. I'll be back in a little while. You just stay here and think about what has happened so far." He says

"WHAT? Like I can go anywhere. Are you going to leave me tied up? Where are you going?" The questions explode from my mind. Why is he doing this? I'm very confused. 

"Relax, I want you just like this when I get back. I won't be long."

"Can you at least untie my legs?" I plead.

"Alright, but that's all."

"I want you. I want to feel you inside me." I beg.

"Not now, I have something I have to do. You will have me before the nights through. Don't worry." He answers as he pulls on his pants and leaves the room.

Well, here I lie, still bound at the wrists and covered in chocolate. A hundred things are flying through my mind. He gave me an orgasm with out even touching my pussy. Why hasn't he wanted to fuck me yet? Why did he leave me here tied up? I fall asleep thinking about everything that has happened and not happened.

I am awakened by something tickling my cheek. I open my eyes and it's difficult to focus as it has gotten very dark and the candles have burned down. As I gradually start to get my bearings I realize that it is he with the most beautiful red rose I have ever seen.

"I think we can undo these now." He says as he unties my hands. He then picks me up and carries me to the bathroom where he has a huge tub already filled with nice warm water. He puts me into the tub and climbs in behind me. 

"Put your head back." He says. And he begins to pour water over my hair and starts to wash my long brown locks. His strong fingers running through my hair and massaging my scalp is so relaxing. How can a man who was so rough an hour ago be so gentle now? He rinses my hair and pulls it up with one of my hair clips. He must have gone through my bags to find it. He then washes my back while he is kissing my neck and my ears. "Did I hurt you?" he whispers.

"No. But I am still aching for you." I answer.

"I know he says, just relax, you have me."

I lean back against his chest and he wraps his arms around me and washes the rest of the chocolate off my breasts and belly.

After snuggling in the warm water for a while he gets up. "Stay here, I'll be right back." 

After about twenty minutes he returns with a big fluffy towel and offers me his hand to help me stand. He dries me with the towel and takes me hand to lead me back to the bedroom. He has changed the sheets; they are now a cobalt blue satin. He has also placed new scented candles and two big bouquets of red and white roses on either side of the bed. He gently lays me down on the bed and begins kissing my still swollen lips. He kisses his way down my neck, my chest, stopping at each nipple to gently tease each one. Then he moves down my belly, my naval to my shaven mound. Finally, what I've been waiting for all night, he begins to lick and kiss my soft wet pussy. I quiver with the relief that I don't have to wait any longer.

His tongue is warm and wet, and is darting over my clit and around my vaginal opening – just enough to tease it. I'm running my fingers through his hair. "I want you." I breathe heavily.

"You have me, Baby." He replies.

"No, I want to feel you inside me."

He begins to kiss his way back up my body to my mouth and climbs on top of me. Gently sliding his cock right into place where it belongs. His cock and my waiting wet pussy feel like they were meant for each other. I have waited so long for this and he sends me into instant ecstasy. I'm burning hot and jolts of electricity are traveling throughout my body as I arch to meet him. I let out a loud guttural moan as I orgasm around him squeezing and milking his cock. Just as I am starting to come down he lets his hot juices flow into me sending me back up to meet him in yet another orgasm. I'm in pure bliss.

As we lay there covered in sweat and each other's juices I whisper, "I've learned my lesson. I will always wait for you from now on... My Master."



Helpless



We had played around with bondage before. What horny couple didn't? Nothing too rough, just using my old ties to keep her from being able to use her arms. Our bed has the perfect headboard for it, with nice bedposts to tie Jennifer's hands to. We've been married for ten years, since we were 22. I'd estimate that I've tied Jennifer up maybe 7 or 8 times, and she had tied me up twice. As I said, nothing too hardcore -- just giving the feeling of being under someone else's control. (Honestly, Jennifer was never too good at tying knots, and my hands had pulled out of the ties fairly early on both times. But I never let on and I pretended to still be helpless.)

Lately, however, we have occasionally been trying a few new things in the bedroom (or out of it). Maybe it was the recent tenth wedding anniversary that had something to do with it. Let me describe us so you can get a mental picture. I am a fairly tall blond, not as athletic as I like to think I am, but nicely trim and in better shape than most 32 year olds. Jennifer is also tall, with light brown hair and a great body. Her thin frame looks perfect with her gorgeous B-cup breasts, a tight butt, and legs that go on forever.

Anyway, I have a very memorable night to tell you about. It started normally enough. Jennifer was planning to read in the bath. As I sometimes do, I joined her in the tub with my own book to read for a while. However, about half an hour is about my time limit for a bath. So, I toweled off and climbed into bed, naked, and quickly fell asleep (assuming I had missed out on any chance for sex that night.)

I groggily woke up some time later to the pleasant sensation of being kissed awake. Jennifer seemed to be kissing with a lot of enthusiasm as she twisted me onto my back and stretched my right arm over my head. I woke up quickly when I realized what was happening. She was tying my wrists to the bedposts, and I wasn't about to resist. She really surprised me next, though, when she also tied my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. So, there I was -- completely naked and spread eagle, and loving every second of it, as my wife looked on in her terry cloth robe.

Jennifer gave me a look that I hadn't seen very often and said, "I promise you this. You are going to have the biggest, mind-blowing orgasm of your life. But, you're not ready yet." I had to disagree. I felt extremely ready! She said she had to go change into a new negligé first. Considering her excellent taste in sexy nightwear, I had no arguments. After a couple of minutes, I heard her right outside the bedroom door as she said. "Its just a tiny something that I whipped together." She walked in wearing just whipped cream -- a dollop on each nipple, and a strip covering her crotch. "I hope you're hungry!"

She came over to the bed and leaned above me, offering me a covered tit. I thoroughly enjoyed uncovering her hardening nipple. When the first breast was clean, she shifted over me to offer the other one. I took a bit more time to tease, nip, and lick; by her "Mmmm"s, Jennifer was enjoying almost as much as me.

"Just a bit more of the appetizer," she said as she straddled my face with her lovely thighs. As much as I love eating both whipped cream and my wife's snatch, I was a bit unsure about licking the froth out of her curly bush. I tentatively stuck out my tongue into the white foam, and was surprised to contact only bare skin underneath. "I must have gotten a bit carried away as I was trimming the hair there," was all Jennifer had to say about it. I enthusiastically devoured the whipped cream, and proceeded to let my tongue explore and caresses her lower lips. Much sooner than usual, Jennifer's panting became heavy. I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit and began to suck and lick exactly the way she loves it, and she almost instantly exploded in an amazing orgasm.

As soon as she could talk again, Jennifer said, "If I wasn't planning on making it special for you before, I am now!" Meanwhile, my cock had been rock hard since the moment I first was awoken, so I looked forward to my reward.

Jennifer leaned down toward my prick and, without using her hands at all, slid her mouth over it and swallowed it nearly to the base. She very rarely deep-throats me, so I thought that this was her special treat for me. Instead, after just a few seconds, she slowly pulled her mouth back up the shaft and with a loud slurp, let the head pop out of her lips. "Not yet, honey. I've got more in mind for you!" she said.

Jennifer went to the bathroom and returned with some lotion. We buy a massage lotion that has a pleasant, mild strawberry flavor, because you don't want to spread something on someone's body that doesn't taste good. I expected her to use the lotion on my legs, chest, or even cock. Imagine my surprise when she instead squirted the lotion onto her own chest. 

To understand the significance of this, you need to know that Jennifer thinks that masturbation and touching yourself is strange. She has never felt a desire to bring herself to orgasm (which I take as a compliment to my talents). Once, when I was going down on her, she tried tugging at her own nipples -- it did nothing for her but turned me on tremendously. After several strong hints about how much I enjoyed seeing it, she has occasionally rubbed her breasts to get my attention if I am watching television and she wants to go to bed early.

So, as I watched her slowly rubbing this lotion around her lovely mounds, I knew she was doing this for the soul purpose of turning me on. I watched the white cream being massaged in circles around her nipples, and then she used the palms of her hands to move up and down over the hardened nubs. Having done this to her often before, I could imagine just how good those breasts would feel.

"As much as I am enjoying watching you do that, my hands are getting a bit jealous," I teased her. 

"Would you like a feel," she asked. Jennifer walked over to where my right hand was tied to the bedpost and rubbed her right nipple across my palm and fingers. She then pulled away. The sensation had been amazing, and I tried to reach for another feel. That was when I realized how well she had tied me up. There was no give to the knots, and my hand was left grasping at air.

"Sorry, it's my turn again," she said, continuing to rub the lotion into her soft skin. She began to almost purr as she finished rubbing in the creamy substance. "I like to imagine that it is YOUR cream that I'm rubbing all over myself," she teased me. 

"That can SOON be arranged," I hinted strongly. But, my exquisite torture was not to end yet.

I could tell that Jennifer was still very turned on, both from her previous orgasm and her ongoing plans for me. She moved back to my confined right hand and squirted a small amount of the strawberry lotion into it. Unsure what her plans were, I just held the lotion expectantly. Then, she moved up and sat on my hand, saying, "This is one part that could use some help from you for massaging." I did my best to oblige, rubbing the lotion into her lovely genital folds. Jennifer was squirming, trying to help my constricted hand touch all the right places. I slid my middle finger into her quim while the palm of my hand rubbed against her clit. I could tell that she was enjoying this, but my wife was not climbing to her peak the way she normally does when I finger her. 

Suddenly, she pulled away from my hand, saying "I need more than your hand can do in its current position." I figured she would untie that hand to help her out, but instead she began to rub her pussy by herself. She stood right next to the bed and caressed her body with both hands. Fingers stroked and fondled her womanhood. Her left hand returned to her breasts, while her right hand began to rub her clit more vigorously. She started tugging on her nipples as her right hand became a blur. She then dropped onto the bed next to me as she shuddered in another orgasm. 

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen -- and the hottest! To see a woman so turned on that she has to make herself come is a magnificent thing. I could tell that Jennifer was becoming embarrassed. "Sorry. That wasn't part of my plan," she said.

"Never apologize for an orgasm," I responded. "I have always wanted to see you do that. It was beautiful."

"It may be the only time you ever see it. I just had to come, and your hand couldn't do its normal magic. But, having tried it, I'd consider trying it again sometime if you get me this turned on again." Jennifer was definitely blushing, and I made a vow to myself to make sure she did it again sometime.

"Don't worry. You haven't been forgotten. And from the looks of things, HE's definitely ready for some attention," Jennifer addressed my straining cock. She took the strawberry lotion and squeezed a dollop into the palm of her hand. Now, some women may not know how to handle a penis -- but my wife can do amazing things with her hands. She warmed up the lotion a bit by rubbing her hands together, then she placed her right hand at the base of my rod. With a very light grip, she slid her hand ever so slowly up to the head. Just as her right hand was about to slide off the head, her left hand began the same action. She repeated this process about ten times, each time lightly and slowly. The exquisite touch was so tantalizing, when she suddenly gripped my balls solidly with her right hand and simultaneously gripped my cock firmly with her left. She gave five fast and hard strokes, and I was just about to explode when she stopped. Holding her grip solidly for a few seconds, she made sure I didn't release yet and then she let go.

"What are you . . . Why did . . . Don't stop!!!" I could believe what had just happened. I strained at the ties (I'm not sure when she learned how to tie so well) and pleaded, "You said . . ."

"I said you were going to have the biggest, mind-blowing orgasm of your life, but you still aren't ready," Jennifer responded. "I still have more plans to work you up to the best sensation you've ever had."

She again got up and left the room. I heard her call to me, "You didn't realize how long I've been planning this night. I did a bit of shopping." She came walking back in carrying a small golden cylinder. "I never felt a need for one of these, but I realized that together we could have fun with this." It was then that I recognized the vibrator she was holding. 

She examined it for a moment checking for how to turn it on. She then came over to the foot of the bed. She began to slide the vibrator over the soles of my feet, which was a pleasant, yet not erotic sensation. The slight tickle that it gave me actually allowed my cock to relax a slight amount. It was no longer painfully hard, yet it still stood up away from my body. Jennifer then continued to move the vibrator up the insides of my legs, going no further than halfway up my thighs.

She then straddled my stomach facing my head and started moving the buzzing toy on the sides of my neck. She then said, "Is there anywhere else you would enjoy this?" 

I thought for a minute about how a release from a battery-powered device would feel. I decided it would be pretty good right now, so I said, "How about rubbing that on some other hard cylinder in the room."

"Not now, but pick any other place and I'll do it for you," she responded.

"Any place? Promise?"

"Sure."

"Then lay back where I can see you, and give yourself another orgasm," I challenged, not knowing if she would agree or not. I decided that this might be my best chance to see her in action again.

After a pause, she said, "I don't know."

"You promised," I prodded.

She looked around the room for a bit, then climbed off of the bed. She went to the chair that we keep in the corner and pulled it into my line of sight. She sat down facing me and said, "I don't promise a perfect show, but I'll have a go."

She started running the vibrator along her inner thighs and instantly said, "Oohhh. That's nicer than I expected." She wasted no time in moving it higher into the crease between her thighs. "Am I supposed to penetrate myself with this or what?"

"You do whatever feels good to you," I responded.

She started to slide the metal rod inside herself, then quickly withdrew it. "Not good -- at least not yet. But it does feel great around the outside." She continued to rub the vibrator around her pussy lips, on both sides and more lingeringly up the middle. "Ummm. This is good, but I really would like a pair of lips sucking on my nipples."

"I'd be glad to help out, but I'm a bit tied up right now." (Yes, I really said that.) "Why don't you come on over."

She slowly stood up, looking a bit weak-kneed. She took the few steps to the bed in slow motion, never removing the buzzing tool from her twat. It looked like she was focusing more on her clit now. She raised her right leg up onto the bed and froze -- giving herself more pleasure as her pussy was opened wider, and me more pleasure from the up-close look. After a moment, she climbed up and straddled my stomach, leaning her beautiful breasts over my face.

"Don't tease, don't nip, just grab a nipple and suck hard!" she commanded me. If there is anything I love to do to my wife's breasts, it's to suck on her nipples like there is no tomorrow. She leaned her left breast close and my lips wrapped around her perfect pink peak. The nub was already hard as I sucked it in and simultaneously licked across the tip. "Uuunnnngghhh!" Another explosive orgasm racked her lithe frame, and she slumped down on top of my body. 

The vibrator still clutched in her hand landed next to my prick as her arm was trapped between our bodies. I instinctively raised my pelvis to this unique sensation that I was sure would get me off, but Jennifer immediately realized what was happening.

"Not like this," she said as she quickly sat up, removed the toy, and grabbed my cock with a VERY firm clench. It stopped my climb just as I was about to come.

"Aaaarghh!" I groaned, having gotten so close again, only to be stopped.

I pulled harder at the ties on my wrists. "All right! You've had your fun -- three times, if I've counted right. But enough is enough! I'm so hard it feels like my dick is made of glass. If you don't let me out or do something to help me, it's going to shatter!" I was probably yelling louder than I meant to, but I was getting desperate.

Jennifer gave me a sympathetic look. "You don't really think I would leave you in this state, do you? When I make a promise, I deliver. You have to admit, you've been having fun, too. I could see how much you liked watching me rub my breasts and play with my pussy. I think I've fulfilled some of your fantasies, and you haven't even come yet. I do believe that it's your turn now." 

She let go of my shaft and straddled my waist with her legs again, climbing on top of me and facing me. She placed the palms of her hands in mine, and interlaced fingers with me. Then, without using her hands, she looked me in the eyes with a heated gaze and slid her hot, wet cunt onto my rod and slid down slowly all the way to the base. She didn't move the lower half of her body (probably for fear that I would instantly explode) and she lowered her face to mine and gave me a deep, soulful kiss. 

I returned the kiss, and tried to move my hips to gain a bit of friction. She instantly bit down on my tongue and then broke the kiss to sit down hard on my lap, immobilizing me completely. "Ah, ah, ah! I'm in control, here," she reminded me. "Forget that again and maybe I will leave you hanging. Trust me."

She bent down to my face again and started kissing. I soon became aware of her cunt muscles rhythmically squeezing my cock lightly, then harder and harder. It was an erotic sensation, yet it did not provide the proper stimulation to send me over the top. Jennifer then broke the kiss and sat up, still impaled and still NOT sliding on my shaft. Looking directly into my eyes, she began to again play with her breasts. First rubbing over the nipples with her palms, then beginning to pinch and pull them harder than she usually liked for me to do. She licked her lips and asked, "Would you like to kiss and suck on them some more?"

As I enthusiastically agreed, she quickly sat up and off of my prick, causing a shock of cool air to hit my wet crotch. I hadn't thought about the fact that while I was tied up, I wouldn't be able to reach her breasts with my mouth while she was still riding me. Jennifer moved to my left side and offered me her right breast. As I hungrily licked and sucked at her soft titflesh, she began to use her left hand to caress and gently squeeze my testes. It takes a very trusting man to allow a woman to squeeze his balls while he is tied up, but I wasn't the least bit nervous as the exotic sensations spread through my body. Her nipple was quite hard in my mouth as I sucked harder and lightly nipped at it. Jennifer's left hand then began to slowly slide up to my cock.

She slid her hand extremely slowly up to the head, then back down. She repeated this process about ten times, each time lightly and slowly. Then, she gave two fast and hard strokes, and stopped. After she made sure that I wasn't going to come yet, she repeated the process with ten slow strokes and two fast ones. 

I kept anticipating the fast strokes thinking I would be able to reach my peak, but she was perfectly keeping it just out of reach with the slow strokes. I was slowly inching higher and higher, my body feeling constantly better than most orgasms, and yet I climbed higher without peaking.

I lost track of how many times she repeated the cycle, when she started to shift her body during the slow strokes. "You need to give me one more orgasm, then you'll get yours. And, seeing as how your hands are useless, and if I ride your prick you'll instantly cum, I see only one other choice," she said. Without breaking rhythm on my shaft, she pulled her breast away from my mouth. She climbed over my chest and straddled me facing my prick. She inched her lovely bottom nearer to my chin, and I could see her newly shaven quim peaking out below.

At that moment, if she hadn't ordered me to start licking, I would have begged for it. I love to eat out my wife, and I hadn't wanted her that bad since we first started dating twelve years earlier. I could see how wet and swollen she was, needing this as much as I, even after her previous comes. Maybe even because of previously coming. My wife usually has two or three orgasms in a lovemaking session, with each one easier than the one before. I couldn't ever remember her having four, but I could tell that she was almost there already from the highly erotic experience she was giving me. She definitely was getting off on being in charge.

Normally, I start slow when I go down on Jennifer, but she left me no doubt that she was ready to come. I immediately attacked her clit with my pointed tongue and licked as hard and fast as I could. She started panting and moaning, louder and louder. When I sensed that she was near, I began to plunge my tongue in and out of her cunt hole as deeply as I could. This is her favorite tongue trick of mine, and she instantly exploded in the loudest orgasm I have ever heard.

Before she came down from her high, she lowered her mouth onto my cockhead and pumped me hard and fast. I thought my whole body was going to surge out through my dick. My peak was so high I saw explosions of light and color. I felt jet after jet of cream shooting into my wife's mouth. I was sure she couldn't swallow it all. After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly began to drift back down to earth.

"Uuunnnggghhhh!" was the most intelligible statement I could make. It felt like every muscle in my body had been clenched for hours, and now was relaxing. My first realization of my surroundings was that Jennifer's lovely snatch was still right in my face. I gave her one last gentle lick, and she sat up and turned so I could see her.




Helpless



She was dripping with come from her face, neck, and breasts. I couldn't believe the volume, or how hot she looked. She began to rub some of the excess into her chest as she licked her lips. "Well, honey. Did I fulfill my promise?" she asked.

I didn't have to answer. She began to untie the knots at my ankles first, and she rubbed the blood back into the sore muscles. Then she did the same for my wrists and arms. I could only lay there and wonder at how I could be so lucky.

Finally, I managed to say, "The feeling of being totally at your mercy was so tortuous and so amazing. I had no idea you could be such a temptress. Of course you know that sometime, I'm going to have to treat you to your own medicine." I swear that I didn't think her smile could get any bigger.



Helpless and Taking It



Author's Note : This is a retelling of an event that happened between between my boyfriend and me earlier this week. I bucked so hard I pulled a muscle in my back. :) Enjoy!



We came home from a night out, both of us a little tipsy. I think you were just a little drunker than I was, but you hid it very well. I started to get a little excited as we climbed the stairs to your room. I know how you get in the bedroom when you've had a few drinks. You become more... stern. More forceful. Commanding. It's a huge turn on for me. I don't really get into the whole BDSM thing, but I do like a certain degree of domination in the bedroom. Does that make sense? I don't like to be whipped, or humiliated, or gagged, or anything like that. But I do like it when a man exerts himself over me. He is dominant. He is in charge, running the show. And, by damn, I will take whatever he gives me. While you're normally a fairly gentle lover, tonight your guard is down and the more forceful side of you is out to play... and I love it. 

 You and I attacked each others mouths as soon as we made it to your room. My tongue slid into your mouth while my hands moved under your shirt so I could stroke your chest. I love touching you. My fingers trailed down your abdomen to the hem of your pants. I immediately started to undo the zipper. You stepped away from me just long enough to rid yourself of your clothes. To say you undressed me next is a bit of an understatement. More like you tore me out of my clothes. 

 Once again, your mouth was on mine, but not for long. You pushed me back onto your bed and kissed your way down my neck and made your way to my breasts. My nipples were hard and ready for attention. You know how sensitive my nipples are. You can drive me just shy to the brink of orgasm just by giving them the right amount of attention. You looked up at me with a wicked glint in your eye. Your hands trailed softly up my arms. It seemed like such a sweet gesture, but your eyes told me that you were up to something. Your hands continued up my arms to my wrists. Then your fingers went from soft and sweet to a strong, firm grip. You moved my hands away from my body, off to my sides, and held them down while you leaned your head down and began to lick my oh so sensitive nipples. 

 I tried to move my hands. I wanted to touch you but you held me down and continued to suck one nipple. Oh god, it felt so good! I could feel how wet my pussy was getting. I arched my back and moaned. Then you moved to my other nipple. I whimpered, feeling the buildup starting in my pussy. I needed to feel something there. I wanted to cum. But you wouldn't touch my clit, wouldn't let me move. My hips started to buck slightly. My moaning kept getting louder. You stopped long enough to chastise me for being so loud. After all, I didn't want to wake up your roommate, did I? But I couldn't help it. 

 "I want to taste you," I groaned. I was hoping that I could distract you enough to let me loose. But you just looked at me, very firmly told me no, then went back to work. You just. Wouldn't. Stop. Back and forth, from one to the other. You licked, nipped, bit, teased. 

 "Please. Oh god, please, baby!" I pleaded. I've never begged before. But this was sheer torture. I was so close. But it just wasn't enough to make me cum. It just kept driving me higher and higher. My hips desperately sought any kind of contact. The weight of your body and your strong hands holding me down turned me on even more, but also added to my frustration. 

 Finally, blessedly, you released my wrists and my nipples and made your way down to my aching pussy. You tenderly kissed my thighs and licked your way up between my legs. You slid your tongue over my lips, still not touching my clit. Your strong hands came into play once again. This time they snaked around behind my thighs to the front of my hips. You held my hips down and began to work on my swollen little clit. You sucked on it at first. You know that that only teases me. You licked from the entrance to my pussy up to the top of my clit. You finally started flicking your tongue over it. 

 "Yes!" I cried out. "Just like that, baby." My hips lifted off the bed to grind on your face, but you held me still and continued to slowly, lazily, lap at my cunt. I could feel the buildup starting again. But this time, it was going somewhere. I could feel my clit throbbing under your tongue. 

 "Oh god!" I covered my face with a pillow to muffle my screams and came hard on your tongue. But you didn't stop. You kept on licking me. I could tell you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. I, on the other hand, was about to come unglued. It was too intense. My hands were clenching the sides of your head. I tried to buck you off, but your hands wrestled me back down and held me still. You did take mercy on me, though, and moved away from my clit down my lips. It was still very intense, but I was able to take it. Once my body stopped twitching from the aftershocks you released me, flipped me over, poised me how you wanted me and sank as deep into me as you could. 

 "Good girl," you moaned. I love it when you praise me like that. I perked my ass higher and pressed my shoulders flat onto the bed - your favorite position. You groaned and pumped faster into my dripping pussy. You raised one hand up and firmly smacked it down onto my ass. I whimpered into the mattress. I could sense you were getting close. Your breath was getting deeper, faster, more ragged. You pumped your hips harder. Dug your fingers into my hips. When you came, you came hard. I could feel your thick cock twitching inside of me and your cum hitting the back wall if my pussy.

 We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. You tenderly pressed your lips to mine. You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me into your body and drifted into sleep. I nuzzled my face into your chest and followed suit, wondering when you would force your will on me again.



Helpless Arousal



Last Saturday...when Alisha and Mark were making love, he had whispered to her "tell me your deepest fantasy baby". 

She had tried laughing it off. He had continued to repeat the request over and over again. He was relentless and kept driving her wild with his cock and hands and asking her to tell him. He even claimed he already knew what it was but wanted to hear her say it. He touched her and teased her and as she reached for him to take him inside of her. He had held back and kept slowing down frustrating her until she blurted out her fantasy of wanting to know what it was like to be controlled. He had smiled with an unusual smugness and did not say one more word on the subject but proceeded to bring her to a shaky orgasm. 

Later that night as they cuddled, she had tried to bring it up and tell him she had been joking and just made it up to get him to fuck her. He had shushed her with a deep kiss and then ended up getting them both so aroused that they made love again before falling into sleep with exhaustion. 

During the following week she had not given the incident any thought until the flowers arrived. With considerate regularity over the past 7 months, Mark would send her flowers every few weeks to her office. As usual a beautiful bouquet of exotics showed up on the Friday before they were scheduled to see each other. 

She had smiled and reached for the card expecting to read the usual "For you...Mark" and instead read..." Tomorrow night will be the night of your dreams and fantasies. Come to my place at 7 sharp and Alisha... I expect obedience...your lover Mark". Her heart had raced. She hid the card from prying eyes and spent the rest of the day imagining all sorts of things. She had tried to call him to discuss this and he had not answered the phone. He did however text her back saying..."See you tomorrow at 7, and don't wear any panties". 

Now here she was, the next night waiting for him to open his front door. She was nervous but also trusted that tonight would be enjoyable. As he opened the door to her he smiled and pulled her into the living room. He then pushed her up against the closed door and kissed her deep. His hands moved up to the sides of her face and held her gently as he deepened the kiss. She moaned in the back of her throat. 

He took the moment to release her lips and look into her eyes almost nose to nose... "Hi sexy" Mark said to which she replied the same. He then said to her very softly as his hands caressed her neck, "Are you ready for tonight?" Alisha nodded and leaned her neck back a bit to give him more access. He moved closer and she expected him to kiss her neck; instead she felt him lick her neck and say "mmm you taste good. I need more" 

He then bent down in front of her and pressed his hands beneath her skirt and lifted it as he dipped his head down. She laughed and tried to lift him to his feet again. Then he stopped cold. 

He looked up at her from below and his smile left him. "Alisha, what did I tell you to do?" 

She looked at him confused and said "I..I don't know what?" 

He stood up and towered over her with a serious expression looking into her eyes now. "I gave you specific instructions on what to have on tonight" 

She giggled nervously and replied "Oh Mark, I assumed you were kidding. Come on, it's no big deal" She said this sweetly leaning in for a kiss. Her eyes had closed and she opened them slowly when she realized he was not joining her in the kiss. 

"Alisha, you did not believe I was kidding when I instructed you to come without underwear, you instead chose to ignore my request. For that you will be punished." 

Her smile faltered. "Mark, please don't be like this..I wasn't really serious when I said I wanted to be dominated, let's go into the bedroom and enjoy each other and forget this silly game, ok?" She ended this little speech while trying to tug him by the arm towards his bedroom. It was like trying to move a wall. She looked back and dropped her hand. 

"Alisha, you must understand that this is not a silly game. We both know that this is something you don't just want to try but need to experience. I am the man you have truested with your fantasy, your hidden desires. I want to give you what you desire most, the kind of pleasure that will come from completely letting go..giving in. Now, go into the bedroom and take off your clothes and sit on the edge of the bed and await me" 

She looked at him speechless and intimidated. Her face was getting warm from either embarrassment or excitement she wasn't sure which. "Now Alisha!" He bellowed..to which she scurried into his bedroom to do what was asked of her. 

As she quickly removed her clothing, she couldn't stop wondering why she had fallen in line with this. She was nervous, not knowing what to expect from Mark. She sat on the edge of the bed naked waiting for him. It must have been at least 4 minutes before he walked in holding 2 glasses of wine. "Took you long enough" she joked reaching for the wine. 

He stopped short of the bed, turned away from her and put the 2 glasses down on his dresser. She was confused by this. He then walked over to her and stood above her. He leaned down and pressed her thighs apart with his large hands. "Do you really think that is the appropriate way to address me this evening Alisha?" He said this softly but the core of his voice was serious.

"N..No, I'm sorry. I just wanted to have you next to me...." He put his finger to her lips and stopped her from finishing her sentence. 

"Tonight, you will ask me permission and address me with respect. Do you understand what I am telling you Alisha?" He said this as he ran his finger around her lips lightly and then dipped his finger into her mouth. "Nod if you understand" to which she did. 

She was so turned on by this side of him.. commanding, in charge. He then said "Suck it" and pressed his finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips around his index finger. She licked the tip lightly with her tongue. He said "I didn't say tease it, I said suck it baby". She took his finger deep into her mouth. "That's it" he said as he joined a second finger with the first. "Open your eyes to me Alisha" 

As she opened them, she took in his stance. He was standing between her parted thighs and watching her intently as she sucked his fingers into her mouth. "mmm, you do that so well." He removed his fingers from her mouth with a small pop and stepped over to retrieve a glass of wine. "Lean your hands back behind you and brace on them". She complied. He was swirling a finger in the red wine. 

When he was once again in front of her, he took his wet finger and traced it on her lips. "Taste" he said. Alisha licked her lips slowly and tasted the full bodied cabernet that she loved. He then put his finger in the ruby liquid and traced her left nipple. It puckered immediately. He then said "Taste" 

She looked up at him questioningly. Mark continued in between sipping his wine, "I have always wanted to see you lick those beautiful large breasts for me. Tonight you will obey each and every thing I ask of you without question Alisha..now taste" She cupped her left breast and lifted it to her mouth. She felt slutty doing this but also part of her felt like she had permission since she was only doing what she was told. She took the nipple in her mouth for a brief moment. Mark stepped back and said " Suck it as if you wish it was my mouth on you." She proceeded to suck her nipple harder and more fully. 

"Good girl, that looks delicious, now it is my turn. He stepped to her and raised her head to face up toward him. He leaned in and kissed her fully. They both tasted of wine. Mark then leaned down to her right breast and sucked it into his mouth. Alisha leaned back on her hands and arched towards his warm mouth. It felt sooo good. 

Then she felt him bite down and she tried to move away. "Ow, not so hard Mark". His mouth did not let up and he suckled her again. He repeated the soft licking and not so soft biting on both nipples until she was no longer complaining and now writhing when his teeth tightened on the sensitive buds. He lifted his head away and she tried to reach for him to kiss him. Instead he walked to the side of bed and placed the wine glass down on nightstand and started to undress. 

"Lie back Alisha." 

Instead of complying she reached for him to help him remove his clothes. "Mark, come on... please let me undress you..." 

He once again stopped his actions and her sentence cold . He slowly turned around to her.."You refuse to understand the dynamic tonight. You keep defying me at every turn. Now lie back on the bed and do not say another word Alisha, I mean it" He seemed angry. He said this last part giving her a small shove back onto the bed. 

His actions had the desired effect. She was totally turned on by his aggression. He removed the rest of his clothing without incident but instead of joining her on the bed he disappeared into his walk in closet. She heard him rummaging around and couldn't fathom what he was doing but knew better than to test him again by questioning him. She laid back and put her hands behind her head. She was smiling thinking about how exciting this adventure was and nervous about what he would do next. She didn't have long to wait to find out. 

He emerged from the closet holding a fistful of his ties. She realized immediately what was in store for her and smiled wider. They had kidded a couple times about him tying her down and tickling her and that is what she figured he was about to do. He looked at her smile and knew what she was thinking. He told her to lift her hands above her head and he proceeded to tie each to the bedposts in a comfortable V position. He leaned down to do the same with her feet and she kidded him, "you know, you don't have to tie my feet Mark..I'll be good I promise"

As he secured the second foot to the foot post he replied..."I don't think you would remain still for the flogging I am about to give you sweetheart."  

Now he was the one smiling. She popped her head up and stared at him "What? Are you kidding? I thought you were going to lightly tickle me. You can't do this, I won't allow it!" She said now working her way up into being very annoyed. She was moving in earnest trying to get out of the restraints but to no avail.

It was such a site for him to behold. "Alisha, you gave over full and complete control to me. You will later thank me for it and I do mean later". He then leaned close to her and placed the last silk tie in her mouth cutting off a slew of epithets demanding her release. "You will wear this until I feel you have learned to address me with respect." He tied it securely behind her head. He made sure to place her head back on the bed but remove the pillow so she was lying flat. 

As Mark stood over her waiting until she tired of ranting through the gag he admired her beauty. He lightly stroked his hands over her body warming her up and continued doing this leasurly for a long time. As she became aroused by his administrations she stopped yelling through the silk. She did however continue to look at him with daggers. 

"Done now? Good, now Alisha..you will now be punished for being a bad girl" Mark continued to speak to her softly as he took an item out of his nightstand. She could not see what it was but she was furious at this treatment. He leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead. "Baby, you were meant to be possessed like this. Your body is already reacting..you are soaking wet. She looked away from him. "You don't believe me do you?" He said as he pressed a finger to her cunt and then brought his wet digit to her face and under her nose. "You are dripping my love. Do you smell that? It's your arousal. Your body knows what it needs and I am going to give it to you." He then ran his finger down her collar bone. 

She felt him trace around her hip bones with his hands. He knew exactly how to touch her. It had always been like this between them. He knew what and where to touch her to excite her. 

Then she felt something other than his fingers rubbing on her skin. It felt like tassels. Lots of little ones tickling her inner thighs. It felt wonderful, this sensation of him running the material all around her sensitive skin. She relaxed for a moment and gave over to the delicious tingling she felt, like little chills. 

But then she felt a sting right after she heard a whoosh. Her eyes opened wide and she realized she was just hit with the tassels. "MMMM!!" She yelled more in surprise than pain. She couldn't believe he was going through with this punishment thing. 

"You will receive 3 strokes from me Akisha ...Each one will get progressively harder. That first one was for coming here tonight wearing undergarments, and the ones after will be for each time you tried to defy me. As he spoke he placed his free hand on her left nipple and pinched it. 

It was already a bit sore from his mouth earlier and so she bucked. He then gave the same pinch to the other nipple. The whole time the whip was rubbing on her belly. The sensations of the whispering leather and his fingers on her breasts were driving her mad. As she watched, he raised the whip and brought it down with a whoosh on her breasts. She watched as in slow motion..shocked at the look of him using this black leather instrument on her body again. She felt the sting of the tails hit both breasts. It was most assuredly harder than the first one he gave her on her thighs. It stung and made her want to leap out of the bed. Once again though she had to admit, it wasn't pain. She felt her nipples both tighten in response to the attention. 

She couldn't help it, a moan escaped her lips around the gag. "That's it baby, it feels good doesn't it?" As Mark said this., he ran the flogger over her body like another lovers hand. It moved lightly stroking her all over. She was squirming now. 

As he did this he placed one hand between her legs and lightly rubbed her pussy in soft round strokes mirroring the movements of the whip on her body lightly grazing. "So swollen, so wet. Your body craves an orgasm" She looked over at him pleading. Her eyes told him that yes she wanted to come very badly now. 

He looked at her in the eyes and said "If I remove this from your mouth, are you going to be a good girl?" She nodded vehemently. He saw that she meant it so removed the silk from between her lips. As it fell away he leaned over and kissed her on her beautiful lips. She lifted her head to try and hold the kiss longer as he pulled away after a few moments. She was about to say something "UH UH UH if you speak right now precious I will be forced to replace the gag." Alisha thought better of what she was going to say and remained quiet and waited. "Hmm let's see what part of your body will I land the last swat on? Maybe It will land here." Mark traced the flogger over her feet. She curled her toes and shut her eyes tight " or here.." He continued to trace it up her body past her belly and up to her thighs. 

She had her eyes closed tight and lay there tensed up waiting for the sting. "Open your eyes baby and watch me. Breathe deep for me, calming relaxing breaths" She opend them and breathed. He was right it eased her tension. He turned the handle towards the junction of her thighs and she lifted her head again to watch as he pressed it against her pussy. She remained silent but started panting as she felt the leather press against her heat. 

"If I wanted to fuck you right now with this, there would be nothing you could do to stop me, you realize that don't you?...go ahead, you may answer" 

"Yes Mark, I know" She replied her voice a bit raspy. He noticed and took his free hand and pressed the wine glass to her lips. She sipped it then leaned back and said "Thank you". 

Mark put the glass down again and then said "Are you thanking me for the wine or for the evening?" 

She replied "the wine" to which he laughed and said "I think i'll ask you again later". He then put the whip down on the nightstand and leaned in and kissed her on the lips. His tongue darted in her mouth, licking kissing devouring her. She instinctively went to wrap her arms around him and was held back by the restraints. She was wishing she could touch him. 

Mark proceeded to untie her hands for her as if he read her mind. She sat up in bed and looked at him warily as he undid the bindings at her feet. She was rubbing her wrists on the small marks left by the stretched silk. Once she was loosened he climbed over her and pressed her back down to the bed and stretched over her naked body. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh. He braced himself up and was watching her closely waiting for something. She didn't disappoint...

"So I get off for good behavior and not have to take the last hit?" 

He smiled and replied "You are now going to wonder when I am going to administer it. When and oh yes, also where on your beautiful body. He reached for her, she threw her arms around him and they kissed again passionately. She was rubbing up against him needing to feel all of him. "Please fuck me Mark, I need you inside of me, please I'm begging you". He bent her back on the bed and lifted her legs up towards her shoulders and entered her in one deep stroke. She inhaled from the sheer force of it. 

He took her deeply and a bit roughly holding her ass and squeezing it in his hands while pressing her to his strong thrusts. As she moaned his name in small gasps, he told her to come for him. He rode her over the edge until she shattered beneath him in tiny pieces. 

Mark felt her pussy grab hold of his cock in little contractions pulsating around him in a vice grip that sent him over the edge eight after her. He pumped inside deeply until he felt some of his come wet on her thighs. 

As they both came down from their high, he rolled over onto his back and pulled her against his chest holding her tight. She laid half across him , as they both slowed their breathing in recovery. "How do you feel Alisha?" Mark asked as he lazily rubbed her back. 

She said "Good". She said it quietly not comfortable admitting how much she enjoyed the whole experience. 

He laughed gently into her hair and kissed her temple. "Just good huh?" Well since tonight has only just begun, we will see how you answer that question next time" As he said this, he was turning her over on her tummy and maneuvering himself over her once again.



Helpless: Blindfolded and Bound



I arrive at promptly 7:00. I know better than to be late. I reach for the large brass door knocker, eagerly anticipating what I know is to come of this evening. Before I can knock, he opens the door.

"Come in," he says, and I oblige. "I've been waiting for this," he whispers into my ear as he takes me into his arms. My mouth meets his hungrily. He runs his hands through my hair as my own hands wander over his body, exploring. He cups my face in his hands, and I suddenly feel something soft and smooth being secured over my closed eyes. I reach for the foreign object and realize that he's blindfolded me; our evening has begun.

"Shhh," he warns. "I know you weren't thinking of removing that, we're you?"

"Of course not," I quickly respond. 

"Good," he murmurs, holding my face once again. "I'd hate to have to punish you for such a careless error."

As I open my mouth to reply, it is filled with a ball gag, which he expertly secures behind my head. I try to protest, but I only succeed in producing muffled moans.

"Oh, don't mind the gag. You'll learn to love it, my dear," he coos as he takes my hands in his. "Follow me now, I have so much more in store."

I follow him blindly as he guides me through his home, up a flight of stairs, and into what I assume is his bedroom. He drops my hands, and I am enveloped my a black stillness. I can see nothing, but I sense his presence in the room. I am startled by the sudden sensation of hot breath on my neck. 

"You won't be needing this now," he announces as he unzips my dress, peeling it off my shoulders and letting it slip to the floor. 

I am cold without my clothing, and I feel raw and exposed standing blindfolded and gagged in nothing but a lacy purple bra and matching underwear. I feel my nipples harden with excitement, and I have become painfully aware of a throbbing between my legs.

"Come, now," he soothes, removing my bra and helping me step out of my underwear. "Such pretty things," he adds, and I am unsure if he speaks of the garments or my now fully exposed breasts, which he now holds, one in each hand. He drops them suddenly, and I no longer feel him near me.

The faint sound of a zipper and clothes hitting the floor excites me; I know he has undressed himself now. 

"Would you like to lay down now, my dear?" he suggests, pressing his naked self against me. A soft moan escapes me again. "Do you like that feeling; do you like feeling my skin on yours?" he asks, guiding me to his bed and laying me down.

He immediately busies himself, spreading my arms above my head and securing them to opposite bedposts with soft, smooth restraints, so similar to the blindfold I still wear. I breathe in sharply, adjusting to the new position. Without my hands, I feel helpless and exposed.

"We're not nearly done yet," he reminds me as he runs his hands down my body, pausing to tweak my already hard nipples, and caressing my aching thighs. His touch sends shivers down my spine. Slowly, he runs his hands down my legs, stopping at my ankles. First one, then the other, he spreads my legs and secures them to the remaining two bedposts, just as he had done with my arms. My legs are just far enough apart to verge on being uncomfortable. The position fully exposes the glistening wetness between my legs. 

"Excited, are we?" he muses as he runs his hands back up my legs. 

"Mmmmmm," I moan, unable to speak through the gag. Then, he holds my face again and removes the gag. I close my sore mouth, but he has other ideas.

"Open," he commands, and I obey. I am almost immediately filled with his hard penis. Instinctively, I flick my tongue down his shaft. 

"Good girl," he whispers, petting my hair. I continue licking and sucking him, and I can sense he is nearing his finish. A few seconds later, he pulls away. A soft whimper leaves my lips, and he chuckles softly. 

"You wanted to finish me off, did you? Not yet, my darling. Not yet," he says, and his hands begin massaging my breasts. 

Every bit of me aches with desire, but I am helpless and unable to do anything about it. I am blind and unable to move my arms and legs. Slowly, he takes one nipple into his mouth. 

"Oh!" I gasp, as waves of pleasure crash through my body. He continues sucking me, and I lose myself in the pleasure. I'm jerked back to awareness when a sudden shock of pain hits me. 

"You bit me!" I accuse, and he only smirks in response. 

"Don't make me gag you again," he warns, and bites my tender nipple again, harder this time. I keep quiet.

He slowly moves down my body, licking and kissing and sucking, dancing around but never touching my aching clit. He massages my butt and thighs, and I am unable to control my desire.

"Please," I beg. "Please, please taste me. Make me cum. I need you so badly," I whimper.

"Didn't I warn you?" he asks with a shark edge to his voice, and the gag is shoved back into my mouth and secured. 

I am wetter than I have ever been in my life, and my whole body is throbbing and aching with pleasure and yearning. Finally, he gives in. His tongue flicks over my wetness and meets my clit, and my hips buck up to meet him. It is too much to bear, and I cum almost immediately, thrashing against my restraints.

"I don't recall giving you permission to do that, darling," he snarls. I cringe in anticipation of what is to come; I know he'll punish me now.

I hold my breath and await my punishment, but I have misjudged his anger. Instead, he grabs my hips and buries his entire length deep within me. I am tight, and he is well endowed. His manhood stretches my aching pussy and stuffs me fuller than I have ever been, overwhelming my senses with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Without giving me much time to adjust to his size, he begins vigorously thrusting in and out of me.

"Fuck," he moans, quickening his pace. I know he is close. I am straining against the ropes he has tied me with, trying desperately to enhance my own pleasure. He reaches down and does what I cannot, rubbing my clit. 

A few more quick thrusts and he comes inside me, simultaneously pinching my clit, hard. The pain pushes me over the edge, and my body shakes as my orgasm takes over. 

Panting, I collapse against the bed and he collapses on top of me. He undoes the gag, and stretches to undo my restraints. He kisses me once softly and takes my hands in his, gently rubbing the reddened grooves the restraints left on my wrists. 

"You ok?" he whispers, and I nod my head yes. 

"I love you," I answer, and he kisses me again, taking me into his arms. 

"I love you too."



Helpless Bottom Boi



I'm not sure just how far we traveled after the two of them hogtied me with belts and tossed me into the back floor of my BMW. I hadn't suspected anything when I saw the man standing at the back of the disabled laundry van beside highway 521.

It was on a deserted section of the 2 lane road in eastern South Carolina so I naturally stopped to help as he flagged me down. I somehow forgot about the federal prison in the wooded area nearby, and only when I was grabbed from behind by the second escapee, did I realize that I had made a huge mistake.

The trip had been eastward for a time. The same direction I had been going before my trip was interrupted. Only one of the men who grabbed me was in the car. I assumed the other was driving the van. After a time we turned onto a rough gravel road for a mile or so. Shortly after stopping the door opened and the other man got into the car. We turned around and quickly returned to the paved road. Hours later I was aware of several turns, another gravel road and finally driving into some sort of building. The destination had been reached, but I had no idea where I was as fear of what might happen next flooded over me.

Without a word, both of my abductors exited the car and I was left helpless in the back. The lights went out and there was total quiet. It was as thought they had forgotten I was back there. I struggled trying to free myself, seeing this time as an opportunity for escape, but I was unable to free myself. Finally exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep.

I was awakened by the sound of the trunk slamming shut. Sunlight was beaming into the garage and I surmised that it was mid morning. I heard two voices though I couldn't make out what they were saying. When the door near my head opened I saw the first man with my suitcases in his hands walking by. The second man, the one I had never seen, then reached inside and pulled me from the car putting me on my stomach on the dirty garage floor.

The belt tying my ankles was removed and I was finally able to straighten my legs. I had been hogtied for what I guessed to be about 12 hours so I was still shaky when I was pulled to my feet. It became obvious why I had been so unsuccessful in my struggle against the second man, who had grabbed me from behind, now that I finally got a look at him. I'm 5' 8" and in good shape at 130 pounds. This man towered over me by at least 8-10 inches standing about 6'6" and looked to be a solid 275 or more.

His size shocked me and in a way worried me as well. There had been plenty of time for me to assess my situation and I had come to some conclusions. First, my abduction was random. They simply wanted a vehicle and I happened to be the first person to stop. Second, I was of no obvious use to them, so they only took me with them to provide entertainment. Of course they couldn't have known that I was gay and it probably wouldn't have mattered if I were straight or bi, male or female, they were going to rape whoever stopped for them. 

My wrists were still tightly tied behind me but I could now walk so I was led through a door and into the house. Inside, a television droned on with a news story about the escape. I listened intently as the reporter talked first about a Latin American drug kingpin named Luis who was in the maximum security prison on multiple life sentences for drug crimes and racketeering and who the authorities said had almost unlimited resources on the outside even though they had confiscated all the holdings they could find. They admitted he had numerous safe houses that they knew nothing about and multiple millions on cash stashed away. The other was Oliver, Luis' second in command. In prison for multiple life sentences as well, for various crimes including murder.

Luis, went through all my bags, checking things out I guess. There were some things that might have given away the fact that I was gay. Then he walked over to where I stood with Oliver behind me holding my arms. 

"Now we know a little bit about each other I guess." He said.

"What you don't know is that we are going to lie low here for a couple of months and you will be keeping us company. Of course if you don't want to keep us company we can always let you dig a grave for yourself in woods, and if you cause any trouble...well, we'll let you dig a grave for yourself then too."

Luis then looked at Oliver and made a gesture with his head. Oliver immediately pushed me to my knees in front of Luis. There was a diabolical smile on his face as he looked down at me. I knew there was fear in my eyes because I was scared to death. He seemed to relish in my fear as he slowly unzipped his pants and exposed his semi erect 8 inch cock. I didn't want to let him do this to me, I tried to pull back but Oliver gripped a handful of my hair and held my head back so that my face was turned up to Luis. He slapped my with his dick. I refused to open my mouth as he laid his ball on my upturned face wanting me to suck them. Oliver tightened his grip on my hair and I finally flicked out my tongue teasing his scrotum. Luis slapped my face hard with an open hand and ordered me to suck his balls. I didn't want to so I hesitated and he landed a second open palm on my cheek. 

I meekly opened my mouth and took in first one ball then the other. I sucked his scrotum as his dick got harder lying across my face. One eye was blocked but with the other I could see him throw his head back and I knew he was enjoying it as he let out a low moan.

Oliver turned my hair loose and reached from behind with both hands. Gripping my shirt he pulled sharply and ripped it open. In a flash, I was pulled to my feet. The belt tying my wrists was quickly removed and my shirt was slid off my arms. Luis then took my right wrist and slapped a pair of handcuffs on it. Pulling my arms behind me again, Oliver fastened the other cuff on my left wrist securing my arms behind again.

I was turned to face Oliver now as Luis held me in place. He reached down to open the waist of my jeans and pushed them down toward my knees. I tried to fight back but they lifted me and placed me on my back across a table. It was simple for Oliver to slide my pants off and leave me lying naked between them.

Luis reached out to tug on the nipple ring which pierced my right nipple. "Looks like we are going to be fucking a real bottom boi the next few weeks"

It was very uncomfortable to lay on my back with the cuffs digging into me. My head hung back over the edge of the cocktail table and I turned it one way then the other as I tried to figure out what Oliver was doing. Finally I caught a glimpse of him and realized that as I feared he was getting undressed.

I had never seen a cock the size of Oliver's nor have I since. I couldn't possibly that thing in my ass. I pleaded with him not to rape me, but my plight was too much of a turn on for him. The more I begged the harder he became. When he took one of my ankles in each hand and stood between my legs I felt totally helpless and vulnerable. 

He placed his hard cock on my belly. His massive balls laid on mine and the tip of his dick reached all the way to my solar plexis. There was no way I could take the entire length of his tool without doing all sorts of internal damage!

I had all but forgotten about Luis, until he told me to shut up and lay my head back. I looked up at him as he positioned himself to continue fucking my mouth.

With my head back he had a straight path and slid his dick down my throat. I relaxed my throat and he settled into a steady rhythm in and out as he caused me to make gurgling sounds with each thrust.

All though I tried to resist Oliver, he began to assault my ass with his fingers. He was putting plenty of lube both on and in my tight hole. I couldn't keep him from sliding two then three finally four fingers inside me stretching my sphincter to its limit. He continued to oil me up and loosen me up as I lay helplessly across the table. 

My mind was a blur as my mouth was violated and now my ass, spread to its limit when Oliver had fingered me, was being invaded by his monster cock. He pushed the head inside me and my scream of pain was muffled by the cock that filled my throat and acted as a gag.

With more lube applied to the shaft, Oliver began a slow shallow rhythm. Not trying to force the entire length in all at once, but rather giving me just a little more each thrust. Small increments but gaining in depth each thrust non the less.

As they settled into a steady pace they began to time their thrusts, both entering simultaneously and then pulling back simultaneously. I was barely conscious as they continued their assault. My screams of pain and protest had been replaced with their moans of pleasure and I was now nothing more than a piece of fuck meat.

After a while the rhythm picked up as they both neared their climax. I simply lay there totally helpless and unable to resist whatever they decided to do to me. The pace quickened as Luis was first to fill me his sperm, shooting waves of the juice down my throat. Before he could pull out of me, Oliver made a final deep thrust as I felt an enormous load of cum fill my bowel.

When they pulled out of me I just went limp across the table feeling totally used up.

I didn't know what the next weeks would bring, but I did know that I felt totally and completely at their mercy. They had subjugated me wholly and I was helpless to fight any thing they might want to do to me.

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