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Swing

By: IreneXXX



Supper. The food was bad. We chatted as we awaited the other couple's arrival. 

To omit the boring stuff, the four of us were eventually holed up in a lil cozy hotel room. I lounged on the bed, against the headboard. Susan (not her real name, duh) chose to take one of the rattan armchairs and her partner Simon took the other one, leaving my lover the last spot at the foot of the bed. We chatted about tattoos and such as she wasn't quite ready for the game.

I was getting quite peeved by that time since otherwise, I would have had my lover all to myself and would most probably be gasping my orgasms instead of lounging on the bed, still dressed. 

As the game involved stripping, it was only fair that everyone started with the same number of clothing... I had gone without panties (being very obedient to the commands of my lover) so Susan had to decide which excessive piece of her clothing to remove before we proceeded. She chose to lose her bra. 

Eventually we DID start the game. Basically everyone has 5 dice and the winners / losers are determined by poker hands. Since my grasp of poker hands suck... I just let them tell me who won and lost :p I wasn't worried about being cheated... I trust my lover implicitly and know that he will take care of me... just as Susan trusted her lover to watch out for her.

I lost my top right off the bat. I realised then why my lover asked me to wear this particular bra... he keeps saying he's gonna take pics of me in it, but as this request has made like three times already, I'm not holding my breath... 

I forget the order of clothing lost but I think Simon got naked first. Susan managed to lose only her bra though her translucent top didn't hide much. 

Things started slowly and I wasn't sure how to deal with situations... if I had realised that anatomy fondling meant I could just reach down into his pants, perhaps things would have moved along much faster!

The way the dice rolled, my lover and I were kissing and fondling one another to the rapt audience of Susan and Simon. Ok, I'll admit I didn't really care if they were watching or if we were in the middle of a football field at halftime. Damn it I was so horny and we weren't getting anywhere!!! 

Finally, things got moving when my lover had a chance to make out with Susan. He frenched her... I wondered how she was feeling... I mean, he's a damn good kisser! She closed her eyes, squeezed his forearms and kissed him back, so I reckon she enjoyed it! The question is... did she want more?

Soon after, they were paired up again and he fondled her generous bosom through her clothes, reached down between her legs... and going by the coy way she held her legs together but eventually spread them wide... yea, she wanted more. 

It was odd watching... whether Simon with Susan or my lover with Susan. Kinda like some real life porn movie... very surreal. Later on my lover asked me if I was jealous. And I told him, yea there was a little tinge... I wasn't used to sharing attention!

Susan was initially restrained, but definitely raring to go. Most certainly she was enjoying herself and looked disappointed when time was up. Simon looked on... I couldn't quite discern his thoughts and feelings. 

When it was Simon's turn to make out with me... I have to say that well, I guess he knew what he was doing. Yet I couldn't let myself go as I would with my lover... perhaps because well, this is, after all, a strange man I met barely a few hours ago? I'll also have to say that he reminded me of my ex and that was a HUGE turn off.

As all of us were dreadfully homophobic, there were many instances of volunteering to drink another person's forfeit just to avoid close contact of the same gender. 

The next turning point was when I was paired up with my lover again. He was down to his thongs and I had just my skirt on. He was to straddle my head. I learnt from the previous turns and moved his thong aside. Apparently once I was seriously giving him head (and don't do this at home: it's a really bad angle for the neck) Susan started on Simon, too. 

The purpose was a swing, so my lover went over and asked me to "engage" Simon while he took over Susan. I hesitated. I didn't like this guy. Susan was very enthusiastically sucking him off. But hey, we were there. My lack of action didn't mean my lover wasn't busy. He had already gotten a condom on himself and busy with Susan. 

That was the moment of envy. Susan was kneeling down sucking on Simon's cock. My lover started to fuck her and she was having a blast with two cocks. I wanna be in her shoes!!!

My lover managed to move Susan to the bed. I bent over Simon, rolled on a strawberry flavoured condom over him and started to blow him. I wasn't that keen on doing so... after all, his lover had been doing so rather enthusiastically and I wanted to be fucked! I rode him for a while but the chair wasn't shaped for it. So we moved and Simon was fucking me doggie at the chair. I was so yearning for a hard cock in my mouth as well but my lover decided to play hard-to-get. Grrrrr.

Simon moved me to the bed... my lover and Susan had vacated it at his request and he took me missionary. He came. I didn't. That was that.

So the activities petered out as Simon went to shower and then Susan. They left about 4am and we fell asleep.

The downside of the whole experience was that I didn't get my lover all to myself. He did make up for it plenty the next morning though.

Would I do this again? The thrill of being fucked by a stranger is the ultimate of separating love and lust. I would not have done it if my lover wasn't there. I learnt that as wild as I believe I can be, I am still at heart a one-man woman.

Swing



It was almost 6 o'clock and Master would be home any time now. Through the day, I had tried to finish everything on his list to the best of my abilities. His laundry was clean, folded and put away. I cleaned the bedroom, dust every inch of the house, swept, vacuumed, mopped and tidied every part of the house except the playing room. That is the only part of the house he insists on cleaning himself.

He's called me throughout the day to give me more instructions. I feel myself getting wetter at all his instructions. He was expecting a box to be delivered today. Make sure I sign for it and put it onto the table in the play room. I was not allowed to put anything over my usual uniform while I signed for the box.

Master has been working with me to get me more in tune with my body and not be so self conscious. Around the house, my uniform is a sheer pair of panties and high heels with my hair braided down my back. I am always to wear a light dusting of make up and bright red lipstick. I tried to persuade Master to let me wear my robe, but my comment made him upset and I earned myself a punishment.

"Aly," Master says in his stern voice, "I am not pleased you are questioning my orders. Go into my room."

'Yes, sir" I hear myself say. I walk towards the playroom and open the door, stepping in slightly.

"Grab your plug and vibrator. Once you have those, climb onto the table and put your speakerphone on."

The plug feels heavy in my hands as I hold it, get the vibrator and climb onto the table. I set the phone aside on speaker. "ready, sir."

"Take off your panties and put them in your mouth. I don't want to hear anything from you." I put my panties in my mouth and could taste myself on them. "Now lay back knees bent, legs open on the table. Run your hands over your breasts. Pinch your nipples. Hard. Harder." My nipples hurt, but the pain went directly to my pussy. I moaned, muffled by my panties. "Turn on the vibrator and put it on your clit. I bet you're soaking wet right now. Your juices are probably soaking the table. Once the vibrator is on your clit, close your legs to hold it there. Don't you dare cum!" I was moaning and squirming , I could feel myself getting closer and closer. I kept pinching my nipples, rolling them between my fingers. "STOP! Turn off the vibrator and kneel on the table. Grab your plug and rub it in all your pussy juices. Once its soaked, slide it into your ass. Feel it fill it up, stretch you out. Imagine its my cock filling you up. Slide it in and out, fuck your ass with it." The plug slid in so easily and felt so good. I imagined it was Masters cock, how big it would be, how it would stretch me. I wanted so badly to touch my pussy, thrust my fingers in and fuck myself with my fingers and the plug. I was getting close again, I wanted to cum so badly. "I bet you want to cum. Cum with that plug in your ass. Now stop, put the plug all the way in and leave it there. Take your panties out of your mouth, put them back on and get back to work."

I groaned as I did as instructed. The plug felt so good in my ass, but I still wanted to cum. So badly. "Now regarding the package, I expect you to sign for it in uniform. Take the package from him, put it down inside the door. When you bend over, make sure to give him a nice view of your ass with the plug deep inside. I want you to play with your breast. Roll and pinch your perfect nipples, stretch them towards him and let go. I want them to bounce for him. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." My voice cracked. I could still feel that need, that longing deep in my pussy, the desire to cum and cum and cum. The plug in my ass shifted as I did. This sent tingles all down my body.

"Now get back to work and make sure you don't cum. If you do, I will be very disappointed." I heard the click as he hung up. I knew I needed to get back to work, but I couldn't move. I wanted to stay on this table until he came home, until he filled me with his cock and came deep in me. But I knew if I wasn't done with all his chores, I would get punished even worse than this, and by his hands.

I was dusting in the living room when there was a knock at the door. Setting my duster down, I walked to the door, looking through the peep hole. Standing on the front step is the UPS man with a box. I take a deep breath and open the door.

"Package for..." the UPS man starts, but his voice trails off as he looks at me.

I want to hide myself behind the door, but I know Master will be displeased. I feel myself blush as his eyes remain fixed on my breasts. "Of course. Let me take that." My hands reach forward and take the box from him. It covers my breasts and I turn to put it inside.

The man stumbles over his words. "Signature... box..." He automatically holds out his device.

I catch his eyes on my ass and know he's seen the plug. "Thank you," I say, my blush deepening. As I sign, his eyes are back on my breasts. I can see the strain of his pants. I offer him his device back and start to play with my breasts, rolling my nipples and making my breasts bounce like Master told me to. "Will there be anything else"

His eyes suddenly lift from my breasts to my face and shock is clearly evident. It seems he wants to say yes, but is having an internal struggle. Finally he speaks. 'Uh, no. Just the box." He quickly turns, and I think its so he can't change his mind, and strides back to his truck.

I close the door after him and smile. I can feel my body tingling from that experience. I reach down and feel my pussy, noticing my pussy juices have soaked through my panties. I moan, but know I'm not allowed to do anything. I pick the box up, not recognizing the sender. I take it into the playroom and set it on the table for Master. Curiosity flows through me, wondering what he got and how he'll use it.

I am vacuuming when I hear the phone ring. Seeing the number, I quickly answer it.

"Slut, why didn't you answer the first time I called?" Master's voice is low.

"I'm sorry sir. I was vacuuming and didn't hear it." I know this will earn me another punishment.

He does not answer right away. His voice is still low when he answers. "I see. I shall deal with this when I get home. Next time, you will not make me have to call a second time. Has my package arrived?"

I shudder to think of how Master will punish me. "Yes, sir. The package is waiting for you in your room."

"Very well. I hop you followed my instructions when it was delivered."

My body flushes when I think about it. "Yes, sir."

"Did he enjoy your show? I bet you were dripping when he left. Tell me slut. Were you dripping?" When I am hesitant to answer, he continues. "Oh slut. You are really asking for it when I get home. From now on, on the hour every hour, you are to stop what you are doing, kneel, pull your panties aside, pinch your clit and shove three fingers in your pussy. You are to play with yourself, stopping right before you cum. If you cum at any point, I will be very upset. Do you understand me, slut?"

I nod my head, even though he cant see. "Yes, sir."

"Good. You're going to practice this when I hang up the phone. Then in 23 minutes at 11 o'clock, you're going to do it again. On the hour, every hour. If you miss one, your punishment will double. I will call again later." With that, he hangs up.

I put the phone on the table and drop to my knees, spreading them so I have access to my pussy. I move my panties aside, already wet with my juices. Finding my clit, I pinch it between my fingers as I shove three fingers into my dripping pussy. I am already close to cumming. I move the my fingers in and out while rolling my clit with my other hand. I go faster and faster and scream out my frustration as I fling my hands away. I know with one more touch, I could be cumming and relieving this ache. But Master would know and I know my punishment is already going to be harsh. I sit for another five minutes before I can get up and finish cleaning.

The rest of Master's calls are just to make sure I'm following his orders and checking how wet I am. He sounds pleased to find me dripping every time he calls.

It is difficult to finish his list of chores, but I get everything done. I'm kneeling by his chair like how I'm supposed to everyday to greet him when he returns home. At 6 o'clock, he is still not home and I start to get worried. He didn't say in any of his calls that he would be late. As it is a new hour, I know I have to play with myself again. I spread my knees, push my panties aside and slide my fingers into my pussy. I can feel my need growing and growing, just like my clit. I roll it between my fingers and shove my fingers as deep as they can go. I'm so close, so close. One pump and a roll of my fingers, a second pump and I know I will cum if I continue on. With a groan, I slump forward, leaning onto my hands as I feel my need pulse through my body, centering on my clit.

"That was a beautiful thing to come home to." Master's voice startles me.

I gasp as I look up at him, leaning against the front door. In all my pleasure, I did not hear him come in. I straighten as he walks towards me and bends down. Suddenly, my pussy is filled with his fingers. Already being so close, I know I won't last long as his fingers thrust into me.

"Don't cum until I tell you to." He smiles at my small nod. Its difficult to hold off my orgasm now that his fingers are in me, but I do it. "that's right, baby. Feel my fingers deep in your pussy. You're so tight and wet already. I can't wait to get my cock in there and fill you with my cum."

I groan as he suddenly withdraws and stands before me. I don't know when, but his cock is already free from his pants. He grabs it in one hand and my hair in the other. He pulls my mouth onto his cock, and I can't help the wave of pleasure that courses through my body as I hear him moan. As he starts thrusting, I move my hands to his thighs.

His hand tightens in my hair. "No," he growls at me, "hands behind your back." He keeps thrusting as I comply. With both hands in my hair, he controls how far I take him. Slowly, I take more and more of my cock until I feel it hit my throat. "Oh baby. Your mouth feels so good. I could fuck your mouth all night." His thrusts get faster and I know he's going to cum soon. Suddenly, his cock swells and his first load of cum fills my mouth. He pulls his cock out as his second load hits my face. He aims his cock so the rest of his cum splashes onto my tits. He brings his cock to my mouth again. "Clean it."

My tongue snakes out and licks the last drop from the tip before I suck him back into my mouth. I lick around his softening cock, trying to get all the cum from it. He takes his cock from my mouth before I am finished and I watch as he tucks it back into his pants. Kneeling down in front of me, he takes his hand and trails it through his cum on my breasts, spreading it everywhere. He makes sure to cover my nipples and pinches them once before standing back up. "Good girl." He smiles down at me. "Stay."

As he walks away, I swell in pride knowing I just pleased him, but I can still feel my own need dripping down my thighs. I want to reach down and touch myself, but without permission, I know my already harsh punishment would get worse. After a few minutes, I see Master walk back into the room in jeans and a T-shirt. He stands before me, looking into my eyes. "Are you hungry?"

I try to plead with him with my eyes, desperate to cum. "Yes, sir."

He smirks and I know he can see my need. "Good." He holds out a hand, helping me stand. "Start dinner. I have plans for you tonight and you need to have all the energy possible. I'll join you in the kitchen once I have things set up."

My thoughts drift back to the box. "Yes, sir." I turn and start towards the kitchen feeling his cum already drying on my face and tits. I squeak in surprise when his hand slaps my ass, causing the plug to shift.

Half an hour later, just as I put the last dish on the table, he enters the kitchen. "Bend over, hands on the table." I do as instructed. He walks behind me and I feel his fingers slide down my back, over my ass and onto the plug. He moves it in and out slowly before pulling it out completely. I suddenly feel empty and groan in disappointment. "Don't worry, slut. You'll be filled again later tonight with my cock until I cum deep in that ass. For now, let's enjoy dinner." He puts the plug aside, washes his hands and sits at the table. I sit across from him, waiting until he has taken his first bite before starting to eat.

During dinner, he talks about his work day. He's frustrated at one of his troublesome clients. He's always so animated when talking about his job, even if he's had a bad day. Once he finishes, he pushes his plate away and stares at me. Standing up, he takes both plates and sets them into the sink. He holds out his hand at me. "Come."

His hand is warm in mine as he leads me towards the playroom. Opening the door, I see he has moved some of the furniture to make room for the new addition. He watches my face as I stare at it, finally realizing its a sex swing. I look into his eyes and he smiles. "First things first, panties off." He watches me as I slide the small scrap of material down my legs and step out of them, leaving them on the floor. Walking towards the cabinet, I watch him get out rope and two sets of restraints. One set fastens around my wrists, though he does not connect them. He kneels down and fastens the other set to my ankles, again, leaving them separate. It takes him a while to fasten the rope around me, but when he is finished, my breasts are bound tight, a pattern snakes down my front and back and two lengths of rope lie snugly on either side of my pussy before running up the crack of my ass and fastening behind me.

He walks around me, admiring his own work, tugging occasionally to make sure everything is secure. "Go kneel on the table. Lean back onto your hands. Keep your ass off your feet." I do as instructed, feeling the rope dig slightly around my pussy. I watch confused as he walks out without glancing back at me. He returns and I see my cell phone in his and and realize this is going to be my punishment. He stands in front of me. "Do you know why you are being punished?"

I nod. "Yes, sir. I did not answer your call." I stare apprehensively at my cell phone in his hands, not sure what he is going to do with it.

"After this, I hope you remember to always answer my calls." He steps forward and palms my pussy in his hand. He finds my clit easily and starts circling it slowly with his finger. "Don't cum. If you do, you won't be allowed to cum for a week, understand?"

"yes, sir." Its already difficult to stop myself. After keeping me worked up all day, my need to cum has grown until I feel any extra touches will send me over. His circling finger stops and he slides my phone between the ropes and down to my pussy. He makes sure my clit is in direct contact before stepping back and taking a seat at the couch so he can watch me. I watch as he takes his cell phone out and punches a number. Suddenly, I feel my phone start to vibrate against my clit and pussy. I moan, closing my eyes at the feeling. The pulsing vibration suddenly stops and I realize I'm already breathing hard. The vibrations start again, and I'm getting closer to cumming. I hold myself back, but the longer the vibrations continues, the more I moan. I pump my hips up, trying to get more, but it just drives the phone hard onto my clit and I scream in frustration. I don't know how long he keeps me going, but I start to beg him, beg him to stop, to let me cum. I tell him over and over how much I need to cum, how badly I need it. The vibrations suddenly stop and I groan.

As I open my eyes, I see him standing in front of the table. "Are you going to make sure you answer my calls from now on?"

"yes, sir. Please, sir." I moan, I'm so close to crying I'm so frustrated. I need to cum so badly and yet I know I'm not going to be able to.

"Please what?" He smirks.

"Please may I cum?"

"Do you deserve to cum?". His finger is sliding between my pussy lips, teasing me.

I know there is no right answer to this question. If I say yes, he's going to deny me. If I say no, he will be pleased, but I still wont get to cum. "No, sir."

"Then of course you can't come." He takes the phone from my pussy and throws it onto the couch. I feel his fingers slip into me again, teasing, riling me up again. His thumb circles my clit as his fingers slowly, tortuously fuck me. He slowly builds me up again. And just when I'm about to cum, he withdraws and listens to my protesting moan. "Off the table. Its time for my fun.

I get off the table, thinking that I'm not going to make it to the end of the night if his fun hasn't even started. He leads me to the swing and shows me where to sit. I feel the rope tighten between my ass and around my pussy as I sit down. I lean back as instructed, watching as he puts my feet through the straps and move them to my thighs, opening me up. Moving to my side, he bends my knee so my ankle is next to my butt before clipping my ankle restraint to my wrist restraint. He switches sides and does this side the same way. I realise in my leaned back and open position, he has access to my entire body. Walking away behind me, I hear him at his cabinets and wonder what toys he's getting. I hear his stride back to me before I feel his hand on my shoulder before slightly pushing. I feel myself swing slightly before I come to a stop. His hands come into view above me fiddling around with something on the top of the bar. When he's finished, I realize he has hooked up a chain with nipple clamps.

He starts playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples. "I can still feel my cum covering your tits. I can't wait to cover you completely." Suddenly, he pinches my nipples hard. I gasp at the pain, but feel my pussy drip in anticipation. I watch as he attaches one clamp then the other, seeing how they pull my breasts up. He pushes on my shoulders again and I moan as my nipples are pulled with each swinging motion. "You have no idea how hot you look right now. I can't wait to fuck you hard and watch you tits pull with every thrust." I hear some shuffling behind me before I feel his hand in my hair, turning my head. His cock is right in front of my face. "What do you want slut?"

My voice is breathless as I answer. "Please sir, may I suck on your cock? I want to taste your cum. Please, sir?" I stare at his cock, hoping beyond hope that he allows me to.

"You're a greedy slut, aren't you. Always wanting my cum. Well since you asked so nicely..." Master moves his cock forward and I engulf the tip in my mouth. He slides forward more and slowly fucks my mouth again. In and out, I suck his cock, twirling my tongue around the tip, trying to take as much as I can. He moves faster and faster and I hope he cums in my mouth. "Oh baby. Your mouth aways feels so good around my cock. I wish I could have your mouth on it all day." He moves faster, and just as I think he's going to cum, he pulls out and I groan. He moves around and positions his cock at my pussy. "This is what I want. Look how wet it is, always so ready for me." In one swift motion, he thrust his cock all the way in and I scream.

Finally, it feels so good to be filled by his cock. He thrusts quickly, making me swing, making my nipples pull with every thrust. I feel myself building to a wonderful climax. With every pull of my nipples and thrust of his cock, I get closer. 'Oh please sir. May I cum? Please let me cum. I want to all over your cock. I need to." His thrusts get more powerful, hitting that sweet spot in me. I'm so close, but I know I can't cum until he says so. My nipples are starting to hurt, but my pleasure overrides it.

"No. You don't get to cum yet." I moan, felling my body twitch from the overwhelming need. "But I'm going to fill this pussy of yours with my cum. I want to watch my cum drip out of this pussy." I feel him speeding up and know he's close.




Swing



"Yes, cum in my pussy. Please, I need it. Fill me up. Please sir, cum in me."

"Such a little cum slut. Already covered in my cum and you still need more. Need my cum. Well, you want it, here it is!" He thrust once more hard and I feel his cock swell as he shoots his hot cum deep in me, filling my pussy. He thrusts a few more times, before stilling. I smile thinking about being filled with his cum, but I'm also too on edge. I still need to come. He pulls his cock from my pussy and moves to my head. I already know what he wants as I turn and take his cock into my mouth. I moan around his cock, tasting both of us on his cock. He thrusts a few times before shoving his cock all the way into my mouth. I try to take what I can when I suddenly scream around his cock. He has taken the nipple clamps off.

I moan as he palms my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples, slowly rolling them between his fingers. I moan around his softening cock. "Yes, such a cum slut aren't you." He pulls his cock from my mouth and stops his torture of my breasts. Moving around, he comes back to look at my pussy. 'I can see my cum dripping from your pussy." He takes his fingers and runs them through our juices then around my pussy lips. He moves the rope into my pussy, making sure to keep my clit between them so any movement rubs my clit. I moan and squirm, feeling the rope pinch my clit. As I keep moving, the rope sending shivers through my body, bringing me closer and closer to the edge again, Master moves away, behind me to his cabinet again. Coming back, I see a different, yet larger plug in his hands. He runs it through our juices before slowly pushing it into my ass. I moan, slightly in discomfort, and then its completely in me, filling my ass. He pulls it out slowly and starts to fuck my ass with it. I squirm, my clit still between the ropes, savoring the feeling on my clit and having my ass filled.

Suddenly, he thrust the plug hard and deep into my ass and leaves it there. Making sure the ropes secure it in place, he moves around the room again. Coming back with a dildo and vibrator, I start to shake my head. "Please, no. Sir, please. I can't." I look pleadingly at him. I am relieved when he turns back. I hear him put everything down. He comes back to stand near my head.

"Turn your head and open your mouth." I smile, thinking I get to suck on his cock again and comply. I am not prepared for the ball gag being shoved into my mouth. I try to protest but it gets mumbled around the gag. Once secure, he looks at me. "That's better. Now I won't hear you beg and complain anymore." He walks back and when he comes back into my view, I see he has the dildo and vibrator again. I shake my head and try to plead around the gag. I try to move, but the restraints on my ankles and wrists prevent me from going anywhere. He doesn't care about my protest as he moves the rope from my pussy and puts the vibrator to my clit and turns it on.

I scream as my clit is assaulted, yet still feeling my orgasm coming closer and closer. I writhe trying to get away from this overwhelming sensation, but he moves everywhere I do, keeping the vibrator on my clit. I can't take much more and I know I'm about to come. I'm so close, just a few more seconds and I'll be over that wonderful edge. Then the vibrations stop, and I scream my frustration, muffled through the gag. "Not yet." His voice sounds so far away. I feel the dildo slowly slide in me and I feel so full. He keeps it there with the ropes then moves away.

I hear him sink into the couch, then silence. I don't know how long I stay like that, pussy and ass filled. Every time I twitch and shift, a wave of pleasure is sent through my body. I try to keep still, but my body doesn't want to listen. I'm moaning into the gag. I want to plead and beg Master to fill me with his cock again, but with this gag, I can't. Seconds, minutes, hours, I don't know how long I squirm. I'm not able to get close to cumming like this, but it still feels wonderful to be so full.

The couch shifting draws my attention. He pads back to my pussy and I can see his hard cock standing tall again. He slides the dildo out and replaces it quickly with his cock. He thrusts hard and fast and I moan into the gag. I feel him playing with the plug in my ass, slowly sliding it out and in. With his cock lubricated with my juices and his cum, he pulls out and puts the dildo back into place. He pulls the plug out in one quick motion, tossing it onto the floor and lines up his cock. I feel the tip pop in and, inch by inch, fills my ass with his cock until its completely in.

"Oh baby. Your ass is so tight. Its already trying to squeeze the cum out of me. It feels so good. I can feel that dildo against me. Want to feel?" He grabs the dildo and slides it out and I can feel every movement. As he shoves the dildo back in, he slides his cock from my ass. He starts up a rhythm. Dildo in, cock out. Dildo out, cock in. Pussy and ass. Back and forth. He starts to move faster, and I don't know how he keeps it up. My orgasm builds again, closer and closer. I'm moaning and screaming into the gag, trying to make him see my need, how badly I need to cum, cum for him, on him, to feel his cum in me again. "that's it, baby. Squeeze my cock with your ass." He stops fucking me with the dildo, leaving it in me, but puts the vibrator on my clit and turns it on. 'Don't cum until I tell you." His thrusts get faster and harder, but I'm already so close to cumming. Just one word from him and I will explode. "Open your eyes and look at me. I want to watch as you cum."

I didn't even know my eyes were closed, but I open them, staring into his eyes. I can see how close he is and know I will be filled with his cum soon. "Now baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock." And with those words, I'm thrown over that edge, my orgasm rippling through my body until it hurts. I feel his cock swell and cum deep in my ass and that sends me over again, or is it still. I just keep cumming and cumming. The vibrations on my clit keep me going until it gets painful, too painful, but too pleasurable. My world goes dark as I hear him start talking again. "That was perfect."

When I wake, I'm in our bed, still naked. He's cleaned his cum off my breasts and face, but I can still feel it drip from my pussy and ass. His arm holds me tight, his chest to my back, his fingers squeezing my breast. His even breath tells me he's asleep. I shift slightly, and his arm tightens in his sleep. I move my arm so I can hold his hand as I fall back asleep. My last thought is how happy I am to be able to please Master. And I can't wait to see what he has in store for me next time.



Swing and a Hit



The two caretakers stood, resting under the shade of a beautiful oak tree. The cemetery was completely empty, save for them, and one lone visitor who came most every day.

"There he is again," the younger of the two said.

"Yeah. That was his best friend you know. They played the game back in thirty-eight," the older one replied.

"The game?" 

"Baseball. That standing there is the one and only Elijah Harwood. He was a heavy pitcher for the NLB, and then served in the Second World War as a Tuskegee Airman."

"The NLB? Who the hell are they?"

"That would be the Negro League Baseball. They pretty much disbanded when Jackie Robinson got drafted, but they were big in the day."

The younger man looked astonished and stared at the older one.

"You're shitting me."

"No. I got Elijah to autograph a baseball for me. He was the hero of his day."

They watched Elijah shuffle off.

He walked with a long, thin whip of a cane, which he deftly maneuvered with his strong, powerful fingers. He displayed his disabled bus pass and boarded the Tri-Met bus East, eventually changing it for one bound North for Interstate Avenue.

He walked three blocks one way, and stopped in a store. He bought himself a small cherry coke and a microwave popcorn packet.

At home, in his modest dwelling, he popped the corn and stood there, staring at a picture of himself and the man in the ground, taken well over fifty years ago.

"I think I'll be seeing you soon, Franklin. I hope you have a place next to you on the bench for me. I miss you a lot." He said aloud.

The popped corn he put into a large plastic bowl and carried it and the soda into his easy chair. He flipped on the television, tuned into the Seattle Mariners game, and promptly fell asleep.

When Elijah dreamed, he dreamed in sepia. He smiled as he dreamed.

The roar of the crowd, mostly full families in the stadium filled his ears as he stood on the pitcher's mound. He nodded to the catcher.

The catcher nodded back, and gesticulated with his hands.

Elijah's body moved like lightening, his pitching arm uncoiled with the force of a hurricane. The leather clad ball soared out of his hand, like a bird of prey.

The batter was a muscular young man, not much older than he was, and he connected with the sweet spot in the wooden bat with a beautiful hit. The crack was like a gunshot, he heard the announcer:

"He's going, he's going, and he's outta here!" He cried over the primitive public address system.

Elijah shook his head. He was tired, and it was the bottom of the ninth. With that hit, it was four to five. He had pitched the last six innings and the drain was incredible. The humidity in the Atlanta ballpark dripped off every man in the field. It was late August of 1938, one of the hottest on record.

His eyes turned toward his coach, whose face remained impassive. Elijah was all they had. This was the backside of the double header, Atlanta Crackers versus Cincinnati Tigers.

Another hit, and the Crackers would be tied, the game would go into extra innings, and Elijah knew if that were the case, he would fail. He could not allow that to happen.

The next batter was a fresh face to him, a rookie from a minor league, if there was such a thing for the Negroes League. His Jersey read, 'Palmer' and his first name was announced as Gary.

Elijah looked him over. He was wiry and looked strong. Elijah decided he wasn't going to fool around. He felt the weight of the game, heavier and thicker than the heat and humidity. The crowd hushed and could feel his pressure.

The batter took his place, and Elijah's decision held firm.

Three fastballs.

Three strikes.

Game over.

The crowed hurrahed in his favor and during the shake with the other team, one man shook him a little harder.

It was the first time they had actually met on the diamond battlefield, but Franklin Roberts was a reputation onto himself. He had one of the highest RBI's of the entire league, and was a deadly infielder. He was the one that knocked the ball out of the park.

Franklin looked him in the eye, his thick muscular neck shining with sweat.

Elijah nodded at him for just that much more of an instant, and a corner of Franklin's face turned upward ever so briefly.

Elijah was forced by the line to let go of his hand.

He trudged back to the dugout and collected his jacket, his bat, ball, and glove. There were no showers for the Negro league, but there was a bathroom.

It was the one with the crudely printed sign on it, attached with nail, and string. The sign read, 'colored' on it. He walked in, the stench of urine from the open trough hit him like the stank of a butchery. Flies congregated in clusters over spots on the aged concrete floor.

The cracked sink had a single spigot of moderately cold water, and he drenched his handkerchief in it, wiping his face down gently. He had a stubble of beard, and was supposed to catch the morning bus to New York for another game on Tuesday.

He paid no mind to the person who came in behind him, and walked over to the trough. Only when the other man spoke did his mental planning cease.

"I have to say, sir, that you pitch a fine game. I was lucky to get the hit I did. You polished off Palmer like he was nobody's business."

Elijah turned.

Franklin stood there, smiling. The golden flow of urine from his thick, uncut penis did not stop as the listened to Elijah:

"I had little choice. I couldn't let you boys have a win on our home turf. We may not be the best in the league, but sir, a man has to defend his honor."

Franklin shook his tool dry, stuffed it into his pants, and then spoke:

"This I understand. I also felt if I did not swing at your pitch, I would not get another chance."

Elijah wiped his forehead down. His mouth was parched, he licked his cracked lips, and he noticed a slight tremor in his hand. He felt heat, but not from the sweltering humidity.

Elijah said, "I would be most pleased if you would go and have a cup of coffee and a piece of pie with me."

Franklin's perfect white teeth displayed his obvious pleasure.

"Sir, the honor would be mine. This is your town, and I shall rely upon your good judgment."

Elijah and Franklin left, walking down the street. They hung on the outside of a Trolley free, jumped off when the conductor tried to charge them, and headed toward the black part of town.

Music from player piano in a store banged out into the evening as they found themselves in a small diner. They chatted over the game for a good two hours, and autographed three baseballs from young fans.

Franklin smiled at him, and said, "I am certainly glad we met. I would have been displeased if I could not have met the man behind that strong arm."

Elijah responded, "And I too, am glad. I have known a few strong batters in my day."

Franklin smiled and replied, "Hitting is my favorite part of the game. I like the feel of the wood in my hands. The heft, you understand."

Elijah nodded and smiled, "but let us not misunderstand the value of the ball."

"Without one, the other is incomplete," Franklin replied. He looked Elijah in the eye.

"I think we understand each other well, Elijah," Franklin said. His hand stroked the condensation on the glass of iced-tea, moving up and down in a regular pattern.

"I believe we're conversing along the same lines, certainly." Elijah replied, moving his hand in a similar motion over with his own tea. He then moved his hand up and licked the water from his fingers in a slow, deliberate motion.

Franklin watched, his own internal heat rising, and Elijah swallowed the droplets of condensation.

There was a silence until Elijah spoke quietly, loud enough only for Franklin to hear:

"It would favor me greatly if you might stop by and see a small scrap-book I have been keeping. I believe there may be a news clipping of yours in it, and your autograph would make it all the more valuable."

Franklin smiled, and turned a bit red, and then replied:

"Of course, but only if you would sign a page for me."

Elijah returned the smile, and replied in the affirmative.

Back in the seedy flophouse, a small open bladed fan was the only relief from the heat. A single, bare bulb hung from the ceiling. There was no desk, nor chairs, only a cheap single bed, a shelf bearing a bible, and the aforementioned scrapbook. Both men sat adjacent on the bed and poured over the games that lied within the hand-bound book.

They smelled each other's musk, and as the heat was inescapable, they had slowly stripped shirts, shoes and stockings off.

Franklin's hand rested next to Elijah's as he turned pages, the rough, ebony knuckles nuzzled each other as a prelude.

The stars finally arrived, and as the book closed, Elijah replaced it on its shelf, and sat next to Franklin. 

There was a long silence.

Franklin spoke, "it's not often men like us get company."

"No sir, it is not. I believe we should make the most of it." Elijah said. He put his hand on Franklin's knee.

That was what Franklin needed and he gently rubbed at the hand. "I must be honest, I am not well versed in this dance."

"Nor am I," Elijah replied. "I only know what I like, and pray to the god above that I can live a good and just life, despite my shortcomings."

Franklin moved his face closer.

Elijah met him.

Softly, the two black men kissed in the August heat. Their rough, chapped lips met with the stubble on their cheeks, and softly they stroked each other's chests.

Elijah's lips went down into Franklin's neck and softly nipped.

Franklin moaned ever so briefly and whispered, "You make my heart move in a way that it needs to."

Elijah smiled and blushed brightly, "I'm afraid I have much fear in my heart."

"I believe we both do. But we both love the game, and sometimes it only takes one or two common things to bring people together," Franklin replied.

Elijah leaned back on an elbow, his rippled musculature sinking into the torn, bare mattress. His eyes beckoned Franklin.

Franklin responded by lying next to him and softly rubbing his face and nose against his lips.

The kisses were soft, tender, yet firm, and utterly masculine. The rough stubble aroused them both, and Elijah rolled on his back, skewed on the bed.

Slowly, Franklin moved on top of him. The darkness of their skins melded into the kind of flesh that only other men can understand. They felt the hardness of each other, they felt the musculature that only athletes have.

Elijah tilted his head up, and Franklin tenderly kissed at the base of his throat, nuzzling the protruding Adam's apple, feeling the base vibrato as Elijah quietly moaned.

Elijah's hands ran through Franklin's close nappy hair. He felt the heat of his skull and the power of it, He grasped at his lover's neck, kneading at his trapezes muscles, and feeling the edge of his scapula. 

Franklin laid his weight almost wholly on Elijah, framing the pitcher's head, and softly his tongue probed his mouth. Elijah, for his part, kept rubbing the neck and upper back, his sharper nails scratching lightly.

Franklin's eyes glazed over, he gasped ever so slightly as Elijah began to kiss back with fervor.

As neither man wore a shirt, and both dripped with sweat, when Elijah bucked up ever so slightly, rubbing his nipples against Franklin's their bodies moved slickly.

"I can feel your power against mine," Franklin said, as both cocks rubbed against each other through the flimsy uniforms.

Elijah took the initiative and softly slipped a hand between them. Softly, he reached down, and felt Franklin's mighty tool.

Franklin gasped, and then slid to one side, as Elijah moved him off. Boldly and fumbled at Franklin's button and freed the hard cock.

Elijah watched his face, and saw the pleasure.

Softly he palmed the head of Franklin's prick, his calloused hands, roaming the tender flesh.

Franklin's dick softly oozed his male lubricant into his hand, and Elijah brought the stickiness to his face, and softly cleaned it off with his tongue. 

Franklin watched him, his eyes glazed.

Elijah licked his hand, getting it very slick and grabbed Elijah's meat, this time stroking it properly, from base to tip, using his pitcher's grasp.

Franklin's hips betrayed him, and softly he pumped into the huge ebony hand.

Elijah stroked his faster and faster and enjoyed giving the batter pleasure. He watched the panting on his lips, the additional rivulets of sweat that formed from his brow, and trickled down his neck. Elijah moved slowly, gracefully, and started to use both hands.

Alternating each hand, he stroked his new friend, lubricant pouring copiously as both fists flew quickly, starting at the base and stroking up.

Franklin's thighs twitched, his black body writhed and his beautiful cock pulsed, spraying as if a hose released into the air. Elijah's chest was drenched in the pearls of his manhood, and licked his lips as his face was struck.

On impulse, his head moved down, and he placed only the pucker of his lips on the massive penis, and greedily drank, like a water fountain.

Franklin shivered as his meat withered, and deflated.

He breathed deeply.

Elijah smiled at him.

"I have never had pleasure, greater than I did just now," Franklin said. He sat at the edge of the bed, breathed heavily, and then reached back for Elijah's hand.

"Stand for me, and I will do my best for you."

Slowly, with a teasing movement, Elijah stood. As he moved his tight, well-formed ass caught Franklin's eye. He had heard tales of men buggering each other, and it was an interest to him.

Elijah spun, his basket heavy with his engorged phallus, and he undid his button.

Franklin gasped as the dong popped at him, the foreskin thick. The cock throbbed with a life of its own.

He spat into each hand, put them on the side of Elijah's cock, and stroked it with powerful strokes. He choked up on the tool and when the head started to ooze lubricant, he garnered his courage.

He opened his thick lips with their perfect teeth and put the head into his mouth.

It was warm, and natural feeling, his teeth grazed the underside of the foreskin, his tongue drilled into the slit.

He could only get a couple of inches into his mouth, and masturbated Elijah's uncut phallus into his mouth. His oral cavity was not great enough to hold the mixture of saliva and intimate fluid, and it dripped down his chin, in a sticky, mixed mass.

Elijah pumped his ever so softly, and Franklin made a graphic, sucking sound with his lips. It aroused both men, and Elijah felt his loins twinge.

"I...I..." He moaned lewdly and fired a torrent of semen into Franklin's hungry mouth. Dregs of semen popped from his lips as he fought for breath. He had to open his mouth, swallow, and inhale deeply.

His lips gently milked the musk from Elijah's tool.

Elijah pulled away, and then sat next to Franklin.

There was a long, dark silence.

Elijah kissed him softly, and spoke:

"Although we may be in away games, I will always think of you here. Can you do me the favor of keeping me near to you?"

Franklin replied, "I could never forget you. I know that come spring training, we will be scouting. I can put a word in for you. Cincinnati is a fine city, and we Tigers work together. The summer is not nearly as beastly."

Elijah chuckled, and said, "Then let us look in that direction. Between you, and I, and the game, I think we will be able to live a good life."

Franklin kissed him softly, a soft, powerful, almost electrically charged act of tenderness.

Elijah snorted as the sepia dream faded away. 

His eyes focused only for a half a second. 

Before him, clad in the uniform of the Tigers, Franklin stood, with a gentle heavenly tinge about him. 

He reached out with a baseball and put it into Elijah's hand.

As Elijah stood, and walked toward him, Dave Niehaus announced on the television another home run by Ichiro:

"It's a hit! He's going, he's going, he's Outta Here!"



Swing and Burn



"Come on, Kira. It's an adventure! Don't you want a bit of fun?" Maya wheedled, glancing in that flirty way she had, up through her eyelashes. I couldn't resist that look, though in our week-long relationship, I'd already figured out that she used that look to get me to do what I'd be better off avoiding. Hesitantly, I followed her into the warehouse.

From the outside, the building looked to be abandoned. Weeds grew around it and the sign advertising a carpet and flooring discount warehouse was missing half its letters. But Maya seemed to think we'd find something interesting in here, and our relationship was too new for me to say no to her. After all, adventure was part of her allure.

We had entered by a back door, well away from the desolate street in an industrial park on the outskirts of town. There were few people around by day, and by night there was nobody. Maya went in ahead of me, carrying the flashlight she'd brought. I had a moment to wonder why she hadn't turned it on when I heard the door clang shut behind me. At the same moment, a floodlight was turned on in front of us, shining full in our eyes.

I cringed away from it and moved to put my hands over my eyes, but before I could do much more than flinch, my arms were grabbed from behind. I felt handcuffs close over my wrists. Desperately I struggled, wondering why Maya wasn't screaming or struggling too. It was no use. The hands holding me were prepared for a struggle. In moments I was on my knees, my head down, a foot on the small of my back.

"I brought her, mistress," Maya said.

At that moment, a leather hood was slipped over my head, cutting off all sound and sight. Once it was locked in place, I was lifted to my feet and made to walk, guided by a rough hand on my elbow. 

It was some minutes later when I was stopped. I felt the cuffs being unlocked, but before I could formulate a plan to take advantage of that, my arms were lifted over my head and heavy metal cuffs clinked into place to hold me there. They were high enough that I could just barely put my feet flat on the floor; I certainly couldn't relax at all. A moment more and the hood was removed.

The room where I found myself was quite large, and full of strange furniture I couldn't begin to guess the purpose of. It was dimly lit by sconces on the walls at regular intervals, and the light did a god job of hiding as much as it revealed. Immediately in front of me was a tall, curvaceous woman with short red hair, wearing a leather corset, a tiny leather skirt, and thigh-high spike-heeled boots. To either side of her were two more women, encased from head to toe in black PVC catsuits. There was mesh over their eyes and noses so they could see and breathe, but I could tell very little about them.

I craned my neck a little and saw that Maya was to my left, kneeling on the floor. When I had followed her into the warehouse, she'd been wearing a strapless summer sundress and some strappy sandals; now she was naked except for the three-inch red leather collar at her neck which kept her head up.

"So Maya didn't tell you why she brought you here, did she?" said the woman, addressing me. I shook my head. Her smile shifted to a frown and she slapped me across the face. "You will answer, "No, mistress," when I speak to you," she instructed.

"No, mistress," I whispered, seeing no other options. 

She slapped me again, the other cheek this time. "If I want you to whisper, I'll tell you to whisper," she crooned.

"No, mistress," I said, louder this time.

"Well, then, let me enlighten you. Maya is my sex slave. I own her sex, and she does not have permission to sleep with anyone else. Unfortunately for both of you, Maya has difficulty controlling herself. She likes to play. She decided to seduce you, without my permission. In order to appease my anger, she was ordered to bring you here, to witness her punishment – and partake in some of it." She reached behind my neck to undo the knot of fabric that held my halter top in place, and as my top fell to my hips, she unhooked the bra as well. In moments I was stripped to the waist, the halter top slipped silkily off my hips with one careless gesture. One of the catsuited women picked up the clothing as it fell.

She gestured to Maya, who crawled over to her. Mistress handed Maya some evil-looking clips on a chain, and without a word, Maya reached up and attached first one, then the other to my nipples.

The pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It radiated through my breasts and sent shots of something familiar but unexpected into my pelvis. I whimpered and writhed.

Mistress noted my reaction with a smile. "You like that, don't you? You're going to make a good slave," she commented. She turned to Maya and affixed identical clips to her nipples; she swayed a little but made no sound.

"Tonight is first about punishment. You see, bringing you to me is only the first part of Maya's penance; she will need to suffer acutely for her transgressions, and since the transgressions were with you, you will suffer equally. Tomorrow, you'll get to discover some of the joys of servitude. Of course, you may find that the suffering is joy enough." She slapped my breasts, setting the clips quivering and making me gasp with pain and arousal. As I writhed again, she laughed. Then she gestured to Maya, who turned her attention to my Capri pants, sliding them quickly down my legs. Again, one of the catsuits came to take away the pants and the flip-flops I'd been wearing on my feet. I couldn't see where they were taking my clothes because by that point, Maya was using her teeth to remove my panties. Unsurprisingly, the panties disappeared quickly, too. I quivered as her lips brushed my sensitive labia, but she didn't linger under the eyes of her mistress.

Mistress reached down and picked up the chain connecting Maya's breast clips; with a yank, she pulled Maya harshly to her feet. She whimpered, and Mistress leaned close. "What do you say, slut?" she crooned.

"Thank you, Mistress," Maya said. Mistress tweaked the chain again, and Maya thanked her again.

Tiring of that game, Mistress took Maya's hands and reached for a pair of cuffs dangling from a fixture overhead. One of the catsuits fiddled with a lever to lower them within reach, and in moments, Maya was facing me, her hands stretched over her head same as mine.

Mistress busied herself behind my back. Crane my head as I might, I couldn't see what she was doing, so I stopped trying and tried to catch Maya's eye. Maya wasn't looking at me; though her collar prevented her from lowering her head, she closed her eyes every time I looked at her. I was getting desperate for some reassurance. My shoulders were aching, my calf muscles strained, and the pain in my nipples had subsided to a dull ache that I suspected would be with me for days.

I knew the bondage was about to get more strict when a rough hemp rope about an inch thick appeared between my legs. Coming around me from behind, Mistress pulled on the rope. It was attached to a fixture of some sort behind my back and about at neck height, and when she pulled on it, it fitted itself neatly into my slit and lifted me off my feet. Adjusting it slightly, she fed it through a loop which hung from a ceiling beam between me and Maya, then between Maya's legs, finally fastening it to a hitch on the wall behind her. It was strung so tightly that both of us were forced to our tiptoes to accommodate it. I wiggled experimentally and felt the burn of the rope on my cunt. Gasping with the pain, I tried to lift myself higher on my toes to take the pressure off, but that only raised me high enough that my labia brushed the rope instead of resting on it. I knew my calves couldn't sustain this position for long, and I began to understand Mistress' devious mind. 

As we were experimenting with the give of the rope, the two catsuits approached with more cuffs and chains. In moments my left ankle was chained to Maya's left, and my right to her right, so that they crossed in the middle. The connecting chains were just long enough to keep our legs firmly under us, but any movement ran the risk of jerking one of us off our feet entirely. 

Maya wiggled in turn, and I realized suddenly that, with the rope connected to both of us and the chains connecting our ankles, we would each feel the other's movements. Every movement we made would transfer along the rope and cause extra discomfort to the other. The ankle cuffs ensured we'd lose our balance as we started to tire and that we'd take the other down with us, forcing our full weight onto the rope. Mistress came between us and smiled at me.

"So you've figured it out, pet," she remarked. One hand rested on the rope near my swelling pussy; without breaking eye contact, she gave it a vicious upward jerk, so hard I lost my footing and swung on the rope momentarily. I screamed. She let go, and I found my footing again. "I'm going to reward my servants. When I'm done with them, I'll be back to add to your torture." She gave Maya's end of the rope a jerk, and left us to hang there, our pussies on fire.

The catsuits brought over two strange contraptions. There were cuffs spread about two feet apart at the base, then a long post, ending with something dildo-shaped. Mistress reached between the legs of the first one and undid a zipper, while the servant used some lube on the dildo. Then she slid herself onto the dildo while Mistress locked her ankles into the cuffs. This was supposed to be a reward? It was only when she started to gyrate on her perch that I realized the dildo must be a vibrator. Her reward was orgasm after orgasm until Mistress unlocked her. The other got the same treatment, both of them positioned so they could see me and Maya perching on our rope.

Her servants properly rewarded, Mistress returned her attention to Maya and me. She surveyed us for a moment, tugging experimentally at the rope or the chains on our nipple clamps, then she smiled. I didn't like the smile at all. "I think it is time to add to your pain, slaves," she remarked. From nowhere I could see, she produced a leather flogger and began to work on our legs, first Maya's, then mine. Every blow was a multi-faceted starburst of agony for both of us. The flogger had metal rivets on the end of each fall. They were flat and round rather than sharp, but they still added a sharp sting to what was otherwise a thudding sensation. There was the thud of the leather, the sting of the metal, and the burn of the rope as we flinched; even the blows that fell on Maya still contributed to the unrelenting friction on my cunt.

I was the first to lose my balance, from a particularly nasty blow that wrapped right around both calves and pulled me off my feet. Maya came with me of course, and our screams echoed through the room.

It went on for a long time. I was surprised to find myself craving the flogger when it was Maya's turn; the sting of the flogger took my mind off the growing pain between my legs. After a while Mistress switched to a flogger with about ten rubber falls, and our screams were renewed; finally she switched to a leather flogger with no metal or plastic bits on it. After the pain of the other two, this one felt like a massage. I writhed under it, craving its touch, while a corner of my brain stood back and wondered how it was possible to learn to love the lash so quickly.

When it stopped, it took me a moment to realize. I opened my eyes just as Mistress got to Maya with her new implement, a huge vibrator. While the wand approached its target, Mistress used her other hand to take the nipple clamps off and massage Maya's breasts. Maya shook as the wand kissed her pussy, and as she shook, so did I. It was mere moments before Maya came, and when she did, the force of her orgasm set both of us swinging on our rope.

Then it was my turn. Maya was still screaming, and a part of my brain wondered why it was worse for her now than before.  But even that part of my brain shut down when the vibe got to my clit. I burst into a thousand pieces in the hardest orgasm I could ever remember. Maya's screams, the catsuits' moans, the fiery welts rising all over my body, even the pain as the nipple clamps were removed, were drowned in the rush. Even as it stopped, all I could think was, "Wow. Wow. Wow."

As it subsided, I figured out why Maya was screaming. The arousal of Mistress' other attentions had kept the pain bearable; with that gone, all of a sudden the rope was too much. I started to beg. "Please, please, Mistress, let me off!"

The catsuits, released at some point from their orgasmic towers, were already taking care of it. In moments, the rope went slack. Simultaneously, it was released from both ends, pooling on the floor between Maya and me. I could see where it was wet from our juices, testament to our pleasure at riding it. With that source of agony gone, my shoulders renewed their ache; one catsuit held me while Mistress held Maya, and the other catsuit lowered the pulleys so that we were no longer stretched. I collapsed against the catsuit, unable to put any weight on my legs. The other catsuit finished detaching our chains from each other and from the pulleys, and we were carried over to two waiting beds. It was only when we got there that I realized my hands were still bound.

The catsuits connected a chain on the bed to the cuffs at my ankles, then removed the chain that held my wrists together. They offered me a drink from a cup with a straw; the sports drink seemed to go straight to my sore, tired muscles and I sipped it gratefully. As they covered me with a blanket, Mistress came over and started to stroke my hair. I purred and leaned into her touch, no longer wondering that I wanted it.

"When you awaken, my new pet, my servants will have a meal ready for you, and then you'll be free to go," Mistress crooned softly in my ear. "You've done well, pet, very well indeed. I didn't expect half so much from you as you gave. If you find you want more, you have only to come back tomorrow night at seven. I'll be expecting you." She kissed me gently on the lips, then covered my eyes with a blindfold.

Exhausted and encased in sudden darkness, I slept.

Seven o'clock tomorrow night would come soon enough.



Swing Baby Swing



Hi just a quickie about myself. My name is Jayne and I am 25 years old, single and live on the outskirts of London (Middlesex) I have no desires to marry or get involved with anyone. I just want a little fun and have a lot of free sex on the way! So let me tell you about a little story of mine...

I was surfing the net and found an adult contact site. I thought for a few moments and decided to place an ad, it read as follows: -

Hi 

Thanks for reading my ad. 

My name is Jayne, I am 25 y/o and am looking for some adult fun with no strings attached. 

I'm a little shy but when the barriers are down, I have a wicked sense of humour and love all kinds of sex. 

There's not a lot that I have not tried or at least thought about trying. I would like to try a 3some with two men and maybe go for double penetration. 

So if there are any guys out there that would love to fuck me, email me. 

Sorry but not into watersports - Everytime I tried it I got rather wet! So if you feel up for it – email me. 

Chow

I checked my mailbox one-day and there was an ad from a local guy called Jon – the ad he had enclosed 3 photo's which caught my attention. I thought long and hard regarding whether I should reply. Eventually I emailed him back telling him "thank you for replying to my ad and hey by the way I like what I saw! Especially the photos of your thick hard cock! Fancy a chat some time?" 

I couldn't believe it when Jon replied within 30 minutes! Record time or what! Jon and I struck up a conversation in a chat room on the net and hit it off immediately. Jon said that he wanted to me meet the same day but I said, "hey, you're being a little too fast" I said to him that I would prefer that we spend a little time both finding out what the other one wants and needs from an encounter. 

We both exchanged more emails and had a few telephone conversations. When I was satisfied that he was who he said he was, I agreed to meet him the following day.

We decided to meet in a busy pub town – that way if neither of us liked what we saw, we could have a few drinks and leave without any worries. For some reason I was really nervous about meeting this guy. I have met plenty in the past and had some great times as well as some crap ones. 

Anyway I spent absolutely ages taking my time getting ready for him; I applied my make-up with great care and attention. I tied my long dark brown hair up and left just a few stands hanging down. Finally I decided to be rather naughty and wear no underwear, a rather revealing short red dress and 5" black stiletto heals. I had the desired effect I wanted. While I looked rather stunning there was also a slight slutty look to me as well. I called a taxi and waited.

When the taxi arrived I hopped in and told the driver where to take me. He was a big muscular black guy. We made polite conversation and every now and then I caught him watching me in his rear view mirror. 

The thought of the taxi driver watching me – started to turn me on a little, so I decided to play a little game of crossing and un-crossing my long legs. I knew that he got a peep of my neat shaven pussy on more than more occasion. 

Finally I plucked up the courage and said to him "Hey babe – do you like what you keep getting a flash of?" The driver seemed a little embarrassed that I had caught him in the first place and secondly that I had the guts to say something to him! 

The driver said "Sorry love, but you know how it is when you've got a great looking bird in your cab, you wish that your were the one going out on the town tonight and not working. Sorry I really did not mean to offend you love" I tell him that's Ok, no worries. 

As we pulled up outside the pub, I pay him and say to him "hey, what's your name by the way?" He replies "Its Jacob darling". "Nice meeting you Jacob, bye" We say our goodbyes and I start to walk into the town pub.

The place is really busy, and I start to wonder if I will be able to spot Jon with all these people around. I start to make my way to the bar. I order myself a large vodka and lemonade and light up a cigarette. I quickly finish my drink and order another. 

"Hey" says the bar tender "You drowning your sorrows" 

"No just my nerves" I tell him. 

With that I feel a strong hand grip my left arse cheek, it makes me jump and I turn around to find a tall man looking straight at me. 

"Jayne?" He says. 

I breathe a sigh of relief as I say "Jon?" 

"Hi, Jayne, boy I'm glad you turned up here tonight, some people just don't show up and you're left wondering all night long. Never mind that, you look fucking fantastic girl" 

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself". I replied. 

We found an empty table and sat down and started to chat. We got on really well, there were no silent pauses or talk about the weather! After a few more drinks, I turned to Jon and said 

"Jon, we both know what we are here for, do you want to come back to my house for a few more drinks and see what happens from there?" 

"OK, only if that's what you want Jayne" 

"Come on then Tiger" I reply. 

We both got up and walked out of the pub. Jon said that his car was parked around the corner and for me to wait there while he went and got it. I stood at the pavement waiting, the next thing I knew a pale blue Mercedes convertible pulled up. 

"Hey babe, wanna ride" Shouted Jon. 

Laughing, I jump into the passenger seat and give him a quick kiss on the cheek and say, "lets go baby!"

I gave Jon the directions to my house and as we drove I slipped my hand onto his thigh and gave it a quick squeeze and winked at him. I was now over come with lust and could not wait until we got back to my house. The drive was only about 10 minutes but it felt like at least 30. 

Well I guess they say (all good things come to those who wait) and boy was I waiting. Jon was a well-mannered and very active man, he had a great body for his age – 38 and I could not wait to get hold of him or rather him get hold of me. 

We finally arrived at my place and parked the car. We both got out and walked to my front door. While I was searching for my keys I felt Jon stands behind me and put his hand up my dress and slowly rub my slightly wet pussy. 

"Umm no knickers, you're a naughty girl" he said. 

We walked into the house and Jon sat on the sofa. 

"Would you like a drink, Jon?" 

"Yes please Jayne, what have you got?" 

"Whiskey, vodka, JD, beer or wine – what's your poison?" 

"I'll have a large whiskey if that's ok" 

I poured Jon a large whiskey and one for myself. I walked over to the Hi-fi and put on some soft music, dimmed the lights and handed Jon his drink. 

I couldn't wait any longer to have him. I knelt down in front of him and started to un-do his belt and zipper. His cock just sprang out. Boy was it thick and hard. 

I looked up at him, "do you mind?" I asked. 

"No, of course I don't, suck away Jayne". 

"Jon, I will only suck your cock if you talk dirty to me, and treat me like a slut" I said. 

With that he grabbed my head with real force and pulled me into his lap. 

"Suck my cock, you little slut and make sure you do a good job or I'm going to shove it up your arse" he yelled. 

Now not being a girl to be asked twice, I grabbed hold of his cock and put it in my warm moist mouth and started to suck on it as if my life depended on it. I licked him from top to bottom and blew gently on the bell end. He loved this. Again he grabbed my head with force and shouted. 

"Suck, suck you fucking dirty little whore". 

I started to suck him and he started to thrust it deep down my throat with force. Everytime he thrust it went a little further down my throat. I could fell myself getting really wet and I was really tempted to just jump on his lap and fuck him right there and then, but I knew I had to hold back. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah that's good" he moaned. 

I could feel his pre-cum on my tongue and this nearly blew my mind. I started to wank and suck him at the same time really quickly. I was like a wild woman. I started to feel his cock twitch and knew that he was on the verge of cumming. I stopped and just looked up at him. 

"What the fuck do you think you are doing" he yelled. 

"Making it last longer" I said. 

"Fuck making it last longer, just keeping sucking me you whore, I'll be the one to tell you when to stop" 

Um now I was dripping wet, I loved being spoke dirty to. It gives me a real kick. With that I grabbed hold of his throbbing cock saying "you want me to suck you good?" 

"Yes, just fucking do it" he said. 

I opened my mouth and took the whole lot in one go. I deep throated him so far down my throat that it started to make my eyes water and my breathing became difficult. I could feel myself getting really wet as I felt his whole body twitching and knew that he was about to cum any second now. I sucked even harder than before and then I felt it. His cum started to spurt in my mouth with great force. 

"Spill a drop bitch and you'll get it up the arse" he said. 

I never knew so much cum to come out of one cock. There were mouthfuls of it. I did my best and swallowed as much as possible, but it just keeps cumming out. And sure enough, I spilt a few drops. Naughty me!

Jon lay there for a few minutes to catch his breath, he then said "Damn that was a great blow-job, Jayne" 

I just smiled at him and gave him a little wink. Without hesitation Jon jumped to his feet and started to remove my dress. 

"Your turn now girl, I'm going to make you cum like never before" he said. 

Jon grabbed me quite rough by the waist and turned me around so that I was facing the sofa. 

"Get on your knees on the sofa and spread those legs," he said. 

I did what he asked me and I started to get really excited but at the same time a little nervous, as I did not know what to expect. I closed my eyes and held my breath. The next thing, I feel are Jon's fingers rubbing my wet pussy. 

"You're fucking soaking love" he said. 

I know I thought, I don't think that I have ever been so wet in all my life – apart from when I have a bath of course! Jon rubbed my clit and slipped a finger deep into my cunt, I could feel him moving his finger around so that it was rubbing my cervix. This drove me wild and I started to have an orgasm. 

"Oh yeah, that's really good, don't stop" I said. 

He inserted another finger then another into me and started to finger fuck my cunt quite hard. I was in heaven. 

"Do you like this bitch, yeah?" he said. 

"Yes" I whispered. 

I felt Jon move his hand and the next thing I knew he had inserted another finger into me. God I had never had 4 fingers in my cunt before. I started to cum again, this time it was a lot harder than the first. I thought that my head was going to explode. I actually started to feel dizzy. 

Jon then started to lick my clit while he was still finger fucking me; I never felt anything so good. He was driving me wild. 

"Oh yes, oh yes fuck me with those fingers and lick my clit" I screamed. 

Jon carried on doing this for about 30 minutes. I was in pure heaven. 

"Turn over bitch, I'm going to fuck you now, and I hope you like it hard, cos that's exactly what you're going to get, you little whore". 

I turned over and rested my back against the sofa so that my legs were wide open. Jon looked me straight in the eyes, and then looked at his cock, I watch as he gets the tip of his cock against my cunt and slowly inserts about 1" inside of me. 

"Oh yeah, go on fuck me," I plead. 

Jon pulled his cock out and then pressed it against my begging cunt and this time he inserted about 2" inside of me. He did it again and this time pushed 3" inside of me; again he pulled it out. 

"Why the fuck do you keep putting a little bit of your cock inside of me and then pulling it out?" I asked. 

"Because I want you to really want my hard cock," he replied. 

"I do, I do – please Jon, please fuck me with that hard cock of yours" I pleaded with him. 

I was as hornie as hell and needed to feel his hard throbbing cock inside my wet pussy.

Jon grabbed my ankles and again pressed his cock against my pussy entrance and with one hard thrust he buried his cock deep inside my pussy and held it there for a few moments 

"Ah, oh my god, fucking hell Jon" I screamed. 

Jon just grinned and then pulled back, thrusting deeper inside me but this time even harder than before. I could not believe the pain and the pleasure I was getting at the same time. He did it again and as he entered me I had an overwhelming sense of pleasure and started to cum 

"Oh god I'm cumming Jon, don't stop," I yelled. 

"Go on bitch cum on my cock, go on" he said. 

Jon was thrusting his cock in and out of me really hard. I don't think anyone has shagged me with such force as Jon. I came really hard and I could feel my pussy contracting on his cock. 

"That's it bitch, enjoy me" he bragged. 

He continued to thrust deep inside of me for at least 30 minutes. I actually lost count on the amount of times I came. But I do know that it was more than 10! I could feel Jon's cock start to swell and twitch inside of me 

"Fuck me, fuck me harder you bastard, I want to feel your seed deep inside of me" I begged. 

"You ready whore, are you ready, cos I'm about to cum deep inside of your wet pussy" he replied. 

With that he thrust really deep and let out a scream. 

"I'm going to cum, oh yes I'm cumming, oh yes" 

Jon stayed there for a few moments still buried deep inside of me. I could feel his cock was slowly deflating to its normal size, and I could start to feel his jism seeping from my cunt and slowly running into the crack of my arse.

Jon moved off me and sat on the floor sipping his whiskey. 

"That was a great fuck Jon, I really enjoyed it," I said. 

"There is plenty more where that came from baby, the night is still young" he replied. 

I stood up and Jon said, "Where are you going?" 

"To get us another drink and to clean up" I replied. 

"No you can get another drink, but you are to come straight back here as I have not finished with you yet, I'm just taking 5 minutes to recover" he said. 

I went and brought back the bottle of whiskey as I figured it would be easier to quickly poor another one, rather than risk getting up and missing something. I poured us both a large glass each and drank the lot in one go. 

"Umm sucking you and fucking you has made me really thirsty" I said. 

"Come here and lay on the sofa and spread your legs. I want to lick the cum from your pussy" he replied, laughing. 

I did what he asked, and he started to lick me, oh what a feeling having someone lick up what they have just deposited! Jon licked me and just the thought of what he was doing started to make me cum again. I was already sopping wet from being fucked, now I was even wetter from Jon's saliva and again my own juices. The feeling was seriously blowing my mind. 

"Look Jayne, see what you have done" said Jon. 

In my dizzy daze of pleasure I looked and was surprised to see Jon's cock again rock hard. There's no rest for the wicked I thought! 

"Bloody hell Jon, that didn't take you long" I gasped. 

"What do you expect?" he replied. 

I had an almighty urge to ride Jon's cock. 

"Jon, Jon! Get on your back, I'm going to fuck you," I said. 

Jon did what he was told but instead of getting on his back, he sat on the sofa with his legs slightly spread. I took one more look at his cock and just knew I was in for another good time. I straddled Jon's legs, looked him in the eye and with my left hand positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy. 

"Ready babe" I said. 

"Oh yes bitch, I want you to fuck my cock good and hard" he replied. 

With that I pushed down on his cock until I could feel his pubes against my pussy lips. 

"Um, oh that feels good" I moaned. 

Jon grabbed my hips and started to thrust his cock in and out of me. I started to grind myself against him, so that I could get every millimetre of him inside of me. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it, fuck my hard cock you little whore" Jon shouted. 

Jon had worked out by now that the more he spoke dirty to me; the harder I fucked him. I was by now riding him very, very hard. I could once again feel myself start to cum on his wonderful cock. 

"Oh, oh, oh, fucking hell Jon, I'm going to cum again" I yelled. 

"You're a dirty whore, come on fuck it, fuck it hard your dirty, dirty whore" Jon yelled. 

With that I felt the most wonderful feeling ever, my breathing started to quicken, my whole body started to tremble and I got goose bumps all over my body. I realised I was having the best orgasm that I had ever experienced. I just did not want the feeling to stop. I wanted to feel like this forever. 

"Enjoying yourself are you Jayne?" Jon said. 

"Oh yes I am, what do you think?" I replied.

"Get off, go on, get off me" Jon's voice said, but not in his usual manner there was more dominance and urgency in his voice, which at first surprised me 

"What? Why? I muttered. 

"I'll show you, you've had your fun, now I'm about to give you the fucking of your life" Jon said. 

Hey I thought I was already getting it! 

"Stand up, walk to the dining room table and lay on it facing down" Jon commanded. 

I felt a little silly and ashamed, but I walked over to the table and lay there as he asked. Jon got up from the sofa and started to walk towards me. While he was coming over I could see that he was stroking his cock out of the corner of my eye. God knows what he's up to know I thought. Jon came up behind me and started to rub my pussy once again. God how I loved that feeling and the fact that his cock just never seemed to give up and go down! 

I could feel Jon's cock against my leg and I wanted to feel him inside of me again. 

"Jon, please fuck me doggie," I begged. 

"You want it bitch, you're going to get it – this time even harder than before, tell me how much you want it, you dirty little whore" he replied. 

"Jon, please, please, please fuck me with that hard cock of yours. I want to feel you deep inside of me" I begged. 

Jon stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed hold of his cock and positioned himself so that his cock was at the entrance to my pussy. Jon this time slowly pushed himself inside of me. Once he was buried deep inside of me he pulled back and thrust himself deep and hard, so hard in fact it made me scream with pain. 

"Oh, that hurts" I told him. 

"You wanted it bitch and you're getting it, now stop complaining and take it like a real whore" was his stern reply. 

Jon thrust his cock in and out of me with such force that I felt he was raping me rather than just shagging me. Jon then got really wild and aggressive and started to slap the cheeks of my arse and he thrust into me. My cheeks felt like they were burning on fire. Even though what he was doing was extremely painful the erotic thought of this really turned me on and I started to cum once again. 

"Oh baby, oh baby fuck me harder, make me cum" I screamed. 

"You love it, don't' you, you bitching whore. Answer me or I'll stop fucking you and fuck off home" he said. 

"Yes Jon I love you fucking me really hard, please don't stop and don't go home" I begged." 

"Tell me how much you want it, tell me how good it feels" Jon almost chanted. 

"Oh it feels great, I don't think I've ever been fucked in such a way before, please I beg you don't stop and go home, I'll do anything you want as long as you promise to fuck me" I was now pleading with him. 

Jon pulled his cock out of my cunt and started to rub my clit. 

"What the fuck, are you doing Jon? I was about to cum again, please put your cock back inside of me," I begged. 

"I have not finished with you yet bitch, just shut the fuck up and lay there. 




Swing Baby Swing



Bemused I did what he asked. I lay there for what seemed like eternity, but in reality could not have been more than a few moments. Again he started to insert his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I thought to myself that I'm surprised he can feel a thing, judging by how wet I was! Jon removed his fingers and then to my surprised started to rub them against by arse. My heartbeat quickened as I thought "Oh no he's going to stick his fingers up my arse." 

Jon started to gently push a finger inside of my arse. 

"No, no Jon" I groaned. 

But it was too late; I was bent over the table with my arse in the air, not really in a position to stop him. Jon moved his finger in and out of my arse and then pushed another one in. 

"Ouch" I moaned. 

"Tell me you don't like it and I'll stop," said Jon. 

How could I tell him that I did not like it when I could feel my pussy start to contract, I knew I was about to have another orgasm. I just moaned "oh, you bastard" Jon changed positions so that he still had his fingers in my arse but was now also licking my arse as well. No one had ever done that before and to my surprise I was really enjoying it. 

Jon inserted another finger into my arse and I thought to myself. 

Oh god, he's stretching me open to make it easier for him to fuck me in the arse. Again I could feel my heartbeat quicken, although this time I was not sure whether it was nerves or pure excitement. Jon again changed positions and now stood behind me. 

He removed his fingers from my arse and pushed me down in the small of my back with one of his hands.

"Hey bitch ever taken it up the arse, well you're about to get it whether you like it or not" he said. 

"NO JON PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T" I was now nearly screaming. 

"Shut up and relax, the more you struggle against it the more it's going to hurt and believe me bitch its going to hurt – a lot"! He yelled back. 

Beaten I just lay there waiting for the assault on my arse. Jon moved his cock and I could feel it slightly pushed against my arse hole. 

"OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T DO IT" my cries, falling on deaf ears. 

I knew no matter what I said or did that he was going to fuck my arse.

With one almighty hard push, Jon thrust his hard cock deep into my arse. The pain was incredible and felt like some one had shoved a hot poker up my arse. I let out an ear splitting scream and tried to get free. Jon pushed his hand hard down on my back and with his other hand held it over my mouth. 

"Quiet bitch, just relax, its gonna hurt even more if you try to resist me, now stop your screaming and RELAX and start to enjoy it" 

I was shocked by his response; this was not how it was meant to be. What happened to "mutual pleasures?" 

Jon then started to thrust slowly in and out of me. It was still very painful but as he was doing it slower, I started to relax which I found eased the pain. After about 3 minutes I found much to my horror that the pain had turned into erotic pleasure and I was embarrassed that I could feel myself once again start to cum. I preyed that Jon could not feel it. Jon started to groan as he thrust in and out of me. 

"Oh you've got a nice tight arse, you whore, oh god its lovely, oh, yes" 

In the distance I could hear someone else start to moan. 

"Oh god, NO I'm cumming" to my utter surprise I realised that it was me. 

SHOCK HORROR how could I be enjoying this? Then I heard "Oh fuck me harder, harder, harder – I love my arse being fucked" 

I couldn't believe what I was saying – was this really coming from me? 

"I knew you'd love it bitch once we got started" moaned Jon. 

I was really moaning I could not believe how incredible it felt being arse fucked. I can honestly say, that I have never experienced anything quite like it. 

"Now whore, beg me to cum up your arse" I heard Jon say. 

"No please don't cum up my arse yet Jon, please fuck me some more first" again I found myself begging to be fucked by this man. 

"I can't hold back much longer, your arse feels so nice and tight on my cock, oh god here it comes..." said Jon. 

With that he increased his pace of fucking me and started to my surprise to fuck me even harder. Where did this man get his strength from I thought. 

"Jon, Jon, please cum up my arse, please, I want to feel your juices in my arse," I cried. 

With that I felt that familiar feeling of Jon's cock harden and start to twitch once again. With one last thrust he started to spurt his seed inside of my arse. I felt that feeling once again; yes I was having yet another orgasm. It felt incredible. 

Jon gave out a loud breathe of air and said "Jayne you are one hell of a fuck" All I could mummer was "thanks – you too" Jon pulled his now finally soft cock out of my arse and walked slowly back to the sofa. I slowly pulled myself up from the table, I was sure there was an indentation of my body in it as I finally stood up. I staggered to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. While in there I felt a warm go. 

"Boy what a night this turned out to be," I said to myself. 

I walked back into the lounge and found Jon sitting on the sofa, enjoying a well-earned whiskey. I sat down next to him and he handed me a glass, which was already poured for me. 

"Jayne, thanks, I'm sorry that I fucked you in the arse and held you down, but it was just there staring up at me. I just couldn't resist such a tempting offer," he said. 

"Jon, hey don't worry, I'm sure that I enjoyed it as much as you, although not at first. There's no need to apologise, you promised me that I would thoroughly enjoy having your cock and I did" I replied. 

Jon left about 20 minutes later, promising to email me later in the week. True to his word he did and we have arranged to meet again in a couple of weeks. I'm just wondering what he has in store for me next time as he's said "next time babe, it will be even better – just you wait and see!"