0 comments/ 26037 views/ 0 favorites A Day in the Life By: Harley Quinn "Niki, wake up!" I gave my coworker a dirty look. "That's the third time you've yawned in the last ten minutes." "Maybe I'm exhausted," I countered, taking my lifeguarding tube and putting it against the wall, feigning sleep. "But you're on the clock now." I laughed at the teasing; Gabe and I had kind of a rapport. "I have rank," I said. "I can go to sleep if I damn well please." I put the tube on my lap and actually watched the pool. I've often said that lifeguarding is the only job where you run around half naked and get paid for it, and, with all the sexual tension of ten single guards under the age of 25 running around half naked, we've all become very good friends. Not to mention that we talk sex at work entirely too much. "So anyway," Gabe was saying. "This guy could just get a bra open like that" he fooled with the back of my suit. "Ah, I just wear front-openers," I said with a gamin grin. "Thanks for the warning." He went to look at the front of my suit. "I'm not wearing one now, dork." "Really?" he asked sarcastically. I loved his quick wit, and besides, he was one of the sweetest guys alive. I wasn't looking, as he knew, but I would have jumped him if I hadn't worked with him. Damn that work ethic, damn it all to hell... "Hey, it's time for you to go." I looked at the clock; my shift was indeed over, and the pool was closing in an hour. "I'll chill," I said, taking off my shorts to a 'wow' whistle. I blushed, then struck a pose. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror--large breasts, large hips, long legs. I was no Kate Moss, though I would have loved to be. All women think they're ugly, Erica Jong had once wrote. And the man that understands that will be irresistible. "Well, if you're chillin'," Gabe began, snapping me out of my thoughts, "Would you stay after I close and help me on the rescues? I need to get recertified Monday." "No prob," I said, diving into the cool water, then coming up for air with the wet trickling down my back. I started to lap, concentrating on losing myself and going back to my zero-thought: sex. The white noise of the pool helped me think, and I worked up a girlish fantasy of being pressed up against the wall, kissing Gabe, feeling his lips against my neck and under my chin. I could almost feel the bulge in my hip as I contemplated the ten different ways we could consummate this relationship. I would love his hands on my hips, holding me firmly in place with large hands, Gabe grabbing my ass and pulling me practically on top of him... and then I saw red. Before I realized it, I had banged into the kickboard he threw at me. I came up for air. "Time to go, Ma'am," he said. Had the hour gone by already? I gave him a sarcastic look. "Don't harass the patrons or I'll complain about you, sir!" He laughed, took off his T-shirt (I would have whistled in response, but I was never very talented) and hopped in the water with me. "What do you want to do first?" I asked him. "Active, from the front." "Okay," I swam out a few yards and thrashed about in the water, calling help. Dave approached me slowly, and I smiled to myself, thinking what a surprise he was in for when he got to me. He reached the tube out for me, and I grabbed it fiercely, climbing up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, burying his face in my breasts. He panicked for a minute, then pushed me out of the hold. I swam up and attacked him again. This time, he pushed me up, and my breasts fell out of my suit. He put the tube in front of me, grabbed me by the waist and the chest as I tried to get my suit back on, but with my arms incapacitated, it was a bit impossible. Half naked, he dragged me to the wall. "They are beautiful," he said. I didn't appreciate the slimy pick up line, though I did like the compliment. "Thanks, I made them myself." I went to fix my suit, trying to remain cool in the face of embarrassment. His hand, however, was still on my waist, holding down one of the straps. "Do you mind?" He smiled, standing dangerously close to me on the ledge. "Not at all." He slipped his hand upwards and began playing with my nipples, already hard from the cold water. Before I knew what was happening, his breath was crawling down my neck, and he was kissing me under my chin. I rolled my eyes back, enjoying a well-done neck sucking. "Gabe," I said, breathing hard with pleasure. "Don't start this if you're not going to finish it." "Mmmmm, okay," he vibrated against my neck. He pulled himself closer and nibbled my ear, and I pulled the presence of mind to grab his hips. I felt his erection on the inside of my leg, and slid down against it, arching my back so that he could find the hollow of my neck more easily. I'd had very few partners--none of them very good--and the thing that excited me most was the idea that they were excited by me. I reached down and ran one finger up one side of his cock and down the other, cupping his balls for a minute. He worked his way up to my mouth, kissing me slowly, gently, and very seductively. I smiled when he was done, kissing him lightly again, enjoying the foreplay to the foreplay. Pool rumor was that he was supposedly very good. He kissed me again, a little harder, bringing his hips in with a gyrating motion that put him, still clothed, at the inside of my legs, I wrapped one around him, standing on the other for balance. "Where do you want to do this?" He asked, a slight smile on his face and some smart-ass comment on his lips. "This is a family establishment." I quickly scanned the list of possibilities; locker rooms, deck, gallery, office... the only problem was that it was all enclosed in windows, and all surfaces were made of cement. Gabe got out of the water to turn off the pool lights, but left the lights in the actual pool on. with one of the doors open to cool the air, the steam rising from the hot water, and the teal colored lights illuminating the bottom of the Olympic-sized pool, it was almost a tropical paradise. I slipped my suit off, knowing he'd have trouble with it later, and swam commando to the shallow end. "How about right here?" I asked, sitting naked on the stairs. "In the pool?" "Why not? Chlorine kills everything." Gabe shrugged, then dove in and swam over to me. He smiled at my nakedness. "Pretty desperate, aren't you?" "I told you you were going to finish this," I said, kissing him passionately. He pulled away slightly. "Slow and steady wins the race," he said. I laughed and pulled at his trunks, finally running my hands down the ass I had so many times observed soaking wet. He grabbed me off the stairs and pressed me against the ledge, working his hand down, and lightly rubbing against my clit. I pulled at his member, marveling how wrong I had been about his size (I had put him at 6.5, but he proved to be a full inch bigger) and noticed that his head was purple and painfully swollen. I kissed my way down his neck working at his collarbone and gently working over his penis. He chuckled slightly, "You've done this before," he said. It wasn't a question. I made an oral tour of his body, his nipples (pierced) his belly button, his balls, and his thighs before coming up for air, and taking my tongue along his back. He stiffened, then relaxed. He started kissing me again, I felt him thrust under my hand, and I changed rhythm, nibbling his ear. He stopped then. "No, you first," He said, lifting me out of the water, so that I was sitting in front of him. I bent down and kissed him as he put my legs over his shoulders, forcing me to lay back and enjoy. I felt his breath first. Hot breath, running down my cool legs and always warm clit. Then the flicker of tongue, on the side somewhere... so quick, I wasn't even sure it had happened. A long, luxurious lick up one side, down the other, and a tongue parting silent lips. I was in heaven. "Oh, God, Gabe--" "Sh..." He put two fingers to my mouth, which I obediently began to suck. I felt his hands on my thighs--all over my things, inside me, rubbing me, he was licking me. I tried to find something to release the pleasure, and gripped the ledge, white-knuckled. Gabe kissed my hands for a second, then went back to my eager cunt. The pleasure was incredible. I could feel myself filling up, ready to explode under his soft lips and practiced tongue. I let out a small moan, bucked once, and began to shudder. He fiercely licked my clit, sucked my clit, and did things I couldn't possibly describe, before falling to the deck, exhausted. He lowered me back into the water, kissing my neck, arousing me yet again. He pulled me up to the deck again, and I pulled him with me. He had an eyebrow raised to whatever was going through my dirty mind, and i had nothing on my mind but to give him the same kind of orgasm he had just given me. "Just lay still," I told him, making eye contact (guys love that!). "I can take care of everything." He leaned back against the outside portion of the stairs, his cock pointed up against his belly button. I started with that, gently probing his belly button with my tongue (which flicked against the head of his penis) before working my way down the side and taking his balls in my mouth. He breathed sharply at the unexpected sensation, then moaned. I worked my tongue into the space between, then licked my way up back to the V, sucked there, and then engulfed the whole head. He moaned again, petting my wet hair as I took him out, and began sucking him off. My tongue flicked around his head, probed the cum hole, and sucked his entire penis before working my way back down to his balls. I took them in my mouth one at a time, gently, and sucked them even more gently, feeling them clench and unclench and loving the changes in his body, changes I brought on. I worked my way back up to the head, finding precum glistening on it, along with spit and water. I licked it off, sucked the head, then worked my tongue into the space between his abs and penis. Another couple of drops of precum appeared, and I wiped them away with my tongue. I looked up and made eye contact again. His head rolled back for a minute, then returned to watching me. I smiled, then licked my hand, working my mouth along the head, and my hand around the balls and the shaft, twisting slightly. Gabe groaned, than said, "No." I ignored him, feeling his penis get rock hard and start to twitch, positioning my thumb by the vein at the base so that I could control his cum. I began to suck on a very tiny portion of his penis, working in no real pattern until I felt his balls clench, his vein swell, and I stopped the cum. Gabe was breathing very hard, and, keeping my hand in place, I straddled him, checking for an OK. He nodded, and I mounted him slowly. He placed one hand over the hand I had on his cock, holding himself in, and massaged my clit with his other one. I began to grind my way to an orgasm, letting him fill me as deep as he possibly could, deeper on every thrust. I clenched him as tight as I could, taking the grinding slow making the whole experience draw itself out. Gabe had turned almost purple with excitement, and I was holding back another orgasm. I took back control of his cock, and began the process to orgasm--the shuddering, the twitching, the helpless hip movements. Right when I was about to pour onto his already-wet groin, I released the cum inside him, and he screamed with pleasure as the pressure was released and my cunt satisfied. The fluid ran down over him, causing him a couple of more helpless spurts, and I, sighing, collapsed on his chest. I couldn't wait to close with him next week. A Day In The Life She follows her new Master into the bedroom, nervous and a bit shy. When she reaches the center of the room she hears her Master's voice, "Stop." She comes to a halt, looking up at him questioningly. She stands there, smiling nervously, as his eyes rake up and down her body. He looks her in the eye and says "Take your clothes off." She blushes deeply but, still standing in place, reaches up to the top button on her blouse and begins to unbutton it with slightly shaking hands. As the last of the buttons pulls free, her blouse hangs open, exposing the black bra covering her full breasts. She pulls the blouse from her shoulders and lays it gently on a nearby chair. She reaches up to the front clasp on her bra and hesitates for a moment, not in embarrassment but because she is hoping that her Master will be pleased with her breasts. She pulls the bra off and glances at Him, but his face is expressionless as he examines her, now nude from the waist up. She reaches behind her and slowly begins to unzip her skirt, allowing it to slide to the floor. She is feeling very vulnerable now, dressed only in panties, thigh highs and heels. She slowly slides her panties down her hips, exposing her freshly shaved pussy to her Master. The panties off, she straightens and, with her arms at her sides, waits for His reaction. Her embarrassment and nervousness grow as he silently inspects her body. She wishes He would say something, but for the moment the only sound in her ears is her rapid, shallow breathing. Then the sound of his voice - "Turn around." She turns, hands still at her sides, and waits, now unable to see him as he inspects her from behind. She hears his voice again, "Spread your legs further and grab your ankles." She immediately follows his command, bending at the waist and grabbing her ankles, knowing that she is completely exposed and vulnerable. The seconds tick by, feeling like hours in the silence of the room. Then "Stand up and turn around." She does as she is told and when she is facing him again she sees the smile on his face, and feels a rush of gratitude and pleasure. He walks up to her and she stands, unmoving, as he begins his tactile examination of her. He runs his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and brings them around her throat, gently squeezing - not causing pain, but reminding her of her vulnerability. His hands slowly move down to her breasts, cupping them, his thumb running gently over the nipples as he watches them harden at his touch. He slowly strokes her nipples, then gently rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. They get even more stiff, more prominent with his gentle ministrations. Her breathing is getting slightly erratic, and she is having trouble staying still. Then, without warning, she feels him press his fingers together, pinching her nipples painfully. She gasps involuntarily at the sudden pain, and a low moan comes from her throat. He smiles and, after a moment of pressing even harder, releases her nipples, his hands beginning their descent down her hips until he reaches her shaved mound. He lightly rubs the lips of her pussy, fully aware of the sound of her breathing as she becomes more aroused. He continues his gentle exploration of her pussy, but doesn't press his fingers inside the folds, his ministrations so gentle that she is having trouble not pressing herself against his hand. Suddenly he shoves a finger into her pussy, violently finger fucking her for a few moments before removing his finger and holding it up before her face. "Are you some kind of dirty slut?" he asks as she sees her juices coating his finger. She quietly replies, "Yes, Sir." He looks her in the eye as he asks "Yes, Sir, what?" She blushes and stammers, "I am a dirty slut, Sir." He nods and replies, "Yes, you are. Now come over here." He sits down in the chair and when she approaches him he tells her to lay on his lap. She obediently follows his command, laying her body across his legs. He begins caressing her ass, gently feeling the curves and contours. He runs his hand between her legs as she tries not to squirm. His hand returns to her ass cheeks, rubbing his hands across them, gently squeezing. Then his hands pull away and she lays there, tension mounting as she waits for his next touch. When it comes, she feels white hot pain as his open hand strikes her ass cheek. She immediately gives a shout of surprise, her body jumping. When the next blow hits her other cheek she manages to keep herself from shouting, but can't prevent her body from reacting to the pain. Soon the spanks are raining down on her ass - five of them, ten of them. She tries to stay still, to keep her cries inside, but as the spanking continues she can't maintain control. Her body begins instinctively moving, trying to escape the blows and she is moaning "Oh! Ouch!" Just as she thinks that she can't take anymore and will have to scream, the blows stop and she feels his hands gently caressing her sore cheeks. At first the sensation is meaningless to her, her mind focused merely on the baseness of blows, but as he continues his ministrations she begins once again shifting her body against his - this time not to escape his hands, but in pleasure. She is almost purring now. He quietly tells her, "You have done very well, my sweet little slut. Go lie down on the bed." She rises and follows his order, laying face down on the bed. He climbs up on the bed and lays next to her, pulling her into his arms as he caresses her hair, whispering to her that she has pleased him. She sighs and presses closer to him, feeling totally peaceful and fulfilled. She lays on the bed, feeling safe and protected in her Master's arms. They lay together for a quarter of an hour and then she feels Him shift. He pulls away from her and tells her to get on all fours on the bed. Despite the loss of the comfortable warmth of their snuggling, she doesn't hesitate to respond to his command. She positions herself on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, her Master behind her. He says "Spread your legs far apart.," and she immediately separates her legs as far as she can in this position. Then he firmly, but gently, pushes down on her shoulders, pulling her arms back away from the bed, until she is resting with her cheek pressed against the bed, her ass held high in the air, an inviting target for her Master. He runs his hands across her cheeks, admiring the red glow still present from her previous spanking. She feels his hand pull away, and unconsciously her muscles tighten in tension, waiting for the painful blow. Then, as she expects, his hand lands on her ass cheek with a loud slap. It takes her a moment to realize that the smack felt good! The next one lands, harder than the first, and even more pleasurable. She is amazed at the feeling this spanking is producing. Another smack and there is no doubt in her mind that she is getting wet again... She wonders to herself "Why did I think it so painful last time? This is wonderful!" as the next blow lands. She is squirming a bit again, but this time it is in pleasure. His next blow lands between her cheeks, making contact with her pussy, and she jumps at the unexpected sensation. Still, it is pleasure she feels. She wants him to continue, wants to explore these new sensations. He answers her silent pleas, reigning more blows on her tender ass cheeks and pussy. Then another blow lands on her ass, only this one connects with the inside of her thigh as well and she shouts "Ouch!" at the unexpected pain. The next one matches that one, as does the next, and she desperately wants to tell him to go back to the way he was spanking her before. That felt so good, and this hurts! Another smack and then another! Her ass and thighs are burning now, the pain becoming white hot with each blow. Then, just as she thinks she must scream and pull away, they stop. She hears her Master's voice, "Very good my pet, you took that well. Now come collect your reward." He lays down on his back and says "You may kiss your Master's cock." She forgets about the burning sensation from her ass as she smiles broadly, pleased that he will allow her to kiss his manhood. She kneels next to him and places a gentle kiss on the head of his soft cock. She slowly kisses him again, each kiss working slowly down the shaft of his cock. She kisses her way back up to the head of his still soft cock, then hears him say "Put it in your mouth." She lowers her lips over the head of his cock until she has taken the entire length of it into her mouth. She starts to use her tongue when he tells her "Don't move. Just sit there." She obeys, not moving a muscle. She can feel the cock in her mouth beginning to get hard. The urge to suck is overwhelming, but she fights it, keeping as still as possible. Her Master's cock keeps growing inside her mouth, pushing back against her throat, and still she remains motionless, hoping that he will allow her to move, to pleasure him. The feel of his cock hardening in her mouth while she is helpless to lick and suck as she so desperately wants is making her crazy. She has to fight to keep herself from moaning against the hot firmness of his rapidly hardening cock. It feels like hours have passed when he finally says "Good girl. You may lick and suck now." She needs no further encouragement as her tongue starts making its way up and down the shaft of his hard cock. She sucks hard on his shaft, pulling back until just the head is pressed against her lips, then slowly sucking it back down until its pressing into her throat. She pulls back and presses forward several times, then pauses to tease the head of his cock with her tongue. She licks gently, flicking the tip of her tongue against the sensitive skin, running it along the ridge where it meets the base of his cock. Then she engulfs his cock with her mouth again, still using her tongue as she beings sucking it in again. She picks up the pace, wanting to taste his sweet cum, using her mouth to milk him for it. Finally she feels him begin to tense as his orgasm builds and then its finally the moment she's been waiting for. She hears and feels him as he explodes inside her mouth, his cum pouring down her throat as she makes sure not to spill a drop. When his cum finally stops shooting from his softening cock, she begins licking it, cleaning it, making sure that there is not a drop left on him. He pulls her off his cock, and guides her head to his thigh, so that she is laying on the bed with her head on his leg, his soft cock resting against her face. He gently rubs his cock over her eyes, her nose, her mouth and then lies back, leaving her there to rest with his cock lightly pressed against her face. They rest for a few minutes, then He sits up and pulls her head up by her hair, saying "Its time to go out for dinner. Go take a shower and I will pick out something for you to wear." She obediently rises and heads into the bathroom. A little while later she emerges, still nude, but with her hair and makeup done for an evening out. On the bed she sees her clothes neatly laid out - a black tank top, short black skirt, black thigh highs and black bra, but no panties. Sitting in a nearby chair, her Master says to her "Face me, and put on the stockings first." "Yes, Sir," she says as she moves over to the bed and picks up the stockings. Facing Him, she raises one leg and places her foot on a chair, as she knows he'd want, so that her pussy is exposed to him. She slowly glides the silky stocking over her foot, up her firm calf, to the top of her silky thigh. She blushes, aware that he is staring at her, expressionless letting his gaze roam, over her thigh as the silk encases it, to her pussy exposed and wet, to her breasts her nipples hard. She shifts position, her other foot raised onto the chair and slides the other stocking on. Then she straightens, arms behind her back, facing her Master, waiting for his next instruction. He tells her to put the skirt on next. She picks up the skirt and slides it over her hips, feeling both relief and remorse. Relief because the skirt eases her embarrassment and she feels less exposed. Remorse, surprisingly, for the exact same reasons. After zipping, she once again stands at attention, hands behind back, as she waits for his next command. The seconds tick by as she anxiously awaits his order to put her bra on, to cover herself. He knows that she's anxious now to cover herself, and so he stretches out the moment, letting her impatience build. Finally he says "You may put on the rest of your clothes now." She immediately puts on the bra and tank top and slips into the black high heels. He smiles and says "Shall we go out to dinner, my pet?" She returns his smile, shyly saying "Yes, Sir, I'd like that." They walk out to his car and he walks around to the passenger door with her. He pauses before unlocking the door. "Raise your skirt to your waist." She looks around her in panic and embarrassment. She doesn't see anyone, but someone could turn the corner at any moment! She raises her eyes to meet his and silently begs him not to make her do this, even as her hands reach down for the hem of her skirt and she says "Yes, Sir." With trembling hands, she raises her skirt to her waist, leaving her pussy totally exposed. She is still embarrassed, but pleased too, as she see her Master smile and hears him say "Good girl." She stands there, mentally screaming at him to hurry and let her put it back down. Instead, he unlocks the door and tells her to keep her skirt hiked up with her bare ass on the seat of the car. She does as directed, waiting for him to get into the car. He starts the car and pulls out onto the road. He tells her to spread her legs as far as she can. She opens her legs, feeling exposed, her naked pussy on display for anyone who might look in the window. His hand then makes its way over to her exposed pussy and starts play with it. He chuckles as he feels how wet she is. Her face is bright red, as she silently hopes that nobody notices. They come to a stoplight and she is shaking with fear and excitement as they slow down, coming to a stop next to a car. The she hears her Master tell her "Look at the person in the car next to you. If they make eye contact, smile and hold it until the car starts moving again." Her face is hot with embarrassment now. She turns to look in the other car. She sees a guy about her age at the wheel and shakes as she fervently hopes that he doesn't look over. The light changes and the car starts moving forward again and she turns her head with a gasp of relief. Her Master's hand is still active on her pussy, and the adrenaline from the fear turns to lust as she feels her juices start to pour. She closes her eyes to enjoy the sensation just as the car slows down again, and He tells her "Open your eyes!." She opens them and, as the car comes to a stop, looks out the window. There is an SUV next to them - they will have a clear view into the car! Her Master's finger now stroking her clit, she looks over into the driver's window. It is a middle aged lady and before she even has time to hope against it, the woman makes eye contact with her, and she sees her eyes open wide as the woman's gaze is drawn to the sight of exposed pussy being stroked in plain view. When the woman's gaze returns to hers, she sees shock, disapproval and anger there and, without thinking, she hangs her head in humiliation. She jumps as feels her Master slap her pussy. "I told you not to look away!" She realizes she's in trouble and begs "I'm sorry, Sir! It will never happen again!" He shakes his head and says, "As punishment, the next time we stop at a light you are to play with your nipples while looking at the car next to us. And remember to smile if they make eye contact!" She is horrified! How can she do that? She will just die of embarrassment! They are in motion for several minutes, all the lights green, as he continues to rub her swollen clit. She is so hot now, that her hips are beginning to press towards his hand and a moan escapes her lips. Then she realizes the car is slowing down again. Her fear rises, but so does her arousal as the car comes to a stop. She begins rubbing her hard, sensitive nipples as she looks over to the car next to them. There is a very attractive guy of about 25 driving. She has just silently started praying for the light to change when he looks over and catches her eye. His eyes immediately slide down, taking in her fingers pinching her nipples. He looks back up into her eyes and she remembers she is supposed to smile. As the smile tentatively forms on her lips, he breaks into a broad grin. Accepting her invitation, his eyes move back to her nipples, and then come to rest on her pussy. He is laughing as he watches the hand on her pussy play with her clit. She has never been so humiliated in her life, but she was already on the verge of cumming before she'd started playing with her nipples. She tries to fight against it, not wanting to cum while this stranger watches. He raises his eyes back to her smiling face, having seen her writhing on the car seat. She is almost to the edge when he laughs again, and then, just as she starts over the edge, he mouths the word "Whore" through the window. Her orgasm explodes and she is bucking and screaming as she watches the man take in her orgasm, knowing that he thinks she is just a cheap streetwalker. She is still in the midst of her orgasm as their car starts moving again and she finally looks away. As her cumming starts to quiet she can hear her Master chuckling over the scene. She wants to scream at him, to tell him that she's humiliated and that its not funny! Instead, she hangs her head and then hears his voice "Oh, my pet - I'm so proud of you. Its not every slut who could cum so beautifully for a stranger. Come, we're here - and I'm going to buy you your favorite dinner." he says as he gently kisses her. As promised, they have a fabulous meal in the restaurant. As they are leaving the restaurant her Master reaches down to her skirt to flash a customer coming in. Without thinking her hand shoots out stopping him before he can humiliate her. Her Master says nothing, just keeps walking. They get to the car, and still he says nothing. He is silent the entire ride back to her hotel. With each passing minute she is getting more and more scared. "Please, Master, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, it just happened!" she pleads with him. There is no response. When they get back to the hotel she follows him silently to her room. As soon as the door closes, he merely says "Strip," and continues past her into the room, turning on all the lights. She follows his order and, with shaking hands, removes her clothes. She stands in the middle of the room, shivering, more from anxiety than from the temperature of the room. She feels very scared and vulnerable, wondering what is going to happen next. Her Master walks over to the window and opens the curtains wide. There are tall buildings directly across from the room with a clear view in. Her Master now walks up to her and says "If I choose to display you to someone, you are to smile, nothing more. Since you wouldn't show yourself to that man at the restaurant, your punishment is to be showing yourself to anyone who might look out the window." He points to the window. "Now go stand in front of that window, legs spread, arms behind your back, for 5 minutes." She looks up at him in disbelief - but anyone could see her! However, she doesn't question or hesitate. She knows that to do so would not only make her punishment worse, but would disappoint her Master even more than she's already disappointed him. She walks over to the window, her face turning redder and redder in embarrassment, as her eyes start to fill with tears. Following his instructions she spreads her legs wide. She feels as if the entire world is staring at her pussy. Then she clasps her hands behind her back, thrusting her breasts out. She feels like running, hiding, but tries to stay calm, to keep the tears from flowing. An hour passes... Well, it feels like an hour to her, but in reality only a minute has passed. She sees a light go out in an office across from her window and wonders if someone is standing there in the dark, violating her with their eyes. She begins forcing her thoughts away from where she is when her attention is brought back to the room as she feels her Masters hand's on her nipples. A Day In The Life Now she can't pretend she's somewhere else - the sensations sweeping her body have sharpened her awareness of where she is and what's happening. Anyone could be watching as her nipples are rubbed and pinched, making them stand out firmly in obvious arousal. She then feels his other hand wrap around her body and brush against her pussy. The tears start to fill her eyes again. She is going to be forced to cum in front the entire city! Despite her humiliation, she can't help responding when she feels his finger gather juice from her pussy before beginning to slowly run it around her already swollen clit. She tries to stay totally still, but the electricity going through her body won't be denied. She begins to moan, pressing her pussy against his hand, tears streaming down her face. He picks up the pace, pinching her nipple as hard as possible while rapidly massaging her clit with the other. She knows she must look like a whore, standing in the window, on the verge of cumming. Then her Master presses her clit between his thumb and finger and, pressing painfully tightly begins rubbing it back and forth. Her body freezes for a moment and then she screams as the intensity of her orgasm washes over her. Her Master keeps up the pace on her nipple and clit until she begs him to stop. "Oh, you've still got a few more seconds before your punishment is over." He whispers in her ear, enjoying the sight of her body clearly bucking in orgasm as she stands in the window. Then she feels Him remove his hands, signaling that the punishment is over. She slumps to the ground, her back to the window. Her Master picks her up and gently places her in the bed, pulling the covers up over her before climbing in next to her. He kisses her tenderly on the lips and asks "Who owns your body and has the right to display it anytime He wishes?" She looks up at him, smiling, and says "This is your body and you have the right to display it anytime you choose." He responds, "Very good, my pet. Now get some rest." The next morning she awoke before Him, so she decided to get in the shower. The shower felt wonderful and she spent some time in there, touching herself, remember the events of the previous night. Then she got out did her hair and makeup and pulled on a skirt and blouse. She was smiling as she left the bathroom, only to be greeted by a look of displeasure on her Master's face. She looked at him, confused... but surely he'd forgiven her for last night?? Then He spoke - "Did I give you permission to put clothes on?" Her faces flushes as she realizes that she's once again disappointed her Master. Head down, she says "I apologize Master. I deserve to be punished." "Indeed you do." He replies. She quickly takes off her clothes and then He walks up to her and places a blindfold over her eyes. She stands quietly, listening as he moves around the room. He comes back to her and binds her hands behind her back. He moves away once more, then comes back and bends over, placing cuffs on her ankles which are then attached to a spreader bar. She is scared, but determined not to let him down. She can take this, whatever it is. He straightens up and proceeds to attach clamps to her nipples. She makes a small gasp of pain, but quickly manages to control it. "Now, my bad little bitch," he says, "I am going to whip you with the flogger 10 times. After each one, I want you to thank me for guiding you." She nods, saying "Yes, Sir." as she unconsciously begins tightening the muscles in her back, waiting for the first blow to land on her ass. She hears the sound of the flogger in motion seconds before it lands painfully against... her breast!! She can't hold back a loud yelp at the unexpected pain, but quickly recovers and says "Thank you for guiding me, Master!" He lashes out over and over, and each time she repeats the phrase. By the eighth blow there are tears rolling down her face, as she chokes out the words, but she does get them out. On the tenth blow, she's so relieved that its the last one that she screams "THANK YOU MASTER FOR GUIDING YOUR DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!" before really starting to sob and shake. He gently wraps his arms around her, kisses her tearstained cheeks and says "You're welcome, my pet." A Day In The Life Hey wake-up! Look at them both, sleeping as contented as a couple of cats. You would think that as sick as he was last night he wouldn't be able to sleep this morning. The moment he got home from work they went out. Didn't even take me for a walk. When they got home, it was all I could do to eat the doggie bag before I had to go out. When we got back from my walk they went right to bed. They booted me out of the room and didn't even turn the TV on. Then it started. I never heard anyone so sick. He was moaning like he was going to die. Fortunately, she knew just what to do. She got God to help her. He must be hard of hearing because she was yelling at the top of her lungs "OH, GOD, NOW, NOW, NOW." That must have done it, because in just a few minutes he quit moaning and started snoring. Anyway, I've got to go out now! I'll jump up on the bed and wipe that smile off his face with my tongue. That will wake him up. Damn, he almost hit me with that slipper. Come on; get out of bed before I wet the carpet. That's right, get up, put on your robe and take me at least as far as the garbage can. Boy, it sure smells good in here. I wonder what it is? It's very disturbing, something I remember from before I was neutered. Well, it doesn't make any difference now. Okay, time for breakfast. Then a nice long walk, for the big number two. Damn, that old dried stuff again. Don't we ever have meat for breakfast? I guess this stuff is better than nothing. MMMMM. I'm ready now; let's go down by the park. You know that us Labs love the water. I know it's cool out but with any luck I may get to jump in the lake again. It was a lot of fun last time, until I got out. Master got upset when I shook myself dry and all those people got wet. Mistress got angry when we got home and I tracked mud into the apartment. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Going for a walk! Going for a walk! Going for a walk! Uh-Oh, now what? Here comes that prissy Miss Dean and her snotty Poodle. Come on; don't stop to talk to her. Look at her in her short mini skirt and halter-top with her breasts hanging out. As cool as it is, her goose pimples must have goose pimples. I know my nose is like an icicle. It must be bothering him too, look at the big lump in his trousers. She thinks I'm going to eat that worthless piece of fluff she calls a dog. She's holding it in her all arms well beyond my reach. Look here; from behind I can see right up her skirt and the white cotton panties in her crotch. I wonder what she smells like? Wow, I didn't know a human could jump like that! They are almost hugging like he does with my mistress except that his face is very red. Come to think of it, so is hers. At least she dropped that little dog. Maybe I can catch it. Oops, I didn't mean to pull him down like that. It was lucky that he fell on top of her so maybe he didn't get hurt. I'll bet it stung like hell when she slapped him though. Well, the Poodle is gone now and so is she. Enough of this, lets go down by the lake. Isn't it neat how the lawn rolls downhill from here all the way to the lake? Now what? He's not going to buy a hot dog from that vendor is he? He just had breakfast. Well, I'm going around the other side of the cart. LOOK AT THAT! A CAT! I know I can catch it. Damn, my leash is all tied up around the handle of the pushcart. It's okay, I got it moving now but the cat got away. I better move out of the way, the cart is coming pretty fast. Thank goodness my leash came loose but I don't think those two guys can catch it before it gets to the lake. I was right! I'm surprised that it floats. The hot dog vendor looks pretty upset. My master must be warm because the other guy is fanning him with his hands. I'm glad that when they fan me they don't curl their hands into balls like that. It must be okay now. Somehow, my master solved it by giving the guy all those little pieces of green paper. Here comes my master. Look at all the mud on his feet. He's going to get into trouble when he gets home. Wonder what happened to his other shoe? Now he looks pretty upset too with all that red stuff coming out of his nose. I bet were not going to get to finish my walk again. Copyright © 05-02-1999 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. A Day in the Life --------------------------- Start of BIGANKH buffer: Tue Oct 01 12:37:31 2002 BIGANKH: back BIGANKH: lol BIGANKH: I'm gonna take a fast shower EroticDeath00: no jerking off? BIGANKH: nope EroticDeath00: come on, you know you want to EroticDeath00: it feels so nice...... BIGANKH: lol Project VORTEX: oh, I'm sure I'd love to and that it would feel nice EroticDeath00: come on, think of Beth Ann in that corset Before the costume party!!!!!!!! BIGANKH: must.... resist... =) EroticDeath00: high and tight, all creamy white......... EroticDeath00: mmmmmmmmmm EroticDeath00: lucious BIGANKH: you're making this hard BIGANKH: =P EroticDeath00: when she first walked out of the bathroom, I saw a touch of nipple color..... BIGANKH: oh, so did I EroticDeath00: I want you hard EroticDeath00: I just wanted to lick that patch of color..... BIGANKH: lol... but why? =) EroticDeath00: Because I want you that way BIGANKH: dammit... you're winning =P EroticDeath00: and I bet you're unable to walk into that bathroom without thinking of Beth Ann slowly tightening that corset up against her creamy skin........ EroticDeath00: standing in the same spot you stand to brush your teeth....... BIGANKH: you are so evil.... EroticDeath00: nipples slightly hard from the excitement of dressing so sexy EroticDeath00: breath catching as she pulled the strings tighter and tighter making her heaving chest rise up....... BIGANKH: and you're winning sooo badly right now EroticDeath00: licking her lips just a bit as she looked at herself in the mirror, running her hands down the hard stays of the corset to the soft velvet of the skirt...... BIGANKH: *long sigh* EroticDeath00: sighing as she felt a bit of a tingle and moisture at her own daring. EroticDeath00: *what will they think?* she pondered, her hands caressing her own form as she imagined those hands being His roaming her body as she ached for more. BIGANKH: you are sooo evil BIGANKH: I am quite hard now EroticDeath00: I bet, EroticDeath00: she stood in that bathroom and had a fantasy about you, If you stand in the same spot you can almost feel her longing BIGANKH: how do you know this? EroticDeath00: she thought *what would he do if I walked out of this room and straddled his lap on that chair?* EroticDeath00: I just do EroticDeath00: In her mind she did just that, ignoring the others in the room, she spread her skirt and sat on your lap, feeling the roughness of your slacks against her pantiless crotch. BIGANKH: *longing sigh* EroticDeath00: she moaned in your ear as she shifted her hips causing you to harden more BIGANKH: alright, you've won EroticDeath00: her breasts heaving in their containment EroticDeath00: wishing she were brave enough to reach under that skirt and free you from your confines.......... BIGANKH: yeah... I really think I should take that shower now EroticDeath00: But as she stood in that bathroom, she imagined that she /was/ brave enough EroticDeath00: and she lifted herself only long enough to unzip your pants before sheathing you completely within her folds, Her hot wet tight folds. BIGANKH: Ero... are you going to let me take my shower or keep me here entranced in front of my computer screen? EroticDeath00: might make you cum now, then shower BIGANKH: and why would you be that evil? EroticDeath00: she in her mind wrapped her arms round your shoulders as she rose and fell upon your turgid manhood driving it deeper within EroticDeath00: Because I can be and you love me for it. BIGANKH: I can't resist being hard, but I can resist stroking =P EroticDeath00: her breasts rising and lowering in front of your face, the movement causing first one then the other pink nipple to escape begging for your tongue EroticDeath00: and in her mind, you did just that, despite the 2 other people in the room... BIGANKH: you are sooo evil EroticDeath00: Her breathing got hard then standing in that bathroom as she dreamt of you filling her up in front of other people, her nipples being sucked upon so hard..... EroticDeath00: How did she resist touching herself in that bathroom where you shower every day? EroticDeath00: Perhaps she didn't. EroticDeath00: Perhaps as she stood there laced tightly she imagined you filling her so completely that she reached down through her skirt and with a shudder and a gasp came dreaming of your hands on her body....... EroticDeath00: Did you wonder why she looked so flushed when she came out of the bathroom? EroticDeath00: well now you know. BIGANKH: I didn't really noticed that she was flushed BIGANKH: but you have me very hard right now BIGANKH: O evil person EroticDeath00: you were staring at her tits BIGANKH: and it is quite hard to focus on other things right now EroticDeath00: touch yourself EroticDeath00: You know you want you. BIGANKH: I can resist you for the moment BIGANKH: oh, I probably want to, yes EroticDeath00: Just read my words and feel the tightness build up BIGANKH: but I also want to know how well I can resist =) EroticDeath00: are you wearing clothes? BIGANKH: yes, I am wearing clothes EroticDeath00: So hard, shifting your body in that computer chair BIGANKH: yes... EroticDeath00: your body craving the sensation of touch, even if it's just the cloth against your hardness..... EroticDeath00: Is your door closed? BIGANKH: door is closed BIGANKH: it was closed when you started your evilness =P EroticDeath00: No need to be shy, it's just you and me. EroticDeath00: touch yourself EroticDeath00: through the clothing, I bet it's hot and tight in those pants.... BIGANKH: *sigh* I want to so badly, y'know... =) EroticDeath00: Right now, unfasten your pants. EroticDeath00: It won't hurt, I promise BIGANKH: alright EroticDeath00: Come on, For Me? BIGANKH: you realize if I do this I probably won't be typing for several minutes until it's done, yes? EroticDeath00: See how hard you press against the fabric? EroticDeath00: Yes I know, just watch my words, feel the sensations. BIGANKH: uh huh.... EroticDeath00: Pull yourself out of your clothes, let yourself stand tall EroticDeath00: I bet the cool air wafting across your manhood is amazing. EroticDeath00: gently touch yourself, just a bit, wrapping your hand round it. EroticDeath00: the warmth of your hand plus the cool air causes you to shudder a bit, the ache is starting to build up as you realize that even though it's your hand, it's My will that causes this pleasure. EroticDeath00: Slowly stroke it, feeling that pull from deep within as you read my words and almost helplessly find yourself following my will. EroticDeath00: Your hand, My hand, Our hand, it moves up and down your hard cock EroticDeath00: the head is turning purple, tiny drips of wetness glisten on the tip. EroticDeath00: Keep stroking, but don't speed up, slow and steady building the pleasure to a fever pitch..... EroticDeath00: I know you can't type now, you're busy, but watch my words reach down with your other hand and gently grasp your balls. EroticDeath00: Heavy hot balls full of need as you stroke your Hard cock again and again. EroticDeath00: pull your hand up to the head and take some of that wetness and rub it on your cock as you feel the pressure building EroticDeath00: Know that as I type these words to you, I am so hot and wet, I crave the touch just as you do EroticDeath00: Are you feeling that pressure? I want to feel it with you...... EroticDeath00: I want you to begin to speed up your stroking of your hot hard cock, feel that pressure build as your toes curl and you drive yourself headlong to the pleasure we both want so much..... EroticDeath00: Build that pressure up until it explodes in your orgasm, and know that my will gave you pleasure... EroticDeath00: Hello? BIGANKH: yes? EroticDeath00: well? BIGANKH: you are the ultimate of evils... but it felt sooo good EroticDeath00: no true evil is my plan to change the names and post it to literotica BIGANKH: lol... theBeth Ann story? EroticDeath00: Sure, or maybe *A day in the life of an Erotic writer* EroticDeath00: Did you follow my directions? BIGANKH: I followed all your directions EroticDeath00: did you cum? BIGANKH: yes EroticDeath00: Good BIGANKH: why? EroticDeath00: I like to know if I did a good job BIGANKH: you did too good of a job BIGANKH: now, do you mind if I take a shower? =) EroticDeath00: no, go right ahead BIGANKH: thank you =) BIGANKH: now, perhaps you can answer a question for me real quick... since I was curious EroticDeath00: okay BIGANKH: what was with the "my will" thing? I think I know, but I'm just curious =) EroticDeath00: I got caught up in the story of mean evil woman tormenting handsome young man from a distance and he's unable to refuse.... BIGANKH: I thought you might be trying a bit of 'conditioning' on me EroticDeath00: you never know BIGANKH: since you had me caught with the 'my will' stuff BIGANKH: when I say 'caught', I mean 'ensnared' as in that is what I was drawn to EroticDeath00: that was the idea. To grasp you fully without touching you BIGANKH: interesting EroticDeath00: did it work? BIGANKH: oh, you had me fully... mind and body BIGANKH: yes EroticDeath00: good BIGANKH: so... now that you have ensnared my mind and body once, what now? EroticDeath00: I will set you free EroticDeath00: I am a *catch and release* sort of huntress. BIGANKH: but you will probably catch me later on again EroticDeath00: setting the prey free with a greater sense of self and personal power. EroticDeath00: Now take what I have taught you and share......... BIGANKH: lol I will EroticDeath00: Now if I could just get the fucking logs off this machine BIGANKH: in terms of deleting them? EroticDeath00: no in terms of saving it to reuse EroticDeath00: smut that good shouldn't be wasted EroticDeath00: I am going to change the names, leave it as a log from a messenger and submit it End of BIGANKH buffer: Tue Oct 01 12:37:31 2002 ------------ Fantasy is just that. Free will should always be remembered even if you have to use safewords to remember it *grin* A Day in the Life I am Red Cleopatra. I stand 5'6", with red hair, blue eyes, and DD breasts. The major difference between the real Cleopatra and me is that I would have required my own harem. I love men, not one in particular, but all men. I love the feel of a hard body against mine and the texture of their flesh. I love the feel of a hard dick inside me, and calloused hands pressed to my flesh. I have the daily necessities of life that I must attend to, but when that is over I want to be fucked. One man has never been able to satisfy me, if one is ever had that can, I would be tamed. I have the stamina and the drive to bring one man to the point of exhaustion quickly. I can only remember one time in my life that I was truly satisfied, and that is what I am going to share with you. I was 21 and was working a prison. After a twelve-hour shift of yelling at inmates, I was more than ready to release some tension. I called my Captain and asked if we could talk at my place that night. He was 6'3" and very well built, still in the prime of his life being in his mid 30's with blond hair, blue eyes. He was a large man, the kind I love that makes me feel small and overpowered. I was wearing a black pull over dress when I answered the door and let him in. I have found that men love to comfort a damsel in distress. When he arrived we sat on my couch and talked shop for a while. I sat as close to him as I dared with my hand on his thigh. I went and got something to drink and when I came back I stood in front of him between his knees. I looked him in the eyes as I straddled his lap and kissed him. He pulled me to him and we kissed. All I wore under my dress was a black bra and I loved the feel of his coarse jeans against my shaved pussy. As we kissed I rocked my hips over his hard cock, teasing him and myself. While he was still kissing me he had one hand cupping the back of my head and the other wandered to my pussy. He used the back of his thumb to slide over my clit and inside me, using the ridges on the back of his thumb to tease my clit. He moved his other arm around my waist and I arched my back. He was teasing my nipples through my dress as his thumb was driving me insane, unpredictably slipping inside my pussy from time to time just to slide back over my clit again. I had my hands on his shoulders for leverage and was riding his lap while trying not to lose my mind, while he teased me with how he was going to fuck my tight pussy. When I finally reached my orgasm, he told me to keep my eyes open and the whole time he told me how wet I was and what he was going to do to me. He slipped my dress down to my waist and hooked my bra under my breasts so he could explore them better. They were too big to fit in his hands so he cupped them while he sucked and nibbled on my nipples. My pussy was still sensitive and the feel of his jeans moving against me almost made me cum again. We stood up and he zipped his jeans, he had barely freed his cock when I went down and tried to fit it all in my mouth. Sucking his hard cock in as far as it would go while moving my tongue over it at the same time. He fell back on the couch again and moaned. I settled in next to him on the couch never relinquishing his cock and he reached between my legs and plunged his middle finger back into my cunt careful not to touch my clit again... yet. His cock was thick, I could feel my lips stretching to accommodate its size and it was long enough that I had to circle the base of it with my fingers because I couldn't fit it all in my mouth. His jeans were around his ankles. I had his huge cock in my mouth sucking and licking with everything I had while he had his finger in my pussy; I rocked back on his hand, bringing my mouth up to the tip of his cock and then back forward again. It only took about five minutes of that and he we were both Cumming. I kept sucking the whole time, not letting any of his cum escape my mouth. He stood up again and picked me up. He leaned me over the back of the couch and grabbed my hair as he impaled me. His cock had gone a little slack after he came, but he still had to work to get all of it inside me. As I rocked back on his cock I would tighten the muscles in my pussy to squeeze down on him. He groaned and slapped me on the ass with his free hand, telling me that this time he wasn't going to cum so quickly. As he fucked me he reached around me again and started to play with my clit again. I came quickly as he slammed his cock into me, but he never stopped. I came again and again, him never letting up on the exquisite torture. By the time he came, I was crying. My whole body was so sensitive that it was shaking and, if it weren't for him holding me up, I would have been in the floor. We lay down in my bed and went to sleep my body still tingling and full of his cum. When I awoke an hour later it was to him running his finger over my clit again while he nibbled on my breasts. I came again quickly, my body bucking and him holding me down, covering my body with his as he impaled me once again. He brought my legs up to his shoulders and brought the lower half of my body up so he could enter me fully, and enter me fully he did, slamming into my cunt over and over again, while I went crazy under him. I never stopped Cumming while he pounded into my pussy. When I woke up around midnight, he had left. There was a note and a rose on the other pillow and my pussy was sore to being at the point of hypersensitive. I knew what I had to do, I needed more cock, but to do so I had to hurry. I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and jumped in my car. I had been seeing a bouncer at a local bar for about 6 months and it was close to closing time. I arrived at the bar about an hour before closing. He was watching the door and most of the clientele had gone. I gave him a hug and sat down on the stool beside him. As I have said before, men seem to love a damsel in distress so I confessed my deeds to him and told him that I couldn't believe what I had done. How was I going to look at my Captain again at work? He closed the bar early since it was almost empty anyway, and I followed him to his place. He ran a hot shower and undressed me. Tenderly he washed my body and hair. He laid me on the bed and started kissing me. Oh, I love the way men comfort a distraught woman. I got up on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I loved his cock. I loved his body, shaved of all hair. He knew better than to put his hand on the back of my head while I sucked his dick, he knew I would stop, so he grabbed the headboard as I sucked him dry. I really do love the taste of cum. He knew it was going to take some time for him to recover so he started sucking on my clit while he teased it with his tongue at the same time. My cunt was still hypersensitive and my body began to buck. He finger fucked me while sucking on my clit and my body arched up off of the bed. The only contact my body had with the bed was the heels of my feet and my head and shoulders. He could sit between my legs with my cunt coming up to meet his mouth with his finger still moving in and out of my aching hole. When I came it was explosive, he had to hold me still to keep his mouth on my clit. Draining every bit of the orgasm out of my body. He then rolled me over on my stomach and entered me. My legs together and him deep inside my pussy with the length of my body pressed into the mattress. This is one of my favorite positions because I can imagine it is another man under me pressed to me while the one above me fucks me. I love the feel of his stomach against my ass as he pounded into my pussy. Moving in and out, hitting my cervix with each thrust. By the time I made it back to my home I had been fucked by two men, had about 15 orgasms and swallowed about 4 loads of cum all in less than 12 hours. I lay in my bed still filled with cum and touched myself, while remembering both men and Cumming one last time before I slept like a baby. A Day in the Life My Dear Thomas, I received the letter expressing your curiosity as to my new "lifestyle". People may offer such kindness' that are truly cruel, so why not a cruelty that is perhaps kind? Some sweet pain that is longed for, wanted, craved for. If it was asked of you, knowing that is it desired, would you, could you, deliver? Could you fathom that what you may consider to be painful, demeaning, or shocking, might simply be another's pleasure? There are those whose very happiness comes from submission, to bend themselves to another's will and whim, without a thought to what it is they are being asked to do – but only that they will do it. Your pleasure is their pleasure; their satisfaction is the result of your gratification. To serve becomes their ritual, their worship, and who of you would not be pleased by a faithful heart and body splayed and ready to play by your rules? But, I do not need to ruminate upon such things to you really, do I? My musing upon such matters, as you recall, at first surprised me - that I actually derived some strange amusement and arousal while perusing books, magazines, and movies that portrayed various BDSM themes shocked me. The thought that there may be someone out there who would want for nothing more that to be mine, to obey me, to kneel before me, to lay themselves at my feet, trusting me and offering me all of their being. I grew giddy with anticipation. And, again, surprisingly, it was not difficult to find. I found that I took to it like a natural – bossy and demanding came as easily as breathing. Oh, and the contentment, the bliss I derived from my various subs was astounding. I went through many, like tasting every flavour I could find – some experienced and some not, teaching them, and learning from them. My weekends were filled with adventure and exploration. Finally, I found myself in a state of mind that was that of wanting more – I wanted more than weekend escapades. I wanted a slave, a loyal companion who would not return to the "regular grind" on Sunday evening wearing their submission like a mask to be removed when the game was over. I didn't want the game to be over. It would not be a simple thing. It may sound deliciously luxurious to have someone bow to your every delight and demand, but there is much work involved. I certainly understand your tension and tiredness that I caught glimpse of on the very rare occasion. I have learned you must gain your sub's respect, you must care for, nurture, educate, train, and eventually, even in some little way, love your sub. You must have something to offer them besides cruelty; otherwise you are only a tyrant, a ruler by fear. It is an art, an exercise in elegance – to be able to combine cruelty with a kindness until it becomes a temperate blend of sensation, sensual and satisfying. It requires intelligence, thoughtfulness, insight, awareness, and openness. You must be able to listen to your sub, and hear what they ask you for. Control. This is what it is about. Your sub lovingly and trustingly gives up the majority of their control to you. You become the major power holder. A bit of a twist really – the control still lays with you both – yet is momentarily relinquished – loaned if you will. And, you must not return it ruined, or destroyed, or tainted in any way – except exceptionally. Exquisitely. And, I had managed to find myself just that. I was now the proud "owner" of a beautiful man slave. Charming, intelligent, erotic, and willing to please me in every way, Ivan is a delight. Our day always begins with the simplest rituals of pleasure. He brings me my Americano in the morning, along with the paper, so that I might linger a bed a while longer. I then rise to have him wrap me in my black silk dressing gown, and I grant him a kiss. I grab his cock for a short moment, giving it a little squeeze and smiling lovingly at him. That smile holds many promises, always a hint of what is to come. Which of course, will all depend on his behavior for the day, and my mood. My whim. It is now that I will lay out the clothes he is to wear for the day, by my choosing. I will then go and shower, getting dressed myself, and after arrive in the kitchen only to have a light breakfast prepared by my willing man. We both have plenty of responsibilities, we are the two sides of one coin and each must fulfill our roles. I must remain in control and keep a reign on Ivan. This is what he loves. And, there are plenty of things he must do, these things he does to bring me pleasure, and to show his dedication. In return, I provide him with a sublime cruelty that is wonderfully kind. When I arrive home in the evenings, dinner is best prepared and I set myself about to relaxing. Should I be pleased with him for the day, then he will be pleased in the evening. (I must admit it is a rare occasion that Ivan disappoints, and secretly, at times I wish he would, but that is a different kind of dynamic now, isn't it?) I will take him into the room we have designed together for the ultimate in painful pleasure. And, there I will let my creativity flow as I devise method after method for inflicting sensual delights upon my submissive love. Tonight I think I will violate him until he is moaning and pleading. Of course, that will be the climax after a good work out. I will see that Ivan has done all that has been asked of him. That the house is properly clean, that the chores I have laid out for him in the morning are complete, all of this I will ensure. He is given plenty of time that is his own to do with as he pleases. Does he work you will ask – yes, for me. And, he has every amenity he requires, and more. And, yes, he is faithful to me, the only other sexual encounters being those gifts I might bestow upon him, such as when I entertain a few well chosen friends, before whom I may have the urge to show him off and perhaps even share him. Or, should we wish to see the subs at play for our entertainment, then that may occur as well. It may sound rather like a woman having an old fashioned housewife, and I suppose it may be somewhat so, in a rather chauvinistic kind of way. Although, Ivan does have his own room, there are nights he is invited to stay in my bed, and they are well earned as well. But, let me tell you – I do not have to argue with Ivan over household expenses, I do not have to coax, or plead with him to take out the garbage, or any other so-called menial task. If I ask him to please me – it is his pleasure to do so. I come first for Ivan, and Ivan comes first for me. All that is asked of him he does with a sense of duty. He is quite formal, my Ivan. And, this I enjoy as well. We engage in intelligent discussion, enjoy pleasant time together, as well as the intensity we engage in. It is not a game. It is an honest display of submission and domination. I am sharp and tough, but I am also generous and nurturing. But, I also want exactly what I want. And, Ivan is willing to provide just that. So long as he is willing, and I am well aware of my wishes, we shall get along fine. This is all old hat to you I am sure, but you did say you have always enjoyed my jottings, my written thoughts. But, also I am sure you would also be much interested in the more sordid of details. I know you well enough to know that by know you are anticipating some of the more intimate details of our "play". Ivan is very willing, and his hunger drives him to relinquish himself to me totally. He rather enjoys pain. And, I, I have discovered, rather enjoy inflicting it. I will bring him into our playroom, and I will bind him artfully with the skillful knots I have learned. Tonight, I had chosen to bind him in a fetal type position – his arms bound behind his back while he knelt face down on the floor. This allows me uninterrupted access to his cock and balls, which I also bound so as to increase the throbbing and pulsating sensations he experiences as he grows harder and harder with anticipation. I have placed screw clamps upon his nipples, which grow angry and red in response, but my beautiful Ivan only moans more, pleading and sighing, breathing in and out his pleasure in gasps. With these few sensations to begin – I then slap or spank, whichever strikes me, I use him up. I lift him up with subtle sensations of aching and sharp stabs of pain. His body is tense, hard all over, strung like a piano string. And, oh, the wonderful music he makes in response to my fingers, teeth, tongue, and hands all over him. You can see and feel and smell the satisfaction such sweet abuse brings to him. I quiver silently inside with the satisfaction it brings to me, to pluck at him – my human instrument. I place my hand under his chin and lift him this way so I may look into his deep blue eyes. His is filled with longing. I can taste it. His cock drips with anticipation. Ready, the arousal rising like a fire inside of me, I bring him to standing position, and I place a binding bar on his ankle restraints, so the he is spread with welcoming for me. His hands are placed upon a carved wooden bench that is placed to the right of the room. He licks at my gloves – hungry to taste me. So, I give him a little. I sit myself upon the table and spread my thigh high leather clad legs wide so that Ivan can bow his head to my pussy and pay due homage. He laps greedily, his tongue flicking and his mouth sucking, trying to take as much as he can from me. I lean and kiss him. And, then I slide down from the table, grabbing a good-sized black leather strap from the vast array of toys hanging upon the wall. I tease his buttocks with it dangling as I strap it on myself. Lubing up his behind, I trail my fingers around his asshole and slowly push one in and out. He is already pushing at me, his asshole relaxed and puckering. He is ready. I slowly slide the cock into his ass. We move slowly, screwing our hips, the both us, to a gentle rhythm. But, he begins to buck and so I begin to thrust harder and faster. He will come for me like this. His arms strain at the rope holding them behind his back. All of Ivan's muscles have grown taut – you can see them rippling and pulsing as I slap myself against him. But, I would not let him cum so soon. I growl at him to slow down and save himself. There is more to come. He is so ripe he will spill at any moment. But, I do not allow him. He will cum when I tell him to. I stand him and move him against the wall where I free his arms from behind him so I may attach them to the slates of wood that adorn the wall horizontally. His legs spread and arms - he looks like a human star against the wooden wall. I grasp his balls with hands and squeeze. A little harder and harder, I can feel those hard balls within the folds of skin. I trace my other hand of long fingernails across his chest. Scraping around in circle – I pull at the nipple clamps. Ivan has the most sensitive nipples I have seen in a man. His jaw is set in determination to hold out for as much as he can take. I reach a hand round and shove my fingers in his ass, while still gripping his balls with my other. I move the hand and begin to stroke at his throbbing shaft, moving slowly, milking him. Finally, he can take no more. I see the sweat and the tears begin to fall about his handsome face. I smile at him. I kiss him and lean in to trail my tongue across his neck and over his ear, whispering, now! He shakes and I stroke faster and harder and Ivan shoots his cum in spurts that fling out and fall upon the tiled floor. His entire body convulses and his legs begin to quiver. I allow him to fall forward slightly upon me. I caress him. I untie him slowly, while running my hands all over his hot and spent body. He is like a child, trying to bury himself in my arms. He has earned my bed tonight. And, that will be another pleasure for us both. My magnificent Ivan will have no problems rising again to the occasion to please me before I fell asleep. So, my dear Thomas, you see you have taught me well. All that time past spent offering myself up totally to you has given me a plethora of plenty in return. All the time you spent teaching me to pay attention, to listen, to do as told - to be disciplined, this has become an asset, I having switched sides now, so to speak. Again, I offer my apologies for my rebellion. I know now that you were more aware of the cloth I was cut from, and am ever thankful for you for showing me. Such a discovery as you allowed, and as you forgave, has been invaluable, priceless. Much happier, I am much more satiated as the sadist. Although, I suppose I cannot help but understand the masochist. Yet, do not think though, that there are not times that I long for your strong hands guiding me as they once lovingly did. Perhaps, you will have to come and visit us. With warmest regards, Diana. A Day in the Life I walked in the door after a week at corporate headquarters in New Jersey. It wasn't my favorite place to visit, but I did enjoy the lifestyle my position provided. "Hello, Gorgeous!" I smiled as I strolled into the kitchen, surprising my wife preparing dinner. "Did you miss me, or did you find a little something on the side?" I had been suggesting to my wife of 17 years that she try having sex with another man. The thought always gave me an incredible erection and seemed to fuel my carnal desires. I guess I had been rather persistent about the idea for the past six months. Denise, my wife, was in great shape for a woman any age and looked younger than her 40 years. Our 15 year-old daughter had begun to complain about her mother's youthful appearance. She said that she never knew if boys stopped to see her, or if they were trying to get a chance to see Denise. This always made me smile. I can remember being 16 and lusting after my friends' mothers, aunts, and older sisters. Giving birth twice had only served to make Denise a bit rounder in the ass and fuller in the tits. She was one sexy woman. I don't really know exactly when I started thinking about Denise in bed with another man. It just grew on me over the years. Whenever we attended any social function men would fawn over her. Denise never gave the impression she was available in any way, but did smile and seemed flattered at the attention. I would be across the room and beam with pride. I knew what the other men wanted. They would give anything for a chance at my wife. If she danced with a man I would get an erection. Knowing that the guy wanted desperately to get into her panties set me off. As time went on, the thought took root and grew. Imagine my beautiful, faithful wife being drilled by some stranger. She would be receiving her second cock of her life and it made me hard just thinking about it! "Dan! I missed you!" Denise laughed as she kissed me. "You are a little earlier than I expected." "The flight landed 15 minutes early, my bags weren't lost, and the traffic was very light. Hence, here I am," I grinned as I squeezed her ample chest. "Did my babies miss me?" "You know they love your mouth and hands on them," Denise admitted as she put the silverware on the table. "You know how to make them feel special." I slid my hand under her skirt as she leaned ahead to place some silver across the table. I noticed something different immediately! I spun her around and pulled her skirt up above her hips. Denise had no underwear on and her pussy was as bald as a baby's! "Wow! Since when do you go around without underwear? And when and why did you shave your pussy?" I asked. "Not that I am complaining." "Do you like it? It didn't take you long to find out about it!" she chuckled. "It is supposed to make me look sexier and a little slutty." "Have you been reading Cosmo again?" I joked as I ran my fingers over her beautiful pussy and played with her clit. She was getting wet as I stroked her. "You have a beautiful pussy. Suppose we hold off on dinner and go to the bedroom and see just how good it feels. The kids are at your cousin's party today, aren't they?" "They are. They will be staying two extra days so they won't be home until Sunday," Denise responded. "I can't go to bed with you now, Dan. I have an... appointment for this evening." Denise was an insurance agent and it wasn't unusual for her to have an evening appointment. I was disappointed that she would schedule one the very evening of my return, but I tried not to show it. "Going to sell a nice policy tonight? I asked. "That's my wife." "Not exactly, Dan. It isn't a business appointment," Denise looked nervous as she continued. "You know how you have been after me to have another man? You have talked of little else for the last half year." I felt my cock harden even more as her words began to register. She was going to have sex with another man! I was excited. I also noticed a strange tension form in my stomach, but I dismissed it as natural. "You mean you are going to finally let another man fuck you, Darling?" I gushed. "Are you going to some motel or something?" "I am glad you are taking this so well, Dan. I really was a little concerned that the reality of me being another man's slut would make you angry," Denise confessed. "I didn't call you a slut, Denise. You are simply a beautiful woman enjoying an encounter with a strange man," I explained. "You are certainly no slut!" "Sit down and listen to me, Dan. I am a slut and you will agree when I am done with my story. I see you're all hard and excited about this," she smiled as she looked at the lump in my pants. I sat down at the kitchen table and Denise took a seat across from me. I watched as she composed herself. She fiddled with the silverware for a minute before she began. "The day after you left on your trip I had an appointment with Nancy's cousin, Steve Morgan. He was interested in term life. I went to his house, which is in a nice section north of here. He is a single guy your age and rather good looking. As we discussed his needs, he made a few comments about what he felt he needed the most. I kept trying to direct his attention back to the policy choices. I had determined he should go for a straight life policy and forget the term. As you know, I make more money on those policies, but I really did feel it was more suited to his situation." "This guy made a pass at you and you are going to see him tonight to consummate it?" I guessed. "No, Honey. Please let me tell you everything as it happened," Denise requested. "I was having a difficult time getting him to concentrate on the numbers I was showing him and I finally got a little exasperated." "What will it take to get you to listen to my explanations?" I asked him as we sat next to each other on his sofa. "I will buy the damn policy right now if you will have sex with me!" he stated quite calmly. "You are a beautiful woman and I want you more than I have wanted anything for years." "I was flabbergasted, to say the least, Dan. I had never resorted to sex to sell anything. I never had sex with anyone but you. You know that," Denise continued. "I sat there stunned for a minute or two. Then I started thinking about how you wanted me to have sex with another man. He was handsome and single and he certainly was more than willing." "I told him if he would sign the papers and give me a check, I would give him another hour of my time to do as he wanted!" blurted Denise. I thought I would cum in my pants when Denise told me that! She was the perfect housewife. She always dressed conservatively and conducted herself professionally. Now she was telling me she agreed to let some strange guy have her. I felt a little dizzy as I tried to assimilate everything Denise was telling me. My sweet, innocent wife was doing this for me. My cock was throbbing. "Are you going to give him that hour this evening?" I croaked. I was thinking about the ride I would give her when she returned home. "Let me continue, Dan, please," Denise pleaded. "This is not very easy for me to tell. As you might guess, he signed the papers in record time and handed me a check. Then he looked at his watch and then spoke to me." "It is now 11:34. You will be free to leave anytime after 12:34, if you so desire. I think you might stay a little longer." "Steve took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. Then he unzipped my dress and slid it off me. I just stood there, not knowing what I should do," Denise almost sobbed. "I was such an inexperienced woman. I was afraid he would laugh at me for being so unworldly. I made my mind up right then to make him think I did that sort of thing all the time. I wanted to be the best fuck he ever had!" I went from almost shooting a load in my pants to almost shitting a load in my pants. This was my sweet wife, the mother of my two kids, talking like some tramp! "I helped him slide my panties down and then I undressed him. I tossed his shirt to the side and then dropped to my knees and untied his shoes. He kicked them to the side and then I unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. He had a big bulge in his jockey shorts and a wet spot in front. He stepped from his pants and I knew I had reached the moment of truth. I slowly began working his underwear down. His cock was caught in them and it pointed downward before it finally sprung free," Denise whispered as she remembered the experience. I was mesmerized as she told her story. My mind was numb and my cock was still throbbing as I saw her every move in my mind. "It popped up and hit me in the face, Dan. It was really hard and longer than yours by a fair amount. The end was all wet and sticky and it left a streak across my chin and lips," recalled Denise. "Steve told me to suck his cock and called me a little slut. That hurt my feelings and I looked up at him to complain about his choice of words. He just grabbed my hair and forced his cock against my mouth with his other hand. You know that I very seldom suck on your cock and I never let you come when I do," Denise reminded me. As if that was necessary! How well I knew it. She always acted like my cock was something that was best kept below her waist. I could count on one hand the number of times she had sucked it and she was pretty drunk every time. Now this guy was making the mistake of trying to get her to do it when she was sober. I realized it would give her an increased appreciation of my consideration and my gentle husbandly behavior. "I opened my mouth and started sucking him, Dan," revealed my darling wife. "I was determined to leave there with him feeling I was the best ever. He started pushing more and more of his cock into my mouth. I told you it was longer than yours by a couple inches? It seemed like he did that for hours but it was really only a few minutes. I finally figured out how to relax my throat and then it was easy. He slammed the entire thing down my throat and I was able to lick his balls a little every time he bottomed out in my mouth. I don't know when it happened, but I gradually noticed his hands were pinching my nipples and I was deep-throating him on my own!" she smiled; as if she were revealing a wonderful new skill she had learned. The vision of my wife sucking this guy's cock somehow wasn't as exciting as I had anticipated it would be. My cock was no longer throbbing so much. "Steve called me a cock sucking slut while I had him buried in my mouth. Then he groaned and erupted when he was way down my throat. I never even tasted the first blast. I came off a little for some air and he filled my mouth next. I never knew a man could ejaculate so much sperm!" chuckled Denise. "Then he pumped a few more shots all over my face. When he was done he had me stand up and look into his mirror. He told me to take a good look and tell him if I was not a cock-sucking slut that loved cum. You know what, Dan?" she asked. I was unable to speak so I just shook my head. "I had to admit that I was all those things. His sperm tasted pretty good and I watched myself scoop it off my face and feed it into my mouth. I was such a slut!" beamed Denise. "You would have been so proud of me. I was even thinking how happy you would be when I told you what happened." I found my voice and asked, "Did you get dressed and come home then?" "Steve still had half an hour left and he still had a hard on. You know how you always go soft after you cum? It seems that some men are able to have several orgasms. He told me to get on my hands and knees on his bed, like the bitch that I was. It sounds strange, but the names he called me made me feel hornier and sluttier," Denise grinned. I was reeling as I sat at my kitchen table listening to my wife describe how she had sucked a cock much longer than mine, swallowed cum, and then got fucked like a bitch in heat. She was getting more and more glib as she continued. You would have thought she was telling me how our daughter had scored the winning goal in a soccer match. "His cock felt too big at first, but I adjusted to his size," Denise continued. "He held my hair in one hand and spanked my ass with his other. I never came so often or so hard, Dan. He was a machine! When he erupted again, this time deeper in my pussy than anyone had ever been, I almost passed out. It felt wonderful. Then he put his nasty cock in my face and told me it was a slut's job to clean a cock that had just fucked her. By the time I had it cleaned up, he was hard again! Did you know that some men could be so virile? I didn't!" "It was time for the kids to come home from school when I finally left. He must have fucked me six times, besides the time he came on my face. He laughed as I dressed to leave. He told me he knew I would stay longer than an hour. Then he told me to come back the next day. That seemed presumptuous to me, at the time," laughed Denise. I was slipping lower and lower in my chair as Denise babbled on about her lover and his virile ways. I determined right then that it was never going to be allowed to happen again. "I slept like a baby that night. I knew you would be happy, too. Then I started thinking that you would probably want me to go back and get fucked some more. It would prove it wasn't a one-time thing, some sort of fluke that would never happen again. You know what I mean," stated Denise. "Dan, he was waiting for me when I got to his place. He told me he knew I would be back to get another good fucking. We went at it like minks for a few hours again. Before I left, Steve even fucked my ass. It hurt at first, but now I have learned to relax and enjoy it. I had some great orgasms with his cock in my ass, Dan. I wonder why you never tried it with me?" she mused. My cock felt like it had disappeared into my shrunken scrotum by this time. I knew if I were given a physical at that moment, there would be some debate as to my gender. How could the bitch do this to me? "To make this story a little shorter since I don't have much time, I went back every day. You will love the stories I have to tell you about the ways I was fucked and the things he made me do. On the third afternoon, Steve was slamming me doggy style. My head was buried in the pillow so I wouldn't scream so loud with my orgasms. Steve was really "laying the pipe" as he likes to say," laughed Denise. "I felt something tapping my head and looked up to see a cock even bigger than Steve's pointed at me. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was longer and much thicker than Steve's, probably almost twice the size of yours," Denise estimated. My stomach was knotted like nothing I had ever felt before. I was nauseous and my head was pounding. If I had the strength to get my gun, I would have finished myself off right there. "I looked back at Steve and he told me to suck that cock. It seems that he had bragged about my cock sucking to a friend and the friend wanted to find out if I was that good. When you think about it, it is really quite flattering. Your wife is becoming famous for giving great head. I do have to admit to you, Dan, that I had a lot of trouble swallowing the new cock. It was huge and I could feel it throb with every beat of the guy's heart. You will be happy to know that even though I didn't get it all down my throat, the guy told me I had done better than any whore had ever done before," Denise swelled with pride as she spoke. "Then the guy absolutely covered my face and tits with cum. He made Steve look like a little squirter! I was blinded by the cum in my eyes. I started scooping it up and slipping it into my mouth. When I could finally see again, Steve was blasting a load into my cunt and both guys were looking at me in amazement. The new man told Steve I was the nastiest slut he ever saw. I knew you would like that, Dan," Denise allowed. "Dan, do you feel okay? Did you have some of that food at the airport? You know that always upsets your stomach," Denise admonished. "I am almost done with my story. You'll be able to go to bed and rest then while I am out on my date." The goddamn whore might just as well taken a sledgehammer and split my head open! I could no longer form any words. Drool was strung all the way from my chin to the table. "Steve introduced me to the guy with the huge cock. I think you know him, Dan. He is Harrison Brown and can he ever fuck!" exclaimed my wife. "He said he works for the same company that you work for. I thought Steve had me stretched out, but Harrison had to work about ten minutes to get his monster in my cunt. The sensations were incredible. He actually had the head of his cock through my cervix by the time he came, almost an hour later. I was sweating like crazy and I actually passed out a few times. I thought I had done it all and could die happy right then," Denise recalled fondly. "It wasn't until later, when those two studs double teamed me that I knew what true ecstasy was. Having a big cock in your ass and a really huge cock in your cunt at the same time is the ultimate, I think. Dan!" My head hit the table as I fell to the floor. Harrison Brown was my main competitor for the promotion I was trying to get. He was a real pussy hound and always bragged about how big his cock was and how the women were never happy with their husbands after he fucked them. Denise helped me up from the floor and almost carried me into the bedroom. She helped me sit on the bed and then had me lay back. "I will finish my story before I leave," she told me as she began to undress me. I was too weak to help, or resist. Where did I keep my gun? Did I have any shells? I was almost certain I didn't! "Harrison and Steve want me to be the hostess for a card game they are having tonight. They told me that I was way too sweet to keep to themselves and they wanted to share me with some friends," Denise positively glowed as she spoke. "I knew you would be proud of the way I changed and I am so glad I took your suggestion, Dan This is so much more exciting and enjoyable than being a plain housewife. Harrison insisted I shave my pussy for the evening's activities. My goodness, Dan, I don't remember your cock being so tiny," gasped Denise as she removed my underwear. "Was it always so little or is it that I am used to big cocks now?" she questioned. I groaned as more spittle leaked out the corner of my mouth and across my cheek. My cock disappeared completely, much like a turtle pulling its head into the shell. "It is just as well that you are under the weather. Steve and Harrison told me I am their slut now and that you are not allowed any of my pussy without asking their permission. They said you would be turned on by that, especially since you were the type that wanted your wife to be fucked other men. They said you would be content to suck my pussy when I came home with filled with their cum." That sounded like that asshole, Harrison Brown! He would tell everyone in the company how he fucks my wife and I am only allowed to eat his cum out of her stretched cunt. All my work over the years was for naught. I was truly fucked. Then I remembered that several of my coworkers played cards with Harrison every week. The entire company would be fucking my wife! It couldn't get any worse. "Harrison had me go off the pill, Dan. He told me it would be the ultimate erotic experience for everyone to know he made me pregnant and for you to raise his child. I am amazed at how well he understands your feelings and is so willing to help," marveled Denise. "He is a very astute man and very compassionate. He told me his boss was going to be there tonight and that if I fuck him when Harrison tells me to, he will probably get a big promotion. It is the least I can do for a man that is so good to us, isn't it?" A Day in the Life I crawled off the bed and began to search in my closet for my hunting knife. I have heard of men finishing themselves off that way. I really didn't want to do it, but I was positive I was out of ammunition for my .38. I saw it in the corner and reached for it. Denise beat me to it! "What the hell are you thinking of doing, Dan?" she demanded. "Are you going to cut my head off and toss me in the bay for doing exactly what you wanted?" I wiped my mouth and croaked, "I was going to do the honorable thing and do myself in. I can't go to work now. Shit! I can't stick my head outside the house. It is my fault and I admit it, but I can't live with it. "You are so pathetic, Dan!" groaned Denise. "I just made all that shit up so you would realize how foolish it is to start something over which you have no control. I shaved my pussy for you, Stupid!" Suddenly my stomach unknotted and I stopped drooling. As I stood, I grabbed Denise's skirt and ripped it off her. There she stood, completely stunned by my actions, her bare pussy beckoning to me. I roughly pushed her over onto the bed and dove into her snatch. She climaxed within a minute. I pulled my head from between her legs and moved up to her head and offered my cock to her mouth. "You know I don't do that, Dan. You're lucky I ,,, agh!" As she talked I pushed my cock into her mouth and began moving her head back and forth on my shaft. I had been so close earlier that I cut loose my load in record time. "You lying slut! Swallow it all!" I shouted. Denise's eyes got real big but she did as I told her. In fact, she kept sucking long after I released her head. She drained me and got me hard again! "Now fuck me with that little cock," she demanded. Later as we lay exhausted in our bed, holding each other, I whispered in Denise's ear," I knew all along you were making up the whole thing." "Well good, Dan. Then you should have no problem explaining how you got that black eye!" laughed Denise as she leaned over and kissed what I suddenly realized was a very tender area. A Day in the Life It was another typical day, nothing extraordinary had happened and Jack didn't expect it to. His life was routine and though sometimes it was monotonous, he enjoyed it. He walked into the usual meeting place, the newly built sports bar entitled Harry's. It sat right across the street from where he usually worked out so it was a convenient spot. "Hey Jack, how's it going?" "It's going, Joe. Let me get the usual." Jack sat down and turned to his friend. Usually Alex would greet him but this time his friend seemed to engrossed with something or rather someone on the dance floor to bother with the normal hello. Jack turned to see what had gotten his attention this time. No doubt it was another young hottie that Alex would later try to pick up. This would be typical Alex. Jack turned and looked around. On the dance floor he saw two girls dancing seductively together. The blond bumped her hips against her friend who followed suit. Soon they were grinding into each other in a rather suggestive and lewd manner. Jack rolled his eyes and smacked his friend on the shoulder. "Earth to Alex. You said there was something important and major I needed to see, don't tell me it was this." Alex blinked a few times and turned and looked at him with a blank look on his face. "What?" He frowned then blinked. "Oh, yeah. No, this isn't it. This was unexpected but definitely not unwanted," Alex murmured as he gave one last fleeting glance to the two gyrating girls. "Let's go." Jack inhaled a large breath of clean air. It felt good as opposed to the smoky confines of the bar. When he was younger that was the norm but now he was past that. He was settled. They got into his car since Alex had his car at the auto shop. It amused him that his 34 year old friend would want to get sky lights, not to mention a 2,400 dollar kit added to his already nice Acura. Of course he had had some work done to his car too but they were minimal. Jack drove for about 45 minutes before Alex sat up and declared that they were there, where ever there was. Jack looked at his friend. This was probably another wild idea that Alex had cooked up in his head but Jack always humored him. Alex was fair haired and fair skinned while he was dark haired and olive skinned, his Italian background taking shape in his stature and facial features. Jack met him at the gym where they both worked out. They had done a few presses together and Alex struck up a conversation. From then on they talked and became friends. In the six months Jack had known him; Alex had dated 17 different women and took him on 2 wild goose chases, one all the way to Vegas. This was his third attempt at getting what Alex had deemed, "His Girl". Whatever he was looking for, Jack only hoped he would find it this time. They got out. Jack surveyed the tall brown stucco buildings and realized that they were at Long Beach State. Jack chuckled softly. "Hey Alex, is she even legal?" He asked on a small laugh. "Yeah, go ahead, laugh now but when you see her, man your just going to blow." Jack chuckled but followed Alex as he went down the hall of the art department. He stopped at a room and silently opened the door. They slipped inside and shut the door. It was a normal art class complete with semi nude model. Jack looked at her. She was classically beautiful with fair skin and big eyes. Her blond hair was unbound and left to fall in a mussed mass down her naked back. She was sitting with her legs folded at her side holding a red satin scarf which barely held her modesty intact. If this was the girl, Jack was disappointed. Alex usually went for something alluring and exotic. Like the red head from Oregon. She was sexy as hell but Jack would never admit that, not to Alex. "This is it?" He asked his friend. "What do mean, "This is it"? Don't you think she's sexy as hell?" Jack turned to the model, nope nothing special there. "God, looked at her. I would love to peel that prim dress off of her with my teeth and see what's underneath it," Alex whispered. Jack frowned. Black dress? The model wasn't dressed. He turned then his eyes lit on her. There she was sitting serenely unaware that she was being watched. Her face was half hidden by her hair that fell in a tumbled black waterfall of curls. He continued to look at her, wanting to see her face. Then, as if she heard him she looked up and Jack blinked. She was extremely young looking but there was just something about her that even her prim dress couldn't hide. Her face was small. Her pert nose was bridged by a pair of black glasses that hid most of her eyes. His eyes hit her lips and now he knew why Alex had picked her. Her lips were pouty and full and painted bright red. So Miss Innocent wasn't really innocent. My what those lips could do, Jack thought. Then he frowned and gave a small derisive smile. This was Alex's girl. He tore his eyes away and stared instead at the blond model. He concentrated on the model's almost bare form until he heard the soft ding that signaled the end of the period. Quietly everyone began to put away their supplies and leave. A few stayed and spoke with the model while others lingered talking to their peers. Miss Black Dress neatly packed her things and picked up her portfolio and headed for the door. "Any suggestions on what to say?" Alex asked. Jack shrugged. "It's your girl." "Damn," muttered Alex. As she drew closer she smiled and started to walk faster. Jack looked up in surprise, she was staring straight at him. He stood up taller and was about to say hi when someone bumped passed him and walked straight into her open embrace. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered something in her ear with made her laugh. Together they left the room. Jack couldn't help but laugh at the current situation. "What's so damn funny?" Alex growled. "You, me, this whole thing. Why didn't you say something?" Alex started back to the car. "Because I knew he was going to show up and they would leave together. It happens every time she's here." Jack frowned. "So, why do you even bother?" Alex looked at him with an incredulous expression. "Are you blind! Did you not see how hot she looked?" "She's alright," Jack lied. Of course he thought she was hot and yes he wanted to fuck her but he wasn't going to mention that right now. Alex muttered something and got into the car. Jack laugh as he started the engine, typical Alex. They drove to the end of the lot and onto the street when he spotted her. She was rushing from the car that she had gotten in earlier. She slammed the door and began to walk away. The guy rushed out and grabbed her arm. She yelped and dropped her portfolio. She then brought her free arm back and smashed the heel of her hand into his nose. He quickly let go and she grabbed her things and hurried down the street. The guy grabbed his nose and continued to curse. Then he spat onto the ground and got into his car. Jack watched as he sped off and wondered if Alex would want to stop her. At the sound of the car door slamming, Jack turned in time to see Alex walk across the street. In curiosity Jack followed. "Hey, excuse me! Hey!" Yup, Jack thought, Alex was smooth. Alex caught up to her and grabbed her arm. She tried to yank free but he spun her around. He grabbed her by both shoulders and looked at her. "Hey, stop. Look, I just wanted to ask if you were having problems. I saw what happened." She looked down as his hands on her and arched an eyebrow. He quickly let go. "Sorry. Are you okay?" He asked softly. "I'm fine," she said stiffly. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go now." She turned and walked away, Alex dogged her steps. "Maybe we can give you a ride somewhere." She stopped. "We..?" She trailed off as she saw Jack. She took a defensive step back. "Look, just leave me alone, okay. I'm fine." She eyed them nervously and turned to look down the deserted street. Jack frowned. Alex had fucked this all up. "We just want to help you, that's all. My friend here, Alex, he likes you and I don't mean in the creepy scary sense, I mean he wants to date you. He thinks, now let me see if I get this straight, he thinks your a "hottie" and he would love to peel that prim black dress off of you with his teeth." She blinked startled then she laughed. And laughed and laughed. Alex growled and elbowed Jack in the stomach. "Thanks Jack," He said disgusted. He turned and started for the car. Jack followed took one last look at the girls laughing form and followed his friend. The laughter echoed softly, following them down the street. "Real smooth, Jack." "Hey, it was better than you scaring the shit out of her." "Yeah, but that was better than the truth." Jack slapped him on the back. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad." "Nope, it was worse." As they opened their doors the girl rounded the corner. As she saw them she shouted, "Wait, wait." Alex turned to Jack and grinned. She stopped in front of them, breathing unevenly. "Can you guys just drop me off?" She queried. "Yeah, we can do that." She smiled and bit back a laugh as she looked at Alex. "Thanks." They piled into the car and Jack listened as she gave him directions. She lived a good half and hour away, not far from where he lived in Lakewood. "Sorry about before. You guys didn't need to see that." She turned to Alex, "Sorry about laughing, it just caught me off guard. But thanks for it. I needed it then." "No problem. Next time I'll make sure I leave Jack at home," Alex joked. She laughed softly. "So where you guys from?" "Jack lives in Lakewood and I live in Lowetown." She nodded and listened as Alex rattled on. Jack tried to concentrate on his driving but her scent was getting to him. She smelled faintly of lotion and soap but her natural tangy scent permeated the interior of the car. It was driving him mad. He breathed deep and wondered if she smelled like that everywhere. The thought sent a bevy of XXX rated images through his mind and he felt his cock stir. He gripped the wheel tighter and focused on the road. Just when he felt he couldn't take it any more, they arrived. Alex showed her to her door and they stood on the step and spoke softly for a few minutes. She looked over his shoulder and stared at Jack then back to Alex. She gave a smile then a slight nod as she went inside. Alex turned and all but sprinted down the walkway. "Jack, come on. She invited me in." "Yeah, you, not me." "No, I invited you and she said okay. She has a roommate so come on." Jack thought about it for a split second. Ah, what the hell, he was only a man. Her house was spacious and feminine, her walls a mixture of impressionist and cubist paintings done in a variety of assorted colors. They sat down on her cream colored couch as she went to get them something to drink. "Pretty nice place for a college student." Alex said looking around. Jack agreed. She returned with a scotch and a bottle of Shiraz. Alex took the scotch and she questioningly held up the bottle for Jack's appraisal. He nodded. She poured two flutes and settled down. In the dim interior of the house she looked absolutely gorgeous. She had taken off her glasses and now that her eyes could be clearly seen, he noticed that they were dark and almond shaped. And sexy as hell. "Sorry Elaina's not here. She would have love you guys." "What about you, do you love us?" Alex asked. She laughed then and sipped her wine. "I can't decide yet. Do you guys come in a packaged deal?" Jack almost choked on his wine. He only hoped that she didn't mean that as it sounded. He had to say something before this got too far. "How old are you," he asked. She turned surprised eyes on him, then gave him a wide grin. "Old enough to know better," she said. At his skeptical look she gave a throaty murmur that sounded very much like a purr. "I'm legal." "Where exactly is your roommate?" Alex asked. "She's probably dancing right now." Alex's head jerked up. "What kind of dancing?" She smiled. "Not exotic, if that's what you mean. She's in Danse de la Nuit." Jack nodded, that was a classic ballet. "Well, since she's not here, how about that deal? Think you can handle it?" "I think I can "handle" just about anything, thanks." Alex set down his scotch and crossed to where she was sitting. He took the goblet of wine out of her hand and set it down. Then he proceeded to thoroughly French kiss her. Jack sat back and watch as he drank his wine. Typical Alex. She moaned softly and tried to get up but he pushed her back down into the softness of the couch. She broke the kiss and sat back on the couch with her eyes close, her chest heaving. Alex gave her a moment and sat next to her. She opened her eyes and glanced at Jack. He couldn't mistake the look in her eyes. She was horny and she wanted to be fucked and he wanted to do it. Slowly she licked her lips and turned to Alex. She took his hand and led his down the hall. As she passed Jack he heard her whisper, "You too." He was already semi and thought, hell, he wasn't really going to say no to that was he? By the time he reached the door, Alex was already kissing her and making an attempt to unzip her dress. Jack saw him struggle and came up behind her. He pressed his semi hard on against the softness of her ass and felt her stiffen. Then she relaxed and he lowered her zipper. Alex grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled them down, trapping her arms at her side. She didn't wear a bra and her breasts were high and petite, her nipples a dusty brown color. Alex gripped her waist and bent down to capture one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back sending her ass rocking against Jack's already hard cock. Jack bumped his hips against hers as his hands grasped her long curls and piling them atop her head with both hands. He bent his head and softly kissed the back of her neck. She uttered a soft sound, half moan, half whimper and it drove Jack crazy. He trailed kisses up the back of her neck and onto the side. When he found where her neck curved into her shoulder he gently began sucking. "Oh," She whimpered out. She tried to break free but Alex yanked her straps down lower, tearing one of the fragile pieces of cloth. He continued to pull down her dress, following the exposed skin with his mouth until it ended at the junction between her thighs. She was wearing nothing but a small shear white thong. "God, you smell so good," he whispered as he buried his face between her groin, his hands coming around to grab her ass cheeks. She gasped and arched her hips into his caress. He looked up at her and smiled. "I'll leave that for Jack. He's the one with the wicked tongue." She turned slightly and met Jack's gaze. He came around her and helped her out of her torn dress. She embraced him then, kissing him fully on the mouth. He tasted her completely, his tongue tracking every inch of her mouth. His hand came up and cupped one petite breast. She gasped and pressed herself tighter against him. His free hand roamed down her body, touching as much skin as he could. He skimmed down to the side of her thong. He fingered the fragile material and slid his hand along the front to where it covered her hot pussy. He then slipped his hand into the thong and rubbed his middle finger against her wet slit. She threw back her head and arched into his finger. He wouldn't be that easily swayed and pulled back his hand so that he barely touched her. "Please," she gasped. He chuckled and slid a finger deep into her creaming valley. She gripped his shoulders and raised her leg as she grounded her wet cunt on his finger. "You like that?" Jack asked. He pulled his finger out and brought it to her mouth. Eagerly she sucked on it. "Jeez," Jack groaned. He pushed her head down and she willingly went down on her knees. She ripped open his pant and pulled his hard dick out. Grabbing the base she proceeded to put the whole of his cock into her mouth. Jack jerked, unprepared for her thorough sucking. She swirled her tongue around on the head of his cock and his hand grasped her hair as he sighed in pleasure. Slowly she started to devour his rock hard dick in slow smooth movements, her other hand working his balls. She pulled out then ran a trail down the underside of his shaft with her tongue. "Damn, you're good," Jack gasped out. She placed him back into her mouth and began to deep throat him, taking him all in with every bob of her head. Jack pulled back. "Enough," he said as he began to fully undress. "Great, my turn." Jack looked up at Alex and noticed he was already undressed and stroking himself with one hand. He took her by her arm with his free hand and pulled her to the bed. He stood beside the bed and she went down on all fours at the beds edge and proceeded to suck Alex's cock dry. Jack, now fully undressed came up behind her and parted her thighs. He pressed his face into her wet crotch from behind. His tongue darted out and slid the entire length of her wetness, soaking her already wet thong. She jerked and bucked as he pulled the thin material to the side and began to eat her out. His tongue followed the entire length of her crotch and up to where it met her asshole. She moaned something around Alex's cock and tried to shy away. Enthused Jack grabbed the barely there thong and ripped it off her. He then held her hips and licked her thoroughly, his tongue lapping over her engorged outer lips. He ran his tongue back up to her tiny brown hole and worked it around and around, giving her a thorough rim job. His tongue went back down and he thrust it fully into her. She gave a muffled whimper of pleasure and bobbed her head faster. "God, whatever the hell you're doing, keep it up cuz I'm definitely reaping some benefits," Alex gasped out as he held her head and began to steadily fuck her open mouth. Jack laid down on this back and pulled her honeyed lips down onto his mouth. His tongue worked faster, stirred by his friend's words and his own building desire. He parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and worked his tongue onto her clit as he inserted two fingered. She gave a gargled shout and instantly came all over his fingers and mouth. He pulled his finger out and licked them then buried his tongue deep into the oozing pussy, trying to eat every last drop of her cream. He came from beneath her then, wanting to feel her tightness around his cock. He placed his hardness at the base of her wet opening and in one solid thrust slid into her welcoming slit. He grabbed her hips and began pumping, attempting to go with ebb and flow of Alex's cock inside her mouth. Slowly they both fucked her, Alex pumping away at her mouth and Jack pounding her tight cunt. Jack felt the first contractions of her second orgasm and pumped harder. She threw her hips onto him, wanting his cock deep inside of her. "Jeez, Alex, I think she's going to come a second time," Jack bit out as he slammed into her dripping pussy. "Yeah, well, I'm about to shoot my cum down her throat and I bet she'd like that." She answered with a groan around his cock. Jack stared at her tight asshole and groaned. How he wanted to try burying his hard dick up that tight hole. He gritted his teeth as her pussy spasmed in orgasm. He felt his pre-cum shoot in a small spurt into her and he fought his own release and held himself still. "Hey, Alex, wanna go at her pussy. It's tight and I bet you want to fuck it." Alex pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gave a long whimper. "Yeah, I do." "Lay back and let her ride you." Alex laid back, his dick sticking up in the air. She moved forward and slid down onto his cock. They both gave a small sigh of pleasure as she began to gyrate her hips, her pussy moving up and down on his cock. Jack watched them and wished he had a camera. He would have loved to capture this moment. A Day in the Life Her pussy moving up and down on Alex's cock was really making him horny but he was going to wait for just the right minute. He bet Alex was looking down to see what a sight her tight lips were doing stretch around his thick cock. She began to ride him harder, her thighs slapping against Alex's hips. She threw back her head sending a cascade of black curls down her back. "God yes, oh, yes. Yes, yes, oh," She gasped out. "Hey Jack, I think she's coming." She leaned forward and pressed herself against Alex's chest as she slammed herself down onto Alex's cock. Bingo, Jack thought as he came up behind her, his cock fully lubricated. He held her hips still for a momentary second then worked his cock into her tight asshole. "Oh," she screamed. "Oh, my...oh...oh," Jack gritted his teeth and slid all the way in and was about to pump when she cried out. Her anus contracted tightly around his dick. "Fuck!" He gritted out as he felt himself on the verge. "Shit, she's so damn tight. I think I'm going to come." He gripped her hips and began to pound away at her tight hole, seeking release. She screamed and dug her open hands onto Alex's chest. "Oh, damn, shit, I think I'm going to cum inside her tight pussy," Alex gasped as she rolled her hips faster onto him. Jack gripped her hips and slammed his hips into her ass. She bit her lips and whimpered. "Oh, yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass, yes, yes, oh...I'm going to cum again," She screamed as her body jerked. Jack squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her anus contracted around his throbbing cock. "Fuck..." he blurted out as he felt his hot cum spurt inside her ass. He pumped her ass until his dick was drained and soft inside her now oozing ass. He felt Alex's dick throb and her body jerk with the last contractions of her orgasm as he pulled out. Alex grabbed her hips and in three shallow thrusts emptied himself deep inside her tight cunt. "Oh, yeah..." Alex gritted as his hips continued to pump up into her already creaming pussy. He then fell back onto the bed, his body shining with sweat. She rolled off him and flopped onto her bed with her eyes closed. Jack grinned. It was going to be a long night. A Day in the Life and Mind of a Pervert Authors Note: Okay, I've always struggled with short stories as I tend to get a bit too carried away with descriptive details (sometimes, to a fault; as a reader, I enjoy gaps of information in order to allow my mind to fill the blanks but as a writer, I rarely give those opportunities) but I had this fleeting thought this afternoon for a short story. In fact, it's probably not even a story -- it's more of a collection of ideas, situations and scenarios. Later, in addition, I contemplated the possibility of taking the characters from this story and doing a series of short stories with crossovers. But I'm probably getting ahead of myself. I have always enjoyed writing for my own pleasure and entertainment but have never allowed others to read what I write, as a result of little self-confidence, so if you do enjoy this at all, please let me know. Additionally, if you do have some constructive criticism to provide, I shall also welcome that. After writing this story, I realise it's probably not as short as I intended. It's also not half as good as I had hoped but if I don't post this, which I had written with the sole purpose of uploading, I'll likely never upload any of my better stuff... So, here goes... * Jack awoke, the sun burning through his eyelids and the alarm from his phone beating at his eardrums like a police raid ramming down the front door. Stabbing quickly at the phone to silence the foul creature, he got out of bed and headed straight for the shower. First, he washes his shoulder-length blond hair, putting in the shampoo, followed by washing his body. He lathers up his arms, then his chest and finally his legs, before rinsing away the lather in the same order. He rinses out the shampoo and replaces it with conditioner before reaching for the shaving gel. Lathered up, he removes the thin whiskers from his strong, square jaw-line, ensuring not to cut his slightly pointed chin. Rinsing the remaining shaving gel away, he uses the electric trimmer to neatly straighten his miniature sideburns and erase any evidence of a possible monobrow. He then places a handful of the shaving gel onto his pubic region before removing those whiskers also. Finally, he rinses out the conditioner, briefly rinses his body once again and turns off the shower before stepping out. He takes a towel to wrap around his waste and then uses a slightly smaller towel to absorb the majority of water from his hair before brushing it back and tying it into a short ponytail. He stares at himself in the mirror, examining the redness around his steely-blue eyes and then grabs a third towel to dry his slight, but defined, upper torso. Banishing that one to the laundry basket, he uses the towel around his waist to dry his lower body before it joined its ally in the basket. Walking to the bedroom, Jack first grabs a pair of socks, then some underwear that he puts on first, followed by his left sock, then his right. He takes the pair of neatly folded jeans from a stool, making a mental note that as this was the second day in a row he had worn them, they had reached their limit and would need to be washed this evening. Purposefully placing a belt through the loops in his jeans, he tightens it to its usual notch and hunts through his wardrobe for a long sleeve top. Jack was a creature of habit, bordering on OCD. There was a specific order in which things had to be done and nothing would cause him to stray from that order. Due to the nature of his work, he enjoyed having control in other aspects of his life. Jack headed downstairs, put the kettle on to boil, turned on the PC, made a cup of tea, knowing that by the time he had finished, the PC would have loaded up and be ready to use. He lights a cigarette, takes a sip of tea, checks his email, takes another sip of tea, shuts down the computer and heads for the couch, flicking on the television and directing the screen to the news channel. He was just in time for the weather report, which looked promising. The presenters had their routine banter with the weather-girl, a middle-aged lady to whom the years had been more than kind. Today, she was in a plain black dress and the presenters were commenting on her shoes. The camera panned down to a pair of seven-inch red-strapped heels, which were too similar to "come-fuck-me-shoes" to be considered professional. The presenters and the weather-girl laughed at their banter. But the presenters don't realise the blatant truth, as I do, thought Jack, and how could they, if they have no real knowledge of such things. Obviously, the weather-girls master had wanted her to wear something in stark contrast to her timid demeanour, something that represented the horny slut she was in private. He wanted this small part of her to be displayed publicly, even nationally, but they had to be careful, as so not to draw unwanted attention, so a pair of sexy heels was perfect. They would be out of the camera's view, unless the camera was focused on them and even if that happened, as was the case, they were subtle enough that the general public would just assume it was a simple pair of shoes. They wouldn't know what the shoes represented. Finishing his tea, Jack turned off the TV, placed the cup in the dishwasher and headed for the front door. He put on a warm jacket, just in case, and left to catch the train. It was a short walk to the train station but his mind continued to be filled with fantasies of the weather-girls private life. He wondered curiously how a simple pair of shoes could throw his imagination into over-drive with such elaborate and kinky assumptions. These thoughts clouded his focus until the train reached its destination and Jack stood and finished his journey to work. Inside of work, his mind emptied of dirty thoughts. The seriousness of his occupation prevented him from thinking on any level other than professional. But the day flew and he soon found himself leaving his workplace and heading back to his train. Glancing at his watched, he increased his pace. He had been forced to leave his workplace slightly later than intended and feared missing his train. These fears were confirmed upon his arrival at the station. Fortunately, the next train was only half an hour away, so he decided to take the two-minute walk to the coffee shop across the road. As Jack ordered an Americano, to sit in but in a take away cup, as he knew he wouldn't have time to finish it before having to leave, a slim girl with long raven-black hair caught his eye. She was stood to his left and had just finished paying for her order. As she stood at the end of the counter waiting for her drink, Jack examined her more closely. She wore a small pair of black heals, some black jeans and a leather jacket which came only to her midriff. Peaking from under the leather jacket, Jack could see the bottom four inches of her top; a white blouse, so sheer that the top of her black jeans were clearly visible through it, as was a tiny portion of her stomach. Her hair was down but her face was in view, and a pretty face it was thought Jack's attention was drawn more to the deep red lipstick, which accentuated her full lips and would demand the attention of anyone who gazed upon her face. Jack paid for his order and took a seat at an empty table inside, facing the door. By doing so, he was able to watch the girl leave without risk of being caught by her. Good girl, Jack thought to himself, obviously you are busy completing a task for your master or mistress. The deep red lipstick has always been intended as a sign of sexual readiness, aimed to equal the colour of your no doubt sweet little pussy. And it's far too nice and warm a day for you to insist on keeping your leather jacket done up, not that anyone other than I would notice. But, of course, you couldn't undo it because if you did that, your sheer top would hold no secrets and despite the material covering your chest, it would be clear to everyone that underneath it, you wore no bra. Your small, pert breasts would be completely visible, your erect nipples would reveal your excitement, not only at the contemplation of everyone seeing them, but more so of everyone seeing what was written across them, in bold, capitol black letters, confessing you to be a "DIRTY WHORE". Good girl, run back to mistress... Not half way through his coffee, Jack checked his watch, which informed him it was time to make his way back to the train station. He picked up the cup after making a minor adjustment in his trousers for comfort and discretion, and left, heading back over the road. He was still a minute or two early for the train and leaned against a wall waiting for it. The station was fairly crowded and so he had no choice but to see the young beauty that had decided to stand next to him. Discreetly, he inspected her, starting at her legs, since it would just appear that he were looking down casually. She wore black, wedge-type heels, but nobody's perfect, with black leggings. Lifting his head slightly and glancing from the corner of his eye, he could see her long black cardigan his her top. Looking over to "check the time on the platform clock", he could see her small button nose, pouting lips and young features. What impressed him was the lack of make up. Obviously, this girl was confident enough in her features not to mask them with false beauty, rare, in a girl of around... hmm, nineteen. He was pleased to see that she was waiting for the same train as him and they both moved simultaneously as it stopped at the platform. He followed her onto the train and, given its crowdedness during this rush hour period, had no choice but to sit next to her. She allowed him to go in first and sit by the window. Just as well, as she had captivated his attention and this way, he could examine her further under the premise of looking around the train. As the train started to move he noticed her become slightly anxious, fidgety, restless. Aha, of course. Someone is experiencing orgasm denial. Now it makes sense. The tight leggings pressing into her swollen, wet pussy, rubbing unnoticeably as she squirmed in the seat, stimulated further by the vibration of the train as it moved. How long, I wonder. Three? Four days? With orders to edge in between. Oh, how much you would like to slide your hands between your thighs and press the edge of one against your clit to increase the pressure on it. Not that you would, of course. Excluding the population of the train, the risk of getting carried away and breaking your rules would be too great, the desire to loose control and cum hard, as you sat there, too powerful. A few stops later, the girl stood and departed the train at her stop. Jack took this opportunity to stretch his legs out slightly and he re-directed his attention out of the window. He dazed off slightly with his thoughts, until the train conductor asked to see his ticket. "Oh, sorry", Jack said as he happily complied with the request, "Sorry again", he reiterated as the conductor moved on. As Jack refocused out of the window, he realised the train was stationary, and facing directly into an empty bedroom, granted no privacy due to the lack of curtains or nets. The room itself was fairly uninteresting. But I know that the owners of that house utilise the opportunities that being situated directly in front of a train stop provides. I know why there are no curtains or blinds. There has only been two occasions. The first, Jack was on his way home from a night out in the city, riding the very last train of the night. As the train stopped, his attention was drawn to the only light in an otherwise dark landscape, originating from the same dull bedroom he was now focused on. But it was a very different scene to the one he sees now. That night, the bed was in the middle of the room, facing the window. And as he gazed in, seeking anything that would dull the sharp feeling of exhaustion and the tediousness of travelling, his eyes fell onto the nude woman sprawled on top of the bed. He could not see her face, only her large breasts rising and falling heavily, constricted by her arms which kept her hands between her wonderful slender, long legs, as she played with herself. The sight captivated him. Suddenly, she lifted her head and he saw her deep blue eyes, staring directly into his. She seemed slightly surprised, as if she didn't expect there to be anyone there, though that was impossible. She was also fuelled by the eye contact and it was enough to push her over the edge. She shuddered and shook and orgasmed, all the while forcing herself to keep her eyes open, to keep contact with him. The train started to move again and she was gone. Jack isn't afraid to admit that he caught the same train each week, hoping for a repeat performance, I mean, who wouldn't! And on one other occasion, he was just lucky enough to be given that. Though in a slightly different manner. The second time, she was closer to the window. He hands were bound above her, presumably to some sort of re-enforced curtain pole, and her legs spread, he assumed as a result of a spreader bar. From the assumed bar, came another pole with a dildo attached to it. Jack only knew this because the bottom quarter of it was visible outside of her. As the train stopped, she had already started squirming at the excitement. It was at this point that Jack realised that she must've been put in both situations by a controlling force. He assumed the second occasion was meant to be as a form of teasing but Jack recalled that it had not quite worked like that. This time, Jack was able to see more of her soft, delicate features. Her short blond hair, blushed cheeks and the unforgettable look of sheer whorish desperation. She had her eyes closed when she came into view but she had already started rolling her taught stomach to try and pleasure herself. Jack didn't think even she expected to cum but when she opened her eyes and saw him, sat there once again, that's exactly what happened. She erupted, shuddering and shaking, her knees going weak and her arms straining to hold herself up as she accidentally impaled herself further on the dildo. And once again, the train moved away. Jack's memory broke, as he realised he was no longer moving and looked around to see he was at his stop. He quickly got off the train and started walking home. Passing a bus stop, he glanced at a late-twenties, blond haired, plump, no, curvy... No, voluptuous woman. She wore a loose fitting, beige blouse. I mean, she'd have to in order to have any chance to hide the nipple clamps. Fortunately, the chain that connected the clamps and pressed against the top simply gave the impression that the material had more weight than it did, and she's lucky enough to have been allowed a thin satin scarf, which she had cunningly placed around her neck and over her breasts so that the impression of the clamps against the top was hidden. Jack arrived home reasonably soon and switched on the kettle, turned on the PC, made a cup of tea and sat at the PC to load up Literotica in order to find some interesting material that would assist him in relieving the arduous stresses of the day...