0 comments/ 27832 views/ 1 favorites A Little Dip By: MysticalFairyQueen Sam sighed as he gazed out on the sparkling blue lake in front of him. Sam had decided to hike out in the nearby forest to clear his mind. He brought his arms over his head, stretching his lean, muscular form. He shook his head, sending his dark brown hair tumbling into his crystal blue eyes. He took a deep breath and began walking towards the glistening water. Sam thought that a nice swim in the cool water would cleanse him of his stress. As he got closer to the lake, he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. Sam stopped at the shore and laid his shirt on a log. He unbuckled his pants and shrugged them down his legs. He hesitated a moment before finally removing his boxers and leaving them with his discarded jeans as he began walking into the water. Sam waded out into the lake until the water lapped at his firm stomach. He bent his knees so that he could emerge himself in the water, up to his neck. Sam quickly dunked his head under the water, coming up, his head flying backwards, and sending water everywhere. He shook his head a bit, water spraying off of his hair. As he began to wade back to the shore, his eyes caught sight of a moving figure in the forest. Sam stopped walking, the water still covering his nude body. He watched as a small, blonde haired woman walked into open view on the secluded beach. When her eyes caught sight of Sam she stopped. Sam let his eyes travel up and down her slim form. She had a thin waist, but her breasts were quite large, almost spilling from her bikini top. Sam could feel harden at the sight of her beautiful body, despite the chilling water. “I didn’t know anyone else knew about this beach.” The woman said, not directly looking at Sam. Sam took in her musical voice and sighed. “I stumbled on it while hiking today.” Sam replied. The woman nodded. “Why don’t you come back to shore and we can talk.” Sam hesitated, he was about to yell back to her when her hand came up to her mouth and she gasped. “You can’t can you?” She asked. Sam shook his head, shifting his weight a bit. “I brought two towels and a blanket. I’ll turn around so you can get out and you can borrow a towel to cover up with.” Sam let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks.” Sam watched as the woman turned around. Sam made his way to shore as fast as possible. He rushed to the log and picked up the large towel she had placed there. Sam wrapped it around his waist. “Ok.” The woman turned around and smiled. “My name’s Jess.” Sam smiled and shook her hand. They set out the blanket Jess had brought and sat down together. They sat for over an hour talking about each other and getting to be friends. The sun was beginning to set, a beautiful color splashed across the sky right above the lake. Jess sighed and leaned against Sam. Sam could feel himself harden again, wanting to be inside her so badly. Jess looked up into Sam’s eyes and watched as he slowly moved down and placed his warm lips upon hers. Jess sighed and closed her eyes, letting him kiss her deeply. His tongue slipped out and massaged her bottom lip until she parted her mouth and allowed him to enter and massage hr tongue with his own. Sam gently followed Jess down onto the blanket, covering her body with his own. Her hands were wandering across his back, as his own began untying her top. Sam exposed her breasts to the cool air, her nipples puckering to small peaks. Sam dipped his head down and grasped one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking deeply. Jess moaned slightly. Sam continued to lavish kisses and licks onto her breasts until squirmed beneath him. Then Sam continued to kiss down her belly to the shorts she was wearing. He quickly removed them to reveal a closely shaven mound, glistening in the dying light. Sam moved down to provide better attention to her. Jess watched as he blew his breath on her, causing her to jolt with pleasure. Sam slowly brought his tongue from the bottom of her lips to the top. He positioned his hands on her hips to keep her as still as possible as he began to draw figure eights onto her sensitive nub. Jess bucked and moaned wildly. Sam continued on, driving her to the peak of pleasure and then stopping. Jess sat up and ripped the towel from Sam’s waist. She pushed him down onto his back and quickly filled her mouth with his member. Sam let out a moan as she began to stroke him with her tongue. Sam dug his hands into her silky blonde hair, urging her on. Jess continued to stroke Sam with her mouth and hand, bringing him to his peak. She could feel him hardening even more and she stopped, looking up at him and grinning. Jess positioned herself above Sam, her legs straddling him. She slowly lowered herself onto his member, sliding it all the way into her wet, hot, tight sheath. Sam let out a sigh when he was fully sheathed within her. Jess began to set a slow rhythm, rolling her hips. Sam held onto her hips helping guide her on his staff. Jess began to move quicker, wanting to feel more of him sliding in and out of her. Sam moved his hips to match her rhythm. Sam stopped Jess, moving her off of him; he positioned her on the blanket, her ass in the air. Sam moved behind her, sliding into her. Jess arched her back and screamed as he began moving inside of her. Sam’s hands squeezed her ass, and then bringing one back, slapped it, leaving a slightly red mark. Jess moaned and begged for more, as Sam continued to slam into her. Sam continued to slam in to her, as he felt her sheath tightening around him as she climaxed. Jess shouted out his name into the forest, the sound echoing back. Sam continued his assault until he felt himself release in orgasm, shouting his hot seed onto her back. Sam collapsed down next to Jess on the blanket, gathering her up in his arms. He kissed her forehead and then pulled the blanket around their naked bodies. A Little Dirty Talk I pouted as I walked over to where you were lounging on the couch after a long day at work. You could just tell by the look on my face that I was craving attention. I got this way every once in a while, and you knew it was coming. I have these moods where I'm practically insatiable in bed and want to do nothing more than whore all of your attention and occasionally fuck like animals. As I looked down at you with the saddest blue eyes you sighed, though with a good natured smile, just knowing that I was going to get my way whether you were tired or not. Your eyes traveled down my lithe body, curved in all the right places, filled in just the right way, weak and vulnerable, yielding and sexy and young. I was only twenty years old and although there was a slight gap between our ages, we both understood that age was just a number. You smirked as you noted that I wasn't exactly dressed to kill. It wasn't that I let myself go ever since we settled in together. It was just a mutual understanding between us. Sometimes you found me in my PJs down-to-earth and sexy in its own way. Sometimes I would get down on my knees and suck you off right from work before you could grab a shower because I found a hard-working man sexy and deserving of some special attention. I wore a little tank top and a pair of old boxers I gave you for your birthday a while back, but ended up taking for myself. You insisted the smiley faces printed all over them suited me better, anyway. I was your little sunshine. You were my little grouchy pants. Only now I was pouty and all you wanted to do was make me happy. "Come here, baby," you mumbled in that tired, grainy voice of yours, opening your arms up towards me. I smiled and climbed on top of you, straddling your waist and laying on top of you, curled up a bit so that my head rested on your chest. Your fingers combed through my soft hair and you placed the lightest of kisses on the top of my head. "What's wrong, sweetie?" you asked as if you didn't know. I looked up at you and put on my best pout again. "I just want you to pay attention to me." You chuckled at my priceless expression and kissed the tip of my nose. "I figured," you said as your hand caressed my back and quickly found its way to my little, round ass and gave it a playful squeeze. I squirmed a little and giggled, but didn't bother to swat your hand away. Instead I looked down and let my hand snake over a slight bulge in your pants. You hissed only slightly and put your hand over mine. "Mmm... baby, not now. I'm really tired." I looked up, my full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. I knew you had to work long hours that week and it was really taking a toll on you, but I really needed this, so I shook your hand away and continued to stroke you through your pants. "But don't you want to fuck me?" "Of course I do, baby," you reassured me as I undid your pants and slowly inched down the zipper. "But... mmm..." You were silenced as I quickly found your cock and wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes. You loved the attention to your cock, but you weren't ready to give in yet, and I knew it. It was time to play dirty. "Don't you want my hot little mouth on your cock, baby?" You groaned uncomfortably as I slid down until my face was level with your cock. "Don't you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls? You want to fuck my little throat and cum in my mouth, don't you?" I inched your pants down over your hips as I spoke, breathing on your semi-erect cock. You couldn't help but let out a moan, knowing that all you wanted was to fuck my mouth until my jaw was worn out. "Baby?" My soft lips barely grazed your cock in a teasing kiss and you jerked from the gentle but effective sexual torture. You clenched your jaw as your resolve quickly melted away and your hand moved to the back of my head to guide me closer to your cock. "Go ahead, sweetie." I gave you a wicked smile before sliding down off of you and got on my knees on the carpet, licking my lips as I looked down at your delicious cock. You groaned in anticipation as I kissed the head of your cock so lightly and innocently that you were ready to grab me by my hair and force your cock down my throat, but somehow you managed to hold back and your patience paid off. I opened my mouth and suckled on the head of your cock like it was a lollipop, my tongue slipping on the underside and working it a bit, getting you harder by the second. I grinned a bit as I let the rest of your cock slowly ease into my hot, wet mouth, sucking harder as I went along to let it all in. You felt the restrain of my throat's natural gag reflex for a moment before you slipped in and you were in heaven. You let out something like a cross between a groan and a moan of ecstasy, bucking your hips up so that my lips were wrapped around the base of your cock. I sucked hard, moaning a bit to cause vibrations to filter up along your cock before I pulled my head back, tossing my hair to one side before I slid back down so that you could watch every inch of your hard cock disappearing into my young mouth. Your moans were coming more frequently as I started to bob my head up and down your shaft, making sucking and smacking sounds as you thrusted a little up to my mouth. With your cock nice and hard, I pulled away and let your cock pop out of my mouth. You almost growled in frustration as I smiled impishly up at you. I looked back at your cock and noted the smallest bit of pre-cum at the tip. I was quick to lick it up greedily. "Yum... does my baby want to cum in my mouth?" "Yes," you grumbled, again fighting the urge to savagely fuck my face. "Then stand up and fuck my mouth," I said, crawling backwards. You did a double take, as if you might have misheard, but a moment later you didn't waste your time. You were on your feet, hands behind my head, guiding me to your cock. I grinned and opened my mouth up for you and you entered my wet little mouth. You moaned again as your cock slid into my throat and began to slide in and out of my suckling mouth. I closed my eyes and sighed as you had your way with my mouth, though I was instantly brought to attention when your hand slipped down into my tank top and found a breast, roughly mashing it in your hand, your thumb flickering over my tits. I whimpered at first at the unusual attention while I was giving you oral pleasure, but I didn't pull away. In fact, I let out a low moan as you continued to drive in and out of my mouth. My tongue started to twirl around the very tip of your cock, working it and sucking harder and harder. I gave the lightest, playful nibbles on your rock hard shaft, which sent you over the edge. You were panting hard. "Aww, fuck, baby. Nngh. I'm gonna cum in your sweet little mouth. Ah..." You slammed into my throat one last time and let out a deep moan as the first spurt of warm cum coated my throat. Your cock twitched as a few more streams of your salty cum drained out into my eager mouth and I swallowed it all up, working my mouth lazily down your shaft to clean it up of any stray cum before letting it pop back out of my mouth. You worked your fingers through my hair as I licked my lips and smiled, looking up at you. "God, baby, you know just how to get me off." I began to stand and shrugged it off. "Practice makes perfect and you've given me plenty of practice." "I'm just sorry I didn't have a bigger load for you to take," you said apologetically. You knew how much big loads turned me on to no end. I wrapped my arms around your neck and grinned. "Maybe next time?" "Right," you replied, nodding. "Now," you started, your hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, "time for me to take care of you." You gathered my little body up in your arms effortlessly, laying me gently down on the couch. I giggled as you eagerly pulled my shirt up over my head and pulled down those silly smiley face boxers, tossing them aside. You climbed on top of me and instantly devoured my breasts, making me sigh and smile. I rubbed your shoulders as your tongue slid over an already semi-pert nipple and nipped at it gently, which caused me to whine and pout down at you. You just smiled your devilish grin and place kisses along the valley between my breasts until you reached the other nipple, suckling it as your fingertips played with the other. I closed my eyes as your gentle ministrations drew various sighs and soft moans from me. I only opened my eyes when you started to kiss and nip your way down from my breasts and over my flat tummy. "Hey," I said with a giggle, "where do you think you're going?" You licked around my belly button and grinned. "I'm going to lick your pussy, sweetie." You kissed my mound teasingly, which caused me to take a sharp little intake of breath. Still, I looked down at you with wide, confused eyes. "You're going to do what?" It had been a while since you've done anything like that. It wasn't that you weren't caring or considerate. I just didn't insist on it because I got wet enough just hearing to your moans when I sucked on your cock. You didn't bother to reply and simply slipped a finger into the moist folds of my young pussy, moving it around as if testing the waters. "Wow," you said while I squirmed a little from your teasing finger, "I forgot how wet you get so easily." You bent down to lick my little clit, which caused me to hiss and grab at your hair. You smirked and decided to detract your attention from my clit for the time being and directed your tongue down along my vertical lips, licking up the wetness along my slit. "Mm," I managed between moans, "Baby, you don't have to." "I want to," you murmured before your tongue delved into my pussy, wriggling into my slick entrance. I hissed and whined again, but managed to keep my hips grounded as your tongue worked into me like a little, wiggling cock, sliding in and out with a steady rhythm. I let out a long, low moan of ecstasy. There was nothing that could describe the sensation of your tongue swirling in my steaming slit that made me squirm uncontrollably. You held my hips firmly but gently and raised your head, licking my pussy juice off of your lips. "God, I forgot how sweet you taste, too." My only reply was soft whimpering and an uncomfortable squirming. You could read my signs. I desperately needed to cum. So, your attentions finally returned to my sensitive clit and you sucked hard on the little nub. I gasped and jumped, convulsively pressing your face deeper into my pussy. You smiled a little as you nibbled on my clit, then took two fingers, sliding them into the moist folds of my pussy, pumping through the pulsating walls. I was moaning louder with each passing second, my head thrown back in pure ecstasy. "Oh, baby," I managed somehow, "Please don't stop... ah.... oh, make me cum. Please." You didn't need to be told. You loved to watch me cum, my erotic squirming and sexy moans got you hard all over again and suddenly my body seized up and began to shudder uncontrollably. "Mmm! Oh fuck, baby! I'm coming! I'm commm--" All at once, I began to buck wildly as my pussy juices began to flow freely around your fingers and I could only mewl contently as you slid your fingers out of my pussy and began to lick them clean. "Mmm... my baby's so sweet. I could eat you up," you teased with a grin before you grabbed my thighs and forced them apart, your mouth barring down on my twitching, glistening pussy, slurping up my juices greedily, causing me to groan vaguely. The aftershocks of my intensive orgasm were prolonged from your desperate ministrations on my young pussy before you pulled away, your lips slick with my pussy juice. You crawled up my body, holding my face in your hands, and our lips met in a passionate embrace. I could taste my own pussy and somehow it's all too erotic for words. You grinned against my lips and started to place light kisses along my jaw line to my ear, suckling my ear lobe and nibbling on it before you made a sort of beeline of kisses down my neck, which made me giggle. You could be so cute sometimes. I smiled down at you and rubbed your shoulders as your kisses trailed down to my breasts, your mouth clamping on my right breast, sucking hungrily. I took note of your deliberate grinding against my thigh, your cock growing harder. I whined and pouted. "Don't tease me, baby." Your teeth brushed against my nipple as you grinned that cheeky little grin of yours. "Who's teasing?" you asked innocently, rotating your hips against my thigh. "What's wrong, honey? Do you want something?" You wanted me to say it. Alright, I'd say it. "I want you to fuck me, sweetie." "Oh, do you?" You continued to torture me, your cock grinding closer and closer to my pussy. You wanted more. "Mmhmm," I started, a bit distracted. "I want to feel your big cock in my tight little pussy. I want you to fuck my pussy raw, make me scream when you fill up my steaming, little pussy with your cum." You nibbled on my nipple and growl from my dirty talk. That's all you need. You positioned your hard rod against my aching pussy and I eagerly pushed up on you, but you pulled away, causing me to whimper desperately. You dipped back down carefully, rubbing the head of your cock along my moist slit. I started to groan, though I tried not to instinctively buck my hips, because I knew you'd just retreat again, and my patience paid off. Just when I was about to lose it, you slipped just the head of your cock into my waiting pussy, causing me to moan softly. You applied pressure steadily, letting me feel every inch of you stretch my tight pussy. "Please," I whimper. "Shh, baby," you murmur into my ear. "Good things come to those who wait for it." But I could hear a wavering in your voice. You wanted it as bad as I did. You just wanted to drive me crazy first. God, I love you. I began to grind my teeth in anticipation, clawing at the couch cushions as you filled me to capacity, then withdrew and slid back in again, a bit faster this time. This was torture. I knew you intended on dragging out my next orgasm, making me beg for it, so I played along. "Baby, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me harder." You smirked and pulled back, almost completely out of me and this caused a look of horror to appear on my face for only a second before you rammed into me with all of the force you could, your balls slapping against my perfect little ass. My back arched and I threw my head back, reveling in the sweet force of your thrust. "Better?" Your only reply was a moan as I squirmed beneath you. Again, you read my signs. I wanted more. I needed more. You summoned up all of the energy that you had and started to drill away savagely at my sensitive little pussy. Your voice was so deep and guttural that it almost sounds demonic as you spoke into my ear. "Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like me using your hot little pussy like this, don't you? Do you like being my little slut? You're such a good little cum slut." You knew I loved to be your little slut. I liked how you kept me on my toes and just took me whenever you wanted me. I did feel like your fuck slave, your little cum slut, and I liked it. I moaned and whined, my hips instinctively bucking against your thrusts, making our fucking all the more intense. Then, somehow, with all of the control you still possessed, you stopped your wild assault on my throbbing pussy, half way out. I looked up at you, bewildered and frustrated. I don't know why you stopped. "Baby?" You grinned and grabbed my hips, slamming into me so hard that I jerked back on the couch a few inches, and laughed. You were teasing me again. "You're horrible... horr-- or-- ah!" I couldn't make an intelligible retort at that point, moaning and thrashing around beneath your powerful thrusts. I could hear you panting and feel you tensing. You're building up another load for me. I felt your lips coming down on mine to muffle my desperate moans as you rowed in and out of my perfect little body, wanting to make me cum more than anything, and you soon got your wish. I pulled away from your mouth to throw my head back, screaming and growling into my next, even more intense orgasm. My pussy clenched around your cock, eagerly milking you for your cum. You moaned desperately as you struggled to work through the vice grip of my pulsing, slick pussy, wanting to feel this way as long as possible, but that was only for a few more thrusts. You let out an animalistic cry, drilling into me mercilessly as your cum spewed from your cock into my throbbing pussy. "Yes... yes, that's it... take it like the little whore you are. Take all of my cum. That's it. Fuck yeah... that's a good girl. Mm... such a good little slut," you growl into my ear, making me smile. Amazing how just a little bit of dirty talk can go such a very long way. A Little Discipline The rain started, just as I closed the car door. Grrr.. Why couldn't it wait another 20 minutes! Now my hair will be ruined... I thought of calling and rescheduling, but I didn't know when he would be back in town. I had to make the best of it, and go... besides the curiosity was driving me out of my mind. Jeff... Tall, handsome, successful...and teasing me relentlessly about my blushing each time he spoke. If he only knew what I was thinking, he would know why I have such a hard time in his presence. The clouds opened up and the rain gushed from the dark, blackened sky. I could hear thunder approaching, and lightning began to stretch across the black, crackling as it neared. In my mind, I kept going over the list of instructions I had been given. The rain splashed across my windshield as I drove through standing water, but was not enough to distract my thoughts as I remembered our last visit. He was so calm, as I knocked on his door. His smile melted my heart instantly. I was nervous; as it was the first time he had invited me to his home and was thankful for his calm demeanor. We had some wine, and talked for a long time on his couch. His mind was such a turn on. As it dawned on me how late it was getting, I suggested we get together another time. He lifted his glass one more time, and started walking me back to the door. As I reached for my purse on the table by the door, he grabbed my arm and twirled me around. "I think you need one more thing before you leave." "Wh...what?" I was completely surprised, and his closeness was making me very heady. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in, "Go stand in the corner." "Umm...what?" I gasped in shock. He didn't say anything just held me by the shoulders and walked me to the corner. His body was warm against my back as he closed in behind me. I was starting to shake, from fear and excitement both. Softly his fingers trailed slowly down my arms, burning hotter as he encircled my wrists, and placed my hands against the wall. "Don't move." He growled softly into my ear. I let out a gasp at the sudden realization...that I couldn't move even if I had wanted. My hands remained in place as his hands burned ever hotter through my blouse, skimming across my breasts, circling around my waist, and down my back. His hands hesitated at the small of my back, creating a hot electric current though my body. I closed my eyes and pushed toward the heat source slightly, arching my back as his hands slipped further down. "Mmmmmmm....." He continued with his hands and started to lift my skirt. I began to hesitate, and turn towards him but stopped suddenly. "Don't move." I was frozen in place, yet at the same time, trembling with excitement. Suddenly his fingers were between my legs and rubbing across the thin fabric of my panties. "Ahhh, you have been a bad girl. What have you been thinking about all evening to make your panties so wet?" "I.. I ummm... " "It was that good, huh?" He laughed softly that turned quickly into a growl. His breath was hot, and I ached to turn towards him. "I have just the thing for bad girls." The coolness of the leather touching my ankle made me startle, "W...what?" Again I began to turn to see what was there, only to feel the sudden air, and WHACK! against my outer thigh. "Ooooww! What the..." My hand instinctively went to rub the sting and I tried to turn to face him. And suddenly he had closed in behind me, using his body to push me back into place in the corner. "Disobedient, aren't you? I said, don't move." His words clouded by the physical closeness of him pressing against me. He gently took my hand from my thigh, and placed it back on the wall. I closed my eyes to try to steady the shaking. The heat from his body was so close to mine, the smell of his skin; the mix of cologne, sweat, and smoke. His words were soft, demanding, insistent, he pressed me further into the corner. "I invited a sweet girl into my home, and found instead a naughty one. I am going to make you think about this evening...and how you spent it thinking dirty thoughts about me." My mind was swirling, trying to grasp the meaning and intentions of what he just said, and what he was going to do. I didn't notice he had taken a step back. "Lift your skirt, and show me your panties." "Excuse me, but.." "Lift your skirt." I was starting to shake so hard I steadied myself before taking my hands off the wall. I closed my eyes, and pulled the fabric of my skirt up. "Higher." I continued to pull it till I could feel the fabric around my waist. I was shaking with fear, excitement, and... and desire. I could not move, yet I wanted to turn and rush into his arms. WHACK! Gasp! Before I could speak... WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Swoosh! Splash! BAMM! Lightning flashed across the sky, and the pothole brought me back to reality. I drove further on and went back to checking my list of instructions in my head. Stockings, check, plaid skirt, check, heels, check, paddle, check, crop, check. The rain was coming down in buckets as I pulled up in front of his home. I took a deep breath and grabbed my bag and headed for the door. Lightning struck close by with a thundering loud crack and the entire neighborhood went dark. The noise and sudden darkness stopped me in my tracks, getting soaked while my eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness. I headed up the sidewalk and knocked on his door. He rushed me in the door, and I fell into complete blackness. A flame appeared as he struck it and walked to a table and lit a candle. He continued to light candles around the home, and soon it was softly lit throughout with the glow of flame. He brought me a towel and draped it around me, "Have a seat, dry off. I am sure the power will come right back on." I sat on the couch and noticed the leather ottoman had been moved. A finger swept a hair from my face, and a glass of wine appeared. "Here, get warmed up. You are soaked." He smiled as he handed the glass to me and looked over my appearance. I hoped I had not forgotten anything, though it seemed the evening was ruined. He took a seat in a huge leather chair, and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry about the power. But while you are here, dry off, and relax. Maybe the power will come back on soon." "I don't know about that. I just drove through it, and it looked very bad outside. I think it will storm for a while." "Then you will have no choice but to stay." He smiled. "I have a little something in that drawer, if you care to indulge." I opened the drawer not knowing what to expect. I found a small tray with some pot, and a couple of joints already rolled. I smiled at him, as I knew he had indulged me by having it there. I curled up on the couch, and smoked while watching the candles flicker about the room. I sipped the wine, and listened quietly to him talk, the only distraction the thunder overhead. It could have been the sounds of the evening, the quiet rain, his voice, thunder, his voice, crackling candles, and his voice. Soon half hypnotized by the evening, and stirred again by his voice, he began reaching forward and placed his hands on the edge of the leather ottoman. "It doesn't look like the rain will stop, or that the power will be on soon." "I can go now, head back home. I'm sorry the weath-" breaking midstream as he cut me off. "Maybe you should stay put." My heart raced, pounding in my ears, flushing my face. Suddenly it became very difficult to look at him, staring at his hands and trying not to think of the last time when I was whipped in the corner, and sent on my way holding my behind. Why had I returned? "Did you bring what I asked?" "Yes, they are in the bag by the front door. I set them down when I walked in." "Very good." His hand reached over and touched the inside of my knee, pushing lightly trying to open my legs, and reaching towards my inner thigh. "Stand up. I want to see you." I took his hand as he helped me off the couch, and I instinctively started to pull the hem of my short plaid skirt down modestly. He smiled, "It will be ok. Come sit on the footstool." As I turned to sit down, "No. Sit on your knees." I hesitated but turned and began to push my knee onto the coolness of the leather. "Like this?" trying to situate myself on my knees and keep my skirt down. He laughed at my fumbling, and I started to get up. "No, I think I want you like this. Knees here and elbows here." "Will this be like last time?" I remembered that the last time had left me leaving with a sore bottom. I could barely sit down for a week. "No." I situated my knees and elbows on the ottoman. As I tried to balance, his warm hand moved up my back and circled around the back of my neck. He pushed my head down to the ottoman, causing my back to arch and exposing my panties. "This is how I want you. Listen to me this time, don't move." The smell of the leather was intoxicatingly strong, and I couldn't move. I heard him walk away, and go into another room. I wanted to get up and run out the door. I could hear some shuffling, things moving...then silence. The silence seemed an eternity, I was afraid to move as the room was quickly fading into darkness, as fewer candles remained lit. I closed my eyes and waited. The cold steel sliding across the top of my thigh, scared me and I drew in a sharp breath. "Remember." Oh my God! Is that...a knife? I was afraid to stay still, and afraid to move too. Rrrippp! And he sliced through one side of my panties. The point of the knife slowly trailed around and between my thighs and then... Rrrippp! He sliced through the other side. What was left of my panties fell to the floor. The cool air between my legs was unexpected, making me further aware of just how exposed I was. His fingers slid into the wetness, reminding me of why he punished me last time. Ohhh! "Still making yourself wet, like the naughty girl you are?" His placed his hands on both sides of my bottom, pulling my cheeks further apart. "Let me help you with that." Before I could speak, he buried his tongue into my already wet pussy. "Ooohh God! Mmmmmmm..." "Yes, you can call me your God." His tongue went back to working its magic, flicking and licking my clit. The orgasms began coursing non-stop through my body, causing me to shake and moan. I pushed back towards him, and he pushed me back into place. Oooops! One of my elbows slid too far over and I fell forward, catching myself, and trying to catch my breath. WHACKK! My breath caught in my throat, and I froze. The shock and surprise of the instant pain, made my eyes open wide. "Ooooouuch!" I turned my head and looked. What the...? He has a belt? What? WHACKK! "I'm sure you will understand soon. Now what were your instructions?" His tone, was now very serious. "Don't move. I, uhh, didn't mean to..." I was still shaking and the wetness was starting to go down my leg. WHACKK! "Get back into position." I put my head down between my hands, placed much more carefully on the ottoman, lest I fall again. My body was shaking, from anticipation, fear, excitement, and lust. The warmth was sinking in, my cheeks feeling the blaze from his strikes. As much as I feared it, I could not help but desire more. It was more of a wish that it would never end. His hand slid up my inner thigh, over the black stockings and reaching wetness halfway up. He pulled apart my inner lips and blew softly near them. I just wanted more, and moved my hands to grip the edges of my pedestal and pushed back towards him. WHACKK! WHACKK! "I don't think you quite understand, Lenore. You are here for my pleasure, not your own. Perhaps next time you will follow directions better." WHACKK! WHACKK! Tears immediately filled my eyes. I was trying to follow instructions, but ooohhhh. WHACKK! His fingers slipped inside, and I pushed towards him again. "You just can't help yourself. Well, can never have too much of a good thing." His fingers pushed in and out...and then he stepped back. He put down the belt and sat back into his chair, leaving me exposed and aching for more. "Please?" He laughed, "Yes, you may please me..." He undid the top of his pants, and pulled out his swollen cock. "Come here." Shaking, and I was suddenly aching not only for him, but to please him. I quickly moved to get on my knees in front of his chair. My hand was trembling as I reached for him, almost afraid to touch him... but the desire and curiosity outweighed my fear. Almost like that of a child fascinated by the dancing flame, wanting to touch it, but fear of it burning. As I touched his hard member, I could see the gleam of cum on its tip. I stared intently, not even realizing I had moved forward to taste it. His hand cupped my chin and lifted my eyes to his. "Are you doing this more to please you or me?" He laughed softly, "Careful, now..." He glanced toward his belt on the couch. I wanted to taste him more than anything. I moved forward to kiss the tip of his cock, then slid it in my mouth. MMMMMmmmmm. At the taste and feel of his cock sliding in, I shook with orgasms. He came at me, slipped his hands under my arms and picking me up and pushing me back against the wall. "You will learn." His hands pushed down on my shoulders keeping my back firmly against the wall. As I squatted down he forcibly shoved his cock in my mouth. Using his body to keep me attached to the wall, I could not move. I could only take his cock further into my throat, as he began to push slowly in and out. I grabbed his hips, pushing, trying to move and gain some control, but he held me in place. His thrusts became harder and harder, tears streaming out the corners of my eyes. He thrust hard one last time, holding it hard against my throat making breathing impossible, and burst shooting his cum, choking me and filling me at the same time. As he moved back, I fell forward, gasping for air. My body shook uncontrollably. He helped me to the couch and allowed me to catch me breath. He ran his fingers through my hair, calming me instantly. "Thank you, my pet." The power never came back on that evening. As I was leaving, I realized that he had not even used the things I had brought in the bag. I went to pick it up, and he stopped me. "Leave it, for next time." I left, wondering what would be in store tomorrow, fully realizing I would return...and often. A Little Diversion with Doctor "I've been a bad, bad girl," she thought, humming the tune as she slid into the shower, "I've been careless with a delicate man..." He hadn't even seen her coming. It was boring, toying with rednecks in dive bars while her husband watched, his hands in some girl's quivering crotch, the drinks flowing fast and the bad music faster, the fringes of friend-circles leaving latex in pools in her master bathroom toilet. Eight extracurricular men in a year, not counting the occasional odd blowjob. Three of them in the house. Rhiannah felt jaded, and cynical. Birthdays often did that to her, and October was like that anyway - she often felt the need to go for long drives alone, to misbehave, to rebel against something she didn't name, even to herself. "I have to get out of here," she often said in the autumn. Harvest time. Dr. Shrink hadn't known she would be there, watching him. They'd met before, talked sometimes, but he wasn't expecting an invitation to lunch. "Sure," he smiled. She was a little surprised he agreed - she didn't think much of herself, sometimes, and it wasn't always taken for granted that her playthings would come along so easily, but come along they did, and he smiled again and asked her what he'd done to deserve such good fortune this day. "Nothing," she replied. "You're buying me lunch, not the other way around." He grinned as though women came up to him and demanded lunch on a daily basis. "Okay." They sat in the small Chinese restaurant, selected for ambience - she wasn't a big fan of the food - and sipped Volcanoes as she picked at her soup and he ate like there was no tomorrow. They chatted amiably for awhile, and he looked at her suddenly, reaching across the table to tilt her chin up to see her eyes. "Are you very unhappy?" he asked. She started. "Of course not, idiot. I'm fine. How rude." She tried to laugh it off, but as they ate he asked those leading shrink questions, as shrinks will. How was she, how were things going, how was the job, how was married life, oh, do tell about the lifestyle changes, hmmmm, oh? He nodded, she answered somewhat perfunctorily but with a certain edge of something - teasing, maybe, or anger, hard to say which. "Tell me about this lover," he said, ordering more drinks. She blushed. "Not much to tell, really. He lives far away, he's brilliant, he's handsome, he's busy a lot, he doesn't like me to be bored," she answered, smiling sideways and slurping her straw. "Been seeing him long?" he prodded. "Um, about a year since we met, I guess," she said. "he's really smart.. I like him lots," she added, an idea germinating in her mind. "When I tell him I saw you and made you buy me lunch, he'll ask me what else I made you do." He laughed heartily. "Oh, really? Likes to hear about your misadventures and exploits, does he?" She nodded, but didn't say anything, and talk turned to other subjects. Rhi deflected his suspicion, or thought she had, until he asked her very seriously if she was really all right, if she was safe, if she needed his help. She blinked once, and remembering that he knew more of her than many people, answered honestly (i'm fine, i'm okay, i just had a bad week), and he began to talk to her about her stress level. This really wouldn't do. She'd seen the move in a bad movie once but really hadn't tried it much, so slipping off one shoe she trailed her stocking toe up his leg. That shut him up. So easy. From doctor to man in one simple step, she thought, and smiled at him innocently. "Rhiannah, darling, I..." he trailed off as her toes found his fly and rubbed gently. He was half-hard before i got there, she smirked, and let him swell under her massaging foot until he was sweating across the table. "Check please," she grinned at the Asian waiter, and slapped it down in front of him. "I'll meet you outside," she said, slipped her shoe back on, and walked out to his car. When he arrived in the parking lot a few minutes later, she was leaning against the hood of his bathtub Porsche applying lip gloss. He let her in to the passenger seat and got in, saying "I have a client in an hour, but what was that in there?" She didn't answer, just stared him in the eyes and reached for his khaki covered crotch. "I don't suppose you wear boxers?" she half-asked, unzipping him to check. "Damn.. thought not. Oh well, can't be helped now," she muttered and leaned over the gearshift, popping his belt and button with one hand, unzipping further with the other. She slid his dick out of his tightie whities ("such a shame, i was really hoping for boxers with pineapples or flamingoes or stripes or something") and tilted her head to taste him. He groaned, and ran his fingers through her hair, which fell over her face, over his lap, over his knee, and he shuddered as he pulled it back behind her so he could see. "This is so unethical, Rhi, you can't believe it," he moaned. "Fuck you, Doctor," she shot back, leaving his erection wet and waiting. "One battery of tests six years ago does not mean you're my shrink, so shut up." He obeyed compliantly, meek as a lamb, and she lowered her mouth to him again. "Besides, you like it." And like it he did, as she sucked his cock, swirling it into her mouth, sucking and licking and pulling it deep into the back of her throat until he was so ready.... "Unnngghhh.. on the car, baby, please?" he moaned. "Not without latex," she shot back. "And i have to get back, you can't be cumming all over me." He moaned. He stuttered. He nearly cried, he was so frustrated. No, she wouldn't swallow, she only did that with fluid bonded partners. No, he couldn't fuck her unprotected. Finally, fumbling, he produced a condom from his wallet. She took it, looked it over, decided it was relatively new and not one that would cause her sensitive skin to swell. "Well, okay, but on one condition," she said, staring him down. "Take me to your office." She zipped him up and palmed the condom, and he drove the four blocks in record Porsche time. Slipping in the back door, he rushed her along the hall to his office door, opened it and hurriedly snuck her inside. She laughed and waved the condom at him. The doctor reached for her, sliding her shirt up and off, pulling her nipples free from her bra, sucking and licking at them while trying desperately to get her pants down. She didn't attempt to remove his clothes but let him tear at hers, hopping up on his desk, shoving papers to the floor and knocking over a rather large, ugly paperweight. He leaned into her and nuzzled his head into her torso, snaking his tongue out to lick his way down. He pulled her jeans off, and her socks.. she fully naked now, he still dressed, and she hopped off the desk and moved to his analyst's couch, sliding one leg up the back, the other over it, crossed, her arms across her chest, smirking. The shrink came unglued. He muffled a roar and went for her, pulling her legs apart, sliding his face between her thighs, licking and nibbling at her until she grabbed him by the hair. He took the condom from her outstretched hand and slid it on, fucking into her in one long thrust. He fucked her almost brutally, slamming into her, reaching for her hand. "Masturbate for me," he growled. "Let me see you cum around me." She grinned. Well, well. The old boy had a fun streak after all. And with the condom, maybe some stamina. She squeezed his cock tightly to slow him and slid her hand to her clit, locking her thighs around his hips to control him. "You stay still and let me," she said, and he held still, his hands on her thighs, moving up to part her pussy lips so he could watch her stroke herself. She slid a finger between the inner lips of her cunt and pulled up to find her clit, small, hot and hard. She teased it with her middle finger in a light circular motion, moving her hand down to brush his cock inside her and back up. Her hips undulated against him, and she tightened on him to get the right angle.. and "Fuck me, just a little," she said. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and was actively biting his lip. Moans escaped him as she fucked him. "Oh, ggggod, you're so hot," he mumbled. "Shuttup," she replied. She closed her eyes and let her fingers swirl around her clit as he fucked her a little deeper, a little harder, and ohhhh... "I'm gonna come, fuck me hard," she snarled, and he let go and pounded into her until they both exploded in orgasm, her fingers still between them. She sat up, grabbed her clothes, and was dressed before he'd recovered. "When can I see you again?" he panted, as she headed for the door. "I'll call you," she waved, "and thanks for lunch, Doctor." She flounced out the back door, turned the corner to her car, and smiled. A Little Drama Standing in the wings of the high school theater, Jeff half-heartedly watched the play rehearsal. In his last semester of his senior year, he had taken drama as a blow-off class that happened to have a bunch of girls. The best part was that many of the girls in the play he had never had classes with before - a new field to play in! As always, several girls had attracted his attention. But on this night the play was competing for his interest with Meredith, a brunette in a sloppy t-shirt and jeans. Meredith worked on the crew of the show - organizing the prop table and pulling the curtain. She was stuck in the side of the stage at her place. So Jeff, with only a small part, had the freedom of action to move about and steal glances at her usually without her noticing. Meredith was cute. Her hair was short and straight. He had long figured out that the oversize t-shirts were her way of covering her ample breasts. She gave the impression of a tomboy. Talking a little tough and hanging out with the guys, Meredith seemed a little ashamed of her proper and feminine name. Jeff often wondered why he had not noticed her before. She was also about to graduate, but they had never had a class together. If Jeff's approach to Meredith was a little callous, it was because he had just had a messy breakup with a girlfriend of nine months. All the sweetness and turmoil of that long relationship had left him unready for romance in a new relationship. He just needed some girl! His surreptitious glances had revealed to him that maybe Meredith was as ready as he was. As he watched her from the opposite wing of the stage, he noticed that she was catching glimpses of him from behind the curtain. When he approached her up the stairs from off stage right, she had tied the bottom of her t-shirt behind her, tightening the front just a bit. Finally, after a couple of hours of cat and mouse Jeff came up to Meredith and brushed her shoulders with his fingertips. She leaned back into his touch and he began to massage her shoulders in earnest. She surprised him with a quick turn and a short kiss on the lips. "I'll meet you at the back of the auditorium after the rehearsal," she whispered. She walked a few steps away - preparing to hand a fake milkshake to one of the actors. Jeff remembered little of the rehearsal after that. His part was so small that it wasn't rehearsed that night. And his heated imagination caused him to sit like an audience member to conceal his hard-on. Suddenly he couldn't understand why he hadn't made a pass at Meredith before. He now understood that she was the sexiest girl in school and the more he thought of her the more attractive she became. He knew almost nothing about her, but suddenly her image filled his mind. He thought of her laughing and pouting, dressed in a jumper and then in overalls. He tried to imagine what she might be wearing beneath her clothes and what she might look like without anything on at all. For the first time in his adult life, he would pass all of the preliminary stops and just have a passionate affair with a girl. He began to search his mind for all of the chance encounters he had had with Meredith over the past few months - and maybe they weren't so chance after all. Like the night after his eighteenth birthday party when he was at Luigi's with friends and she had come to his table to mention what a coincidence it was that their birthdays were so close. How could he have been so blind? Why hadn't his friends told him that this amazingly cute girl was hitting on him. He kept trying to remember if he had ever sneeked a peek at her cleavage. No - he thought - she always kept too well covered. Despite the dull pain in his jeans from concealing himself so long, the rehearsal did finally come to an end. A few minutes passed, and Jeff had a faint worry that Meredith had just been teasing him. Maybe she wouldn't come. The first thought that he might be angry at her had just crossed his mind - and deflated the tent in his pants - when he saw her emerge from behind the stage. Only a couple of people were still around to see his surprise at the change in her. The tomboyish hottie in the t-shirt had changes into a little dress and had makeup on her face. She didn't look bad at all, but to Jeff her quick-change seemed like a fence of femininity erected to standardize their "relationship." It wasn't enough to put him off, though, especially since for the first time he had a really good view of her magnificent cleavage. She walked up the aisle toward him. Without a word, she shrugged a shoulder for him to follow and she exited the back of the auditorium. He did follow and was rewarded with a passionate kiss as soon as they stood together outside the school. Her lipstick tasted a little waxy and he was surprised by her vehemence, but he took it as a good sign. He put his arms around her. She was surprisingly slim in the dress. He liked the feel of the soft material. They pressed against each other and he was very aware of her top pushing into him and lower down his pushing against her. Her kissing was a little wild. Again, a good sign. He decided to go for it and reached down behind her to grab her bottom and push it to him. She squirmed and used her elbows to break his hands free, murmuring "Unh Unh" as they continued to kiss. Her little struggle only turned him on more. Light blinded his eyes for a second and he realized that it came from the car of the campus security guard. That guy must get some nice views, Jeff thought to himself. He grabbed Meredith's hand and guided her through the oak trees to a more secluded spot. He tried again. This time he ran his hands up from her waist. Turns out she wasn't as sensitive about her boobs as she was about her butt. A couple of soft squeezes without a protest led him to handle her a little more roughly. Man, she felt great. He had never been with a girl who had such great breasts. And she was pushing back into his hands as he felt her. He was surprised at how almost mean he felt as he just continued to feel her without thinking of how she thought about it. What a dream. Still bolder, he slipped a thumb into her dress to pull it off her shoulder. She shrugged away. "Not here," was all she said. Well, he'd have to find a better place then. The parking lot wasn't far. He led her to his car. He opened the back door. "Oh." She sounded a little deflated. He didn't really care. She did get in the back seat and he thought that was good sign number three. Inside the car he did slow down a little bit. He kissed her more softly and said a few sweet nothings to coax her along. She soon came around and was into it again. The windows started to steam up a little. He moved his hand around to the zipper of her dress. She let him slide it down. She didn't even tease him with her bra. As soon as her top was down she shrugged out of the straps and folded the cups down. He couldn't believe his eyes. In the halflight thrown by the parking lot lights he saw her large, pale breasts. She had small nipples - out of proportion, but so hot and inviting and a little pointy. She even held her breasts up for him. He took her bait and began kissing them all over, his hands roaming free. With any of his previous girls, being admitted to such delights would have satisfied him for several dates. The only girl he had dated with breasts near this great had strung him along for weeks letting him fondle her without even removing her heavily laced bra. The frustration of that girl's tease made Jeff more aggressive now. Getting this far this fast only made him want it all. He lifted his head to kiss her a couple of times and then went for broke. Without a word he lifted her skirt and ducked his head under it. "No!" He heard her but it didn't register. He was all focused on the cotton panties with the little flower on the band. He could tell she was moist and he was ready. "No!" She shouted louder this time. Her legs banged closed - hitting his head pretty roughly. He flashed angrily as he rose up. Then he realized she was crying. "This is all wrong," she cried softly. He slumped back against the car door, the handle in his back. His mouth and cheeks were cool as the air hit the moisture left after he had made out with her breasts. He still couldn't help glancing at them. They were so gorgeous. She caught his glance and pulled her bra back on. Jeff knew what the problem was. He was the good boy living out a fantasy of a quickie with a busty slut. She was a shy tomboy who had finally managed to attract the attention of a boy she had wanted for a while. For her, a romance. For him, a fling. There was no fixing it. No matter how romantic he could be, she would remember only the creep diving under her skirt before she was ready. And he couldn't get the thought of being offered that rack on a first time together - not even a first date. On both sides, the innocence was gone in that first few minutes together. They never talked again.