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A Phone Call

By: Ladysilk



". . . So, you say you're just wearing a white tank top and panties, huh?"

"Yeah - nuthin' fancy, just a white cotton top with a little bit of lace in the front. It's a bit too small you know, cuz it shrunk a bit, so it's pretty tight across my breasts."

"Hmmm . . . I'm imagining that. Can you see the colour of your nipples through the material?"

"Well, my nipples are really hard and sticking out against the material, but I can't really see the colour. Wait a minute . . ." He hears the sound of water in the background. " . . .oooohhhh that feels nice. I threw water all over the front of my top - it's so refreshing! Oh, the top is almost sheer now and really clinging! Yup my nipples are nice and dark rosy pink. MMMmmm . . "

"Uh huh. And what do your panties look like?"

"Well let's see. They're this stretchy, sheer, lacy material, what there is of it. They barely cover my trimmed bush and bottom."

"Hey, nice. I like it when women wear stretchy lace panties. It makes slipping my hand down into them easier. Wanna know what I'm wearing?"

"Sure - of course."

"Just tight faded jeans with a shredded hole in the right knee and another rip at the top of my left thigh. I got snagged by a nail once so now I've got a small scar on my leg. My ex- girlfriend loved to lick it when I wore these jeans. We almost got kicked off a bus once when she leaned over and did that. She was a bit wild."

"Mmmmmmm tight jeans and hot licks!"

"Yeah but they won't be on much longer though. I'm already getting hard and we haven't even gotten started yet! Oh and I'm not wearing anything else. Just these jeans."

"No underwear? Hhmmmm."

"Yeah feels very, uh free. Wonder what it would feel like to go out and walk down the street like this."

"I've done that before, wearing a skirt though. A long loose one and a garter belt, stockings and a blouse but no bra. I'm not very big busted so I can get away with it. I got so horny walking down the street knowing that I had on no panties. It was a hot day with a cool breeze and when the wind blew just right, it would go right up between my legs and blow on my wet pussy. It was all I could do not to stop in my tracks, spread my legs and let the breeze play with me."

"Wow, that's like something from the movies or rock video, you know, where they show the straight-laced school teacher or secretary with her hair pulled back in a real tight bun, wearing a shapeless outfit down to there and buttoned up to there. But then after hours she pulls down her hair, rips open her blouse and what do you know - she's got these really great tits falling out of her black lacy bra, with hard pink nipples showing through the lace. Then she pulls off her skirt and she's wearing tiny black thong panties and black lace garter belt. Man! Do you think that really happens?"

"Sure. You never know what someone is wearing under his or her clothes. Just the same as you never know from looking at someone what kind of person they are. Party animal or homebody. Looks are deceiving."

"Yeah. Well people look at me and know that I like to party! I just wanna have fun while I can. And this phone sex stuff seemed like a great way to have fun. Do you drink?"

"Yeah - I'm having a bit of wine now and its making me feel all warm and relaxed. I'm just lying here on my bed with a couple of candles lit. Mmmmm my nipples are really hard and sticking out . . . Damn!"

"What's wrong?"

"My top has dried out already. My body must be really hot, literally. Hang on a second . . ." He hears a muffled sound as she places the receiver on the bed. "There that's better. Now we're both topless!"

"Oh yeah. Bare tits and hard nipples. So how small are your boobs anyway?"

"They're a nice handful, a bit more then my hand but enough to fill a man's open hand. Mmmmm a strong hand firmly covering them with rough callused palms pressing against my hard pointy nipples . . . mmmmmm! They're nice and firm and jiggle when I walk or when I sit up like this and shake my shoulders."

"Oh yeah babe! Shake 'em. Shake those tits for me!"

"Mmmmm nice hard nipples. Unfortunately, my tits aren't big enough that I can lift them up and lick them. I really envy women who can do that. It must be mind blowing to be able to lick your own nipples . . . OHhh! I heard that! Moaning already are you? And just what are you, ah up to huh?"

"Just rubbing myself through my jeans. I saw a movie on a TV one night - one of those adult ones you know? And this one woman had these really big tits, so big that she could lift them up, lick the top of them and suck her own nipples. I got so hard I almost came in my pants. Good thing I wasn't alone that night. My ex-girlfriend loves porno movies as much as I do. She unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock, then whipped out her tits and let me fuck them while I watched the slut on TV go at it. Fuck, I wish you were sitting here with me so I could play with your little titties and pull on your hard nipples."

"MMMmmmmm oh yeah. That would feel so good. Mmmmm . . . I'm squeezing my tits pretending it's your hands on them. So hot, so strong, squeezing them and pushing them together, kneading them with your hands. Can you feel my hard nipples against your palms? My big hard nipples?"

"Oh yeah, that's it. Sqeeeezzzeee them for me. Yeah!"

"Mmmmmmm I just rubbed the cold wet wine glass against one of the nipples. Oh, it made my nipple all wet and really hard now! It looks like someone just licked it. Oohh, I just love having my nipples licked. I love the feeling of a hot, wet tongue flicking quickly over the tip of the nipple. Or a flattened tongue slowly circling the nipple and licking my tits all over. And I really love the feeling of soft, wet lips sucking and pulling on my nipples real slow and hard. I could just sit here all night and have someone suck on my nipples and lick my tits I just love it so much!"

"If I were there, I'd be playing with them as long as you would stand it. I love playing with tits. Big ones, small ones, firm ones, soft ones. Doesn't matter what size - I love 'em all. I love watching women in the summer walking down the street. With some of those bras they wear these days, man, you can see everything! And they don't stop their boobs from bouncing either. Hah! I heard that sigh! My ex-girlfriend loved having her tits licked and sucked. She even poured Irish Cream all over them once, straddled my chest and pushed them down onto my face making me lick them clean, as if I needed any encouragement! Then she slid down and poured the rest of the Cream all over my cock and balls and licked up every drop . . . including my creamy contribution. Ah ha! Was that a moan this time? Hmmmm really getting into this phone sex thing aren't you!"

"Sure am! That's a darned good combination! Soft tits and a hard cock covered in a creamy liquid. Gotta try that one sometime! What else did she like you do with her tits?"

"Well, sometimes we'd park way out on this deserted road and fool around. She loved it when I'd push her back against the door, yank open her top and lick her tits all over sometimes not even touching her nipples. I'd tease her just licking all that soft warm skin making her tits nice and wet."

"Oh, yeah - making out in the car! Keep going . . ."

"She'd grab my head and push a big hard nipple into my mouth when she couldn't stand it anymore. I'd suck it as hard as I could, pulling and twisting it with my lips and even suck in as much flesh around the nipple as I could . . ."

" . . . ooooohhhhh yyyeeaahhh . . ."

"Ya like that huh? I'd just kept sucking and sucking, going back and forth to both nipples, sometimes running my tongue over her tits and between them to get to the other one. She'd get so hot! She'd start moaning and groaning and breathing heavy. She didn't care if anyone drove by and saw us or not! One time she got so damned horny, she shoved me down so my head was between her legs - and she was still wearing her jeans! I couldn't believe the heat coming off her pussy through them she was that excited! I didn't even get the chance to undo her pants or anything, cuz she was holding my head down there, humping against my face. All I could do was put my mouth over the crotch of her jeans and blew hot air through them and nibble through the material. She came so hard and fast, I had to hold her hips down to keep from getting a fat lip."

"Oh yeah! I know what that's like, being so hot and horny from having my nipples sucked. So, what did she do for you after? I mean, she got off, what about you?"

"Well, I let her catch her breath and then I leaned back against the door. I had already unzipped my jeans when I was doing her, cuz I was so hard. She caught on pretty fast to what I wanted. Next thing I knew her head was in my crotch with she her lips wrapped around my boner. And could she ever suck! I came shooting loads of hot cream right down her throat. She took every drop and licked her lips afterwards looking for more! She sure loved sucking me off, yup!"

"I'll bet! You know, as soon as you said your face was between her legs, I moved my right hand from my tit and placed it between my legs. I can feel how hot I am through my panties. OOhhh, I can even feel my juices leaking through the crotch. Maybe I should start thinking of taking them off. What do you think?"

"Fuckin' good idea! Then you can see you pretty little trimmed bush. How much of it do you shave?"

"Well, once I shaved it all off, just to see what it felt like. I mean ALL the hair in front and right between my legs. It felt great. Too bad I hadn't done that before I went walking around in a skirt and no panties. Anyway, that night I got the best pussy licking ever! My boyfriend just kept running his tongue all over the bare skin. It was so incredible! I just came and came before he barely got started. He was so turned on by my bald mound and orgasms that we balled all night long! I let the hair in front grow back and keep it trimmed into a nice strip but I still completely shave around my pussy lips so they're nice, smooth and lickable. Did I finally hear the sound of a zipper? What took you so long?"

"That shaved pussy licking just got me so hard. Man! Just thinking of all that pink, slippery, wet cunt flesh. My cock is standing straight up and throbbing. And it's definitely more than a handful I can tell you, since it's in my hand right now. Yeah, I'm stroking my cock for you babe, slowly. You ever watch a guy beat off?"

"Actually a few times. My ex sometimes liked to do that. He'd be fucking me and suddenly pull out, straddle me and jerk off all over my stomach just like the porn guys do. Sometimes he wouldn't even fuck me, he'd just jerk off all over my tits. Usually he would eat me first, sometimes after. I really got off on watching his hand stroking his hard cock. Sometimes he'd play with his balls at the same time and sometimes I'd do it for him. It was great. Have you ever done that, you know, masturbated in front of someone?"

" 'Fraid not. But I'd like to for sure! My ex-girlfriend used to give me a hand job and let me cum all over her tits. That was cool."

"Yeah, there's nothing like watching a guy's cock pumping in his fist, hearing him moaning and groaning and then shooting all that nice creamy cum all over my tits and stomach. I like to run my hands all over my wet tits afterwards and lick the cum off them. Mmmmm tasty!"

"Finger lickin' good huh?"

"You bet. You know what else is finger lickin' good? When a guy pumps his fingers in and out of my wet muff and then sucks the juice off afterwards. I love a guy who appreciates a tasty pussy."

"Oh yeah, sweet. I love cunt cream. But, did you ever lick your pussy juice off his fingers for him?"

"Mmmmm nnoooo, but sometimes he'd kiss me after going down on me. Man, his lips would be so soft and hot after eating me. I've never really given much thought to doing it with a woman - sorry - I know that's a BIG male fantasy, but somehow I didn't mind tasting my own pussy on his lips. Mind you, he was the best kisser! And could he ever eat pussy, like it was going out of style. I had to practically drag him up for air. I remember one time, we were at his place, it was a beautiful hot summer night and we took it into our minds to go out into the fenced backyard and get it on. So off we went, fully dressed and when we got to the fence he had me turn around and grab hold of it. Well, he reached around, undid my jeans pulled them off and spread my legs as far apart as possible. I mean, I was completely exposed and open from the waist down. Then he knelt down behind me and licked my pussy from top to bottom. He just kept running his tongue all over it flicking my clit and then fucking me with it. Man - it was so good! I was so fucking hot standing outside like that with my boyfriend's face between my legs."

"You're kidding! Outside? What about the neighbours?"

"It was two o'clock or so in the morning and really dark, not even any moonlight. No one could have seen us without night vision binocs. Anyway, that was the last thing on our minds. And we were really quiet. That was the hardest part. Wouldn't have wanted to get the neighbourhood hounds howling! But he got me off right then and there. Didn't take long I was so turned on! Oohhhh was that rustling sound your jeans finally coming off, huh?"

"Yeah, I think it's time I got naked. Anyway, I had to stop jacking off for a minute cuz I was getting' too close to blowing my load!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I had to stop stroking my pussy too. By the way, I just took my panties off. The crotch is soaked with pussy juice."

"Wow, if I were there I'd lick them clean then dive down and lick your hot wet cunt dry."

"Oh yeah . . . wait, hang on a minute. I need to get some more wine."

"Sure, that's a good idea. Maybe we should cool down for a minute. I'll just go stand in front of the fridge for a few minutes, cool off and grab something other than my cock - ha ha - grab a beer that is."

(Pause)

"Hi, I'm back . . . hello . . .?"

"Hey there, yeah I'm still here. Believe me, I'm not going anywhere in this condition. So, did you get more wine?"

"Yeah, in fact I just brought the whole bottle over. I'm sitting back again against the pillows with my knees bent and my legs spread wide with the bottle between them. Its cold, but you know its kind of a nice feeling. Hot wet pussy against cold wet glass - mmmmmm. You know I've heard of people using ice cubes to rub all over each other. I always thought that was kind of - I don't know, not weird, but kind of defeats the purpose of getting each other hot you know? But this feels really good."

"Hhmmmm yeah, I've heard of that too. Only what I heard was having a woman go down on a guy with a small bit of ice in her mouth. Don't know though. I think I'll just keep the beer bottle up here close to my mouth. But you do whatever you want with that hard bottle. You ever - you know - get so horny and - you know - need something hard filling your hot little pussy - well you know . . ."

"What, like a wine bottle? Is that what you want to know? Oohhh aren't you naughty!"

"No! Well, yeah, that or a vibrator or dildo. Have you?"

"To anyone else, I would definitely say, 'I beg your pardon! Of course not! How could you ask such a question?' But since we're both sitting around naked with our hands between our legs, it's a bit too late for me to act like a prissy little virgin. So, the official answer is yes to the wine bottle and a vibrator. But the only vibrator I have is like a little tongue."

"A toy vibrating tongue? Serious?"

"Oh yeah. I'm definitely serious. It's this small vibrator - but it has this attachment at the end that's shaped like a soft tongue and it vibrates so it feels like someone's licking you."

"And does it?"

"Yeah, it sure does. I let it lick my juicy pussy to get it nice and wet before I place it against my hard clit. I go back and forth like that until I cum. Doesn't take long with that. It's handy for quickies. Aaahhh, you're moaning again. And do I hear wet sounds too? Did you oil your hands or something?"

"Yeah, massage oil - just a bit. And I didn't oil my hands, I poured it right onto my cock and let it dribble down onto my balls then rubbed it all over my hard rod. Its all shiny now like someone's been sucking on it. Oh yeah and the oil is flavoured like - what's that white, creamy coconut-rum drink?"

"White and creamy huh? Oh you must mean a Pina Colada. Hhmmmm just imagine all those women sitting outside in the hot summer sun, wet, pink lips wrapped around long straws sucking back creamy Pina Coladas. Very subliminal. And I always thought I loved them for the taste. Wish I were sucking your Penis Colada right now. Real slllooowwwly, sucking and licking your hard cock, feeling it throb in my mouth. Up and down. Round and round. Mmmm all that white cream oozing slowly between my lips and down my throat as I suck you off. Mmmmmm."

"Mmmm yeah aahh. There's so much cum it dribbles out the sides of your mouth and down your chin. Doesn't it? Oh yeah babe, I can hear wet sounds on you end too. Tell me what are you doing! Do you have a finger up your cunt yet?"

"Ooooohhhh yeah, I've got two fingers shoved in, fucking my pussy. No! Make that three fingers stuffed into it now. Oooohhhhhh if only you were between my legs, your big hard cock filling my cunt up and fucking me. Aaaahhhhh Wow you're really pumping your cock now, aren't you! Oh yeah it's sounds so good. Oh I need the tongue!" (He hears a drawer open and then a soft buzzing sound.) "Ooooohhhhh yeah! Lick it babe! Yeah, lick my hot wet cunt hole. Lick my clit! Aaaahhhhh . . ."

"Oh yeah! Yeah! Do it babe! Yeah that's it! Oh God! Oh God! OOOOhhhh yeah it's soooooo goood . . . Oh man I can't hold back any longer . . . Oh babe . . . I'm going to . . . cum . . . I'm going to . . ."

"Oh yeah, that's it baby, cum all over me - cum all over my tits, oh yeah! OH YEAH! Oooooohhhhhh yyyyeessssss, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes . . ."

"Yeah, babe, aaahhh, all . . . over . . . your . . . tits! oooooooooo"

(Long pause)

"Oh yeah, that was something wasn't it?"

"Yes it was really good mmmmm. So, what do you think, would you like to do it again?"

"You know I would. Yeah, I'd definitely do it again . . . if you wouldn't mind. What do you think?"

"Sure - you've got my voice mail box number. Just leave me a message sometime and we'll set up another "date". Maybe we could ah, do "dinner" you know? Food can be just as much fun as the "tongue" or a cold bottle of wine. But I just need to know one thing first."

"Yeah, anything."

"What's your name?"

A Phone Call



They hadn’t been together for over a week but it seemed longer. They just couldn’t arrange time away or they were never alone long enough to be able to meet. They were each frustrated at this obstacle. 

They were both aching for each other. They had both dreamt of each other, yearned for each other’s embrace and attentions. 

They had talked several times by phone and it only made things worse but they still liked hearing each other’s voice. He liked her sexy pleasant tone. She loved his soft and gentle voice. It made her feel warm and melted her every time. But this was torture to both of them. They saw no end to their separation in site.

Finally one early afternoon he was home alone for a short time. He dialed her private number thinking he would hear her voice on the voice mail and at least leave her a message letting her know he was thinking of her. 

To his surprise after only a few rings she answered, “ Hello.” When she heard him on the line he heart leapt and began to beat faster. 

When he said, “Hello, baby. I miss you. How are you?” 

She answered, “Hey Hello. I’m ok. I miss you to. How are you?” 

He answered “Very horny.” 

She laughed and said, “ So Am I!”

They talked for a while commiserating about their inability to get together and about what they might do about it and when they might be together. He was amazed at the effect just her voice had on him. He was as hard as a rock from just talking with her on the phone. 

She too was surprised at her reaction to his voice as she felt a tingle between her legs and a hardening of her nipples.

This was so unlike her. She was normally so in control of her reactions and emotions, but not with him. With him, even by phone apparently, she was easily aroused and heading towards being out of control. Damn it, she thought. 

He told her he was alone but she wasn’t and could not leave to join him. He was disappointed. After a pause where neither of them said anything she asked him, “ Are you hard right now?” 

He said in a low voice, “Very.” 

She said, “ Ummmm good.” She asked him of he was holding himself stroking his cock. 

He said, “ No. Would you like that if I was?” 

To which she said, “ Oh yeah. Will you? Would you take it out now and stroke it so I can hear you?” 

He did as she asked even as she was asking even surprising himself. As he did he moved into the bedroom to be more comfortable and laid back across the bed as he dropped his pants and began to stroke his hard cock with one hand while he held the phone with the other. 

He was remembering her as he last saw her on ‘The Ride’. The passion in her eyes and in her kiss. Her with her pants off and sitting on his cock riding him up and down. Her pussy so warm and wet and her tits so big and beautiful under his hands. 

She heard him moving and asked, “ Are you doing it for me now?” 

He said, “Yes. And I moved to the bedroom to lay down so I could relax while I do it and talk to you.” 

She said, “ Good. I’m so jealous. I want to be there to see or do it for you.” 

He moaned his approval and said, “ I wish you were here too. When I close my eyes I can see you pulling on my cock while you suck it just like you did in the car when we went for ‘The Ride’.” 

He heard her laugh and could tell she was smiling when she answered back, “ Oh yeah, I loved that. I liked sucking your cock in the car. You tasted so good and you cock was so thick and long in my mouth.”

He slowed his strokes to enable him to regain a little control. He then asked her where she was in her home. She said she was upstairs but the cleaning woman was there and kept coming past her. 

He then asked her, “What are you wearing?” She answered that she had just gotten out of the shower after returning home from a workout and had on her robe. 

This made him even harder as he knew what she looked like fresh from the shower in that robe from their first encounter. He asked her to go into another room where she would be alone. 

She said, “Okay.” And he heard her breathing increase as she walked and then he heard a door close in the background. All the while he was stroking his cock and thinking of her walking in front of him in her robe. Oh he could picture the curve and movement of her ass as she walked in front of him. 

He asked her where she went. She told him she went into the bathroom and locked the door. He asked her if she was excited and wet. She told himshe was very excited and wet. 

She said, “I want you so bad.” 

He asked, “Would you take off your robe?” 

She answered, “ I am already naked. And my hands were in my pussy the minute I closed the door. And I am so wet I can’t believe it.” 

He moaned his approval and increased the speed of his stroke.

She asked, “Are you stroking your cock for me? Are you thinking of me while you do?”

He simply replied, “ Yes, baby.” As he listened to her moan at the other end and imagined her standing in her bathroom holding the phone with her shoulder and her hands in and on her pussy. One hand spreading her lips while the other worked her lips and her clit, which was growing more sensitive with every word from him. 

She gazed at herself in the mirror and blushed at her brazenness but didn’t stop. She was far past being embarrassed or caring. She was hot and very, very horny. And hearing him on the line and knowing he was lying there with his cock in his hand only made her hotter and wetter. 

She could see his cock if she closed her eyes. Oh the big head of his hard cock. His long thick shaft. And his large balls. She thought she could even smell him, taste him as she remembered the last time she had seen him on ‘The Ride’. She had sucked his cock and licked his balls then and enjoyed the smell and taste of him on her for the rest of the afternoon after their time together.

Her excitement was incredible. She wondered, what is becoming of me. She was reduced to a wet quivering mass after just talking to him for a few minutes. Here she was standing naked in her bathroom with her hands working her now soaking wet pussy while she just talked with him on the phone. She sighed and at the same time smiled at herself in the mirror lack of control. 

She heard him talking and her mind came back to focus on what he was saying. 

He asked, “ Will you cum for me?” 

She replied, “Yes, yes. Are you going to cum for me?” 

He said, “ Oh yeah. I just don’t know how long I can last. I can’t believe how excited you make me. Or how close I am.” 

She whispered back, “ Ummm. I’m so glad I make you hard and excited. I am so close too. I miss you so much.” 

They listened not saying anything as they each pleasured themselves moaning and groaning into the phone so the other would know how much they wanted each other. It wouldn’t be long now. He could feel his pleasure building. His balls were tightening against his body. He was newly aware of how aware she had made him of his reaction to her. 

He said to her, “ You make me so hot. I’m going to cum soon. Are you close?” 

She heard him but did not answer right away. She was still working her pussy and clit with one hand while she was now pinching and pulling her nipples with her other hand. 

She heard his voice and realized what he was saying and said, “ Oh yes. Are you hard and ready to cum for me? I am sooo close. I’m going to cum too. Cum for me. I want to hear you cum.”

He didn’t disappoint her. When he heard her voice he began to stroke himself harder and faster squeezing the head of his cock as he did. In seconds he felt the release coming from deep inside. His cock erupted with an explosion of cum that shot up and onto his chest and continued to shot as he moaned into the phone as he shot cum all over his chest and abdomen. After his third blast he came to his senses enough to hear her moaning with pleasure at the other end. 

She told him more than asked him, “ Are you cumming for me? Mmmm . I can almost taste you. Is it all over? It's all mine. I want it all. I want to lick it all up I want to taste you as I clean every last drop….” And then she didn’t say anything. She was quiet.

He asked, “ Are you ok?” No answer. The he asked,” You’re cumming aren’t you?” 

She mumbled, “Yessssss, I’m so wet for you. I’m so wet. You get me so hot.” 

He said to her in a soft and soothing voice as he felt his own cum, “ Yeah baby. Come on, cum for me. Give it to me. I want to hear you.” 

He then heard her cry out in a murmur, “ Oh, baby I’m cummin’ I want you. Oh yeesss.” And then there was nothing but her fast and shallow breathing at the other end of the phone for a long few moments. 

He finally asked, “Are you okay baby?” 

She purred her response, “ Oh yeah. I’m okay that was so good. That was amazing. I came so much. I’m sooo wet. Oh I miss you and want you in me.” 

He said to her, “ I miss you too. You wouldn’t believe how much cum there is here.” 

She answered him by saying, “ Stop. You’ll just make me miss you more. I want it bad enough. I can just imaging you laying there with me licking you clean.” 

He again moaned and felt a twinge in his balls. He heard her moving and asked her if she was okay. 

She said she was but she thought she better get out of the bathroom before anyone became too suspicious. He said ok and they said their good byes and hung up. 

They were both temporarily satisfied but they both knew this would only serve to make things more intense the next time they were together. Which they both hoped would be very soon.



A Phone Call



She pressed the second quarter into the payphone slot, feeling the ridges of the coin slip away as the pad of her index finger lingered to touch that dark crease.

"Hello?" His voice was deep.

"Hi...Its Dana. I just arrived at your airport. I have a hotel reservation, but I am hoping I don't need it."

The pause was dreadful.

"You won't. I can't believe you are here."

"I'll explain when I see you."

"I'll be there in about half an hour. Meet me outside the doors of the last baggage carousel on the right, as you come off the down escalator. By the taxi stand." Checking her watch: 10 PM, then.

"I'm on my way." 

"Okay. See you there. I'm wearing a pink jacket."

A pink jacket. A sheer white silk blouse. A black, high-waist skirt. Black stockings. Two-inch heel, open toe, strapped shoes that hugged her insteps and coiled around her ankles. Demure and professional: a style she'd cultivated to cloak a buttoned up sexuality belied only by two hidden facts. One, black-satin and lace lingerie. Two, its being half-cups and garter belt.

She got a pleasing number of second looks in the airport bookstore, thumbing a new-release novel and glancing nervously at her watch. She'd gathered her light bag from the carousel and retreated back up to the second level.

A half-hour passed, then a few minutes more. He would be waiting. She headed down toward the taxi stand.

He stood beside his car. Recognizably him-nature, being cruel and man adoring, had only made the years carve him into a more distinguished animal. Yes, character is revealed and not made. What had made him attractive ten years ago was clearer now. He saw her then and waved, his smile told her he was delighted at seeing her.

It was the handshake and hug of a dear friend. Her bags swept into the car's trunk, him closing the car door as she sat, and the car moving before her brain caught up with events. He stole glances at her as he drove them from the airport. She stared out the windows at the city.

Away from the press of the terminal, his hand closed over hers and he lifted her arm to brush her wrist with a kiss.

"This is a surprise."

"Well, I'm supposed to interview for a job in town in a couple of weeks. I'm not sure about it, though, and I thought maybe I'd just spend a day here to get a good feel of it before I make a decision."

"I see."

"Are you happy to see me?"

"Yes.... Need to go to your hotel?"

"Should I?"

"No."

They smiled at one another while waiting for the traffic light.

He carried her bag and steered her-"up those stairs...to the left...now right"-to his apartment. He hung his keys on a hook, faced her and placed his hands on her shoulders before pulling her to him in a long hug. He held back from a kiss, and instead looked intently into her eyes.

"I'm glad you are here."

"It was a mad decision. I just said 'what the hell' on Thursday morning and got a ticket. I leave late tomorrow night. I do have work to get done by Monday."

"I'm sure."

She walked around the place. She sat down in the office chair. A smile flickered at the corner of his mouth. He made his own seat in the recliner next to it.

"So, tell me about this interview...."

"Well, it is a research position. I'm really excited about the possibility, but I also have some doubts."

"Hmm."

"I feel like I'm getting mixed signals about it, and I'm not always sure what I think of it, either."

"Sounds normal."

"Well, yes.... Its one of those things you want to feel certain about first, though."

"I see." He took the crease of his trouser leg and slowly sharpened it between his thumb and forefinger. He looked up at her, and held her gaze with his until she found herself lowering her eyes to look down at her knees. Her left hand was absently playing with the collar of her blouse and the lapel of her jacket.

"It's a bit warm in here. Let me turn up the air conditioning." He stood and took the few steps to the thermostat. She stood up behind him, and removed her jacket. She was most aware of her silk blouse, and the electricity it caused in the tips of her breasts. She waited.

When he turned back, the corners of his mouth lifted and he took her in with an endless look.

"I have to go pick up some wine. You stay and freshen up. I wasn't expecting company-though delighted to have it-so I ask you to sort out for yourself where to put your things. I'll be away twenty minutes. Just let the machine pick up if there are any calls." With that, he was out the door.

Dana went into the bathroom. Done, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples showed hard through her blouse, the black of the half-bra emphasizing her breasts still more. He'd left her with a decision. The way he looked at her was clear enough: he would take her...if she wanted. How she wanted.

Checking luggage for a day trip. It had been necessary. Her bag X-rayed anonymously was more bearable than the possibility of having to open that bag at the gate. One supposed that the security people saw everything in the course of their work, but she didn't want to encounter the look that might follow what they saw revealed.

She took several vibrators, a bottle of Astroglide, a box of condoms, and a hairbrush from her suitcase and placed them on his nightstand atop a face towel taken from the bathroom. How she wanted...she thought.

Then, she made for the kitchen to form her plans for how she'd answer her appetite in the morning. How she'd answer her appetite tonight was settled.

She was pulling down the wineglasses from their shelf to the sound of his keys in the lock. Working through the drawers by the sink, she found the corkscrew and held it up as greeting just as he closed the door behind him.

He removed his sports coat, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled his shirtsleeves before carrying the bottle to the counter. She put the corkscrew in his hand and then watched his fingers as he opened the wine.

He was deliberate in the way he poured the Merlot, but generous in the amount he gave to their glasses.

"We'll let it breathe a few minutes. Take a seat."

He made his way to the bathroom, but not before he stopped and surveyed all that she'd placed upon the nightstand. It took him longer in there than one normally expected. Dread crept into her stomach and curled up with claws out-had she made a mistake?

Finally, the door to the bathroom re-opened. He dried his hands with a bath towel and carried it into the room.

"Stand up."

He folded the towel and set it over the back of the office chair, then he picked up their wineglasses. Handing her the one in his right hand, he caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers and raised his glass.

"To friendship." He smiled.

She took two big mouthfuls of the wine and swallowed them quickly.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, it is."

"I'm not convinced."

She reddened. Another mouthful. Swallow.

"Sir, it is very much what I want. With all my heart."

"I see." His tone was colder...it thrilled her. "Set your glass down and stand over there." He pointed to the center of the room.

"Stand with your feet apart, and put your hands behind your head." He looked hard at her. "Point your elbows out more, I want to see you clearly."

"Yes, sir."

"You've been making a disappointing impression with me all night. You look terrific and your outfit is lovely, but your behavior...." He shook his head.

He was slowly walking around her, stopping now and again to look her over, making some small adjustment to her pose with his hands or even with his feet. All of it was making her increasingly aware of his physical presence, and she began to fill with a luxurious ache.

"Dropping into town unexpectedly, calling for a ride... and then making me wait for you to make your way out. I am certain that you must have already had your bag for at least ten minutes."

"Then, no sooner is the wine in your hand then I have the treat of watching you swig it like Gatorade. I'm surprised you didn't belch."

Her belly was creamy warmth from the navel down, and beads of perspiration began forming across her chest.

"Is it too cold in here for you now?" He pointedly stared at her chest for a moment before locking back onto her eyes with his.

She looked down. Her nipples were hard and obvious points through the silk of her blouse. Holding her hands behind her head and pointing her elbows out was causing her breasts to strain against the fabric. She shut her eyes and blushed deeply.

"Keep your eyes open." His face was close to hers, his nose touching next to her ears as he spoke. "What have you to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I do want to make a good impression upon you. I don't know what I can do to make up for my behavior."

"I may." He sat down in the office chair, having first moved the towel onto the arm of the recliner.

"Turn around slowly for me. I want to get a good look at you in this light." She did as she was told.

"Now, fold your hands behind your back and stay still."

He picked up his wine and began to drink. He watched her. He sipped. He watched some more. Minutes passed. She grew increasingly annoyed. Finally, she stepped over to her own glass, drained it, and set it down with a defiant glare at him.

He was on his feet and ringing her wrists in a firm grip. With a deft hand to the base of her spine, he turned her and toppled her against him-pulling her over his knee as he sat once more. Her hands were pinned against the small of her back. She felt the fingers of his other hand caress the back of her calf and thigh. She grunted and struggled against his hold upon her wrists. "Let me go!"

"You are, darling, headstrong. Now, you've been particularly rude and nearly insulting. For all your intelligence and accomplishments, you've succeeded in being nothing more than a philistine spectacle.

"I can't imagine that finding yourself-as a grown woman-draped over a man's lap as if you were about to be spanked for being a naughty child makes you feel noble. Foolish seems more likely.

"You haven't followed the simplest of commands: 'stand there.' I know you can do that. I can only conclude that some more lasting impression than my words are working must be made.

"Do you want to be spanked?"

She closed her eyes. Burning with humiliation. Burning more so because of this embarrassing posture, and because his scolding words had her boiling with sexual heat. She felt his thighs pressing up against her, the weight of her breasts freed from their half-cups as her head nearly touched the floor, and couldn't help grinding her pelvis against his leg.

"Yes..." She burned, "Yes, sir: I want to be spanked."

"Do you, now?"

"I do...sir," was a quiet plea accompanied by a pleasurable shudder passing through her entire body.

He ran his free hand through her hair, and caressed her shoulder blades before fingering her spine down to the waistband of her skirt. She felt his cupped hand squeeze her buttocks through the fabric and glide along her thighs to the hem. His nails traced spirals on the insides of her knees.

"I'm going to spank you, Dana. I'm going to spank you for your bad manners this evening. You've accumulated more severe debts than this. Be sure that I will collect on them, with interest, before I put you back on your plane tomorrow."

He landed the blow to her right cheek and kept his palm and fingers pressed hard onto her buttock. Through her skirt, she felt the slap like a blossom of heat and electricity that sparked within her clit. He drummed out a steady rain of open-hand slaps against her rear.

She was writhing against his legs, the motion causing her breasts to sway. Her upending had pushed blood into her breasts and face. With her struggling and the heat of the spanking, she imagined all this fluid pressure was pent-up and waiting to pour from her sopping pussy.

He sensed that she was near-climax, and lifted her to her feet as he stood in a quick motion. 

"Step away from me.... Good.... Now, look at me." 

She slowly obeyed: turning and looking him in the face. She was on fire, her chest heaving, blouse damp, and the mixture of exhilaration, embarrassment, and lust in her eyes was met by an exhilarated, cool lust in his.

His hands beckoning hers to fall within them, she took three small steps that brought her face close to his. The kiss was a continuation of their movements. It lasted long moments.

His fingers touching her ear. Her neck. Cupping her chin. Forefinger making a smooth stroke down her throat and catching the button of her blouse. The hand inside the fabric, closing around her right breast caused her to press herself into him as she raised her right hand to his shirt collar.

Their kissing like this continued. More buttons undone. A moan slipping from her throat when his fingers deftly clamped upon her nipples.

He took a step back and pulled the sleeves of the blouse from her arms and freed it from the waistband of her skirt. Holding it gently to his face to inhale her fragrance, he then handed it to her and picked up his glass.

She stood before him.

The minutes passed, him looking at her intently, she beginning to hover at the edge of orgasm as the details of the moment doubled and doubled again in her mind.

He sensed it.

"Come for me."

She trembled. It was so close. It stayed just out of reach.

"Can I touch myself, sir?" The no was expressed in a movement of his head.

"I said, come."

She could not. She weakly shook her head, and tears came to her eyes with a strange sense of humiliation.

"Still being willful. Nothing for it, I suppose, but negative reinforcement. Turn around."

She did so.

"Feet apart." Her legs parted.

"Hands upon your knees." 

She stood there, back arched and legs straight so that her bottom jutted upward as she balanced on her high heels. Looking back over her left shoulder, she saw him pick up her glass. He rested his right hand at the base of her spine as he brought the wine to her lips. She drank. A flick of his fingers undid her bra.

"Don't touch it."

Setting the glass down, he stood behind her.

"Look straight ahead."

She waited.

Lifting the hem of her skirt, he draped the fabric over her waistband and tucked a fold into the top of her garter belt. His forefinger ran along the lines of her panties. Beneath the garter straps stretched against the backs of her thighs. He walked in a wide circle around her. Briefly in the line of her sight, he stopped and looked, fascinated, into her eyes before moving on.

His fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties, and he began rolling them down over the bones of her hips. She stole a glance downward and saw the small pair of scissors flash in his hand. She heard him cut the fabric and the felt the waistband tight against her left thigh as he pulled the right leg of the panties away from her right. Their left leg was cut, too, and she watched the remains of the panties fall onto the floor between her shoes.

Her uterus pulsed, her clit was throbbing, and she felt warm trickles begin rolling down the insides of her thighs to be absorbed into the top bands of her stockings.

He seemed to loom behind her, just out of sight. Only his shoes peeked into the corner of her vision as she breathed slow, ragged breaths. His lips upon her shoulder. A kiss between her shoulder blades. A burst of starry pleasure inside her head as his hand cupped her naked mound. Tears in her eyes again as his finger pressed into the folds of her pussy.

He took her wetness on his fingertips and began to circle her anus. He dipped into her pussy again and again, making the crevice of her ass slick and wet between her cheeks. He pressed the tip of his middle finger against that ring of flesh. His other hand was firm and gentle as he gripped her shoulder. She willed herself to open to him. The finger slipped inside to the second joint. She moaned. "Ohhhh...sir."

His hand moved from her shoulder. As the hard smack landed on her bare bottom he thrust his finger inside her to the knuckle as his other fingers pressed against her pussy lips. He began moving his finger in and out of her. Withdrawing it completely, circling her wet and puckered back entrance as she found herself wiggling her ass in invitation. Each time he entered her again with his finger, he spanked her. Soon, she felt her wetness extending below her knees. He added a second finger inside her ass, and four hard smacks on both thighs.

"Arch your back more... darling. I'm so pleased with how you are responding. So wanton.... Do you like my fingers buried in your ass?"

"I do."

"What was that?" A particularly hard slap came down upon her ass cheeks, and then he took her right nipple between his fingers-pulling and twisting upon it until she gasped.

"I do, sir."

"Not good enough, Dana. Try again."

"I do...master."

He worked a third finger into her bottom as his right hand caressed her belly and moved between her thighs.

"You are not to come unless I give you permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master."

His finger sluiced between the lips of her pussy and she jumped when he touched her clit. Slowly, he made circles on her clit while working his fingers in and out of her ass in a slow fuck. She was trembling all over.

He shifted his stance, removing his hand from between her thighs.

"Move your hips in a circle for me."

"Sir, I don't understand."

Using his fingers pushed deep inside her anus, he guided her in making the motion he intended.

"Like this."

The humiliation scalded her. She was able to choke out a "yes, master" as a half-sob, while a gush of her fluids splashed on the floor and spattered her feet.

He thrust two of his fingers into her pussy, adding them to the fullness of the three in her backside.

"Oh, god...." She shifted the motion from a rotation of her hips to a thrusting backwards onto his hands. Overwhelmed by the sensations, she began coming. He worked a fourth finger into her ass and a third into her pussy, bringing her orgasm to completion: a ball of heat and light exploding outward from deep within her abdomen that caused her to whimper. She felt herself clutching and squeezing his fingers with her insides, so aware that she experienced this intimate touch almost as sight: the image of her ass and pussy plundered by his fingers pitching her orgasm upward so that she went completely limp.

He caught her, his right arm crushing her breasts against her ribs as she still held the four fingers of his left hand enveloped within her.

As she recovered and began to support her own weight, he removed his arm and wound her hair between the fingers of his right hand. Slowly, insistently, he drew her standing upright by the back of her head, and gently removed his left hand from between her buttocks. The bra fell from her wrists and covered her toes.

He left her staring at herself in the small mirror on the wall, and stepped into the bathroom to wash his hands. While the water ran, she looked into her own eyes and at the strands of her hair plastered to her forehead with perspiration. It occurred to her, then, that she had not had his permission to have an orgasm. She had not even asked. Her cheeks burned with shame.

The shame triggered an aftershock of pleasure in her clit, and this only deepened her shame still more.

This loop of sensations had her rocking her hips and feeling the ache of emptiness in both her pussy and her ass.

It was at that moment he emerged from the bathroom.

"What are you doing, Dana?

"I do believe you may, in fact, be a nymphomaniac. Do you have any idea how disappointed and displeased I am with you right now?"

"No, sir." She lowered her eyes and forced herself to stop moving, even as another gush spattered more of her juices between her stocking sheathed toes. Her pussy trembled. She was near another orgasm.




A Phone Call



"I told you not to come, didn't I?"

Another spasm of pleasure, she groaned and looked at him through haze of pleasure that billowed like a dense fog in her head.

"Yes, sir.... I'm sorry"

"Your performance is such a disappointment, Dana. Really. I thought perhaps you'd be a quick learner, but your lack of discipline is appalling. I'm not certain I understand how you can function in daily life. Starting your car and feeling the vibration of the engine must be enough to have you dry-humping the car seat."

She couldn't help it. She started to come again. Sinking onto her knees and clutching his leg between her breasts and between her thighs. Realizing the effect he was having, he pressed the laced upper of his shoe against her mound and began to massage her with his foot.

Her hands groped the inside of his thigh and felt his hard shaft through the fabric of his trousers. She gripped him as her orgasm overtook her in slow waves. Her fingers fumbling at his fly, he gripped her hand in his and left her hugging his leg and cupping the fullness of his balls through his slacks with her free hand as she finished her climax.

"Absolutely no self discipline."

He tenderly ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing became normal and she softly sobbed with her face buried against his thigh.

He crouched down with her. Taking her face between his hands and kissing her brow, then her cheeks, then her lips. Brushing the damp locks of hair from her face, he smiled. Touching his forehead against hers and looking into her eyes, he said:

"You've just earned a double punishment, Dana.... You naughty, naughty woman.

"I will train you. You will learn: your orgasms belong to me, and you will have them when I choose. With just a word from me, you will come. And without my permission, you will have the self-discipline to hold back no matter how much the sensations you are having draw you toward release.

"You are mine, Dana...aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me."

"I belong to you, master. My body, my pleasure...they belong to you." Saying these words were enough to cause another climax to hover, and struggling she held it at bay.

"A double punishment, Dana."

He steadied her to her feet, and with his hands upon her shoulders guided her over to his bed. From the drawer of the nightstand, he pulled a thick silk cord. He wrapped four coils around her left wrist, then took her right wrist and placed it on top of them. He reversed direction and added four coils to her right wrist. Three times he wrapped the cord between her hands and wrists. A thumb pressed into the crook of her right arm, he bent her arms up to her chest, and then lifted her arms above her head.

Reaching down into the drawer again, he drew out two long, black leather laces. With slow deliberation, he shook the strands loose and held them by one end and used his right to straighten them. Setting one down, he took the other and bound the base of her right breast with seven tight coils. Finishing this with a neat knot, he did likewise to her left breast.

Lowering his head to her chest, he took the tips of her breasts into his mouth and lightly bit her nipples and caressed her until she could feel the throb of her pulse in her breasts with each beat of her heart.

First stacking the pillows at the edge of the mattress and covering them with the bath towel, he lifted her atop them so that her weight rested on her elbows and pressed down through her hips into the pillows. Her bottom was high in the air, feet not touching the ground, and her nipples brushed against the cotton sheets as her breasts swayed with each breath.

"Look over here."

A small concave mirror lay a few feet away from her right shoulder. In it, she saw herself-and the reflection of the belt around his waist contrasted by his bare forearms. She saw him turn. Watched his left hand move to rest upon her upturned bottom. She could not see his right arm.

With a low whistle, he brought the back of the hairbrush down upon the top of her thigh. At the same time, he pressed on the base of her spine to push her down into the pillows and hold her still as she jerked while the flame ignited by the wooden brush flashed to the tips of her fingers and toes. She crushed her mouth against the flesh of her upper arm to stifle her cry of shock at the sensation.

He landed the hairbrush a dozen times just below the crease where her buttocks met her thighs. He stopped.

"Open your eyes."

She looked into the mirror.

Her upper legs were a deep rose color. Her pussy was swimming.

"Now, count for me as I spank you."

"Yes, master."

He aimed at the round cheeks of her ass, now. Each a deliberate, stinging swat delivered after a short pause where he nudged her thighs apart. He walked the blows of the hairbrush inward on each buttock, bringing the center of the sensation nearer her cleft.

After whispering the number of each spank, she raised her hips trying to catch the sensation of the next one nearer her pussy.

"Forty-one, sir.

"Master, I'm going to come. Please, please let me come."

"I don't think so, Dana."

She heard him put down the hairbrush. Looking in the mirror, she saw that her bottom and thighs were now a bloom of roses. Lighter and darker flowers of deep pink impressed upon her flesh. He moved to the kitchen.

She heard the cubes dropped into the ice bucket. The rattle of them as he walked back to her. The cold made her start. Her skin so sensitized that the hard edge of the ice cube he drew across her hot cheek was a sharp straight line in her mind. He brushed small curves of coolness onto her rump.

The cool water trickled into her ass crack and tickled her anus. His palm was pulling her cheeks apart, and she gasped loudly as he pushed the smoothed cube inside her ass.

She groaned and felt her eyes roll up into her head then struggled to focus and watch him again in the mirror. Another ice cube. Then another. Another. He had cooled the heat of the spanking. He shook the bucket. He began pushing ice cubes into her ass one after the other. She counted fifteen, and then he began pushing them into her pussy. Fifteen there, too.

In the mirror, she saw him unfasten his belt. She turned her head to look over her left shoulder and watched as he looked into her eyes and slipped it out of the belt loops. It snaked free, and with a flick of his wrist he transformed it into a sting that wrapped around her left thigh. Four more times he repeated this, and then he walked toward her right and disappeared. Turning her head once more, she could just see him raising his arm. The five strokes fell quickly. She was quivering from head to toe.

The cold and heat pouring up through her lower body were a feast of sensation. He brought the belt down across her buttocks five more times and stopped. From the wall, he took down a razor strop.

"This is your second punishment, Dana.

"I'm quite pleased with you right now, darling. You've controlled yourself...thus far. Turn and watch in the mirror."

She obeyed.

The strop crackled against her flesh. The flash of his arm as he brought it down had caused her to tense. The ivy tendrils of hot sensation it unleashed crawled up her spine from her ass cheeks. She could only grunt and wriggle her butt as she pressed her clit against the pillows. So sweet. She opened her eyes. He had waited for that, and the strap fell again.

It was harder this time. Almost too much. She pulled against the cord holding her wrists and her breasts felt deliciously heavy and full as this caused them to swing.

"Oh...master. I'm going to come."

"Not yet, Dana. Not yet."

Ten strokes more. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was wet with sweat, her arms and back glistened with perspiration and the sheet beneath her was damp against her breasts. Her orgasm surrounded her, pressed in upon her, and it took every fiber of her self-control to hold short.

"Please, master...oh, please."

"What's that, Dana?"

His hands were caressing her legs, his fingers squeezing her calves and thighs.

"I need to come. So bad. I'm your slave, sir...please let me come?"

"Who does your pussy belong to, darling?"

"You, master."

"What else?"

"My ass, sir. My mouth. My whole body and being...Oh...God I need to come."

He did not answer. From the second drawer of the nightstand he pulled out three thick fabric ribbons. He pressed down upon her ankles and tipped her off the pillows and onto her feet. Embracing her from behind, he reached around and untied the cord from her wrists. Gently, he chaffed her hands and wrists and looked carefully at her fingertips. Pulling her hands behind her head he said, "don't move."

He cupped her breasts, kneading them with his fingers, judging that the way he had bound her tits was just right. He turned her around by guiding her waist. He stepped back, unbuttoned his shirt, and then took it off.

"Lie back onto the bed."

She did as he said.

He took one of the ribbons, and after bending her right leg he began to wrap it from the knee so that her ankle just touched the back of her thigh. Finishing the knot, he did the same to her left leg with a second ribbon. With the third, he wrapped her right wrist, placed it outside her right knee and threaded the ribbon so that it held her arm in place, ran across her belly and hip bones, and then bound her left wrist outside her left knee.

Shoving his hands beneath her buttocks, he shifted her to raise her hips again with a pillow: making her pussy and anus open and exposed at the edge of the mattress.

He took the slimmer of two cock-shaped vibrators from the nightstand, using the lubricant to make it slick. With his left hand, he guided it to the ring of her anus while with his right he tightly pinched her clitoris. As best she could, she raised her hips, and using this motion he began to penetrate her.

"Look me in the eye, Dana...."

Her mouth opened with a sigh as she felt the ridge of the vibrator's cock-head slip past the ring of her anus.

"Yes, master."

"Try to stay still, now," he said with a cruel and teasing gleam in his eye that told her he knew that she could not, and that she could expect to be punished for that failure.

He slowly worked it further inside her, waiting until she squirmed with pleasure before pressing it deeper. Over minutes, they had coaxed its entire length inside her rear and she was breathing heavily again with the sensation. Then he switched it on, and the vibrations inside her ass caused her to buck her hips.

"You are not even trying to be obedient, Dana. Shame on you."

He picked up his belt, wrapped it around his hand, and with the ten remaining inches began laying strokes onto the insides of her thighs and onto her mound. Each stroke caused her to move her hips again, and each movement earned her another stroke. Soon, her whole body was tensed within her bonds: filled with the strain of holding back the orgasm that roiled through her brain.

"Please, master, please."

No assent came from him. He set his belt down near her waist. He picked up the thicker cock-shaped vibrator and began rubbing it up and down her soaking slit while teasing her clit by turning it on and off. She was nearly lifting herself off the bed, and his hand pressed down atop her pubic bone-his fingers hooked behind the ribbon across her lower belly-to keep her somewhat still as he plunged the vibrating dildo deep inside her pussy. 

He unfastened his trousers, unzipped them, and his hard cock was exposed through the opening of his boxer briefs.

She ground her pussy against the heel of his palm while he deftly wrapped his belt around his other hand by using her knee for a grip.

This done, he began softly whipping her breasts: alternating and perceptibly increasing the force as her excitement grew.

She was nearly out of her mind with pleasure, experiencing what they were doing in what-had she retained the faculty-she would have described as being in the first, second, and third person singular all at once. He slipped the vibrating dildo from her ass, set it onto the nightstand, and began pushing his cock inside her.

As he did this, he began to focus the strokes of the belt onto her nipples. Still bound, and now further swelled with her arousal from the whipping, her tits were throbbing.

"I can't stand it, master... please, god, please let me come?" she pleaded.

"Come."

As he said it, the climax exploded inside her head, her nipples, her clit-all of them and everywhere at once. She rode the blissful waves he'd released, and his own trembling orgasm overtook him, causing her to come again while she was still riding the crest of another.

His lips crushed hers, and bound as she was, she could only press herself up into him and concentrate on the feel of his semen pouring out from his cock in jerks of pleasure to fill her backside.

They kissed for moments longer, his hands rough but gentle as he caressed her arms, shoulders, and face.

Leaving himself and the vibrator in her pussy in place, he began loosing her from her bondage. Last, he untied the laces that held her breasts. This work he did with loving attention, occasionally thrusting deeper into her ass with his still hard but fading erection.

Finally, he withdrew his cock, and took the vibrator from her pussy, too.

Helping her stand, he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the deep bathtub. Putting her on her feet, starting the bath, and then turning back to embrace her he held her tight and stroked her back and hair while the tub filled.

Having washed her and brought her to a drowsy arousal in praising her performance in submission, he patted her dry with a large bath towel.

Once washed-while she knelt and watched, her hands again held behind her head-he brought her to her feet and guided her onto the bed once more.



A Phone Call



You've just hung up.

I'm laying on the futon, legs still partially covered by the bed's sheet but not wide opened anymore. On the contrary, my knees are stuck together, legs on the side, whilst I'm laying on my back, a phone in my right hand....I don't know where the left hand has gone.

I'm still blurred, in a haze, just waking up after the wave that went through my body. Suddenly I start being conscious of my left hand, next to my cheeks...I lift it up as if it was a stranger's hand, not a part of me anymore. My fist is closed, clenched as would Leonard Cohen say in his song... clenching her fist...I look at it, lift it in front of my eyes...I open my fist, distend my hand...My hand isn't wet...it's soaked, glued by my own juices. I part my fingers as I parted my legs a few minutes before. My fingers are palmed by my juice, it stick to them like a spider's jelly net. Funny how wet they are, skin full of wrinkles, like an old woman's skin, like I've spent hours in a hot bath.

Today this hand explored me front and back, went to places I've never really seen with my own eyes, but only touched, felt and sensed. This hand is my inner eye...For this, I know no more than a blind person, or even less, because their senses are said to be so superior to ours. This hand has been navigating on strange flesh canyons, warm and wet. When my fingers entered my ass -- the back door, as would Toni say in the Surrender -- the entrance and inside were already soaked. They glided down easily, so easily inside.

The space was huge...a real cavern, with soft, smooth walls...softer, smoother than my pussy...It's not irregular inside...the walls are soft, tight, unlined, tensed like a nomad's tent, a sail. The first time I fully explored this place, I thought the wetness would be some disgusting stuff coming from me. It's not. You can enter there, and then just right after, dive the same fingers on my wet pussy. That's what I did. A dive, a long, long dive in my ass, two fingers...the start of a wave, and then a dive on a similarly warm and wet place, but so different, full of hidden hollows and smooth dents -- my pussy -- and then another start of wave, while pumping.

It all started hours ago. I 've just received your mail mentioning Marie. The girl form the book...She has a very soft face. It's weird. She doesn't look like me, although she has brown hair and eyes, and very dark pubic hair...SHE is very good looking...But I feel close to her, as looking at a twin sister, or even at myself -- maybe because she seems my age, maybe because she looks innocent. She looks like she makes love, masturbate, or have sex exactly the same way as I do...I don't know. Giving herself truly, seriously, seeing everything as a nice moment, emotions, beauty. Something you don't really talk about, something you don't share, except with the person who shared these moments, who was with you, witnessing it.

Am I attracted to her...I don't know. I don't want to kiss her, I don't even want to touch her. But I do imagine her gently touching me, holding me in her arms, kissing my neck, saying tender words... looking at you massaging me, and helping you giving me pleasure. And I would give myself entirely to such situation, I would abandoned myself to your double caring....Snapshots of such moments came to my mind when I read your mail...I felt warm, cared, comforted, sheltered, and my belly warmed up very quickly... and my thong couldn't contain my wetness, and I felt my trousers being gently moisturised between my legs.

It was hard to concentrate, after. I felt the tone of my voice had slightly changed, I could feel my bra on my breasts. I could feel better everything, sensed everything. I was suddenly conscious of where I was sitting, what my hands were doing, my clothes on my body. Eventually, little by little during the day, my senses came back to normal but the rolling warm ball inside my belly didn't disappear...It's a strange feeling. Like a sudden hole, a weakness, which moves inside you from the belly button to the middle part of the thighs, and sometimes even go across you from front to back, at the end of your spine, between the cheeks. It's a nice feeling. Sometimes when it last for hours, my vagina will contract, from time to time, pumping an imaginary tongue, finger or dick while I'd close my eyes for a few seconds.

I thought of the book several times. I could see this particular photo. Legs wide opened, wearing socks, serious face, looking innocent, taking sex very seriously, a form of art, a form of beauty. I could hear you, when you come. I could feel you, when you came in my mouth....That's something I asked myself later on today: I can feel the sidewalls of my ass, smooth, tensed and soft, a bit like your sex.

And you, how are you inside...as soft, tensed, smooth and wet as your dick? In my mouth, it gave me the same feeling, the same touch, than what I sense when I dive my fingers on my wet ass.. You did that, too. So now you know how you'd be in your own mouth...

I came half an hour ago. I'm now on my belly, writing. I let my left hand wandering gently from my ass crack to the lips of my pussy...It's still wet in that area, still soft. I feel still warm, the warm sensation inside...I start pumping, ass pointing to the ceiling...

Your message came after 10:30, as I came a second time, on my belly. In your text, your tongue was replacing what my fingers just did a few minutes before... You do write nicely..."I'd like to lick you as you lie on your belly... from your ass to your clit...drowning in your juices...until you come again..." My hand didn't came back to the pen. I reached my clit once again. Your voice in the phone was like having you by my side, a voice inside me, giving me orders, giving consistency to what I was feeling, to what I was pumping.

When you came, I had a warm wet stroke inside my pussy, my own juice trying to pretend it's you... I came shortly after that, for the third time that evening....the same strike, although different each time, but still the same lightning, the same warmth, my body stretching, my head turning, the haze, I don't see, I don't know where I am, I don't think, I don't question, I'm not a person, I'm not a body, I'm just feelings, I'm just senses. Do you experience that, too? Not feeling you're material, just being a feeling. Not feeling your senses, just being all your senses. When I finally opened my eyes and turned on my back, I saw the mirror.

On the mirror, two feet, two legs, a bed's sheet covering half a thigh and partially a very dark pussy, one breast...my knee is hiding the left one, they're so small...still hard, pointing to the ceiling, though.

I haven't wrote half of what I felt....the first orgasm, on my back...but I'm so tired now, eyes closing.... Good night...



A Phone Call



"And this is all for today..." were the only words she heard in the past hour of her meeting. It was finally over. She looked at her little hand watch...45 minutes earlier. That was a nice surprise. She picked her small briefcase and left in a hurry. 

She was wearing a brown suit...tight enough to set off her curves...especially the pants...dark hair...just a bit over her shoulders and brown shoes with stiletto heels. She was tall, pretty and...married. But that never stopped her male co-workers to turn their heads each time she was walking by. She got in her car, turned on her favorite radio station and drove home fast. As soon as she stepped into her apartment she stopped and took out her cell...

His cell started ringing. It was his wife. That was unusual. She was rarely calling him at work...

"Honey I need you at home as soon as you can..."...he heard his wife's voice.

"Baby what's wrong???"...but he never got an answer back. She already hung up. 

He started worrying. He went to his boss, told him about the call and asked if he could leave. There was a 40 minutes drive from his office to home...all he could do was think more and get more worried. When he finally arrived he rang at the door of their apartment but no one answered. He got in the house with his own keys and started looking for her. After few seconds he found her in the bedroom...She was laying on the bed, wearing nothing else but black lace lingerie and playing with herself...Seeing her like that made him hard in an instant.

She laughed... "Go sit in the armchair next to the window."

"But baby..."

"Not yet!"

She continued to play with herself. He could see her hard nipples pricking through the black lace of her bra. He tried to touch his already stiff cock but she ordered on a bossy tone "Hands behind your back!" That was torture...not only she didn't let him touch her but she didn't allow him to touch himself either...

She was running her fingers over her clit...circling faster and faster and moaning with her husky voice...That voice always turned him on even if she was talking about weather. She was rubbing her wet clit harder while pinching her right nipple...moaning loud and gyrating her hips. She grabbed the sheets and looked deep into his eyes; she stopped for a second to lick her wet fingers and taste herself which drove him crazy. She spread her legs more and rubbed her clit faster. Soon she started cuming hard...and long. When she finished she looked at him again. He was hard as a rock and his eyes were full of lust. 

She told him to lay on the bed...but when he wanted to caress her body she tied up his hands above his head. She started to undress him very slow and run her long red nails over his body. When she finally touched his cock with her hands he growled. She started stroking and licking him...touching lightly the head of his cock with her lips. He was getting close to climax when she stopped. Looked him in the eyes once more and leaned to lick his lips. She smiled evilly and bit his lower lip. 

"Please baby...I wanna be in you" he begged.

"Hmmm...ok."

She turned her back on him and got on top, rubbing her clit over his hard cock...making him squirm and gasp...He was moaning louder and begging for her hot body. She took his cock in her hand and guided him inside her slowly, then started riding him. Once inside, she took him in her all at once and moaned loud as she felt him going so deep. He was in heaven...he was always losing contact with the real world once he was getting in her tight wet paradise. She was grinding and riding him wildly, squeezing his balls in her hand. 

All this teasing turned him on more than usual. He wanted so badly to dominate her...to make her submit, but his hands were tied up. He struggled to free himself before she made him finish. Finally he managed to rip off the scarf which tied up his hands. He pushed her down and bent her over. She didn't look surprised at all but she purred with more pleasure. 

He slid his left hand between her thighs to rub her clit and wrapped his right hand in her dark hair, ramming his cock deep in her. She was moaning loud but he wanted more. He spread her legs more with his knee and went deeper in her, making her scream . The smell of her hair and the low noises she was making were more than he could handle. He pulled her close, breathed her in and exploded deep in her. She continued to squeeze him till his last drop...

After a while they both collapsed exhausted and grateful for the short meeting and inspiration of taking the rest of the day off.



A Phone Call



My phone rang, I reached an arm out from under the bed clothes and answered it, "Neil Barker is not here and if you want a Taxi you can sod off," I announced sleepily trying to imitate an answer-phone, expecting the call to be from Harry asking me to do a Taxi run for him.

"Its Elsie, you replied to my email," a small female voice announced.

"Elsie, what email," I struggled to shake the sleep from my head.

"The one replying to me on the bondage site."

"Oh, its one a.m. here in the UK. I was asleep," I explained.

"I know it's one a.m, I'm sorry but can you talk?"

"Actually I have an early start, can I ring you back some other time?" I really did not want to be bothered.

"Please, it says you are a mechanic, in your profile."

"Taxi driver nowadays" I corrected.

"But you were a Mechanic? you have tools."

"I am not coming to fix your bloody motor at one in the morning, goodbye." I slammed the phone down.

It rang again, "We were cut off." she said.

"No I put the bloody phone down, now sod off."

"No don't go, I need help,"

"Call the bloody AA,"

"They don't do bondage"

"Eh," I thought I had mis heard 

"They don't do bondage."

"I thought that's what you said," I replied thoughts of sleep receding.

"You replied to my email thread, don't do it you said."

"Remind me" I said I often put stupid comments on web sites.

"The bondage machine, the Deprivator attachment." she said quietly.

"Elsie, I don't remember an Elsie."

"Elsie, underscore forward slash forward slash fuck, thats F U C H hyphen slut."

"From Los Angeles."

"No I'm in North London, I lied." she admitted.

"So am I," I agreed.

"I hoped you were, I recognised the pub from the photo on your profile."

"Yeah, I live just down the street from the Three Compasses, but I really do need to get to sleep."

"Sorry but I need help, my phone credit is running down, please help me, please come to" and she gave her address.

"Two O'clock tomorrow, O.K"

"Noooo now please, I'm begging, the key is under the flower pot and Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

We were cut off.

I hung the phone up and tried to sleep, but I thought about the web site and of course I had to fire up the old Laptop and check her out.

She looked about thirty, as far as I could tell from a close up photo of her Vagina and Anus, and she was clearly into fucking machines and bondage, I found I had replied to a post of hers about a an expensive Italian bondage, restraint and penetration machine and said she had one and asked had anyone tried the permanent deprivation fitting, The Deprivator. 

I wrote, "Change the Pop rivets for Rover 25 trim clips in case you need to remove it."

She had replied "You don't remove it Ass hole, that's the whole point." 

I found a link to the Manufacturers, the basic suite cost around fifteen thousand pounds assembled and tested, and included an array of tools and accessories built around a restraint seat something like a cross between a dentists chair and something used by a Gaenecologist, 

I went through a whole range of emotions in about thee minutes, interest, excitement then fear at the thought it might go horribly wrong and seriously maim someone.

I was pulling my pants up over my erection before I really started thinking, logic suggested I should be trying to get some sleep, but the thought of someone helpless waiting for me was suddenly something I could not ignore, I did not even bother with my jacket. I remembered my Mondeo was parked up round the back of the pub so I opened the bedroom window and looked down the street and saw my old friend Leroy waiting for fares in his Toyota Minicab just outside the Massage place.

I grabbed a few tools from the kitchen threw them in my sports bag and ran to the Minicab, I gave him the address and he did his usual wheel spinning, tyre howling Lewis Hamilton impression before dropping me off, "How much?" I asked.

"You do me a favour some time, OK" he grinned, and I knew I would end up saving him a couple of hundred on a full service for his clapped out Toyota for a ten pound ride but, he was not a bad guy, atrocious driver but OK.

There was a key under the plant pot, but I was not expecting the address to be a town house, most places around here were subdivided into bed sits, but I unlocked the door and stepped into well maintained, polished, expensively carpeted middle class luxury.

I looked around, to the left a Dining room, 12 chairs around a polished mahogany table under a glittering chandelier, a striking portrait of an Admiral dominated one wall, an ornate fireplace another.

The Kitchen was beautifully clean, the units apparently brand new, the lounge, all leather settees and wide-screen TV again spotless with no sign of anyone around at all.

I ventured up the wide staircase, the stairwell open to a clerestory on the roof, the open stair treads brightly polished, dangerously so I thought, as I climbed up and explored the upper floor, a study with a computer on standby showed hopeful signs of recent activity, but bedrooms and bathroom were again immaculate and empty.

"I'm on the third floor" I heard the faint shout from above drifting down the stairwell.

I climbed the stairs, "Where,"

"Here, Oh can you see the panel at the end of the corridor, move the picture, the handle is" She stopped as I pushed the door open.

The room was hidden, actually a part of the building next door, accessed from the blank end of a corridor through this secret entrance.

Whips and belts and chains hung in neat rows on the wall, and as I turned I saw the bondage machine.

It was big, a chair something like a cross between an Dentists chair and one used by a Gaenecologist sat to the left rear of a big metal frame, bigger than a double bed, with a large pedestal under the chair and a white control module standing waist high to the right front of the frame and a mass of wires and pipes straggled untidily.

She was strapped into the chair, reclining so her little face with the phone hand free headset still in place seemingly peering out over her crotch, her labia now painfully stretched by a huge aluminium cylinder, crudely displayed as her knees and ankles were forced wide apart by the footsteps and thigh supports to which her leg were firmly attached by straps pulled tight by neat white electric winching machines .

Straps like car seat belt material secured her torso above and below her breasts and a curious leather bra seemed to force her breasts into unnatural uplifted cones allowing the nipples to protrude, showing off the crude nipple clamps and chain.

Her hands and arms were similarly secured to arm rests like those of a dentists chair bu more winching machines and a key pad extended from the arm rest so she could operate the equipment with the fingers of her right hand.

I saw her cell phone handset secured to the left arm rest and the wires leading to her headset and then as I took in the scene she spoke.

"Oh" she said, as if my appearance was unexpected.

I realised she was completely naked, it did not register until she spoke. it was like seeing a page from a book or web-site, but suddenly it was real.

I don't know about you but where I come from, people are usually at least partially clothed on initial acquaintance.

The Deprivator glistened dully, it's extension flange and clit guard curving up over her belly while the applicator and its adaptor lurked deep inside her held to her Vaginal walls by the unseen cruel rivets and forced deep inside her by the gleaming steel penetrator shaft.

"Elsie?, you asked me to come."

"Thanks, can you take my nipple clamps off please they are killing me."

I walked across and reached out among the pipes and wires to release her, it seemed strange to touch her nipples without even shaking hands or kissing. she glistened with recent sweat and her long blonde hair hung damply as testimony to her earlier passion.

The clamps looked like something from a cheap car battery charger with a silver plated  chain between stretched between them, the loose end of the chain caught in some wiring and as I reached down to release it I noticed the sheer complexity of the wiring.

Wires ran to the electric winching machines located behind her back for her torso, and at her wrists, fore arms, Knees and ankles and the slack unused ones at her feet, it was so simple, the motor in its neat white plastic housing pulled a strap like car seat belt to hold her firmly or release her at will, operated from the controls at her fingertips except the control module was now dead, standing lifeless and useless leaving her trapped and helpless.

"Oh it hurts," blood was flowing back into her nipples, her little face creased with pain.

"What happened." I asked rather superfluously.

"It just stopped," she admitted.

"So you have an Anal penetrator up your..."

"Bum, yes, but the Deprivator, I measured it like the instructions, I used the same size as the biggest fucking head I could take, I ran it for fifteen minutes, are you listening."

"Yes" I said, "Fifteen fucks"

"Don't look at me like that." she ordered.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to, you know,"

"I'll go then" I suggested 

"No please, just promise you won't."

"I can't promise that, I'd better go." I suggested, "I'll phone an Ambulance."

"No, okay, you win do what you want but please get me out of here."

"Anything?"

"Anything, Everything, please." she seemed strangely excited at the thought of giving herself to me, perhaps I it was my imagination.

"I'll hold you to that, so it was fucking your ass and,"

"I decided to pop the Deprivator in, so I could never have sex again, it seemed so exciting."

"Elsie, I don't think that was a serious feature of the machine,"

"What"

"I think the fuse is supposed to blow."

"Oh"

I saw some doubt in her sweet blue eyes.

"It blew and I put a new fuse in," she admitted.

"One point five amp?" I asked.

"Oh I thought it said Fifteen, I put a Thirteen in."

"That's why the main fuse went then, it should have a thermal cut out or a timed reset to avoid these problems."

"You've lost me," she admitted .

"Thats why I put the bit in your thread, I read the specs and realised the Deprivator was not serious but could seriously maim someone, but why Elsie, you are beautiful, gorgeous , sexy, what on earth did you want to give up sex for."

Tears were pouring down her cheeks.

"I'm never going to bet fucked properly again, ever, am I." she admitted.

"Oh I don't know, I'll have to try to get you out of there." I tried to reassure her. "And if I can't the Hospital people will know what to do."

She shuddered at the thought.

I released the anal penetrator shaft from the hydraulic ram by pulling out the spring loaded clevis pin, She squealed when I tried to ease it out of her so I compromised leaving it in place but loose.

The Deprivator was more complicated, I manoevered myself between the wires and pipes to kneel between her knees, and checked out the Vaginal ram which held it firm against the machines frame. 

"Can you see anything" she asked.

I could see everything 

"The handbook is on the floor" she continued.

I picked it up, loose pages downloaded from the internet in a ring binder. I flicked through the pages.

I rose up to look over her crotch, between those strangely distorted breasts and down to her worried blue eyes and furrowed brow.

"The vaginal penetrator its worked from a crankshaft driven by a hydraulic motor", I said cheerily "The vernier adjustment giving travel of between one quarter inch and eight inches, variable by one eighth inch increments depending on the setting of the eccentric crankpin."

"What?"

"Thats what the hand-book said." I told her.

"Then shut up and get on with it."

""There is nothing about the Deprivator." 

"No it's from a different supplier, he was going to send instructions, but never did."

I tried to work out how the Deprivator mechanism worked, With the standard penetrator, used in simple fucking machine mode, a twist motion adaptor could be used for extra stimulus as the drive rod could not turn relative to the drive unit and the Deprivator applicator fitted on this same spline and used the twist motion electrical feed to turn the applicator so as to ram the securing rivets home. At least that's what it looked like.

I rose to tell her and as I peered anxiously between her legs, I saw tiny pimples appear on her perfect thighs. real Goosebumps.

"Have you always had a beard." she asked.

"Uh, yes, well no, not when I was born, just shut up and let me concentrate."

"Sorry." she lay back and stared at the ceiling.

I think something has broken or distorted, it seems to have pushed the rivets out but not pulled the pins to squash the soft rivet heads, so if I can turn it back I can probably get them out."

"It means nothing to me." she admitted.

"Well you assembled it," I reminded her.

She went quiet again.

I started to undo the penetrator shaft fittings, accompanied at every movement by her moans, "Ooh that tickles." or "No it hurts" as I slackened the lock nut and carefully eased it anticlockwise.

I had to slacken the lower joint to take the upward or was it inward pressure off her but then the weight of the Deprivator adaptor and shaft all tore at the rivets jammed cruelly into he vaginal lining, 

She sobbed despite biting her lip as she bravely tried to retain composure.

I had to do it incrementally, six turns of the shaft, equalling a quarter inch then move the lower shaft back a quarter inch then move the head another six turns then release the shaft again. 

Finally the shaft was loose I lowered it carefully onto the mainframe but the Deprivator and the heavy applicator now hung by the rivets alone, she screamed, A full blown scream, I spotted some rag on the floor and grabbed it forcing it into her mouth as I tried to support the awkward Deprivator with my knee.

Blood oozed around its lower edges, "There is a gap, Its not tight against your clit," I told her, he extension piece fitted to the hardened Aluminum tube was supposed to cover the clit to stop the wearer arousing herself, while the inner bore of the Deprivator tube was sufficient to take most penises so most men could still fuck the wearer, if fucking a metal tube was their idea of fun. 

"You have to be calm, It will hurt again, I have to twist the applicator against the Deprivator to release it," I said as I took the weight of the device in my hands once again.

"Please be careful."

I promised to to my best, "On my mark, Three two one," I whispered and as I twisted so the agony coursed through her.

Even the mouthful of rag barely diminished her scream and she coughed it out as I twisted, and I realised it was a bra and panties, and something else, a skimpy nightdress possibly.

Slowly the inner applicator revolved releasing the tension on the rivets and I had to ease it back and feel for the grooves where it could slide back clear of the rivet heads.

I eased it anticlockwise then clockwise a tiny bit feeling for the groove trying to minimise the pain, listening for her tiny cries and watching as she tensed and her brow furrowed until finally it came free and Elsie was at last relieved of the weight of the applicator, just the sleeve with its projecting Clit protector remained to keep her Vagina spread obscenely wide.

"Oh thank god" she wailed, "Oh that's much better." Now only the lightweight aluminiuum tube spread her vagina obscenely wide as I carefully placed the heavy applicator and it adaptor on the floor.

I stared carefully and thoughtfully down the tube and into her entrails, using my small polished mechanics mirror for a closer look. 

"Oh Fuck, I think we are going to have to go to casualty." I exclaimed 

"No," she screamed, 

"The rivets were not lined up with the holes, its punched new jagged holes."

"What can they do that you can't" she asked.

I thought, "They have a sterile environment,"

"No please."

It was very awkward, obviously my hand would not fit down the vaginal sleeve but I pulled the rivets out with very long nosed pliers and then set too work with a tiny mirror and my little hobby drill set a right angle drive and some rotary burrs.

I eventually ground away the metal enough to separate the jagged spikes left by the rivets, and as dawn broke I finally slid the bloodstained tube from her.

It was funny watching her vagina slowly close, I had never watched one before, all bloodied and sore, and not remotely sexy.

I put the fuse from the twist mechanism in place of the blown one in the main fuse panel, and after re connecting the anal shafting I manipulated the anal penetrator to give some gentle strokes to prepare her for withdrawal, "What are you doing," she wailed trying to remember which switch was which but I unclipped the panel to stop her interfering as I gently set the machine to fuck her ass, I reasoned as the bulbous head was much larger than the shaft which slid in the neophrene sleeve clamped in her spinchter then she would need some preparation.

She made some strange noises and then wailed noisily as I set the hydraulics to the retrieve position and first the cream neophrene sleeve then the dark bulbous head appeared.

The penetrator clunked to the floor leaving a brown trail, after a few false starts I found the switches to reverse the motors holding the straps which secured her to the equipment.

She was too stiff to move and I found myself trying to lift her from the chair past the control module and clear of the mass of wiring and tubes.

The strange Leather bra still held her and I lost patience and cut it off her with a craft knife from my bag.

Finally I lifted her clear, she was surprisingly light, and taller than I thought.

"You should go to casualty, you are bleeding inside and there is aluminium swarf up there."

"No it will be OK, its just too embarrassing it will come out by itself and I'm in no hurry to be fucked again" she paused, "Or do you want to, you do, you want to fuck me don't you, just fuck me like a piece of meat."

"I don't fuck pieces of meat generally. but you must get this aluminium sorted out."

"You do it, In the bathroom wash me out properly, I have an enema kit you can use to wash me out."

I went to put her on her feet. "No carry me," she ordered.

So I carried her down the corridor to the door marked bathroom and on in to her designer world of black marble effect surfaces, black bath and WC and dazzling white towels.

I sat her on the loo seat and rigged up the small bore tubing and began to clean her, We ended up with her across the bath one knee each side and I got quite wet so I hung my shirt and trousers on a radiator to dry and finally after several minutes work I could not see any more flecks of silver inside her.

My Phone rang, I tried to grab it but by the time I retrieved it from my trouser pocket it was too late.  I rang the number, It was my fare "Oh my planes' cancelled, I can get the next one at six so I'll take the bus, no need to pick me up now."

"What is it," Elsie asked.

"My Job for today cancelled."

"Just as well being as you had no sleep,"

The little hose was still running in the bath, she picked it up and carefully aimed it at my Boxer shorts.

"You had better dry them." she suggested, as she rose from the bath to stand on the luxurious deep pile of the big black bathroom carpet.

I looked her over, she looked thirty, older than I liked, smaller tits than I liked, I like brunettes and green eyes not blue eyed blondes, I did not fancy her at all, yet when I hung my Boxers up it seemed the most natural thing in the world when she pulled me down onto her and guided my throbbing penis within her.




A Phone Call



I did not even know her surname, but she was warm and very willing, or was it grateful, or did she just need reassurance that no permanent harm had been done but it was her idea, and I guess not bad payment for several hours hard work

I guess we were both tired, exhausted even and after a few pleasant minutes I did a rather ungentlemanly thing and came inside her, rolled over and went to sleep.

I woke much later, her dainty little hands were washing my erect penis with a flannel.

"Some flecks of metal," she explained.

"I ought to go." 

"Yes." she agreed, "Put the key under the flower pot."

"Why?"

"For the next time."



A Phone Call



My body jolted and my eyes snapped opened. I sat up wide-eyed and looked around the dark room. I had been woken up by some dream that escaped my conscience mind. My heart was racing, beads of sweat formed on my brow. My pussy pulsed and throbbed and I wondered if I had had an orgasm in my sleep. I moved my hand to my clit and pressed on it. I jumped as the sensations of my fingers made my pussy clench. I wondered what I had been dreaming about that had me so hot. I laid back down and closed my eyes but couldn't sleep. My body ached badly to come again. I looked at the clock. It wasn't too late. I grabbed my phone and sent out a text. 

"Are you awake?" 

I got a response quickly, "yeah, baby. What are you doing?" 

"Wish you were here. I can't sleep. I had a dream and it made me want your cock." 

My phone started ringing and I answered it quickly, "hello." 

"You want my cock huh?" 

"Yes please. I need it. I can't sleep without it." 

I started to lazily play with my pussy.

"How do you want it. Tell me." 

"I want it hard and deep. I want your cock to pound the fuck out of my pussy." 

"Oh yeah? Would you like that, baby? Would you like for me to treat you like a little slut?" 

"Yes Sir. I need you to treat me like a slut. I need for you to use and abuse me." 

"This cock wants that pussy too, baby." 

"Then come and get it. Please." 

"I don't know. We really shouldn't you know." 

"Why not? We both want it." 

"I know but I don't think it's alright anymore." 

"Who's gonna tell? You? Not me. Just please come here." 

"Baby you know I want to. You know I want it so fucking bad." 

"My pussy has always felt good to you hasn't it?"

"Fuck yes. You're pussy is the best. It makes my cock feel so good. You fuck so good baby girl." 

"I suck your cock real good too don't I? I want to suck your cock. I wanna feel you fuck my throat." "Baby you gotta stop." 

"Why, Love. Tell me why?" 

"We can't do it anymore. You know the deal." 

"I don't wanna know the deal. I want your cock. I love your cock." 

"I love your pussy, baby. But it's just not right anymore." 

"Stop being the voice of reason. Just come fuck me. My pussy's so fucking wet. It's so ready for you." 

"Your pussy's always so fucking wet. It's amazing." 

"I know and it's wet now and ready for you." 

"My cock is so hard for you right now. You always make me so horny. You're a fucking sexy bitch baby." 

"Come on. Come here, I need to be fucked to sleep." 

"I'd love to fuck you to sleep, baby, but you know I can't." 

"Yes you can. Please, just one more time." 

"Baby, there's never just one more time for you." 

"Just pretend for this time, just pretend that it's alright for tonight, please I gotta have you." 

"You're playing with your pussy aren't you? I can tell. You're voice becomes so much fucking sexier when you're in heat." 

"Yes, but it needs more than what I can give it. It needs your cock. It needs your tongue and your lips. I need you. I need to feel you pressed against me. I need to feel your body. I need to feel your lips on mine and your hands in my hair. I need to feel your cock filling my mouth. I need to feel you cum for me." 

"Oh God, baby girl, stop it. Just stop."

"I can't. I won't until I get that cock. Come on, Love, your bitch is in heat. I won't be satisfied until I've satisfied you." 

"I have to go now, baby." 

"No. Please don't go." 

"I have to." 

I heard the phone hang up and I sighed. I closed my eyes and tried hard to go to sleep. I finally managed to drift off, but was woken up by kisses on my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open and I turned around. I smiled and threw my arms around his neck. 

"I knew you'd come." 

"Baby, you know I can't resist you." 

He had quietly taken his clothes off while I slept and I could feel his bare skin against mine. I sat up and kissed his neck while I ran my long nails down his back. He moaned and slipped his cock into my pussy. I let out a sigh and brought my hips forward to meet his. 

"Oh god, Love, it feels so good. You're cock was meant for my pussy. You know that right?" 

He leaned down more, kissing my lips softly, "yes, baby, I know. My cock feels so fucking right in this tight little pussy. Are you ready, baby?" 

"Always." 

He sat up bringing my legs up to his shoulders; he began to thrust into me with long, hard strokes. I let out a loud moan, "yes. Fuck yes, fuck me Sir." 

He brought his hand down to my throat and pinned me down. 

"You want it?" 

I nodded and smiled." 

He got up onto his toes and began to drill into me with all of his weight. I could feel his cock reach the bottom of my pussy. My pussy began to spasm around him and he yelled out, "that's right, my bitch, fucking cum for me. Cum on this cock!" 

My back arched and he let go of my throat. I began to scream and yell out, "fuck! Fuck! Fuck that motherfucker! Fuck it! Make this fucking pussy explode. Fuck me with that fat fucking cock, you fucking Bastard. Fuck it! Get that fucking cunt. Tear it up!" 

"Oh Goddamn you hot little bitch! You're fucking pussy is gripping the fuck outta my cock." 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Was all I could say anymore as I began to come. I could feel my pussy pulsing around his cock. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me. He slowed his pace and came back down, stretching out on top of me. He kissed my face and lips. I whispered in his ear, "you fuck me so good." 

He smiled at me and kissed me before asking, "you wanna suck this cock, baby?" 

"Yes." 

"Yeah?" He pulled from me and laid down on the bed, "then come do it." 

I positioned myself on my knees between his legs. I brought my head down and licked from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his cock. He moaned, "yeah baby I love when you do that." 

I smiled and continued, flattening my tongue and cleaning all of my cum from him before I slowly began to sink my mouth down on his cock. 

"Fuck yes. I love your mouth." 

I suckled his cock slowly, letting my tongue swirl around him before I dropped down and took him into the back of my throat. 

"Fuck yeah! Choke on that cock, bitch." 

He thrust his hips into my mouth, causing me to choke and sputter around him. I moaned when I could. He finally let up, allowing me to take normal breaths. I wrapped my hands around the shaft of his cock and worked the head with my mouth. 

"That's it girl. You fucking got it. Serve that fucking cock." 

I kept sucking until he pulled me up on top of him.

"Fuck that cock." 

I squealed with pleasure and dropped down onto him, sending every inch of him into me. I ground my hips down on him, watching his face as I moved. 

"God girl you know how to fuck. In your fucking pussy, I'm not going to last too much longer." 

I smiled down at him and began to bounce on his cock. 

"Oh yeah? Then come for me. Give me all of it. Fucking fill me up!" 

His hands came down on my hips and he began to thrust with me. 

"Oh fuck! Here it comes baby. It's all for you."

I felt him explode into me, which sent me into another orgasm, my eyes locked on his as we both came. He pulled me down on top of him when he was through and ran his fingers through my hair. 

"You're the best fuck ever." 

"No, Sir, you are. Thank you." 

He pulled my head to his and kissed me. 

"Can you sleep now?" 

"Yes." 

"Good. I have to go." 

I pouted, "I know, Love." 

"I wish I could stay." 

"I wish you could too." 

"Maybe one day." 

"That's my hope." 

I moved to let him up and watched as he dressed. He came back to me and kissed me again. 

"I'll see you later." 

I nodded and closed my eyes as he walked out the door.



A Phone Call



Jenny was on the phone to her girlfriend, Cassie. Cassie was working away at the moment and they hadn't been together for a few weeks. The conversation had started off rather mundane talking about the weather, how their friends were doing etc. It wasn't long before the conversation started to turn a bit more candid.

"So are you missing me" Cassie asked

"Of course I am, you wouldn't believe how much I miss your company"

"Just my company, is that all" Cassie remarked laughing. 

"God, you know that I miss your body, the way you touch me, the way you hold me."

"So have you been doing anything to ease the situation then" Cassie asked.

"Well, I have eased the situation a couple of times with my fingers, if you know what I mean"

"I've been the same, but after a while I needed more than my fingers, so I looked on the internet and found that there was a sex shop just around the corner from the hotel and, well, I bought myself a vibrator"

Jenny's heart skipped a beat, "How did you have the nerve, what's it like, is it good" Jenny had so many questions. "I can't believe your staying in a hotel, and your using a vibrator, suppose someone hears and what about the maid suppose she finds it when she is turning down the room?"

"The thought of being heard turns me on even more as does the thought of the maid finding the toy, in fact I left it out this morning and when I came in this evening, it was in the bedside drawer cleaned." Cassie then added in a husky voice "I bet she used it."

"Stop it; you're making me jealous, and horny."

"Do you want me to go and get it, shall I use it while I'm on the phone to you, do you want to hear me cum"

Before Jenny could say anything she heard the phone being put down and footsteps a drawer being opened and closed and then the phone being picked back up.

"I'm holding it now, it's about 8 inches long, it's bent over at the end so that I can hold against my g spot."

"What are you wearing Cassie darling. I want you to set the scene for me, I'm lying on the sofa in just my night dress, god your making me horny, my pussy is throbbing, please tell me what you are doing" Jenny almost pleaded.

"I'm laid on the bed, naked, I've just had a shower my skin is tingling with excitement"

Jenny then heard a low buzz as Cassie switched the toy on.

"I'm running the vibrator over my breasts, my nipples are hard, I'm playing the vibrator over them now, god this is good, my hard nipples are aching, I wish you could suck them. I wish you could bite my hard nipples."

Jenny's right hand was gently massaging her own breasts mimicking the actions at the other end of the phone.

"I'm now running the vibrator down over my stomach, I'm sliding it between my thighs, I'm spreading my legs, the toy is running up and down my slit. My pussy lips are opening, I can feel my juices starting to flow. Do you want me to push the vibrator inside me?"

"God yes, push it in, I want you to slide your toy up inside your pussy, I'm wet as well my hand is pushing the material of my nightdress up and down my pussy, my juices are staining the material, I want you to pump that toy in and out of yourself thinking about me with a hand between my legs, I only wish it was your hand"

"There was a gasp on the phone, I'm fucking myself now, I'm imagining that you are here watching me fuck myself with my toy." Cassie was thrusting the plastic cock in and out of herself, she was struggling to talk on the phone at the same time and ended up putting the phone down on the bed allowing her to use both hands. She rubbed frantically at her clit as her other hand manipulated the vibrator to a position where it was stimulating her g spot.

Jenny could hear the noise of the toy being pumped in and out of Cassie's cunt, she heard the phone being put down and then she heard squelching as Cassie rubbed at her clit. She, herself, had dragged her nightshirt up her body giving herself easier access to her wet sex. She continued to use just one hand not able to put the phone down for fear of missing anything. Her fingers rubbed down from her clit and right down her wet slit and back up. She then brought her fingers up to her mouth tasting her juices before rubbing along the length of her slit again, she then rubbed in a circular motion starting off slowly then increasing in speed until her hand was a blur. On the phone she could hear Cassie start to cum, she heard her start to gasp, the gasping getting louder as Cassie approached her orgasm. Jennys fingers were now pumping in and out of her dripping cunt, her orgasm welling up inside. She heard a scream on the phone as Cassie finally tipped herself over the edge. The sound of her friend cumming had a similar effect on Jenny and she came hard, her juice pouring out between her fingers that were buried deep inside her wet cunt.

It must have been about a minute before Cassie picked up the phone "Christ, I've never cum so hard before."

"You and me both sweetie" Jenny replied "I only wish I could have watched, you know how much it turns me on to watch you with your hands buried between your thighs"

"Yea, I do enjoy putting on a show for you. I can't wait until we are together again."

Soon after they both said that they loved each other and ended there call.

The next morning Jenny woke, her mind went back to the previous night and she immediately became aroused, "I've got to buy myself a vibrator" she thought as she slowly drew a finger up her dampening slit. "Shit" she thought "I haven't time for this I have to be at work in an hour". And so she showered, got dressed deciding to dress a bit more sexily, a sheer blouse with a short skirt, her push up bra showing off her cleavage.

All morning at work she could hardly concentrate, her mind going back to the previous night. By the time her lunch hour arrived she was in a state of high arousal. Instead of doing anything about it now she decided she would visit the sex shop she had discovered that was at the other side of town.

She plucked up the courage and walked in, she was surrounded by racks and racks of vibrators, dildos, love eggs. On the wall opposite, hung up, were uniforms of all descriptions; schoolgirl, police woman, nurse and many others. At the far end of the shop there was a section with DVDs. Looking around there was no one else in the shop, which helped, apart from a female sales assistant who nodded and asked if she could help.

"No thank you, I'm just looking" Jenny said and then started looking at all the vibrators. It was difficult to choose but in the end she ended up with 7 inch sensuous massager, as she walked over to pay she noticed some double ended dildos and immediately she imagined her and Cassie fucking each other, with 9 inches of the same dildo buried deep inside each other. Making sure that no one else had entered the shop she then picked up the Bend It Double Dong. She put the items on the counter and smiled at the assistant. The assistant rang the amounts in the till and said "Because you've bought two you can have another at half price"

"I wouldn't know which other one to get"

"This is one I would recommend" and put on the counter a remote control mini vibe "I've got one of these and its awesome, if I'm going shopping I can just pop it in and have some fun at the same time"

Jenny paid for this one as well and hurried out of the shop and went back to work arriving there just in time.

As the afternoon wore on Jenny became more and more restless she couldn't wait to get home and try out her new toys.

Finally 5 o'clock arrived and Jenny hurried off to catch her bus home. As usual there was no one else on the bus other than the female driver. She couldn't wait any longer and phoned Cassie.

"You'll never guess what but I've bought some sex toys" she whispered into the phone. "some we can share."

"Why don't you try one now"

"I can't I'm on my way home from work, I'm on the bus"

"But you always say that there is never anyone else on the bus, why don't you try it"

Normally Jenny would be horrified at the thought of doing anything like this in public but today all her inhibitions seemed to have disappeared. As quietly as she could she opened the Sensuous Massager and inserted the batteries. Turning the knob it let out a low hum, she looked up to make sure that the bus driver didn't hear, she was concentrating on driving.

"Right I'm going to do it" Jenny said quietly on the phone to Cassie.

Jenny slowly hitched her skirt up to allow her better access and ran the buzzing vibrator up and down her dampening mound. She could feel her nipples harden and looking down realized that they were showing through the thin material of her blouse, as she held the phone to her ear she managed to gently rub her breast with her arm.

"Is it good Jenny darling, what are you doing" Cassie asked

"A bit too fucking good, I'm running it up and down my pussy over my panties. I'm so wet"

"Take them off, take your panties off"

Jenny put the phone and the vibrator down and slowly eased her panties down her legs then picked them up and put them in her bag, she picked up the vibrator turned it back on and then put the phone back to her ear.

"I've taken them off and I'm running it up and down my pussy lips now, I can't believe how wet I am, it feels as if juice is coating my thighs."

"Rub the throbbing tip over your clit"

Jenny did that and it nearly made her jump out of her seat, she could see the driver look at her in the mirror.

"Push it in, push it up your cunt, work it deep inside your wet hole" Cassie said urgently "I'm frigging myself off listening to you, I need to hear you cum."

"It's deep inside now, I'm close, I'm starting to cum" and with that Jenny came hard her juice flooding out coating her hand and skirt."

Jenny heard on the phone Cassie start her orgasm and they both came together.

After they had calmed down and wished each other a good evening, Jenny managed to get the toy away before the bus pulled up at her stop. She stood up her skirt still around her waist, as she quickly pulled it down she noticed that the driver was staring at her intently in the mirror. Jenny walked up to the front of the bus and nearly froze when she saw that the bus was fitted with security cameras. The monitor was zoomed in on the seat were she had been sitting, the damp patch visible on the material of the seat. The driver smiled at her and whispered, "I'll keep the disc for my own pleasure"

Jenny almost ran home, ashamed and also very excited.

Cassie would be home in the next couple of days and Jenny still had a couple of toys to try.



A Phone Call



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--Mmm-mm. Now, sexy, tell me more about the type of Mistress you NEED. Press 1 to get SPANKED by Punishing Paula. Press 2 to get TIED to the bed and TEASED un-MERCifully. Press 3 to be treated like the slut you are. Press 4—

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--Just a moment, sexy. You'll be connected with one of our Mistresses right away. Remember: Simply press 1 to speak to a different Mistress at any time.

--(musak)

--Hello?

Hello.

--Are you on your knees?

Yes.

--Yes WHAT?

Yes, Mistress.

--Better. Now ... what's your name?

Tom.

--Hmmm ... Tom. What have you been up to?

Well, Mistress. I'm on my knees in your boudoir. Sort of going through some of your things. And ... well, I've tried on ... I mean, I'm wearing a pair of your panties.

--Which ones?

They're white, Mistress. Satin with pink roses.

...

The G-strings that have a matching lacy bra.

--I know which ones, you fucking Bitch. I'm wondering why it is you're in my boudoir, wearing my underwear.

...

--Why is that, Tom.

I --

--You WHAT, Tom?

I -- I just ...

--Just what? Hmmm?

I guess, I guess I like the way they feel.

--Do you? You like the way the satin triangle cups your tiny little prick? Do you like the way it holds your cock tight?

Yes, Mistress.

--I bet you do, Tom. I bet you like the way that tiny little string rides up your ass and presses into your butthole. Tell me, Tom, is your ass a virgin?

Yes.

--It is? (laughter) We'll see.

...

--Now, Tom. What I'm wondering is NOT why you snuck into my personal things without my asking. I'm not wondering why you are wearing my panties like a little sissy slut. Because I know, Tom. I know what a sissy bitch you are. I know what you need and you know I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to give it ALL to you. Do you think you can handle that, Tom?

Yes, Mistress.

--Hmm-mmm, we'll see. No, what I'm wondering, Tom, is why you still aren't looking at the ground like the fucking whore slave you are!

I'm sorry, Mistress.

--Look at the fucking ground.

Yes, Mistress.

--Are you looking at the ground, Tom?

Yes, Mistress.

--Good, boy. Good boy.

Thank you, Mistress.

--Now, Tom ... tell me ... what else do you have there besides my panties?

Well, Mistress, there's the bra but I haven't put it on yet. And I have some ice and there are candles burning and a belt.

--Hmmm ... ice, candles, and a belt. Is that all?

Yes, Mistress.

--Are your sure you don't have anything else there, Tommy? No long, hard toys for example?

Well, I do have my girlfriend's vibrator, Mistress.

--Then fetch it, Tommy, and don't waste my time any more.

Yes, Mistress.

...

I have it, Mistress.

--(laughter) Good boy, Tommy. Now, fetch me a rubber band and some clothespins.

Unh, I'm not sure I have any clothespins, Mistress.

--Tom, do you want to be my slave?

Oh yes, Mistress.

--Do you really, Tommy?

Yes, Mistress.

--Then why are you insisting on making me mad?

I'm ... Mistress, I—

--You what, Tommy? Are you making me mad so that I'll punish you? Is that it, Tom? Do you need to be punished?

Yes, please, Mistress.

--You want me to punish you? You want me to hurt you?

Yes, please, Mistress.

--Why is that, Little Tommy?

Because I've been a bad boy, Mistress.

--A bad boy, Tommy? Or a bad girl?

...

--Which is it, Tommy? Or is it ... Tommasina? Are you my little Tommasina slut?

Yes, Mistress.

--Are you my little bitch-whore, Tommy?

Oh, yes, Mistress.

--And you'll do anything to please me, won't you Tommy?

Anything, Mistress.

--You'll thank me for punishing you, won't you, Tommy? You'll beg me to hurt you, won't you Tommy?

Yes, Mistress. Anything, Mistress.

--You're going to be a good little slut, won't you, Tommy?

Oh, YES, Mistress.

--THEN FIND SOME FUCKING CLOTHES PINS NOW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!

Yes, Mistress.

... ... ...

I have them, Mistress.

--That took a long time, Tommy-girl.

I'm sorry, Mistress. I had to look everywhere for the clothespins. But I found four of them.

--Only four?

Yes, Mistress.

--Very well, Tommy. Next time you'll have them waiting for me, won't you?

Of course, Mistress.

--Very good. Now, Tommy, you will do everything I say, won't you?

Yes, Mistress.

--Good, then get the belt, bend your ass over and give yourself twenty good smacks.

Yes, Mistress.

--And after every spank, you will thank me for punishing you. Is that clear?

Yes, Mistress.

... 

(smack) One Thank you, Mistress 

... 

(smack) Two --Thank you, Mistress

--Hit your pathetic little ass harder you little cunt! I want to hear it!

Yes, Mistress --(Smack) Three --Than—

--Start over at one, you cheating fuck!

... 

(Smack) One Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Two Thank you, Mistress 

(Smack) Three Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK) Four Thank you, Mistress

--That was a good one. Do it hard like that.

(SMACK) Five Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK) Six Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK) Seven Thank you, Mistress 

(Smack) Eight Thank you, Mistress 

(Smack) Nine Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK) Ten Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK) Eleven Thank you, Mistress 

--Come on, Tommy. Don't slack off. I want to hear that soft leather crack on your ass.

(SMACK) Twelve Thank you, Mistress 

(Smack) Thirteen Thank you, Mistress 

...

--Doesn't that feel good on your ass, Tommy?

(Smack) Fourteen Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK!) Fifteen Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK!) Six teen Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK!!) Seventeen Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK!!) Eighteen Thank you, Mistress 

--Make that ass sting. Make it red for me. Make it burn.

(SMACK!!) Nineteen Thank you, Mistress 

--Don't slow down, Tommy. Smack that ass for me! Smack it! Beat it! Make it fucking sing for me, Tommy!

(SMACK!!!) Twenty Thank you, Mistress

--That's it, bitch. YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED AND I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GET INTO MY LINGERIE DRAWER AGAIN YOU FUCKING PANTY-SLAVE WHORE. HURRY UP AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT ASS CUZ I GOT OTHER PLANS FOR YOU, YOU LITTLE SLUT!

...

--How does that feel, Tommy?

Oh, it hurts, Mistress.

--(laughter)

It hurts so good, Mistress.

--(laughter)

...

--How do those panties feel sliding up your ass?

Oh, so good.

--Pull the string up there, Tommy.

Ohhhh.

--Pull it harder.

Ohhh. Mmmm.

--Does that feel good, Tommy? Does it feel hot?

Oh, yes, Mistress. Mmmm-mm.

--Tell me, Tommassina, is that little slut ass of yours red?

Fuck yes.

--Well, let's cool it down a little bit, shall we? Get some ice, Bitch, and rub it on that sore butt.

...

--How does that feel, Tommassina?

Very good, Mistress.

--(laughter) Good, now press the ice cube against the "virgin" butthole of yours.

(gasp)

--Feel good?

Yes.

--Good. Now, relax, Tommy, and work that cube of ice inside your butthole.

Ohhh. Ooooh.

--I bet that feels good, doesn't it Tommy.

Oh, yes, Mistress.

--You're such a good little slave, aren't you Tommy? You'll do anything I say, won't you?

Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.

--Then slip that G-string back in place so that ice cube doesn't move and give your ass five more swats.

...

--Hurry up, Bitch!

Yes Mistress.

...

(Smack) One Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Two Thank you, Mistress 

(Smack) Three Thank you, Mistress 

(SMACK) Four Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK!) OW! Five Thank you, Mistress 

--(laughter) How's that feel, Tommy?

It hurt, Mistress. My skin was all cold and ... the belt ...

--You're a good boy, Tommy, and I'll give you a reward on one condition.

Thank you, Mistress.

--Is that cube still up your butt?

Yes, Mistress.

--Good boy. Then your reward is to put that bra on like a real sissy girl. I'm gonna turn you into my true panty-slave and work you over like the cunt you want to be. Isn't that right, Tommy? Don't you want to be my cunt? Are you ready to be my slut?

Yes, Mistress.

--Is the bra on?

Yes, Mistress.

--How does it look?

It looks ... it FEELS very sexy, Mistress.

--Of course it FEELS sexy, Tommy. It's my lingerie. But I bet it looks RIDICULOUS. I bet you look like a fool. In fact, Tommy, you look like a sissy boy, don't you?

Yes, Mistress.

--Now, my little sissy slave, get a cube of ice and start rubbing it on those tiny nubs you call titties. Make your little nipples hard. Make them fucking HURT!

Yes, Mis— Oooh. Mmmm.. Aaahhhh.

--Hmm-mmm. Good boy, Tommy. Keep rubbing that ice all over your little nipples. Make them stick out and reach for the sky make them as hard as that little cock of yours. Is it hard, Tommy? Is your prick straining against the satin of those panties, smearing pre-come all over the front?

Oh, God yes, Mistress.

--You're gonna be so sorry for soiling my panties, Tommy. You're gonna rue the day you decided to get into my lingerie.

...

--Are you still rubbing your nipples?

Yes, Mistress. The ice is almost gone.

--Stick it down your panties, slave. Rub the ice up and down your cock and balls!

Aaah! That feels so good, Mistress!

--(laughter) Of course it does. Now, Tommy, I want you listen very carefully to me. I want you to put a clothes pin on each nipple. Can you do that?

I ... I think so, Mistress.

--Good. Put one on the left nipple first, Tommassina. Then the right one.

...

Oh! OW!

--Does that hurt, Tommy-boy?

Ah, yes!

--Good. Hurry up and get the other one on.

...

--They're both on, Mistress.

--Do they hurt, Tommy?

Yes, Mistress.

--Good (laughter). And, Tommy, don't you dare take those off before I tell you to. Is that clear?

Yes, Mistress.

--You're not touching your prick are you, Tommy?

No, Mistress.

--Bullshit!

No, Mistress. Really. I—

--Don't fucking contradict me, bitch! Twist those clothespins right now and make your fucking nipples scream! Hurry up!

OW! OW! AAARRGH!

...

--Now, Tommassina, don't ever lie to me again. Is that clear?

Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress.

--(laughter) You are very sorry, Tommasinna. Very FUCKING sorry. Standing there in your girlfriend's bra and panties with clothes pins tearing into your nipples and melting ice dripping out of your ass. Yes, Tommy, you're a sorry excuse for a man. In fact, I don't even think you're a man except for that little thing dangling between your legs. And YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THAT TINY EXCUSE FOR A PRICK AGAIN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. You fucking whore. In fact, Tommy, I'm going to change your name. I'm not gonna call you Tommy anymore. If you want to be my panty-slave, then you're name's going to be ... Rosalita. How does that sound, Rosie?

Anything, Mistress. Please, just let me serve you.

--If you're worthy, Rosalita. If you're worthy.

Thank you, Mistress.

--So, those are your girlfriend's underwear, aren't they, Rosie?

Yes, Mistress.

--What do you think she's gonna say when she finds her panties are all stretched out fitting around your fat ass?

I—

--Do you think your girlfriend doesn't know what a panty-slut you are, Tommy?

I—

--Of course she does, fool. She's just waiting to find you out in her own time. Maybe that time's tonight, Tommy. Maybe I'm going to invite her over to watch me fuck you, my little panty- slave. Do you think she'd like that, Rosie?

No, I—

--But you'd like that wouldn't you?

No, Mistress, I—

--No? Oh, I don't think so. I think you do. I think you'd like me to invite all your friends over. I think you'd like to be dressed like a woman and fucked by me in front of all your friends from work. All the boys from the gym. They'd love to see you act like a slut, wouldn't they, Rosalita.

Mistress, I—

--Shut the fuck up and get on your knees. 

...

--You will do what I say and you will beg me to do it. Is that clear?

...

Yes, Mistress.

--Then beg me to put on some of your girlfriend's lipstick. 

May I please put on some lipstick, Mistress?

--BEG!

May I PLEEEEZE put on some lipstick, Mistress?

--Whine like a little girl!

Oh, PLEEEZE may I put on some lipstick, my most beautiful, Mistress?

--(laughter) What a good little slut you really are, Rosalita. Very well. But make sure it's slut red.

Yes, Mistress.

...

I've put it on, Mistress.

--Do you look like a cheap whore, Rosalita?

Yes, Mistress.

--I bet you do. Cuz that's just what you are, right Rosie? You want me to take you down to the bar, Rosalitalita? Pimp you out for five bucks?

Oh, Mistress. I—

--Maybe we should paint your nails, to match those fuck-me lips. What do you think, Rosie?

I dunno, Mistress.

--Might be kind of hard to explain to your girlfriend, eh, Tommy?

Yes, Mistress.

--(sigh) very well, Tommy. I s'pose you're getting anxious to get FUCKED. I bet that prick of yours is starting to hurt, eh Rosalitalita?

Not as bad as my nipples, Mistress.

--(laughter) Very well, my panty-slave. Take the clothes pins off. But I'll have to punish you.

Thank you, Mistress.

--Next time, you'll not only have the clothes pins ready, you'll have a little better endurance. Won't you Rosalita?

Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

--How are your balls, Rosie? Kind of full? Hurt a little?

Unh, yes, Mistress. But—

--Well, they're about to hurt a lot, bitch. How many rubber bands did you bring?

Five.

--Place two of them around your balls, right below the base of your cock. Now listen, Rosalita. I want them tight and I want them to hurt but not too tight. Do you understand?

Yes, Mistress.

--Then take two more rubber bands and place them at the base of your puny cock. Same rules. Tight and painful but it shouldn't cut off your circulation. Don't let that prick change color. You wouldn't want to have to explain THAT to your girlfriend now would you?

No, Mistress.

...

--Well?

...

I'm done, Mistress.

--Well?

Ohhhh, it fucking hurts!

--Veerrry good, Rosalita. Very good. Now, pull the rubber bands away from your prick and let it snap back.

OW!

--(laughter) Do it again!

OW! That hurts!

--Good. Do it again! And keep doing it while I strap on my nine-inch long, fat-thick, bright blue dildo. It's my martian dick and you know what I'm going to do with it. Don't you Rosalita?

Yes, Mistr—

--Keep snapping your prick!

OW! Yes, Mi— OW! Yes, Mistress.

--Good. Now, get on your knees in front of me and tell me what you see.

I ... I see you, Mistress. 

--Do you see my cock, bitch?

Yes, Mistress.

--You know what to do, don't you?

No, Mistress.

--You're gonna suck it, bitch. And you better suck it reeeaaaal good because the only lubrication you're gonna get when I fuck you is your saliva!

Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

--Now, hold that vibrator in front of your face and beg me to suck it.

...

Please may I suck your cock, Mistress.

--Beg me, bitch!

Oh please, please, Mistress, may I suck your prick. I'll do anything you say, Mistress, anything at all. I want to be your salve, Mistress please may I be your slave

--Beg to be my panty slut!

please may I be your panty-slut I want to be your who' Mistress I want to suck 

--Tell me you need to suck my cock!

your cock I need it, Mistress, I need to suck it Gawd I need it so bad, Mistress, please let me please please please oh please let me I 

--Tell me why you need it, cunt!

need it Mistress I need it cuz I'm a slut and a whore and your panty-slave and your bitch 

--Are you my bitch, Rosalita?

oh yes Mitsress I'm your bitch I'm your whore your cunt yourFucking beg me like a cheap whore!

--Then kiss the tip of this dildo.

(kiss)

--Kiss it all over.

(kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss)

--Now lick it up and down. Slurp on my dildo-cock, Rosalita.

(slurp)(lick)(lick)(slurp)(slurp) (slurp)(lick)(lick)(slurp)(slurp)

--You like that, don't you, Rosie?

Yes, Mistress.

--Now, suck it, Rosie! Shove this dildo down your throat!

Mmmm-mmm.

--In and out, Rosie! In and out. Fuck your mouth with the dildo. Get it all slicked up. Yeah, I'm fucking your mouth, Rosie. Fucking it with my big blue Martian cock. Getting it all lubed up for that virgin ass of yours.

Mmmm-mmm.

--Take it all, Rosie. Moan like you enjoy it cuz I know you do, you bitch.

Mmmm-mmm.

--You like that, don't you bitch? Take it all. Take it deep!

Mmmm-mmm.

--Reach down while you're sucking my cock and snap those rubber bands a couple times.

Mmmm-mmm.

--Bend over and smack your ass a couple times, Rosie

(Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!)

Woa, Rosalita. Don't get carried away smacking that ass. It's gonna get sore enough in a minute.

Oh, please, Mistress, may I come?

DON'T YOU EVEN THINK OF COMING UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION!

No, Mistress.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

Yes, Mistress.

Stand up and take those panties off. You no longer des—

Yes, Mistress.

--erve to wear them. You're pathetic. You're a fucking whore. Take the bra off, too. And the rubber bands. I want you fucking naked when I fuck you.

Yes, Mistress.

--On your back, bitch.

Yes, Mistress.

--Spreads your legs.

Yes, Mistress.

--Give the dildo one last kiss, Rosalitalita.

(kiss)

--Now, place the tip of that rubber prick against your anus and shove it in.

AAAAHHH!!!

--All the way in, cunt!

OOOOOOHHHHH!

--That's it, Rosie.

MMM-mmmm!

--Is it in, bitch?

Yes Mistress.

--How far?

A couple inches.

--I want it all the way in, Rosie. I'm gonna shove this dildo up your ass so far you'll remember it for a week. Now DO IT! FUCK YOURSELF!

AAAARRRGGHH!

--That's it whore. All the way in!

YES OHH YESSssss.

--Is it all the way in?

Yes, Mistress.

--How does it feel?

It feels good, Mistress.

--(laughter) I told you you'd like to be fucked, didn't I Rosie.

Yes, Mistress.

--So start ramming that cock in and out, cunt!

Please may I come?!

--Fuck yourself first, bitch!

OHH! AARRRRGH! OOOOOO!

--That's it, fuck your self good, you little panty-slut. 

OH PLEASE MISTRESS MAY I COME!?

--Now pinch your nipples hard with your fingernails. 

OH GOD MISTRESS! OH GOD!

--In and out you little cunt sissy panty whore. 

OH PLEASE MISTRESS PLEASE!

--Now you may come, Rosie. Grab that cock of yours and pump away. Stroke it, 

OH THANK YOU MISTRESS THANK YOU

--bitch. Shoot your load. Make that warm cum erupt all over your hands do it bitch do it do it do it

THAAAAAAAANNNNNKKKKKKK

GOD

JESUS

FUCK

--(laughter)

OH

My

gaawwwwwwd.

... ... ...

--Does that feel good, Rosie?

Oh thank you, Mistress.

--Did you make a mess, Tommy?

Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

--You're a very good slave, Tommy. A very good whore. Would you like a reward?

Unh, yes, Mistress. Yes, please.

--Is your hand covered with come, Tommy?

Unh, yes, Mistress. 




A Phone Call



--I want you to lick it off, Tommy. Suck up your own come. Slurp it like a real who—

[click]



A Phone Call & A Belt



The slut was laying almost naked on her bed. She had kept on her panties - without knowing quite why. Perhaps because she wanted to hear his instructions "Take them off now."

She jumped when the phone rang.

Although she had been waiting over 20 minutes for this call she felt another surge of anticipation as she lifted the phone to hear ear and said a simple "hello?"

She knew it was him .. and when his voice replied something inside her reacted automatically.

Julia wanted only to hear his voice, follow his instructions and she knew that he would let her come.

This was like no other relationship she had had. The sound of him telling her to touch and imagine was enough to make her wet.

Every time he called she felt excitement - she needed to submit to him.

Their first calls had been wild and exciting - he encouraging her to imagine situations and explore thoughts she had never thought she would share with another.

He made her think things that would have made her blush with shame before she talked with him.

Sadistic pleasure had always intrigued her .. but she didn't want to inflict pain .. she wanted to receive it.

She wanted him to take responsibility for her and make her do things; things that she didn't even know she wanted - but somehow he did.

Now he was speaking to her again and he would let her come .. if she pleased him.

This was a pre-planned call and she had been told what to expect.

He asked what she wanted and she told him that she would do anything he asked .. but could she come please.

He ignored her request and told her to take off her panties and pick up her collar. The collar was a black ribbon which she had selected on his instructions and was about to wear for him.

She followed his commands to the letter, finding the middle of the ribbon and pressing it between her cunt lips. He knew she was wet, there was no need to ask.

Next he told her to press it to her mouth and feel her warm juices on her lips and smell her own arousal. She did without question and felt a further churning in her body as she acknowledged her submission to him.

His next instruction was to place the centre of the ribbon at the front of her neck and wrap it on both sides around the back of her neck and then to the front. She knew that he would tell her to pull gently and she knew that her excitement would grow as she did.

When he had asked her to describe the feelings and made her admit how much she enjoyed this sluttish behaviour, he finally told her to touch .. to imagine his touch.

He described his fingertips and lips on her body, sensual slow torture as he teased her nipples before nipping and biting them .. then moving his hand or mouth away .. making her stretch to try and cling to some contact.

She slid her finger in and out of her aching cunt .. flicking up over her clit, feeling the tension grow in her body and knowing he could hear her pleasure.

He told her to stop ... she begged him but he was firm "Stop!"

He was ready to give her the sensations she craved .. "Pick up the belt."

She held it and followed the instructions she had anticipated all morning, spreading her legs wide at the knees, looking down at her slippery flesh.

She felt depraved, wanton, sluttish, degraded .. but totally his to command.

He told her what to do in detail now .. "keep your knees wide, put down the phone and spread your cunt lips .. use the belt .. softly three times on your clit .. then slap it hard once."

She obeyed absolutely and knew that he heard .. muffling movements, her rough breathing, the sound of three soft, teasing taps ... then the slap! She cried out "uuurggh .. hmmmm" .. and he could from her rapid, ragged breathing that she was close to an orgasm.

As she picked up the phone she was begging him "Please, Marcus, that was so hot .. it's still throbbing .. can I come now .. I need to come .. please."

"Yes, you can come, Julia, touch and come."

"Imagine me standing over you with the belt in my hand."

"Imagine what I will do when I see you losing control."

"Come for me .. come, Julia .. come .."

His words tailed away as he knew they had achieved their purpose and he listened on the phone and heard her groans grow to a crescendo .. listened to the silences between moans as she squeezed and tensed her whole body and let the waves of pleasure flood over her.

That was the first of five she enjoyed during his call. Each a little different and all because she knew that she was his .. to use as he wanted .. and that he would always please her. 

He would allow her to come ... he would make her come.



A Phone Call Away



I stood in the middle of the bedroom, set to get dressed, and I yelled, "Babe, have you seen my boxers?" Prior to showering, I had laid out all of the clothing that I would need for the evening. However, I found myself standing in a towel and missing step one in the basics of getting dressed. I was not overly bothered by the absence of my underwear, but I still wondered how I had either forgotten the garb or misplaced them somewhere between showering and the bedroom.

I turned to the dresser in search of a pair of replacement boxers, but my attention was diverted to my girlfriend, Randi. She was already dressed and prepared to leave for our friend's party. She was stunning. The party was an informal, come as you are, affair; but Randi had a way of making sure that she always looked fantastic.

Her hair, a curly mane of beautiful brown, hung free in waves of ringlets. Her face was smooth and had a tan tone common to European-Russian women. Her thin neck led to her graceful shoulders as they protruded the sides of her sleeveless shirt. The shirt was jet-black and hid most shadows, but it could not do so much as to hide the curves of her lovely breasts. The light faded into the darkness of her shirt as I looked over her flat stomach and down to the jeans she had basically painted on. To top it off, she wore high heeled shoes that barely stayed in sight beneath the flairs at the bottoms of her pant legs. In short, she was absolutely sexy.

Randi stood in the doorway with her hands pressed to the outer portion of the door trim. "What are you looking for?" she asked as if she had already forgotten why I had just shouted to her.

"I thought I laid out some boxers, but..."

She cut me off. "You did," then she grinned, "but I put them away."

"Why did you do that?" There was no attempt to be coy. I was noticeably confused by her gesture.

"You should wear these instead," she softly commanded as she revealed her hands from behind the door trim.

Each of her index fingers was hooked into the opposite sides of the waistband to a shiny purple thong. The purple was broken up by small, pink flowers that were placed in pattern across the material. I suddenly realized that I had seen that pair of panties before. It was the same thong that she wore the night that I fucked her for the first time.

"I don't think so," I protested, "we're going to a party with a bunch of people I don't know from Adam."

She tossed the thong to me and said, "Put them on." It was apparent that she was not kidding about me wearing the panties, so I removed my towel and stepped into the dainty fabric.

The material stretched as I pulled it over my thighs and up to my hips. The rear strand found its place between my cheeks and the front material cupped snuggly around my unit. It was not the first time I had worn panties as Randi and I had our history of kinky sex, but I still was turned on. My cock began to swell inside the soft material and Randi took notice.

"You look sexy," she purred as she stepped from the doorway and reached out to grab my cock through her panties. "Are you going to be able to keep this under control tonight?" She asked a simple question that should have had a simple answer, but I was unsure if I would be able to refrain from getting a hard on at the party.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," a smiled out a lie. Then she suggested that I finish getting dressed so we could leave. I did so and remarked how exposed my ass felt as it made contact with the insides of my jeans. I was soon ready and we left.

The car ride to the party was interesting to say the very least. I knew that it would be for the simple fact that just sitting down into the car felt good. As I sat, the fabric of the thong grazed against my cock and ever so lightly moved across the rim of my ass. It was rare that I ever wore a thong, let alone panties, and the feeling was sensational. Furthermore, I had never done so in public and the excitement of the situation heightened the feeling.

While in the car, Randi made it a point to mention how sexy I looked in her panties as she teased and toyed with me outside of my jeans. She would rub my cock until it was semi-hard then stop before I became completely aroused. Luck would have it that it was a long drive to the party and Randi had it in mind to make it as long as possible.

We finally arrived and Randi slipped into party mode. She was quickly with cocktail and in conversation with friends. I only knew two people that were supposed to be at the party, neither of whom ever showed. By no stretch am I a shy person, so I quickly made party-friends and found conversation. I talked and kept social standard, but I never let my mind wonder from the fact that I was wearing women's underwear. I tried to make sure that I always sat on a solid-back chair, a high-back sofa, or simply stood. I was paranoid about the tee shirt lifting too high or my jeans sliding too low to reveal my secret like every young tart has done at one time or another.

The party went into the stages of winding down and everyone was leaving. I had made it through unknown to anyone other than me and Randi. I was relieved. We shook hands and hugged, the host thanked us for coming, then he turned to talk to Randi for only a moment longer. His wife, Susan, was one of the few people at the party which I had actually enjoyed for conversation. In a good-bye effort, I gave her a hug and stated that it was a pleasure meeting her. She responded likewise then covertly whispered, "I like your panties."

I immediately felt my face flush red and I was not able to muster any words. She just looked at me with a wink and a grin as if to say she would not say anything to anyone. I was thankful as Randi and I left for home.

I didn't say anything to Randi about Susan's intimate knowledge of what was beneath my jeans, but the thought of having been caught by a really attractive woman made my hard on come about in full force. I was excited to get home and fuck Randi and she could clearly tell as she stroked me through my pants.

Once we finally arrived home, we barreled through the front door and moved into a wildly passionate kiss. Her body pressed against mine and I could feel that the waistband of my panties was no longer enough to contain my cock. The head of my pole was protruding from the top and nearly making way out of my jeans.

"I need you... right now," I whispered hotly to Randi in between kisses.

"Hmmm," she paused, "wait here."

Randi pulled away from me and walked into the bedroom. I tried to look and see what she was up to, but she closed the door behind her. I suddenly felt frustrated. I wanted so to come so bad that I caught myself rubbing the outside of my pants over my cock. My dick was so hard that it started to hurt and I needed relief.

Relief, however, would not come for an eternity. Randi was taking her sweet time getting whatever she was doing ready and it was killing me. I wondered if she was just lying under the sheets of our bed just to make me sweat in the wait. Finally I heard the stereo turn on and she started an ambient and sensual CD.

The bedroom door opened and Randi asked, "So, do you want to fuck me tonight?"

I thought the question was ridiculous considering the situation and I almost answered accordingly, but I quickly looked her over.

Her black shirt had been replaced with a tightly-laced, leather corset. Very little of her flesh was exposed and the cups at the top of the leather pushed her breasts into amazing mounds. I looked down to the floor and saw the leather stiletto heels that forced her calves to flex and stretched her legs to an extremely sexy length. I looked up the full length of her legs and found myself staring at a nine-inch, rubber cock that dangled from a black, leather harness. She was a wet dream come true.

"I don't know if I will be able to take all of that," I said as I pointed to the wide dong that protruded from her.

She reassured, "I'm sure you'll manage. Now strip down to your panties."

I dare not argue. I pulled off my shirt then lowered my pants. After taking off my clothes, I had to readjust the front of my panties as my cock was poking out of the top yet again. The sight of my mistress was too much for me to contain myself and I felt my cock jerk a little. She had not even touched me and I was close to orgasm.

Randi looked me over with a smile then turned and walked into the middle of the bedroom.

"Get down on all fours," she commanded and I complied. "Now crawl to me."

I felt like a fool. We had played the dominant-submissive games before, but she had never made me crawl. I was delighted each time I moved closer and closer to her; then, I reached her feet.

I stayed on all fours as she moved around behind me. She had not spread any lube over her massive member and my ass had not been loosened at all. I was a little worried that she intended to just go for gusto, but my worries were replaced with a sharp sting across my right ass cheek. Then, another surged across my left. Her open hand slapped loudly across my backside as she spanked me. I could feel my bottom starting to glow red then she gave another order.

"Get on the bed."

I did as I was told and crawled to the center of the bed. I stayed in my hands and knees as I faced the footboard. I felt the mattress sink just a little as Randi climbed in behind me. Then the distinct pop of a lubricant bottle opening broke into the air and I could hear the wet smacking sounds as she stroked her cock.

I felt a tiny spurt of pre-cum fall from my tip and into the panties as Randi hooked a finger into the back of my thong. She tugged the rear fabric to the side and told me to spread my ass for her. I lowered my face into the bed and reached back with both of my hands to grab my ass and open it wide.

A rush of cold found way to the center of my hole and I took a surprised breath. We had played this game before, but I was nervous about the size of her new toy. A bit of relief came over me as I felt her push a finger into me. She was not gentle about it. It was only a split second from the time I felt the initial cold to the time she had her digit buried into me. She quickly stuffed another finger into me and I could tell by her pace that she was excited about fucking me with her massive dong.

"Ah, fuck! Please slow down, Mistress," I pleaded as I felt my ass stretch to a third finger. Randi had no intentions of showing mercy. "Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked and I answered with a huffing affirmative. "Then, shut the fuck up!" She ordered through gritted teeth as I felt her thumb and last knuckle run flat at my rectum. She had pushed her three fingers in as far as they would go. "I wonder," then she paused to thrust her fingers again, "if I should fuck you..."

"Ah!" I yelped as I felt her pinky finger force its way in with the rest of her fingers. Then she continued, "or if I should fist you."

After what felt like forever with her four fingers in my ass, Randi attempted to push her fingers in passed her knuckles. I felt as though I was going to tear open and I jerked my hands away from my ass cheeks and lurched forward to escape the invasion.

Randi cooed at the fact she had reached my limit then she told me to spread my knees a bit further apart. I took a deep breath and did as I was instructed. I spread my legs further apart and felt her knees between my calves.

The head of her cock was quickly at my opening. What I thought would be too much too soon was actually done with relative ease. She pushed her cock into me and I flinched only a little as the head made it passed my rectum. Randi was then kinder than I had expected. She did not thrust the full dong into my hole. Instead, she moved in slowly. I was quite relaxed and able to take into me smoothly. She pushed her hips forward slowly enough for me to savor every inch as it came.

Finally I felt the front of her hips push against my ass. "Good boy," she praised me for taking her whole nine inches. Her cock was wider and longer than I had ever experienced before. I felt stretched open and completely full until she pulled back. She withdrew the massive, rubber cock from my ass until only the tip remained inside me. Then she returned it to its place with a much quicker and much more aggressive thrust.

Her hips pulled back until they were nearly a foot away from my ass and this time she was unforgiving. She slammed her cock forward and buried into me completely. Polite softness was gone. She had seen that I could manage the full mass of her dick and she was intent on giving all to me.

Her pace quickened and her thrusts got stronger. She reached up to grab a hand full of my hair in one hand and my left shoulder in her other. Then, she jerked back on me as she shoved forward with her hips. She did all that she could to fuck me as completely as possible, but I found myself pushing and grinding back against her. It was the largest cock I had ever had in my ass and I was silently begging for more.

"Please fuck me, Mistress," I begged in a soft and defeated voice.

Randi moved her hands from my hair and shoulder to my hips. Her fingernails dug into the front of my pelvis and her pace got even longer, but faster. She began to fuck me so hard that I felt the wind being knocked out of my chest.

"May I come for you, Mistress?" Again I begged.

Randi responded by reaching underneath me. She began to rub my cock through my panties and remarked, "You are soaking wet you little bitch." The softness of her hand as it stroked my hard on, the poison in her voice as she called me a bitch, and the ruthless pounding she rendered to me finally became too much. I felt a massive wave of cum flood my panties. I twitched into Randi's hand and I convulsed as my ass clenched her cock. My breath fled from me and my arms collapsed. I screamed and moaned into the mattress as my cock exploded over and over. Randi slowed the alternating strokes of her hand and cock as the last drops of cum escaped my still hard dick until she decided that I had enough.

Randi slowly pulled her dick out of my ass and gave me one last slap on the bottom. I fell forward into a pile of just-been-fucked delight until Randi said, "You still there?"

I looked over my shoulder, back behind me, where Randi was standing with her cell phone to her ear. "Hold on," she said as she handed me the phone.

"Was the phone on the whole time?" I asked and she just answered with a smile.

"Hello?" I questioned nervously.

"Hey, Jon, it's Susan." My heart beat picked up once more. In embarrassment and shock, I didn't answer. "So, how did you like being fucked with my cock?"

In an instant, I realized that Susan was the one responsible for Randi's acquisition of the nine-inch dildo, and I realized that she had the pleasure of listening in on mine and Randi's good time.

I didn't say a word. I just handed Randi the phone and grinned a little as my cock started to get hard again.