0 comments/ 46604 views/ 4 favorites Bad Back By: Winemaker I had always had this fantasy about getting a massage. It was so real in my mind that I never did go to any masseuse, just because I was afraid that my fantasy might actually come true. Just thinking about it usually got me hard. My wife and I often talked about our fantasies. But about a month ago, I strained my back and could hardly walk. My wife told me about this great massage place, and so I decided to go and see if it might help my back. It was in a really nice building in a nice part of town, so I figured that it wasn't some sleazy operation. I hobbled into the waiting room, and made my way up to the receptionist. She greeted me with a beautiful smile and said that they were expecting me. She said that my wife had called ahead and given specific instructions to the masseuse, so all I had to do was relax and enjoy. She escorted me down a hallway and into a nice open room. There was a full window wall that opened out into a really pretty garden area that was enclosed by a high block wall. I had noticed the wall as I drove up to the building, but from outside, you couldn't tell that this garden area was here. There was a small stream and several waterfalls, so it sounded as though you were standing in the wilderness next to a little river. They had really done a great job with the planting, too, and had a good mix of trees, shrubs, and ground covers. The receptionist pointed to a rack with thick royal blue robes, and another table with big towels. She suggested that I strip down, wrap a towel around me, and a robe, if I wanted. As she left, she smiled again and said that she thought it was pretty cool that my wife had set this up for me. I thanked her and she left. As the door closed, some smooth jazz began to play through some sound system I couldn't see. Since there was no place to sit, I moved over and lay down on the massage table. I must have dozed off, because I was startled by a woman's voice asking me if I were awake. I never heard her come in. She suggested that I continue to keep my eyes closed, and let her work on my back. She told me if my eyes stayed closed, that I would be less distracted, and could relax even more. I thought that sounded fine, so never opened my eyes. She reached up and pulled the robe off of me, leaving me face-down on the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. She began to describe the techniques that she would use on me, and asked me after each one if that were okay with me. I said that it all sounded fine, and so she began. She also suggested that I unwrap the towel, and just allow her to drape it over me, as that would be more conducive to working on me. I had never had a professional massage before, so said that was okay, too, and lifted my hips to allow her to loosen the towel. As I lay back down, she draped the towel over me, and then started to rub my feet. I never knew how great it would feel to have someone work on my feet. She rubbed my toes, and squeezed my feet, rubbing, and pushing, and working her hands all around them. There were a couple tender spots, but she loosened the muscles in my feet, and kept working on them. I was totally amazed at how great it felt! And this was just me feet! I regretted never having had a professional massage before. As she worked, she continually reached over the side of the table to pour oil into her hand to work into my skin. I asked her about it, and she said it was her own special oil mix, that combined a warming lubricant with a skin moisturizer. It felt great. After a long while on my feet, she began to work on the backs of my legs. She kneaded my calves and the backs of my thighs, and then began to work on my neck and shoulders. I was melting into the table, my body relaxing more with each touch. She gently oiled my back and then moved her way up and down my back. At first it hurt, but as she moved the muscles, the pain decreased, and I actually could feel the knots loosen and the muscles stretch out again to normal. This gal knew her stuff, and my back was feeling much, much better. At one point, she was standing at the head of the table, leaning over me, and working on my back. I opened one eye to peek at her, and was surprised to see her bare tummy, with a small diamond piercing in her navel. I opened my other eye, and looked up and under her cropped T-shirt to admire the undersides of two beautiful breasts. There were no tan lines, and her breasts swayed gently with her movements. They were firm and I could see her nipples poking up into the shirt material. I was admiring her and realized that my fantasy was happening! I was getting massaged by a beautiful woman, and I was starting to feel my cock thicken. Uh-oh. This could be embarrassing. As I continued to admire her, she leaned back and caught me looking. She gave me a big smile and asked me if I liked what I was seeing. I apologized, and admitted that I did. She said she liked being admired, and asked me if I wanted to see a bit more. I nodded again, and with that, she peeled the shirt off, giving me a full look at her gorgeous breasts. I guess I must have had my eyes bugging out, because she laughed and said, "Nice tits, yes?" I heartily agreed. And so did my cock. I now had a raging hard-on, and I reached down to pull my dick straight between my legs, to give it some room and keep it from being crushed under me. She smiled again, told me to relax, and went back to work. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She had a light sheen of sweat on her from her efforts massaging me, and I could smell her. She was truly a beauty. She worked her way to my lower back, once again starting softly, and then slowly increasing the pressure to loosen and work all of those muscles. Then she poured some oil across my backside and began to knead into those muscles. She rubbed her hands across my butt, and my thighs, and continued to pour more oil onto and into my crack. I could feel the warm oil dribbling down my crack and onto my balls. Without a word, she reached between my legs and softly rubbed the oil into my balls. She rubbed gently around the base of my cock, and then back up to my ass. She leaned close to my ear, and asked me if I was okay. I whispered "Yes." Then she gently worked her finger into my asshole, and began to massage me inside. With her other hand, she reached down and began to rub my balls and slowly stroke the length of my cock. I couldn't even breathe, it felt so good. She told me to lift up onto my hands and knees, which I did. She told me to spread my legs, and then continued to ream my ass with her finger, and rubbed my balls. I felt my cock grow bigger and harder than ever before. She pulled her finger slowly from my ass, and then poured more oil into her hands. She moved behind me and took my balls into both of her hands, oiling them up really good. My cock just kept getting harder. She worked my balls individually between her magical fingers, and then back and forth between her palms. It was absolutely exquisite. I was breathing hard, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. She never took her hands from my balls, but leaned close to me, rubbing her breasts against me, and said, "Now. Now is the time for you to cum. Cum for me... NOW!" With that, she started to stroke my cock up and down its length, squeezing the shaft, squeezing the purple head, grasping me tightly as she worked her oily hands up and down. My balls tightened, and I started to cum. She felt my balls tighten, and pumped the cum out of me, all over the table top. I spurted and spurted, as she continued to milk my balls. The more she stroked me, the more I came, until, finally, there was no more. She slowed her pumping on my shaft, and gently caressed me, still running her fingers up and down the softening pole. She gently squeezed my balls one last time, and one last small drop of cum oozed from the tip of my cock. She helped me down from the table, leaned close to me, kissed my lips softly, and said, "Your wife loves you very much. She told me she wanted to make your fantasy come true. I hope you enjoyed it." Then she pulled her T-shirt back on, tossed me my towel, gave me one last smile, and walked out the door. It took me a while to get myself back together, but I got showered and dressed, and headed home. My wife met me at the door with a big grin, and asked me if I enjoyed my "special treatment". I grabbed her, and we both were naked in a matter of seconds. She made me tell her all about my massage, and as I did, we both got hotter and hotter. When I told her about the oil on my balls, she grabbed me and pulled me down onto her. My cock was hard again, and we fucked like crazy right in the middle of the living room until we both had a rocking climax together. I guess my back was all better after all. Bad Back "I'm sorry, honey, the doctor said I can't have any sex until my back is better." "Maybe in a week or so I'll feel well enough to do something for you, but probably not fucking." "Because I've gained more than a hundred pounds since my back started hurting, the physical therapist says I need to burn lots of calories even though I'm stuck in bed." "He said one good way would be to have lots and lots of orgasms because they take a lot of energy but I can do it while mostly holding still." "You'll help me, won't you darling?" "I'm going to need a lot of help because the pain pills make it hard for me to get off." "The pharmacist said they sometimes also make people speak their mind and say surprising things, so you'll have to forgive me if I say anything rude." "You're so understanding." "Why don't we start with your tongue, you always like that." "Oh, good, that's very good." "Yes, keep going like that." "It is taking a little longer than usual, but it feels amazing. You're fantastic. Don't stop." (1)"God, that was great! Thanks for sticking with me. I'm sure your tongue must be a bit sore." "Take a break and go make us some lunch." "Do you think your tongue has recovered enough to go again? Well let's give it a try anyway." "Oh, it feels plenty strong." "Oh keep going, keep going, just another few minutes." "So close. Don't stop! I love you! I love you! I love your tongue!" (2)"Ok, it was more than a few minutes, but you did great." "Get us some ice water and bring me the pan, I have to pee." "Ok, take it away and wipe me off, please." "Let's give that sweet tongue a rest again. Bring me a vibrator, ok? The really buzzy one." "Oh, that's good. I can't reach around my tummy to hold it there without bending my back. You hold it." "A little higher, no lower, now left. Right there. Oh shit. Mmmm." "Damnit you moved it! Put it back. Higher. Now hold still! That's the spot..." "Stop moving it you idiot! Put it back." (3)"That's it. That's it. Gnhhh! Hmmm. That got it." "Sorry I yelled at you. Just be more careful, ok? It is hard enough to come already without you always screwing up making it harder." "Speaking of hard, look at you poor little cock." "I mean, not too little, bigger than usual anyway and all drippy. That is pretty hot." "I know the doctor said no, but let's try fucking really really gently. Can you do that? I'd love a stiff one inside me right now." "Yeah. That is great. Slow. Slow. You liking that? I bet." "Are you close? You are?" "I can't wait to feel you pump all your come in me." "OH! OW! Stop! Get off! Oh, my back!" "I'm sorry, sweety, we can't do that, it hurts me too much." "Wow, you look so sad. I'm sorry. It must be tough to get so close and have to back off." "Ha! I know just how tough after all the times you got me all wound up just to blow it before you even got far enough in for me to feel anything." "Anyway, if you're good I'll be sure you get off after I get my ten orgasms today." "Yeah the therapist said I should get at least ten." "I still want that fucking. Let's pretend it's you, so get me that dildo that is just like your cock. You know, the little one." "I know I always say you're big, but I never expected you to believe me over your own eyes, I just didn't want to hurt your feelings." "Damnit, shut up and get that rubber dick in me, you baby!" "Fast. And hard. Mmm. Yes. Fuck me." "That's so good. When was the last time you fucked me this long? Ever?" "Now, pretend it's your own cock and say you're about to come." "Yeah, come in me baby! Fill my pussy with all your come. Tell me you're coming." (4)"Uhhh! Fuck. That's good don't stop, it's rolling." "Yeah, I guess I did move about the same amount when I was fucking the dildo as when I was fucking you." "You know what, that's just too fucking bad. Now go rinse that dildo off." "Bring a warm cloth to clean my pussy up a little. I guess I get just as sloppy from coming even when you don't add your little load." "Oh, you know, never mind the rag, just go down and lick me clean yourself. And pretend there's lots of come leaking out like when the porn stars come." "Clean me all up and swallow all that juice. You are so hot today." "Did I tell you that one of my exes used to just shoot huge puddles of come and they'd practically gush out of my pussy? Well a few of them came like that actually." "I think you've got the smallest spurts of any guy I dated since high school." "I'm not sorry. It's the truth." "My God, you're whining again. I can usually bite my tongue when you act like a whiny little bitch, but I guess this medicine." "Now, shut up and keep licking and slide that dildo back in while you lick. uh-huh." "Just slide it a little while you do your job on my clit." "Not much longer. Don't whine! You can do it, then I'll give you a break." (5)"Suck, lick, suck, hum, lick, lick, lick, lick faster, faster, fast uhhhhh." "Did I crush your ears a little? You look like you'll be ok." "Shit I have to pee. You didn't empty the pan? Idiot. Fuck, I really have to go." "Damnit, get your mouth in there and drink it then. Shut up! You shouldn't have forgotten to empty the pan!" "Now! I really have to go!" "Aahh. Oh my god, that is so hot. Drink it all up. You are totally my bitch now." "This really is getting me hot again, baby. You complained, but now you're sucking at me like you hope to nurse some more out. And your cock is throbbing! You'd better say thank you." "Hahaha! You're welcome. I guess I won't need that pan as much now, huh?" "That was so surprising and so nasty. I'm really turned on right now." "So, now what?" "You're right, I did promise you a break. I really just meant your tongue, though." "Go downstairs and get us something to drink, I guess. Maybe just something for me, you just had a drink." "Is your tongue feeling a little better? How's your jaw?" "Well, ok, my clit's a little overworked anyway. Why don't you get out the big vibrating dildo and use that?" "Oh, right, I never told you when I got that one. Oops, secret's out now. It's in the back of my workout clothes." "Don't freak out. It's not even that big! I've fucked guys much bigger than that." "C'mon, I don't remember all their names! Stop being such a pussy and bring it over here." "No, you can't use the regular lube with that one, it has that fake skin. I just usually suck it a little first, so do that." "Oh, come on. I'm getting really tired of having to say everything twice. I'm not asking you to deepthroat it." "That's a good boy. And that is hot. Moan a little for me, baby." "Y'know, you just keep sucking that for a bit while I rub myself a little." "Ok, take a little bit more, it's ok to gag just a little." "That's enough for you, it's my turn for a real big cock." "It's ok, I got it. You can just watch." "Oh, this feels so good. I can't believe I got by with just your little weenie for so long..." "This is what it feels like to get really fucked. "I'm imagining a big, muscled, sweaty guy just attacking me with is cock. Oh fuck yes!" (6)"God, I love that thing." "No, honey, this is the only full sized cock I've fucked since we've been married, not that I didn't have plenty of offers." "Just for laughs, hold it up next to your cock." "Wow! Ok, heh, sorry little guy, I didn't even realize..." "It's ok, just give me some soothing licks and clean me off a bit." "You know what would help me go off again quicker? If there was another girl here to give me some attention instead of you and your dribbly cock." "You should put your teenie weenie away, by the way, it's starting to turn me off." "Oh, I know! Put on a pair of my panties. Oh! and I have a negligee that I bet would make you look almost slinky. Yeah, the pink one." "Now what should we call you? How about Leslie? You don't like it? Too bad, Leslie, it fits you." "Oh, good girl, Leslie. You look almost sexier as a girl." "I can't tell you how long I've been missing a girl to play with, Leslie." "You can go ahead start making out with my pussy, you sexy girl." "Just pretend it's your pussy and do what you'd want me to do..." "Oh that's good, Leslie. Your hands feel so soft and delicate on my body." "My husband could never treat me this well." "I don't even want to come yet, I just want to feel your sweet, soft lips all over mine." "Such a delicious feeling. I could just lay here and enjoy this for hours..." "What? Oh my God, I must have fallen asleep for a second." "Really? You've been kissing my pussy for an hour?" "You really are a very sweet man...or a very pussywhipped one." "Come over here and give me a kiss." "Ha, I forgot you're in the negligee! Come give me a kiss, Leslie." "Oh, I miss the taste of a pussy." "Yes, of course I've eaten pussy. Now stop trying to talk, I'm going to pretend your mouth is Leslie's cunt and lick you all clean." "Mmm. Ok, enough of that, go back down and get some more for me to lick off. And this time, go ahead and make me come." "So good. So good. Leslie, I could get used to falling asleep like that and waking up like this." "That's fantastic, keep going. You're a treasure, Leslie." "I'm getting close..." (7)"Oooh! Oh come kiss me again, you sweet girl." "I needed that. I bet your own pussy got a little wet from all that, huh?" "Don't look so shy. I may take advantage of my husband, but he and I both know a man like him is very lucky he ever gets to touch a woman like me." "But I could never let a favor like that from a wonderful, sexy woman like you go unrewarded." "Now, I don't think I could go down on you, so what can I do?" "Oh, I know! I can fuck you with my little dildo! That would be pretty hot." "Really? You've never been fucked before?" "I can't believe a delicate thing like you has been able to fend off all the cocks you've met in your whole life." "Plenty of guys must have looked at you and seen a pussy just begging to be fucked hard." "Well, I'm not taking no for an answer. You're gonna love this, now take down those panties and get some lube." "Now bend over. Don't be shy." "Maybe spread a little. It's in!" "Can you feel that little one in your tight virgin pussy?" "Oh, your clit is just throbbing! You've been needing this for a long time I think." "Want me to go faster? Harder?" "Go on, ask me to fuck you harder." "I'm not quite sure you mean it. Maybe beg a little." "Ok, this is getting me very turned on." "You take that dildo and use it on yourself while I use my vibe on mysef." "That's it, Leslie! Pound it in there a little harder. Faster." "You keep going. Keep going. Tell me how much you love to get fucked." "Yeah, faster. I'm almost there. Feel my cock in your tight little pussy." (8)"Oh, I'm coming...take it all, bitch, I'm emptying my balls deep inside you. You love it." "Ok. You can stop. Stop! I don't want you to come from this, you little slut." "Wow, you really got into that, honey." "Now you can take my lingerie off. Correction, that's Leslie's lingerie now." "So, take my girlfriend's lingerie off this minute, you sissy!" "And go wash your sticky butt. I must have dumped a huge load in there." "Ok, what can I do to you now?" "I know! As long as you're my bitch boy now, why don't you stick your nose in my ass and give me some rimming?" "Finally something I didn't have to tell you twice. I can't tell if you like that idea or you have just realized that you're not allowed to disagree anymore." "No, don't stop just so you can tell we which it is. I don't give a shit as long as you do what you're told." "I can't wait to see what else I can do with you. Oh, and I'm buying that sports car I've been wanting. And you're repainting the living room this weekend and... "I'm getting close! Try tonguing my ass while I rub the button." "Deeper, deeper, really get in there." "Oh I am about to go off...not quite." "I wonder if I stopped diddling if you could make me come just from the asshole. I'm in no hurry, let's try." "Ok, I think this might work, if you just suck a little in between the licking and thrusting..." "Yeah, you are loving this. My asshole is your new best friend." "Stop a second." "Ok, now beg me to let you eat my ass. Keep going." "No. You want it too much. What will you do for me if I let you?" "Anything at all? Really? God, you're pathetic!" "For starters, how about you do all the housework from now on?" "Ok, and you will obey my every command without complaint?" "What if I wanted to watch you suck a real man's cock?" "What if I wanted you to watch me get fucked hard all night by a guy with a giant one?" "What if I wanted to watch him fuck Leslie?" "Oh my God, I'm going to have so much fun!" "You keep up the licking and nibbling and sucking." "Go on and fuck my ass with your tongue." "I know I've never let your cock in there, but I've taken plenty of guys in my ass." "Yeah, I remember once I met a guy at a bar and I was pretty drunk and he was in there before I could even complain." "He was big, too. Bigger than that big dildo, for sure. And he just rode me." "By the time he was even getting close to going off, I was coming and coming and begging him to pound hard and fast." "Once he sped up to finally give me his load, I couldn't breathe from the pressure and almost passed out." "And now that I know what a true wimp and sissy you are I get to find studs like that again!" "Wow, this is inspiring you! Keep going." "Oh, I'm going to rub myself too, I'm so close." (9)"I'm finally going to fuck Gary at work! Unnhh!" "Can you believe what a great day this has been?" "You know what I can't believe? We've been married almost ten years and you never let on how pathetic you are?" "It pisses me off, really!" "Think of how much better my life would have been!" "You know what, bring me your belt. Now!" "Present your ass, jackass." "This is for all the times you got off before me!" "This is for having a tiny dick!" "This is for making me do housework!" "This is for making me watch your tv shows." "This is all the guys I could have fucked!" "Get my vibrator again. I think I can get off on this." "This is for not eating my pussy enough." "This is for never eating my ass before." "This is for acting jealous when guys hit on me." "This is for never letting me spank you before!" "I'm going to get used to this. Does it really hurt?" "Yeah, it does. You're ass is getting all red." "Do you want me to stop?" "Beg me to stop." "No, I won't!" (10)"My God! You just came on the floor! Ahhhhhh!" "Wow, honey, our first simultaneous orgasm." Bad, Bad, Boy Working for an advertising agency has its advantages. At the drop of a hat, for barely any reason at all, there's cause for an after work get together with free-flowing drinks for all. On this particular Friday evening, there was reason for celebration because Michael Shield's company signed a major client and glasses were being raised all around Schmidt's Bistro. Michael was his usual self, in his element. He was an interesting fellow because while an outsider would think that Michael was a CEO or at least someone of importance, he was merely an accountant, a job considered mundane, boring, and non-integral to the advertising game. He raised his glass and made toasts; he laughed and patted backs like he had written the ad copy himself. As the night wore on, Michael was becoming increasingly more intoxicated. He began to slur his words and he was insulting to the waitresses for no other reason than he thought he could be. He even slapped one young lady on the ass hard enough for it to be heard from across the room. Michael thought it was part of his charm; his male bravado entitled him to treat anyone he wanted like shit. In a word, he was an asshole. He wasn't the most obnoxious asshole in the world; he was just a regular ole, intolerable asshole, exacerbated by the alcohol. Everyone started thinning out, and the place was becoming empty. Michael was still in the mood for festivities and he was one of the last people to leave. He stumbled outside in the cool night air and couldn't really remember where he had parked his car. The fact that he was totally unable to operate a motor vehicle had no meaning to him because if he got pulled over by the cops, surely they would let him slide. It was his right as a white man; his skin color gave him a get out of jail free card. By the time he found his car, he realized that he didn't have his keys. Either they had fallen out or someone had been wise enough to take them in deference for the other drivers on the road. Michael cursed and kicked the tire of his vehicle, hurting his foot in the process. He made plans to go back to the bar and try to find his keys but the call of nature was stronger. He had to piss like a racehorse and piss immediately. Rather than try to find a bathroom, or even a discrete place to urinate, Michael pulled out his stuff right there on the street and started whizzing away, on the front steps of a brownstone row house. As luck would have it, Michael 's particularly bad luck in this case, the owners of said brownstone were returning from a night out on the town just as he was hosing down their front steps. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Michael turned to see a young man, Black, about his age, of the same size and stature, angered but not irate, scolding him. Unable to control himself or his bladder, Michael continued to piss right on the young man's shoes as he mumbled something vaguely reminiscent of an apology. The young lady who stood next to him didn't say much; she seemed to be quite confident that her companion could take care of the situation. Michael noticed that they looked rather different, like they were punk rockers or something. Most Black people in he knew blended in, but the young woman, a pretty brown skinned woman with a bright pink Mohawk and piercings in her nose, eyebrow, and lip, was vastly different. She was dressed in a ripped t-shirt that had strategic safety pins to cover her small, braless breasts under a black, leather motorcycle jacket. Her jeans, equally as ripped, showed her smooth chocolate colored skin off even in the moonlit night. She wore black Doc Martens that had been spray-painted with red, black and green artwork. There was something sexy and dangerous about this chick that didn't escape Michael 's notice and he openly and brazenly started pulling on his still pissing cock, his judgment clouded by the alcohol. The guy, now past his limit for tolerance, went to grab Michael 's arm and he pulled away and defiantly said, "Fuck you." The punch that landed on Michael 's jaw knocked him out cold, aided by the alcohol, because the next thing he remembered was waking up with his hands handcuffed behind him and he was secured to a chair in a strange room. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the couple sitting, casually watching him. His clothes reeked of urine and vomit, the air smelled of cloves and he felt considerably more sober. He began to protest rather loudly, demanding an explanation. "I see you're awake," the young woman said with a clearly British accent. She put a filter-less cigarette to her lips between her thumb and forefinger and inhaled like a rebel with a cause; the light of the burning ash illuminated the contours of her ebony face. "I don't know what sorta manners you have, and I don't know what sorta bloke thinks it's okay to use other people's homes like a public loo, but you need to be taught a lesson. Don't you agree Percy?" She turned to her male counterpart and he laughed casually as the young woman circled Michael like a panther. "Unquestionably, Patra. Me thinks he needs to be taught a serious lesson about respect. G'won, teach him bout respect." It was only then that Michael noticed that the male half of the couple was dressed in a similar fashion to the female but his accent seemed to be more Jamaican than British. Percy was about 6 feet tall; around 190 pounds if one were to guess, and he appeared to be the Black version of Sid Vicious only with outrageously long dreadlocks piled atop his head. He too wore black Doc Martens with the picture of a lion airbrushed on his left boot and a picture of Haile Selassie airbrushed on the other. Patra whispered in Michael 's ear, "You have been a very, very, bad boy and you are going to be punished, ya hear?" She grabbed his face, pushing his cheeks together and blowing smoke in his eyes. Michael tried to turn away but she held his face firmly in her grip. WHAP! She slapped his face hard and the sting brought Michael to a new level of sobriety. He looked around the sparse room and noticed it was a basement, bathed only by the soft, fluorescent glow from the street lamps streaming in the small, street level windows. Even though he was scared, and rightfully so, there was also something erotic for Michael about being held against his will, punished for his wrongdoings, tormented by this odd, Black couple like a naughty schoolboy. Percy seemed to enjoy sitting back and watching the show as Patra went about her business. She spit in Michael 's face, pulled his hair, used his mouth as an ashtray, and for entertainment, burnt the backs of his hands with her cigarettes. Trying to remain defiant and strong, Michael felt his will slowly bending to hers. He became her puppet. She was ruthless, relentless in her punishment. Placing her boot against his crotch, she stomped his nuts without care for his well-being or health. Kicking the chair over, Michael struggled against his restraints. For a brief moment, he was released only to be secured again with his hands behind his back to a metal pole in the center of the room. Being made to kneel on the cold, cement floor, the ordeal continued for Michael, who felt himself desperate for his release and willing to perform any duty, no matter how degrading, no matter how painful, so that he could please his captors and be let go. Patra placed her boot squarely on Michael 's mouth and made him lick. The grime and the dirt were foul. He licked the heavily soiled treads while the pair laughed at him. She kicked him in the side of the head so hard he saw stars but he kept on licking. His cock was fully awake and aware of the fact that he was suffering and in pain. His arms were sore and aching, his knees were raw and nearly bloody as the night turned to day yet he was turned on by the humiliation, aroused by the pain. The couple didn't seem to care that the hours passed. With each new hour they dreamt of a new torture that pushed Michael 's body to new limits. Painful enemas, burning hot candle wax, dangerous breath play, and extreme cock and ball torture seemed to go on in an endless cycle. At one point, improvising with what was laying around, Patra found an extension cord and used it to beat Michael 's face, chest, and body in a cruel show of pure sadism. Percy couldn't sit idly by and watch, he joined in the fun as Patra directed. Her arms were tired from beating him without mercy so she called on her lover to take over. What Michael thought was excruciating pain before was magnified 10 times when Percy began his lessons in respect. "You treat my home like a toilet, I'll show you what a fucking toilet is . . . " and he unzipped his jeans and pulled out a hefty cock, blacker than midnight and as thick as a beer can, and hosed Michael down. The piss was strong and forceful and Michael tried to turn his head but he was slapped and his head held in place, forced to drink the urine. The salt in the pee stung as it seeped into the open sores on the backs of his hands and in his eyes. "Enough of this playing around," Patra said, "make him your bitch, baby, show him who the real man is." The pair seemed to silently acknowledge that the entire night's antics, and the better part of the morning's, were all leading to the grand finale when Michael would be forced to endure the ultimate humiliation. Percy grabbed Michael 's head and forced his semi-erect penis into his mouth. He tried to turn his head, he contemplated biting it but he was far too scared. There was no way he could fight, his arms were still tightly handcuffed behind him, and he was weak from exhaustion. He could hear Patra's cruel laughter in the room, around him, unaware of exactly where she was. As Percy fucked his mouth, choking him, making him gag, forcing that black cock deep in his esophagus, Michael felt the rumblings of what was surely stale ale coming back up. He tried to hold it back but Percy showed no mercy and kept pounding away, using his mouth like a pussy. Vile smelling chunks of puke came up and big black cock forced it back down. Michael was trying to gasp for air but his airways were blocked with dick and vomit and cum. "You fucking son of a bitch, look what you did!" Patra kicked him in the side and made him cry out. Quickly, she undid the restraints and repositioned him on his hands and knees. She took the belt from his khakis and pulled it free. She lowered his pants and bared his naked ass for her punishment. Blow after painful blow reigned down on Michael 's pale, flabby, white ass. He began sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm so sorry," he repeated over and over again. Each time the leather made contact with his skin, the pain reverberated up his spine. Welts formed, blood dripped. Just when he thought he could take no more, he heard Patra say, "Spit on it to get it wet first or else you won't be able to get it in on the first thrust." Michael 's heart dropped. He was completely virgin and terrified of what he knew was coming. He cried, begged, and pleaded. He tried to bargain and negotiate. He sobbed uncontrollably like a little bitch. "Please, please don't do this. I'm sorry, please, I'm so sorry." Patra and Percy would have no such talk. "Now look who's the big man now. What happened to all that arrogance? You're not so full of yourself now, are you? Well, you are going to get fucked and you are going to beg for it. In fact, you are going to plead to get fucked like the sissy faggot you are, do you hear me?" Michael was broken. He didn't even feel like a man anymore. He was a bad, bad boy who was suffering the ultimate abuse. There was something in him, something dark and perverted that wanted, no craved being taught this lesson. His manhood had been taken, his dignity and self-respect destroyed, and he was a mere shell of a man. With his eyes on the ground, he whispered a demure, "Please." "That's not good enough," she yelled, "beg for it like you need it. Prove that you want it." His arrogant taunt of "Fuck you," that caused him to end up in this predicament turned into a chant of "Fuck me." "Fuck me," he cried out as he felt the enormous head of Percy's cock against his asshole. "Fuck me," he yelled as he felt the pain of his sphincter being ripped and inch after inch of black meat invading his anus. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he begged over and over again as he was pounded and used like a little rag doll. "Fuck me like I'm a dirty whore. Fuck me like I'm a little bitch. Fuck me harder. FUCK ME DAMN YOU! FUUUUCKK MEEEEE!" Sometime that afternoon, hungry, thirsty, and smelling like the men's room at a bus station, Michael stumbled out onto the street. His car had been ticketed and he still had no idea where his keys were. He was ashamed to call his wife and explain where he'd been all night but he knew she would be worried to death. He didn't emerge a new man; he wasn't somehow magically cured of being an asshole. He was, however, sore and tired, his nuts ached for relief, and he had been relieved of some of his white guilt that had brought about immense sexual satisfaction. Copyright 2009 AfroerotiK All Rights Reserved Bad, Bad Girl! It was nearing noon on Friday. I had the afternoon off because I worked overtime last weekend. I was looking forward to an afternoon alone to pamper myself in a couple of different ways. I walked in and opened a can of beer. I sat down on my recliner relaxing and thinking to myself, "What should I do next?" I wanted to waste the afternoon before Rex came home for dinner tonight in the solitude I was about to improach. The bathtub looked very inviting as I ran the water letting the hot water get Jacuzzi-like. I threw in some bubble bath and some scented oils to make my skin soft and supple. I undressed looking at my naked body in the mirror. I became horny looking at myself. Lighting some candles, I bent down to feel the temperature of the water. It was tepid and I climbed in slowing. Lowering my naked buttocks into the bubbles and slowly with the rest of my body, the water was inviting and soothing. Drinking a glass of wine, I massaged my body as I was touching my breasts and my pussy. I began cleaning myself with a body wash as I was starting to relax and become aroused at my own touch. "Hmmm," I thought to myself. "I think I'm due for a little more relaxation after this." I climbed out of the bathtub toweling myself off beginning with my legs and working upwards. I towels off my ass and back and stepped into my slippers. Putting on some of my favorite perfume and scented powder, I reached for my toys in the drawer. I walked over to my bed and laid down a towel over the sheets as I lubricated my three toys I was about to use. Feeling particularly frustrated and tired today, I needed a really good orgasm. I couldn't wait till Rex came home later tonight to tell him of the escapades that were about to begin. First, I inserted the butt plug into my ass hole. Knowing exactly the spot, it slid right in feeling erotically sensual and warm. Sweltering and feeling sultry, I moved it around in my hole a bit. I felt like I could have an orgasm with just the stimulation in my ass alone. But, I wanted the best kind of orgasm, not just a small one this afternoon. The feeling was intense in my asshole was exciting me to a fervent state of mind making me warm and balmy all over in spite of just taking a bath. I sat down and wiggled by butt side to side in a circular motion and then back around in the other direction. I squeezed my pussy forwards and backwards exciting my vagina and getting me provoked and stimulated. Stirred up and awaken, I knew it wouldn't take me very long to climax this afternoon. I touched my clitoris and it was already very wet, drenched in my own slipperiness. Feeling very moist, I put my finger inside reaching for my g-spot. Then, turning on my little vibrator with the pussy tease toggle on the end, I climaxed within a few seconds spasming in my anal and vaginal areas. I felt put out of touch with the rest of the world. Lying down, I touched myself again moving my finger up and down my pussy slit. Turning the little toy on again, I climaxed to the point I was feeling a pain up my neck impounding the left side of my head. The pain was sharp and enjoyable knowing that masturbating myself was what was causing the streak. "I should stop, I thought to myself," but, I continued to play with myself. I couldn't stop and I didn't want to stop. I was feeling an enormous sexual appetite, insatiable and with no physical outlet except myself. Ravenous for another orgasm, I placed my long dildo in my pussy. I rubbed it inside and then pulled it outside imagining the hard, unquenchable cock on a hard man. I came voraciously. I was gritting my teeth and feeling the tension releasing from my neck and shoulders. My body was jerking a little back and forth. I was moaning with delight and frustration. I wanted further pleasure and fulfillment in compensation for my afternoon solo and alone. I wanted another orgasm while feeling greedy and hungry satisfying only myself. In a moment of need and grasping for one more orgasm, I selfishly demanded performance of my stimulation, gluttonous for the relief and lust I was wanting. I was just going to have to please myself one more time. I miserly played with myself again turning my toys on full blast. I raised my ass as the butt plug slipped out. Miserly fighting with masturbation and my body's intensity, it still resisted giving me yet one more orgasm. As benevolent as my pussy felt, I was determined to come again. Fighting and tormenting my most sensitive areas, I pressed deeply into my synch for the opportunity of one more time to please and fulfill my hunger, bountiful with yearning and thirst. Struggling and frustrated, I almost gave up. But, I couldn't. I teased and tantalized my pussy taunting for more and more pleasure and release, totally gratifying my wanton desires. "God, please," I thought, I have to stop. "I can't stand it anymore." Finally released, an orgasm as frustrating and rewarding as the same time prevailed. The time I had put into it was worth it. I was satisfied beyond belief but feeling guilty for depriving Rex of my afternoon alone. I decided to call Rex at work. "Are you busy, honey?" I asked. "Not that much," he said. "I'm wrapping things up and I thought I'd pick up some lobster and champagne for us tonight." "Special occasion?" I asked. "Maybe," he replied. "Anything in mind?" he asked. "Well, I don't think I'll be up to much tonight. I just gave myself four orgasms." "Tell me about them," he pleaded. I went into the details of my afternoon in great detail, hearing him becoming breathless and picturing his cock getting hard and anxious for me. "I'll be home early, you nasty girl," he threatened, his voice hoarse and horney as hell. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson tonight!" he laughed naughtily. "Well, I'm going to relax in my bed with a good book on sex and listen to some music. I just wanted to brighten your afternoon. See you later, Rex. Hurry home, honey." When Rex walked in, he had a devilish look on his face. "Hi, sweetie," I said smiling. "Did you have a good afternoon?" "Not really," he said. "I'm home and now you need to be punished for being so naughty and leaving me so horny." "Me? I asked, as he came over and began kissing me immediately putting his fingers into my pussy. "Ah, you're still wet. Turn around you minx," he asked. You've been a very, very bad girl and I'm going to teach you a lesson." He forcefully yet sensuously pulled down my panties. He lifted my nightgown and bent me over the stairway. He entered my pussy from behind. His cock was hard and inflamed with hunger for my wet pussy. Thrusting into my already used pussy, I moaned and began to scream. "No more, Rex? I begged. "Not so fast, my little sweetie. Remember, you deserve to be punished in the best way I know how. I was getting so hot and bothered giggling and tugging away from him as to tease him. "Fuck me hard and fast," I entreated. "Fuck me with that hard cock of yours till you cum fully loaded inside of me." "Your pussy is so hot, you naughty, naughty, horny girl!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to fuck you so you'll never use those toys again." He pulled my long brown hair back kissing my neck and fondling my full breasts from behind. "Oh, God," he said, "You're such a great fuck." "I'm cumming," I bellowed. "Stop, before I pass out." He pulled out whispering to me, "Yeah, I'll stop alright but not till you weep with pleasure." Powerfully and erotically, compelling to give me the best fuck of my life, he cogently inserted his hot, erect, swollen, jittering cock into my wet pussy again. He entered me with one long erect strong entrance shooting his cum deep inside of my pussy. "I relinquish all control," I blushed. "I'll never be bad, [I mean good] again," retreating with a penetrating whelp and scream. Cumming together in timing and in saturation, we rolled onto the sheepskin carpet kissing tenderly till we fell asleep in each other's arms vehemently enthralled in the minutes of lust that had preceded us.