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Extras

By: MarkHughes



Author's note: My first submission to Literotica. This story is true, and as accurate as it can be after all these years. I have only changed or been vague about names and locations, to protect real people's anonymity. 

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London, 1986, just after eleven in the evening. A young man detaches himself from the crowd leaving a student bar and walks, alone, towards the nearby Tube station. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets and he tucks his head down as if against a cold wind, although it is early summer and the air is still and warm. He strides with aggressive purpose to the Tube, stops for a moment, then carries on walking. He is not yet ready for the underground journey. He is angry with himself for going to the bar that night. Because he knew that Debbie would be there - it is, after all, where they first met eight months ago. But tonight is the first time he has seen her since that dreadful phone call in which she told him, with great tenderness and tact, and many tears, that she was not ready for the kind of commitment he wanted from her, and that they should go their separate ways. "I'm so, so sorry, Rob ... You're such a sweet guy, really you are ... I'll always care about you ... I hope we can still be friends somehow."

And she was there tonight, of course. Looking beautiful and happy. Laughing and joking with a group of friends including this one guy who was sitting close to her and whose jokes seemed to make her laugh just like Rob's used to. And then she saw Rob come in and her face ... that expression ... dismay and pity and sadness. A drink was bought. Awkward pleasantries were exchanged. Rob, this is Tom, from the drama group. Pleased to meet you, Tom. Really I am. Seems like a nice guy, Rob said to Debbie when he got the chance, and realised as soon as he said it that what he thought of Tom simply did not matter.

Now Rob is walking to the next Tube station, burning off the anger. The walk takes him along a typical outer-inner-London street. Closed shop fronts, pubs, a cheap Indian restaurant, late night convenience stores. And, at the end of the street near the traffic lights, a small neon sign. It reads: SAUNA MASSAGE.

Rob realises where he is. Before he came to University - before he finally lost his virginity, before he met Debbie - he was an enthusiastic user of soft porn magazines. The newsagent's top shelf. And once he was done with the pictures and the fake readers' letters, he always found himself fascinated by the small ads in the back pages. Ads for "saunas" in London with names like "Nadine's" and "Exclusive". Once or twice back then he summoned vast reserves of courage and actually called a couple of the numbers, just to find out. It was always a woman who answered, told him what the price was for a sauna and massage, and said she couldn't say any more over the phone but that if he'd like to drop by he wouldn't be disappointed. He made a mental note of a couple of the addresses. Or rather, they just stuck in his mind somehow. And who would have thought it - his angry, tearful walk past his normal station has taken him right along one of those streets whose names he has stored in his memory this past year or two.

He approaches the shop with the neon sign. Thick red curtains are drawn across inside the front window. Another bit of neon proclaims the premises to be EXCLUSIVE. A name from the porn mag small ads. The outer door is open, but only to reveal a closed inner door with a spyhole at eye level.

Rob is a good boy. A good student. A reliable friend. A devoted boyfriend, given the chance. A well behaved son, apart from the adolescent porn habit which he thinks his parents never discovered anyway. Always striving to do the right thing. And, he thinks to himself bitterly, where has that got him? The image of Tom and Debbie laughing together, looking into each other's eyes, clouds his inner vision; his stomach churns.

He is still in front of the shop. He is a good boy. He is a good boy standing late at night in front of a neon-lit sauna-massage joint in London. He is single, no ties. His heart races. The excitement, apprehension and guilt he he used to feel when he bought porn from the newsagent are magnified a million times. He rings the doorbell of the sauna.

The delay is just long enough to make him think there's nobody there. Then, as he is about to walk on, the door opens a crack. A woman speaks, in a pleasant, London-tinged voice. "You looking for a massage, darling?"

Dry-mouthed, Rob stammers "Ye ... yes ... please."

"OK, just a sec."

The door closes; he hears a chain being taken off it, then it opens again, wide this time. "Come in, sweetheart." The speaker is concealed behind the door as she opens it, slightly disorientating Rob as he steps inside. He hears her close the door behind him as he takes in his surroundings. A clean but spartan reception area: there's a desk with a phone and a clipboard on it, a worn-looking sofa, and stairs going down into a basement. The owner of the voice steps round Rob and stands behind the desk.

She is probably about thirty, black, and beautiful. She is wearing some kind of masseuse's white coat or tunic, short sleeved, fastened with poppers down the front. It hugs her curvy, firm-looking figure very tightly, and the top couple of poppers are undone to reveal a sumptuous cleavage and a glimpse of a black lace bra. Her hair is styled into a bob. She has strong, sensual features and gorgeous eyes. "You been here before, darling?"

"Er ... no ... no I haven't."

"OK, well, it's fifteen pounds for half an hour massage plus sauna and shower." She looks at him more closely. "You ever had a massage in London before?"

Rob can barely speak. "No."

"RIght, well, the fifteen is for the sauna, shower and massage but we have a tipping system for extras, yeah?"

He looks blank. He knows he only has seventeen pounds on him. She spots his hesitation, smiles ever so slightly. "There's a cash machine just past the traffic lights, love. It's up to you what you spend. Most people find another thirty is enough. Up to you. I'm free at the moment so if you want to get some more cash and come straight back, that's fine. Up to you, yeah?"

It's up to him. And at this point he could walk away. He's already done the most transgressive thing of his whole life just by ringing the doorbell of the sauna. That could be enough. Enough to prove that he's not just a good boy and a sweet guy who gets dumped because he hasn't got what it takes to sustain a beautiful girl's affections; that there is more to him than that; that he has a dark, dangerous side. But he only walks as far as the cashpoint. Thirty pounds is nearly a week's rent. He is a student, and his parents do their best to help out but they are not wealthy. He cannot afford this, and he knows it. But he is drunk, and angry, and the woman in the sauna is very beautiful. Up to him. His hands are shaking as he withdraws thirty pounds from the machine and stuffs the banknotes into his wallet. He walks back to the sauna and rings the bell.

This time the woman opens the door straight away. "I thought I might see you again!" she says, jovially. "Right, darling, that'll be fifteen pounds, please. And I need you to sign in here."

Bizarre. On the clipboard there is some kind of attendance sheet, showing times in and out for customers. The names and signatures are all illegible. Rob supposes this must be part of the pretence that this place is a legitimate massage facility. Maybe it is, after all? But, then again, they have a tipping system for extras ... he scribbles something on the sheet and hands over twenty pounds and gets a five pound note back. The woman locks the money in the desk drawer, grabs a towel from somewhere and says "Come with me, darling." And she heads down the stairs.

With the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, Rob follows her. Facilis descensus averno. As they go down the stairs, the sound of a radio becomes louder. He emerges from the stairwell into some kind of open central space, off which there are three or four rooms with numbers on their doors. At one end there are open shower cubicles ("Showers are over there, sweetheart.") and next to them a heavy-looking wooden door with a small glass pane let into it ("And sauna's there, if you'd like to pop in."). She opens the door of room four. It is small and cramped. Along one side is a massage couch with a long, wide strip of tissue paper laid along its length. The wall above the couch is covered by mirror tiles. On the opposite wall is a framed print: an airbrushed, softcore image of a nude woman seen from behind. There is a plastic chair, and a small cabinet on which is a bottle of baby oil, a tin of talc, and a box of Kleenex. The woman hands Rob a plastic wash bag which must have been hanging on the back of the door.

"Right, darling, you can put your valuables in the bag and keep it with you. You get undressed, go in the sauna if you like, grab a shower, and when you're ready for your massage just buzz me on this here, all right?" She points to an intercom device on the wall. "Would you like a glass of water, or some juice maybe?"

"Ah ... juice ... juice would be great, thanks."

"OK sweetheart, I'll bring some down. See you in a bit, yeah?" She flashes a dazzling smile and goes back upstairs, closing the room door behind her.

To Rob's surprise, he feels absolutely calm now. And safe. Above all, safe: safe in this small basement room where nobody except the beautiful masseuse can find him. He hears a Tube train rumble close by. He places his watch, wallet and glasses in the bag, takes his clothes off, folds them neatly onto the chair and heads for the sauna, towel wrapped around his waist. He has never been in a sauna before. But then again, that's not the only thing he's trying for the first time tonight.

Inside the sauna cabin, the dry heat takes his breath away for a moment. He feels the sweat begin to flow down his back, closes his eyes, relishes the aroma of the warm wood. He lets his mind's eye linger on the image of the big-breasted masseuse in her tight tunic, and his cock begins to swell under the towel. Suddenly the sauna door opens. Rob looks up to see another man - middle-aged, paunchy. For a second Rob panics before rationalising that he can't be the only customer in this place. "All right?" says the man, not looking at Rob. "All right," replies Rob. As if the two had sat opposite each other on a train. Rob waits for what he thinks might be a decent interval before leaving the sauna, with a final nod of acknowledgement to its other occupant, and going to the shower. There, he washes off the sweat and lets his incipient erection die down. He is not quite sure what the etiquette will be come massage time. Back in room four, he dries himself off before pressing the intercom button. His voice trembles. "Er ... hi ... er ... room four ... I'm ready for my massage." He drinks from the glass of orange juice that he finds on the small cabinet. Then, naked, he leans against the couch and waits.

Somebody turns up the radio volume. U2, "Pride in the Name of Love." One of his and Debbie's songs. There is a soft knock on the room door. "Come in," he says.

As the masseuse enters the room Rob immediately notices that she has undone at least one more of the poppers on the front of her tunic; it is very obvious indeed that she is no longer wearing a bra. Rob's transfixed stare at her chest is all too blatant, and she gives a little giggle. Then she starts to speak so that Rob is compelled to look her in the eye.

"Right, darling, did you have a nice sauna and shower?"

"Y ... yes ... thanks."

"Good. My name's Shelley, by the way." She holds out a hand in greeting; Rob shakes it. "What's yours?"

"Er ... Tom."

"Tom. Pleased to meet you, Tom. Right. Now. You want to lie down on your front, darling?"

Rob climbs on the couch and lies prone, tucking his cock and balls down so they are exposed between his slightly parted legs. There is no hole in the couch for his face so he turns his head on one side, looking towards Shelley.

"So, Tom, would you like me to use oil or talc for your massage?"

"Er ... ah ... oil would be nice, thank you."

He sees her pick up the bottle from the cabinet. She goes out of view and he feels a cool dribble of oil onto his back. It feels good. He turns his head so he can see her in the mirror. With slow, firm strokes she begins to massage his back and shoulder blades, talking as she does so. It feels good.

"Mmm, you're lovely and slim, aren't you?" Rob is indeed slight of build. "How old are you, darling?"

"Twenty-one." It's true, as of two weeks ago.

"Twenty-one, eh? Aw, just a baby, really. You a student?"

"Yes."

"You not from London, then?"

"No." He names the small provincial town where he grew up.

"I bet they don't have saunas like this there, do they?"

"No. No they don't"

"You not got a girlfriend then, Tom? Nice fit young guy like you?"

"Not ... not at the moment, no."

She starts to massage his buttocks and thighs.

"Mm, nice bum you've got ... So you thought you'd treat yourself to a nice massage, yeah?"

"Ye- " he catches his breath as, out of nowhere, she makes a very light, feathery stroke up the inside of one thigh. Her voice softens as she says "Let's see what we can do here, shall we?"

He has never felt arousal quite like it. Her lightly oiled fingertips play around his inner thighs and the cleft of his bottom with the most delicate, butterfly touches. His cock starts to stiffen, and he shifts on the couch to give it room. He can barely breathe. Shelley's fingers continue their gentle exploration. They brush against the back of his scrotum, sending a tingle all over his skin. Almost imperceptibly, a fingertip skims the underside of his swelling glans. He lets out a tiny moan. He raises his hips so as to allow his cock to straighten under his belly. Shelley's movements become more decisive as she softly massages his balls from behind. Time seems to be suspended. For a minute or so, not a word is said.

Then: "You ready to turn over, darling? Yeah? Just a sec and I'll put the couch up for you." As he props himself up to turn onto his back - noticing as he does so the small pre-cum stain on the tissue where his cock had been - she lifts the upper third of the couch and locks it into place so that as he lies back, his head is slightly raised. It means he can look at her as she pours oil onto his chest and belly and massages them. One arm occasionally brushes against his erect prick. She works down towards his pubes, massages his groin either side of his balls, and smiles at him.

"You know what, baby, you've got amazing eyes. Really, now your glasses are off I can see they're gorgeous. Wow."

"Thank you." It's what Debbie used to tell him.

Shelley massages the insides of his thighs for a while. As she bends over him, her big breasts hang heavily in her tunic. She sees him gazing at then and smiles broadly. "Right, my love," she says softly, "would you like any extras?"

It is as if his whole life has led to this moment.

"Wh ... what do you ... er ..."

"What do I do? OK, well, some of the girls here do sex or French, but I don't do that. I'll do you topless hand relief for twenty pounds, or full strip with hand relief for twenty-five. Full strip breast relief is thirty. Up to you, darling."

She says it so matter-of-factly. Rob has to temper his delerium of arousal with some mental arithmetic. Can he really afford to spend the whole thirty pounds he took out, or should he keep five back? Good, sensible boy that he is, he opts for a little caution. "Twenty-five would be fine, please, thank you, if that's OK".

"'Course it's OK, darling. Could we sort that out now, sweetheart?" She takes from the hook on the back of the door Rob's valuables bag and hands it to him. He fumbles in the bag for the wallet and in the wallet for twenty-five pounds. He hands her the notes and she folds them into a pocket of her tunic.

"Right, darling, you lie down again while I take off the only item of clothing I'm wearing." Rob climbs onto the couch again. His erection has subsided only slightly during the business part of the transaction. He watches as Shelley takes off her tunic. Under it, she is completely naked. She is magnificent. Her dark brown skin is flawless. She is fit and toned. She has a majestic, womanly figure with broad shoulders and hips, a narrow waist, prominent round buttocks and large, full breasts. All the features that Rob so loved in Debbie, Shelley seems to have in glorified form. Debbie is a generous C cup; Shelley must be at least a DD. Debbie has a luscious round arse; Shelley's is just that bit higher and firmer. Shelley's bigger hips and bust mean that her waist appears narrower than Debbie's and she is more of a perfect hourglass. Both women have a neat triangle of black pubic hair, although Shelley's is more tightly curled. Only in the nipples there is no resemblance: Debbie's are small and delicate pink; Shelley's are prominent, thick and black. Rob is in awe. He cannot take his eyes off her as he lies back on the couch. She rubs oil into her hands and stands close to the couch; she takes Rob's right hand, places it on her buttock, and begins to massage his balls and the base of his cock very very gently indeed.

"Mmm, you've got a nice one, haven't you, baby? Nice big young spunky cock, all nice and hard." Rob almost faints with desire. He finds dirty talk very arousing, and was always sorry that Debbie didn't take to it, at least not without having had a lot to drink. He is caressing Shelley's wonderful firm buttocks, running his fingertips gently up and down the cleft between them. He is very very hard now, and his prick feels huge as she holds it. Only two other women have ever touched it: Debbie, and, before her, Louise, in a one-week mutual virginity surrender exercise. Both told him it was big, which made him feel wonderful, and while he is sure that Shelley compliments every customer in the same way, to be told he has a nice big cock by a woman who has seen hundreds of them can't help but boost his damaged self-esteem. And he's young and randy, and his erections are emphatic and long-lasting.

Shelley places Rob's other hand on her breast, and smiles at him. Her big tit is heavy in his hand, yet firm. He squeezes it gently and strokes the thick nipple with his thumb. "You like big boobs, darling?" she says, smiling even more.

"Yes." What else can he say?

Suddenly she bends down and squashes her breasts against his belly. Keeping the pressure on, she drags them up and down his torso. Rob gasps and whimpers involuntarily. Three or four strokes of her chest on his body, working further up each time, and finally shoving her right breast into his face. Hungrily, he finds the big nipple and starts to suck. Her tit is oily from where she rubbed it on his body. Shelley is still stroking his cock gently. She lets him suck long and deep, as he makes little whimpering sounds. Then shifts so as to present the other breast - "This one's feeling left out, darling." She pushes right down so her boob is squeezed onto his face. Again he suckles and whimpers, with some genuine difficulty breathing. He is just starting to struggle when she pulls away gently, with another soft giggle: "Oops, don't want to suffocate you, babe, do we?"

She stands up straight again and gently takes Rob's right hand off her bum. "If you're very gentle, sweetheart, you can touch my pussy. You like that?" He nods dumbly. She shifts her stance slightly so her hips are at forty-five degrees to the edge of the couch as she faces Rob, and her legs are slightly more than hip width apart. She places Rob's hand so that his fingers rest on her slit. "Be gentle, baby, I'm quite sensitive there. Mm, I bet you like putting your hand up ladies' skirts and seeing what you find, don't you?"


Extras



Gently, respectfully, Rob caresses Shelley's cunt. He feels the roughness of her pubes, and her soft, thick outer labia. He dares to part them and probe a little deeper, till he feels her juices slick on her flesh. She is still masturbating him, ever so slightly faster now. "Mmm, you naughty boy," she says. "You like the feel of that?"

"Yes." Finally he constructs a sentence, albeit the shortest possible. "You're ... you're wet."

"Well, darling, maybe it's not just you that's feeling horny tonight, eh?"

"Yeah."

"When you came in for a massage, did you know it would turn out like this?"

"Well ... I sort of hoped ..."

She gives a genuine laugh. "You sort of hoped. Heh, I like that. You're sweet. You know, I bet when you were in the sauna you were thinking, 'I wanna bend that black bitch over the couch and fuck her senseless,' weren't you, eh?"

This is strong stuff for the left-leaning feminist Rob, even in his mad arousal, and he's stuck for an answer. Shelley seems to sense his unease and smoothly shifts the focus.

"You know, baby, you're so sweet and horny I'll treat you to a little bit of breast relief, no extra charge, yeah? You ever had that before?"

"No."

Debbie, although she sucked and fucked with great enthusiasm, was oddly squeamish about getting semen on her skin. Which meant that with her beautiful breasts she never administered a tit-fuck. A crying waste, Rob used to think. But Shelley's about to make up for it.

"OK then sweetie, just a sec while I put a bit more oil on my boobly-wooblies." (Boobly-wooblies? Really? It is a measure of Rob's arousal that the silliness of the word does not ruin the moment.) Shelley gently removes Rob's hand from her crotch. She picks up the oil bottle again and pours a generous amount of its content onto her cleavage before rubbing it very thoroughly into her breasts. They take on a glorious sheen like polished antique bronze. It is a heart-stoppingly erotic spectacle in itself. Then she bends low over Rob's prick, with an expression of calm concentration on her face. "Right, darling, let's get your lovely hard cock in between my big oily tits." She is as good as her word. Rob feels the firm yet yielding masses of flesh envelop his rigid shaft until only his reddened glans protrudes, perilously close to Shelley's face. The underside of one breast rests exquisitely on his hairy balls. She squeezes her tits together and slides them up and down his cock, slowly at first, then gradually faster. This is the end game now. Rob feels the first distant tremor of orgasm. Shelley's movements get quicker and more decisive, less subtle now.

"You gonna come for me, baby? Yeah? You got a nice hot load to shoot for Shelley, yeah? You like my big fat tits wrapped round your ... Whoops! Whoa! There we go! Oh yes baby! Wow! Oh darling! Yes! Ooh that is a lot of spunk! Oh you shot that really powerfully too! Nearly went on my face and hair! Oh it's all over my titties look! Oops, there's more! Mmm sweetie you're such a horny boy, aren't you?"

Rob is groaning, gasping and twitching as he empties his balls over Shelley's chest. It is not his first ejaculation of the day - that took place in bed this morning - but he tends to come copiously, and Shelley's expert ministrations have brought forth a particularly voluminous emission. To his eternal gratitude she does not pull away as soon as he comes, but keeps her tits where they are so that he can relish the sensation on his cock as his orgasm gradually dies away. Only once his breathing has calmed does she stand up and reach for the tissues.

"Well darling, I've gotta say, you stay so hard for so long and you come so much, you must be wonderful to fuck."

Rob's bliss is complete. He lies still.

"Let me just wipe some of that off you." Shelley dabs at his cum-spattered belly with the Kleenex. Then she rips a strip from the end of the tissue on the couch and starts to clean her own chest. "Do you want to pop back in the shower, darling?" Rob nods weakly and starts to stand up. Shelley, having got most of the sperm off her, is putting her tunic back on. "Shall I bring you another glass of juice, darling? I'll leave it in here, yeah?" He nods again.

Shelley is dressed now. It's almost over, just time for a couple more of her lewd comments. "Did you enjoy that, babe, yeah? I bet it's not enough for you, though. I bet you're gonna be making yourself come again tonight, yeah?"

"Heh ... yeah ... yeah probably." It's true, of course.

"Yeah, I bet. Horny young guy like you. Sometimes when I do an older guy I think, right, that'll be enough for him for a couple of days. But I can tell you need more than that. Everyone's different, though, I guess. Some guys come already when I'm just doing the bit round the back, can you believe that? But you held back for a long time. Yeah, nice to fuck, I reckon. And those eyes ... mmm. Anyway, babe, you grab a shower and I'll see you upstairs, yeah?" And with that she leaves the room.

In a happy, stunned daze, Rob goes back to the shower and does his best to get the oil out of his pubes. His cock is tender from its exertions, although he really wants to start touching it again. But he needs to get home now, can't miss the last Tube. He dries himself, goes back to room four, drinks the fresh glass of juice that he finds there, and gets dressed. He goes up the stairs, taking a last look at his surroundings. Shelley is behind the desk. There must be a separate shower for the women. She is wearing a bra again.

"All right, sweetie? Was that nice?"

"Yes. Yes it was. Thank you."

"You're very welcome, darling." She comes out from behind the desk and kisses him on the cheek. "Well, Tom my love, it was lovely to meet you. Hope to see you again. I do late shifts like this one Thursdays and Fridays till one in the morning, and I'm here in the day on Tuesdays, before seven. And there's all different girls each day, of course. Here, let me open the door for you." One last kiss on the cheek. "'Night, darling, take care."

Rob steps out of the door into the London night, into a changed world.



Extraterrestrial Affair



As the countdown began, I knew that I was in for the biggest adventure of my life. The gantries fell off, the rockets fired up, and before I knew it, I was in space, looking down on the world and where I had lived thirty six years of my life. 

The neutrino drive kicked in only then, creating a wormhole envelope by expelling a dense stream of neutrons at either end... a little more than that and the space ship would be lost into oblivion in a proper black hole. The space ship created a space-time warp around itself, and traversed space without actually traveling through it. We were decelerating before I could regain consciousness... and saw the planet that was to be my home for the next three years, all I could see was a clear blue. Exactly like the pictures we had received. 

After a hundred and fifty years of sparse funding, fake alarms, and massive relocations, the SETI project had finally paid off, when it received a seven hundred year old invitation from a technologically and culturally advanced species. Space ships had rushed to their planet, the later ones reaching there earlier than the first few that set out because of the improved technology. The astronauts on the Moby Dick were the eighteenth crew to visit the planet, and contained six individuals from different cultural backgrounds for another in-depth interaction between two species. 

I was one of those astronauts. The water parted as we approached the co-ordinates that we were supposed to land at, and a platform rose to the surface. Base Ellapanadam they called it. As soon as we landed, a bubble formed around us, and we were taken to the magical place of the labqis. 

The creatures that populated this planet were called the labqis... they were a pretty weird species. They were more or less like the mermaids of our myth in form – with the exception of six soft spongy tentacles instead of the tailfin. The first time I saw the labqis, I was stunned... they all were stark naked and all seemed to be of the same gender. Their faces were bright and glowing – each in a different pale color. Their faces were full of sharp features, they had the most inviting smiles on their soft lips, small, delicate pointed ears, and sharp noses. They had small, clever eyes on highly set cheekbones, that smiled more mysteriously and enticingly than their lips. They all had long flowing hair – shimmering in either white or gold, or sometimes both. Small delicate wing-like fins protruded from their shoulder blades. Their fish like lower bodies were soft and velvety instead of being scaly, and they delicately hovered on their tentacles – like the most articulate ballerinas. And their breasts – so human, with small, black nipples. And did I mention – all of them were thoroughly wet?

In the light of what happened later, I have forgotten everything that happened over the next few days – there were meetings of some sort I suppose, where we talked and intermingled and exchanged ideas and philosophies. We learnt a lot from each other I suppose, and there was a grand party after the first month – we introduced them to the idea. The sweetest drinks were served at the party, the hosts apparently had analyzed our taste buds and neural pathways to custom-create the most intoxicating and pleasurable drink for each of us. I remember Aes, a tall, well formed, white haired Labqis always being by my side. I suppose I blacked out for a while. 

I woke up to a soft, wet feeling in my loins. I look down, and I see Aes slowly suckling my dick. I have got a hard on as I have never had before, and her (I prefer to refer to it as a her) hair was falling all over my thighs, moving with a life of their own, gently caressing every point they touched. Her lips were sealed around the base of my penis, and I don't know what she was doing with her tongue, but my member was shuddering in ecstasy as if little jolts of electricity were being passed through it. She suddenly noticed that I was awake, and brought her hand up to my face and silenced me. I stayed silent. 

She opened her mouth wide, managed to take my member along with the balls entirely in her mouth. She nibbled on my balls softly, and let her hair wrap around my dick tightly, constricting the blood flow to it. Then she suddenly let it go, and the hot blood rushed into my penis so hard that I knew I was on the verge of ejaculation. She used both her hands to jerk my member while using the tip of her tongue to pleasure the tip of my penis. I could just imagine cumming all over her beautiful face, and the semen in my body were encouraged. Just when I was about to ejaculate, she withdrew completely.

She just stood there, rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples, and looking at me right in the eye like shoe owned me. Right then, I felt like she did, I wanted nothing more than for her to continue. But she seemed to be restraining herself, waiting... I don't now for what. Just when I was about to speak, she pounced back on me. She did not want me to ejaculate... not then at least. I understood. I tried my best to hold it in, but it was already bursting to come out. 

Our lips connected... what followed would be the longest deepest kiss I have ever kissed. I kissed like my life depended on it, and it did. The room that we were in, empty except for a few lights and the spongy bed we were on filled with water. I realized that I could breathe through her, and I was concentrating on my breathing, taking short gasping breaths, when I entered her. It was a slit somewhere in her belly, I couldn't notice, was was holding her so tightly, and her hair was falling down my back, caressing my ass, and some had even entered the asshole, roaming about in an anal exploration of their own. Meanwhile, she trashed like a fish caught in a line, with me inside her. My member had never before been subjected to such a thrashing motion, and she showed no sign of stopping. I had this weird feeling of being smothered, so I kissed her even harder, my whole body shuddering in the combined effort. 

Then she showed me something I never thought possible in a Labqi –her fluorescent body lit up in different bands of bright, white light. It took a while for me to feel it, but the light was actually generating heat. My body was alternatively feeling hot and cold at different areas. I was assaulted with feelings... the effort to breathe, with which I was now getting comfortable with, the stimulation my member was receiving, her tentacles and hair groping my entire body, and now the bands of heat, tingling everywhere. 

I concentrated my energies on one thing – I thrust as hard as I could into her, more than anything I would have dared with an earth female. She not only took it, but became even more energized and started alternatively constricting and relaxing her slit.  

Right then, I cummed, and I cummed hard. I cummed right into her, not knowing what would happen because of it. It was red and hot, and I could feel it. She collapsed in an explosion of light all over her body. Both of us were exhausted I suppose, and we just lay there, as the water receded around us, and I started taking short, gasping, normal breaths. 

We did not stop there, I was still within her, and she was still twitching occasionally. She kissed me softly at first, and then more deeply, but slowly. Our lovemaking was now as slow as it was energetic the first time around. I thrust delicately and carefully... she thrusted herself onto me with an equal force. Her tentacles cocooned me tightly, and then the most amazing thing happened. Remember how you squeeze the remaining toothpaste out of the tube? Well her body-cocoon, did the same with me, squeezing me softly from head to toe first, and then back again. The squeezing got increasingly vigorous, and all the time, I was in her. 

I was in heaven, right then. It was all over in one mighty squeeze, I felt my tired penis lose all the energy it had left in another ejaculation. Then I passed out. 

I woke up alone, in a daze, and a very sore penis. The first inter-terrestrial relationship is not a story to be kept to myself.



Extraterrestrial Affairs:  Anna



I never believed in aliens until the night I was abducted from my apartment while I slept. I woke in a dark room with dim flickering lights, strapped naked to a cold floating platform with metal cuffs around my forearms and thighs. The smooth metal beneath me stretched from the middle of my back to my tailbone and floated around the room, twisting and turning as if there were no air but I could breathe. The walls were black so I could not see how large of a space I was in. It seemed I could make out movement just beyond the area of flickering lights.

"Hello?" I called then wish I hadn't. The creature that appeared from out of the darkness wasn't quite human. While it had human characteristics, it was a tall being, pale complexion, with large almond shaped, glassy eyes. It wore a collar around its neck and when it spoke, the digital sounding voice came from the collar.

"Do not be afraid."

I was terrified! So that I couldn't even scream. This had to be a dream, I kept mentally telling myself.

"We have taken you for a mating compatibility study. Once the study is complete you will be returned to your natural habitat." 

Mating compatibility study? What the hell did that mean? I tensed as he reached out and touched the platform ceasing its slow tumble through the air. 

"What?" I whispered with a shaky voice.

"We've been observing your species for some time. We are familiar with your mating rituals. We want to know if they are compatible with our own. After we test, we will study the results and make a determination one way or the other." He lifted his free hand and touched my breasts. His fingers were long and slender but then seemed to meld together into one form so that it could move over and around my curves.

I stared as part of his forearm extended, almost like liquid, into another limb. Then the end took on the form of a penis. It neared my mouth and pressed against my lips before probing inside against my tongue. I was petrified and didn't know what to do; still mentally convincing myself it wasn't real. The cock shaped limb began moving in and out of my mouth, then pushed deeper until it bumped the back of my throat. The alien made a small noise that resembled a human moan only it came out from that digital sounding collar. Suddenly the thing in my mouth began to grow, pushing my mouth open wide. Once it had swollen so that I couldn't close my mouth, the end began moving back and forth pushing just down my throat. 

After a few moments, it shrank again and pulled from my mouth but remained there close to my face. 

My heart pounded as I watched another penis limb grow from its opposite shoulder and snake out long until it touched my sex between my thighs, strapped wide apart. It rubbed against my clit and to my horror, my body responded, warming to the stimulation. When I moaned and whimpered, the member split so that it continued to rub my clit while the second half created a new cock that could slip down and push between my pussy lips. It slipped inside of me and like the first one, began to grow and fill me completely. Then it rippled back and forth without moving out of my body. My moans grew louder and I was unable to help the tension and arousal growing inside of me.

I closed my eyes and didn't open them until I felt another cock shape bumping again my asshole. It seemed to lubricate itself and squirted lubricant into me before it pushed in to fill me in the same manner my pussy was filled. I felt stretched and full while it continued to rub my clit. I shook from the intensity of it as the one hovering near my face returned to my mouth. It slowly and gently began pushing deeper with the steady strokes until it was throat fucking me.

It just wasn't possible for one being to do this! Or at least that was what the logical part of my brain was telling me. However, that part was quieter than the burning need growing inside of me. My body jerked as my arousal heightened. Seeming to understand I was nearing climax, all that filled me began to move faster. The being leaned forward as more of its body changed and extended so that it felt as if every part of me was being touched and caressed.

It was too much and I bucked as I came, my muffled scream vibrating every inch of the alien so that I felt it in my pussy and ass as well. The alien then seemed to envelope me completely, coating me like some latex suit that also filled me. I couldn't breathe as I felt it tighten around me and then fill my mouth, cunt, and ass with liquid. Moments later it slipped away from my body and pulled out of me completely. Had it just cum into me?

"You were a perfect subject," The alien said, once he was in normal form again. "We will return you to your natural habitat now." I didn't see the needle until it was too late and already injecting something blue into my arm. A moment later, I started to drift off to sleep. When I woke, I was in my bed in my apartment again. I would have thought it a mere dream except the soreness in my body and the small needle mark in my arm.

I realized then my abduction had been real.



Extraterrestrial Love



It was late one night and I was driving to get home. The night seemed more spooky than usual in our town. I'd grown up in a small farm town just outside of Del Rio Texas where everyone knows everyone and you actually trust your neighbors. The wind was brisk and the sky was covered with bright stars. I drove listening to "Here with me" by Dido playing quietly on my car radio. 

I felt the tears just stream down my face as I thought about the events that had happened in the last six months. It'd been a hell of a year for me. My divorce became final just two weeks ago. I'd made the mistake a lot of women do and married at a young age. I was only 23 when I got married, and just after only three years, my marriage was gone. 

I kept going over and over on what I had done wrong. I was always a good wife to my husband, but I guess he wanted more things. Things I wasn't able to provide, such as having a child. My heart almost stopped when our doctor said I wasn't able to have children. My husband had grown up being one of nine children, so his fantasy was to have a lot of kids. I didn't mind having them, I actually wanted as many as I could have, but it always seems that those of us who want children, are never fortunate enough to be able to have them.

Not being able to have children was one of the main reasons for our divorce. Sometimes I felt guilty, yet other times I felt lucky to finally be alone. Marriage was beautiful at first, but then it lost all its purpose when the idea of family came up. As a little girl, I always envisioned marriage to be unconditional love between two people. A marriage was supposed to be respect and loyalty. I don't know where all of those things were lost, or maybe they were never there. 

I drove my small blue Plymouth Neon car down a long road that led me to my parent's home. Ever since my divorce I had to move back with my folks just until I could get my life together again. My divorce had been hard on my parents as well. They were both very old fashioned and now figured I wouldn't be able to find another man who would be interested in me since I could not have children. My folks meant well, and I knew they loved me. It wasn't their fault they had been brought up with such strict morals. 

I drove my car with the windows rolled down that night. The wind seemed to be picking up and I could see the corn fields sway to the rhythm of the breeze. I quickly pulled out a tissue from my purse to dry my crying eyes before getting home. Otherwise I knew my mother would interrogate me with a dozen of questions on why I was crying. 

I was almost arriving home but I felt I needed to cry just a bit more. I decided to pull over to the side of the road. I put my head on the steering wheel sobbing like a small child. I closed my eyes hoping all this pain would go away. I was crying for a few minutes when I heard a loud noise. I opened my eyes and looked up suddenly, I saw a huge bright beam that almost blinded me. It came out of one of the cornfields out on the road. This light was extremely bright and I had to pull over on the side of the road. I should have been afraid to get out of my car but I wasn't. I never felt more safe my entire life. 

I tried as hard as I could to see what that light was. I squinted my eyes and could now see two bodies looking as if they were walking towards me. Not really walking more like floating. I felt my chest heave up and down feeling somewhat excited of what was going on. The light seemed to finally dim letting me open my eyes. It seemed as if the wind had suddenly stopped just sending a cool fresh breeze all over my skin. 

I heard footsteps in the grass but yet I still couldn't tell who was walking, or shall I say what was walking. I saw two bodies approaching me. The sky was so dark that only the moonlight and stars allowed me to see their silhouettes. I stared closely and with just a blink of an eye, I suddenly felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I shuddered and quickly turned around. 

There I was face to face with a creature that looked human in some ways and in some ways looked so odd. He was male that was for sure. He was tall and looked very powerful and strong. His skin was more like an olive green color but yet it had a small hint of a brown tone. I stood there speechless and then the other creature stood in front of me. This creature seemed just a tad smaller. He obviously was male as well. It looked like a father and son. They both had big dark eyes shaped like humans only huge. Their mouths were also like humans but instead of pink lips, their lips were a tan color. 

They didn't do or say anything to me. They stood there talking a language I've never heard in my entire life.  They're aliens! I thought to myself. I'd heard such stories about extraterrestrials but I never believed them myself. I watched them and they watched me closely. We were studying each other's movements and reactions. The younger creature reached out with his huge hand to touch my face. I stood there numb as he ran his cold, soft hand on my face. I closed my eyes feeling the strange sensation run through my body.

I just felt my body being lifted up. I tried to look, where I was going but I couldn't open my eyes. It felt like I was flying, in a smooth swift flight. It was only a few seconds by the time I was able to open my eyes again. I stood there in a strange place. This place was covered with red and blue lights. The atmosphere was almost pleasant. I could see other creatures walking around, more like floating around speaking gibberish. I stood there wishing I could understand them and talk to them. The walls of this place were a bright silver color and the floor was dark as midnight. Their chairs didn't really look like chairs, but more like strange designs in shape of triangles and rectangles. There were at least seven creatures in this place. 

 Where the hell am I?  I thought silently. Suddenly, I felt myself fall to the floor as I felt as if I was in an airplane that was taking off.  Was this their ship? I landed on my butt and felt as if I was stuck to the floor. I kept wondering where they were taking me. Would they ever bring me back?

It was only a few minutes and I felt the movement stop. I was finally able to get up from the floor straightening my long skirt and blouse. The creatures walked around me and I saw an opening ajar. I curiously looked and saw the creatures walking out slowly. I followed them and I stepped out looking back I saw I was in their beautiful ship. Their ship was huge and looked as if it were made out of metal. I turned to look at the place we were at now and saw what it looked like millions of these creatures with their eyes on me.

I was dumbfounded as they all ogled my every little move. I looked very closely and it seemed as if all these creatures were male. Was there no females? They all looked strong and big compared to my size 4 body. The father, who was the creature I had first come across with, grabbed my hand walking me towards the rest of the aliens. Out of the blue, I felt someone lay me down on the ground. It wasn't a dirt ground, more like a soft cushion I was laying on. 

I looked up with my eyes wide as the father leaned down to kiss me. His mouth was cold but soon got warm as his lips met mine. I felt his slimy tongue enter my mouth and I fully accepted it. The feel was more erotic than a human tongue it seemed. It was just so slimy and slippery from his own saliva. We kissed passionately like lovers do when they first discover their feelings for one another. I felt somewhat excited and felt my nipples getting hard underneath my silk blouse.

Then the father creature stepped aside and the son creature approached me. He too kissed me just like this father had, only with more fury. The other creatures stared in silence. The father creature stepped back and let his son continue his deed. He stood there with his strong arms crossed watching carefully. 

The son got up and it seemed as he was tugging on something between his legs. I felt my jaw drop open when I saw him pull out a huge big cock. This was on ordinary looking cock. It had to be at least 12-13 inches in length and 3 inches in thickness. The cock's color was a light green and brown. The head looked just like a human's cock, but it had big thick veins, more veiny than a man's cock would be. I gasped feeling scared now, but I still felt so stimulated. The son looked at his father for approval of some sort and the father just nodded his head.

The son went back down on the ground with me lying by my side. He stroked my long red hair pushing some of it out of my face. His hands crept down to my blouse and I felt undo button by button. I didn't even try to stop him. I was just so excited being with another person, or shall I say creature. My now ex-husband had been my only sex in my entire life, I thought I'd never get a chance to experience sex with someone else or something else. 

The last button of my blouse came undone and I was left there with my white bra as my chest went up and down from my heavy breathing. It was hard to tell the expression of this creature because of the blank look in his eyes. His hand was now shaky and he reached to touch my breasts over my bra. I let out a very small whimper. The slightest touch of this creature was making me wanna cum! He stood there numb at first and I saw his father come over with one of his long fingernails and cut my bra open letting my tits fall out. 

The cold air in the atmosphere was hardening up my nipples even more. The son looked down at my breasts and slowly ran his big hands on them. I started to squirm and as soon as I did, two other creatures stepped from behind me and held my arms down to keep me in place. The creature knelt his head down and glided that long slimy tongue on my nipples. I tossed my head side to side never having experienced so much pleasure. One of the creatures that was holding me down also held my head in place to keep me from moving. It was wonderful torture. 

The son alien kept licking and flicking his tongue on my hard nipples. His mouth took in my entire tit keeping it in his mouth. It was feeling incredibly hot and felt my pussy soaking wet. He pulled himself up and I felt his hands run up my skirt. He picked up my long skirt and threw it over my stomach letting my white silk panties be exposed. He stepped to the side and looked at his father once again. 

His father walked closer and put his long fingernail once again this time cutting my panties open. The son kept his body to the side letting the other creatures view my aching pussy. The other creatures all began to speak loudly. The father looked at them and they all got silent continuing to watch. 

The son put his hands on each of my legs spreading them wide. He spread them as wide as I could go. I wanted to see what he was going to do next but the other creatures kept me pinned down to the ground. I just felt something long and oily caressing my cunt.  Oh God is he eating my pussy? He was gliding his tongue on my lips and his hand spread my lips open letting my clit creep out. I felt two other creatures come and hold my legs down. I was completely held down by four aliens while this one wonderful creature was starting to eat me out. His tongue started to slowly slide up and down my slit. He did this for a while and then started to flick his tongue hard and fast on my swollen clit. 

I let out a huge moan. The father alien just turned to look at me and then he turned to the crowd and nodded. It seemed as he was teaching this whole group how we human females like to be touched. 

My heart raced almost wanting to burst out of my chest as the son alien was now wiggling his tongue faster on my clit. I could hear loud slapping noises of his heavy tongue just smacking my clit. I was feeling the heat rise and I kept trying to squirm, but the other creatures had me pinned down very securely. 

It was just amazing. It'd only been a few seconds and I was so ready to cum. I knew it was going to be so hard that it was going to hurt but I was ready. I was ready to have my first real orgasm. I felt his slimy tongue enter my opening sending me to the edge. He was fucking me with his tongue! I tried to move but I was I suddenly felt my whole body taut and I started to cum. I was shaking all over. Shaking so much it felt like I was going to break loose from the creatures that were holding me down. I felt myself explode all over this creature's long tongue. 

"Mmmmggghhhhhmmmm!" I moaned loudly letting out my cries of pleasure.

I heard the whole crowd of creatures start speaking loudly as they witnessed my reaction. The father turned to look at them giving them some kind of signal for silence once again. The place went quiet once again and the son got up looking down at me. He got my legs and put them up in the air as he adjusted himself to get ready to fuck me. 

I was still shaking from the incredible orgasm he'd given me. His strong hands held my legs up as he began to enter me. I let out a loud yelp as I felt him enter my tight opening with his huge cock. The two creatures that held my arms gave me their hands for me to grip on to. The pain was excruciating yet I didn't want him to stop. Inch by inch was being inserted inside me tearing my pussy up making my hole wide. 

"Ooooohh mmmmmmmm!" I wailed out in pure ecstasy, as the creature kept putting more and more of his cock in me.

It felt never-ending until finally he managed to get it all up my pussy. I felt like my pussy had swallowed a huge fat cucumber. I felt stuffed and so hot. The creature looked at me for a moment. Our eyes met and although it was hard to tell what he was feeling, somehow I knew he loved me. He loved me more than any other man could or would ever love me. It was strange, I don't know how to explain it, but that's how it felt. 

The wonderful creature began to fuck me slowly at first. I felt him thrust his body up against mine hard pushing his cock harder in me. I wasn't able to moan, I was completely out of breath. The feeling was mind-blowing like no other I had ever experienced. He made love to me while the others watched letting their minds absorb the beautiful love making between alien and human. 

I felt the veins of his cock rub hard against the walls of my pussy. My pussy clenched his cock loving him inside of me. He began groan almost like a real man would. He pumped my pussy harder tossing his head back. He was fucking me so good that I wanted him to stay inside me forever. I could live in this beautiful planet with these magnificent creatures and never look back at my lonely life. I could be a wife to them all and please them any way they wanted me to. 

The creature picked up his velocity now fucking me fiercely and determined. My breasts were bouncing around madly while I got fucked. I was screaming and moaning. I felt the creatures cock so far up me I swear I could feel it almost come out of my mouth! His now warm hands were on my hips as he plunged himself in and out of me. 

I got a strange feeling inside me like I had when he was licking my pussy. I was gonna cum again! I was going to cum on this creature's cock! This was powerful, so powerful I actually broke out of the restrain of the other creatures that held me down. I threw my hands over my head as I came. I shrieked loud, louder than I ever had. 

The creature was buried deep in me and I saw him slow down as close his eyes. He's cumming in me! Oh fuck! I felt a strange type of cum enter me. It felt a lot warmer than a human male's cum. This one was almost scorching hot. It was a lot of it too; I felt some of it drip out of my cunt and onto my legs. He didn't stop there. He kept jamming me with his cock and suddenly I felt some of the hot liquid come out of my mouth! 

His cum was slowly oozing out of my mouth. The taste was indescribable, almost like water. I had the hot liquid inside my throat making it tingle. My lips were now coated with the creatures cum. It was a cream white color and very thick. Almost like syrup. 

I licked my lips savoring this incredible taste. The creature slowly left my busted pussy and layed his head on my chest. I could hear him panting trying to regain his strength. Cumming in me must have taken a lot out of him. I put my arms around him and I could feel he was no longer cold. He was a warm body laying up against me. 

The crowd was still silent as they just watched two creatures from totally different worlds fall in love. I was still clueless as to what had happened. I kept thinking different things. It must have been some sort of ritual aliens have in their planets. It's a ritual on turning a young alien male into a man. Or maybe it was sort of like their own movies they made. Like an entertainment for them to kidnap human women and let one of them be able to make her feel so wonderful like they had to me. 

I closed my eyes and suddenly felt myself flying again like I had the first time. This time the flight was even smoother. I felt like I was in heaven, in my own heaven. A place where no one would ever believe existed if I told them. It'd be my own little secret. 

I was smiling to myself and suddenly was awaken by a bright light in my eyes. I opened my eyes and saw the town's sheriff, Sheriff Drake, pointing a bright flashlight in my eyes. 

"Sheriff?" I asked confused narrowing my eyes at him.

"Are you OK ma'am?" He asked chewing his gum.

"Y-yes I'm fine. Where am I?"

"You're in the middle of the road. I was driving up this road and saw your car parked. I figured you might have some car trouble but I found you asleep at the wheel."

I looked around and my car was still in park. I felt a slight chill through my skin. "Well I guess I must have fallen asleep." I said quietly.

The sheriff tipped his hat and laughed. "Well ma'am you gotta be careful out here. A pretty gal like you alone on the road, who knows what could happen."

He began to walk away and I stayed still until he did. I looked up and saw the bright stars and moonlight. It had all been a dream! Just an amazing dream! I felt sadden and somewhat disappointed but at least I knew I'd always have that recollection. 

Oh what a wonderful dream it had been. I bit my lip remembering the feelings and sensations of the dream. Everything had felt so real, so fascinating. I turned on the car and looked down. My blouse was unbuttoned almost half way. and my bra was gone. I slipped my hands between my legs and felt my bare pussy with no panties. 

 It was just a dream. Or was it?  

I drove back home with the wonderful memories those creatures had left for me. I would dare not ever tell anyone. Who would believe me? As long as I knew it was true that was all that mattered.



Extraterrestrial Romance



This story is completely fictitious. If this relates to anyone living or dead it is completely coincidental and I am sorry.

*

My name is Leia, I am your typical 18 year old girl. Well I'm not exactly typical, you see I am pregnant with an alien baby. How did I get pregnant with a alien baby you mask? Well I'll tell you, although those faint of heart should leave now.

I was on my way to my best friend's Birthday Party and started having car trouble. I thought this was rather odd since I just had my car serviced. So I pulled tot he side of the road to see what the problem was. As soon as I stepped out of my car I was knocked flat on my butt.

There was a blinding white light in front of me. I was trying to see what it was when this creature was standing in front of me. I hadn't had anything to drink yet so I knew I wasn't drunk. This creature spoke perfect English.

''Dear child I mean you no harm, I must reproduce or else I die.''

''Whoa, wait you want to get me pregnant?''

''I have to, you see I am a very powerful leader from another galaxy, if I don't reproduce my people will all die.''

'''Don't you have any females of your own species?''

''No my dear, they all passed.''

''But if your such a powerful leader why not get another female, why human?''

''You are lonesome, I am lonesome. I can promise you great power.''

So I'm sure you can guess what happened. I got in this creature's flying saucer and followed him. We entered a very well lit room and in the center of the room was the biggest bed I've ever seen. He had silk sheets, huge silk pillows. I felt like a Queen or Princess.

''Dear child if my alien figure frightens you I can change.''

''No remain as you are, I find it rather erotic.''

So the leader finally showed his true from to me. He was hideous but his cock was at least two feet long eight inches around. My pussy was dripping wet and I kept wondering what my lover's name is. It seemed like he read my mind.

''Dear child you may call me Colt, what shall I call you?''

''You can call me Leia.''

''Well Leia, if you do become pregnant with my child you shall be my mate for life. We will be married and you will become a very powerful Queen.''

I didn't know that aliens married humans so I was rather dumbfounded by Colt's proposal. I was also curious about some things as well.

''Colt, will I become Queen before or after the child is born?''

''I like how you called our child a child and not a thing. My lovely Leia, as soon as I know you are impregnated by me we shall become husband and wife.''

''What if I don't bear you a son will you have me killed?''

''I don't believe in killing a woman for not bearing me a son, I will love all our children, male and female, alike. Darling Leia, please do not fear me I will not harm you in any way but I must tell you I know you'll have my children because I can sense we'll have near a trillion.''

I was shocked but fell absolutely in love with Colt. ''I will marry you Colt, just get me off Planet Earth.''

So Colt laid me down on the bed and my earthly clothes disappeared and I was naked. Colt was standing before me naked as well. He's nowhere near as hideous naked as he is when he's dressed. My pussy was dripping my juice like a leaky faucet. He was very gentle entering me, I had no pain at all. I thought I'd be in extreme pain from his size and how tight I am.

The pleasure I felt with Colt is indescribable. I know I would never be able to feel this type of pleasure from my human boyfriend, or any human male. I would love being Colt's wife and mother of our children. I wasn't mad anymore about missing my best friend's Birthday Party either I have a great man fucking me like no man has ever done before.

I felt so relaxed and extremely horny with Colt's hard cock in me. I felt the first of many orgasms coming on to me and I was gripping Colt's back with my nails.

''Oh God Colt I'm coming oh god I want your come in me!''

''Give it to me Leia, I'm coming as well!''

We came together in sexual bliss. He continued to fuck me though, like I said that was the first of many orgasms. I know that if he was to send me back to earth no one would believe I was married to an alien and was Queen. I wanted to die being this alien's wife. 

Colt remained hard for a very long time and kept coming inside of me. When he was finally through he asked me to get my earthly possessions and he'd be back within a month to pick me up. An alien/human pregnancy goes quicker than a human/human pregnancy. 

When I was back on earth my car started up right away and I turned around and headed back home. Screw my friend's party I am carrying my alien husband's child and I'll be taken off this planet within a month. I arrived at my place and packed up everything, and my stomach had grown some and I looked like I was five months pregnant. All of my things were packed and I was ready to go with my alien husband once a month came.

I fell asleep and my dreams were filled with everything sexual with my husband, and I woke up to strong painful contractions. I thought to myself I shouldn't be giving birth already I was just impregnated. I went to the bathroom and filled my bathtub full of water. I undressed and climbed in the water, and I felt the urge to push and started pushing. I was pushing and pushing and I felt the baby coming out, I pushed some more and I gave birth to my first of many children, plus I had no help at all. I felt the amniotic sac come out, and I held my crying baby boy. He looks more like me than he does his father, except for he has a rather above average penis for a newborn.

"I drained the water from the bathtub and put a cloth diaper on my new little boy. I thought he might be hungry and I put one of my breasts to his mouth and he latched on, Alien/Human children grow up a lot faster as well. He ate his fill and fell asleep on my bed with me. He slept all through the night and when I woke in the morning there was a darling little boy in bed beside me. He woke up as well and said, "Mommy, I'm hungry I want some milk."

He lifted my top and latched onto one of my breasts and started sucking. It didn't feel like it had last night when I gave birth to him, this was more pleasurable. When he came up he was a teenager, I was astonished. 

"Mommy, I'm still hungry, but you have no more milk."

"Let Mommy produce more milk."

"I love you Mommy."

He then climbed on top of me and since I'm naked already and getting very wet he started to kiss me hard and deep. I felt his erection poking around trying to enter me, my lips opened and his huge penis entered my dripping wet pussy. My baby boy was making love to his mommy, but oh my god it felt amazing. I kept hoping Ethan, my son, wouldn't quit but I was also hoping his father would keep his promise.

Ethan was pounding his hard meat deeply in and out of me, it's still hard for me to believe I just gave birth to him this morning and he's already a teenager and making love to me. I felt my climax approaching and it felt like it was going to be a big one. Ethan's cock started to swell inside me so I knew he was fast approaching as well, just when I thought I couldn't handle it anymore Ethan and I came at the exact same time.

"I think Daddy, will be satisfied knowing he'll be a grandfather to his son and wife's kids."

I thought my husband would be mad knowing I would be giving birth to our son's kids. Then it hit me, kids, I'll be having more that one this time.

"Ethan, how many will I be having?"

"Oh mommy we'll have five kids together, from just this time, and daddy won't mind if you get pregnant from me."

Great my son is a mind reader, I won't be able to think dirty thoughts about us. My husband is a mind reader as well so I'm doomed. 

It is time for Colt to come and get me and our son and take us to our new home planet. I have everything ready to go and Ethan now looks like a grown man, he has a goatee and dark brown hair with frosted tips and he looks very sexy. If he were to remain here on Earth he'd have lots of girlfriends. If I wasn't his mom I'd date him, he's that hot.

I spotted Colt's ship and once it was above us all my things went up into the ship then Ethan and I followed. We got in the ship and I saw my husband and we embraced and kissed, we had missed each other so much.

"So are you pregnant from our son here my darling wife?"

"Yes, yes I am he said we'll have five children together from just the one time we made love."

"You will, I see your seven months along, better get you to our home where you'll be comfortable raising our children and our son's children."

"What about you and Ethan, what will you two be doing?"

"I will be ruling and teaching Ethan how to rule along side me, you see he will be the second ruler in command below you, I will never die just as you and Ethan won't die or age. Like I said we'll have near a trillion kids together Leia."

I'll admit it still shocks me that I'll have near a trillion kids. I love my husband like no one else, I love him more than my ex-human boyfriend.

Well that's my story on why I'm not a typical teenage girl. Right now I am pregnant with mine and Colt's one hundred ninety-nine thousandth child.

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This is my first attempt at a Non-Human porn story. If you like it please e-mail me at the address in my profile. I would appreciate to hear fan mail or hate mail. Thank you! 



Extreme



(This story is inspired by Episode 3 of MTV's 13th season of Road Rules, Road Rules Extreme: Living Art. This did not really happen.) 

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We stood silent as they explained the mission to us: Get naked, shave all hair that grows below our necks, get painted, and stand in a street side window for an hour, motionless, for all to see. My jaw dropped. I didn't think I was going to get through this mission. After what seamed an eternity of silence, I gathered our team into a huddle. 

"Um, guys..." I looked into the eyes of my teammates, Amy, David, Jerry, Donna, and Michelle, "I have a confession to make." Our team was pretty gung ho, and I knew they wanted to tackle this mission to get to the prize, and I wanted to also, but I knew that being naked with three very hot girls would make my pole extend to its fullest. But I felt close enough to these guys that I felt I could just tell them about my easy arousal up front so that they wouldn't be surprised or too pissed at me. 

"I don't want to back out of this mission, but I do know my body, so I'm just gonna tell you now that I'll probably get a hard on for the hour while were naked, please don't get too mad at me, I'll be embarrassed anyway." I stared down at the floor waiting for the abuse, but everyone just nodded, even the girls. The thought of these three beautiful girls naked was getting me hard already. 

Michelle was a blond, 19 and short, with a great body and 34c boobs. Amy and Donna were both brunettes, and also had great bodies. Donna was 20 and rather tall, just a little shorter than I, with 36b breasts, and Amy, 18, was a little shorter with 34b's. We had been friendly so far, but no kissing or groping had happened yet, just some friendly cuddling. 

We broke our huddle and were placed by the artist in our positions just to get an idea before we started stripping. Amy was at the end facing to the left, I was behind her facing the same direction, and Michelle was behind me, also facing the same direction, but her face turned forward so that the side of her face was pressed into my back. In fact, all three of us were pressed together, so I could feel Michelle's breasts and Amy's ass, and my cock jumped in response. David and Donna were facing each other, with David's and Michelle's backs together, and Jerry sandwiched them. David and Jerry squared off, staring at each other, and Donna looked forward, her head against David's chest. Those were our poses. 

We broke formation and slowly started taking clothes off. It was easy for us guys until we got to our boxers or briefs. We stalled by shaving our chest, arms and legs. The girls were timid, but their clothes came off in order to get the shaving done. They covered themselves as they went, except for Amy, who seamed very comfortable showing off her hot body. I was pitching a tent instantly, and she saw it clearly. 

Amy got done shaving in a hurry, and came over to me. "Let me help you down there." 

"Ummm... ok..." I didn't know exactly what she was going to do, but she was confidant, so I didn't protest. Amy pulled down my boxers and started to spread shaving cream around my groin. Of course my dick was at attention, and she didn't mind stroking it a couple times, every now and then. I couldn't believe it. I was a little scared with the blade in close proximity, but her strokes were making me breath hard. 

Amy shaved me quickly, and the other teammates would look in amazement. I was a little embarrassed at the attention, but also just incredibly horny. Once done, Amy passed the razor to the artist and I wiped the remaining shaving cream off. 

"Can we have a moment?" Amy started to drag me off to another room. 

"Actually, we need all of you to stay in the same room." The judges weren't going to let us separate. Amy looked at me with a huge smile, then dropped to her knees. 

"I have a solution for you..." she said while stroking my cock again, and then started giving me an intense blow job. The others just stared, frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing, Michelle licking her lips. I looked down to see Amy staring up at me, viciously attacking my dick, pumping me hard. I couldn't take much, this whole scene adding to the erotic atmosphere. I came in her mouth as my body shook. I reached out to a table that was near by for support as Amy finished licking the rest of the cum off the tip of my shaft. 

"There, that should keep you satisfied until this is over." It took me a moment to recover my balance, and by that time Amy was standing at her mark, starting to get painted. The other's wanted some form of oral sex as well, it looked like, but they knew time was short, so they trudged into place to get painted. 

After the full body painting, they placed us together behind the curtain that would reveal us to the public. Amy's ass was right in my crotch, and Michelle's perky nipples and breasts were smashed into my back. I could feel Michelle's face against my back too and noticed that she felt hot. With all the touching, my cock started to spring again, right up between Amy's legs, and held down by her hot pussy lips. I was aching to take her right there, and I felt her juices start to coat me in response, but the curtain was about to rise. So much for keeping me satisfied. 

Final touches were made to our positions, Michelle's arms came up around me to have her hands rest on Amy's waist, my arms wrapped around Amy's torso and crossed, my hands covering the opposite breast to protect them from public view, and one of Amy's arms came back to rest on my thigh while the other covered her crotch. I couldn't see how the other three were situated, but I was sure Donna was feeling a whole lot of male. 

As the hour passed by, I just got harder and harder, and ached more and more for some action with Amy, and Michelle even. I noticed that her breathing was getting harder, and I could feel her nipples spike into my back. The heat among all of us was building as well, and Amy's breasts felt nice in my palms too. It was the longest hour of my life, my dick getting soaked, surrounded by Amy's hot pussy lips and thighs. 

Finally the curtain came down, and when it hit the ground we all collapsed. The judges congratulated us as we grabbed towels to cover ourselves and stop the torture. Amazingly, we all showered separately, but when we got back to the RV, Amy grabbed my hand and led me to the back, pulled the divider to close off the bedroom in the back, and started stripping. I did the same as quick as I could. When we were both naked, I pushed Amy onto the bed and attacked her pussy with my tongue. 

"I owe you a favor," I said before making contact. Her juices were flowing again and tasted like sweet nectar. Her hot engorged lips were smooth from the shave, and my tongue danced all around, jumping from side to side, every now and then tickling her clit. Amy groaned and her hands pressed my head into her crotch. I licked and swirled, and then shoved my tongue deep into her. Her breath caught a moment, and then a loud moan followed. 

"I want your dick inside me. That whole hour I just wanted to reposition to take you into me." She pulled me up onto the bed and pushed me onto my back. My cock stabbed the air, pointed at the ceiling. Amy straddled my hips and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. The warmth surrounded it, juices gushing down, I watched as Amy started to ride me, her face reflecting intense lust. Her beautiful body moved with eloquence, her breasts bounced lightly. I sat up to put my mouth on one of her nipples, and licked and swirled around it. Amy was breathing hard, arching her back and leaning forward, pressing her breast into me, and riding me to rub her clit into me. The walls of her pussy tightened and relaxed in rythm, and my cock throbbed in response. 

I felt hands at my shoulders, and they pulled me down flat on the bed. I hadn't noticed that Michelle had come in and taken her cloths off. She jumped up and straddled my chest, facing Amy. I stared at Michelle's ass and back, and her beautiful blond hair. 

"I can't let you two have all the fun, especially after that hot hour." The two girls smiled and started kissing, and Amy still rode me while Michelle started gyrating her pussy and clit into me, slowing moving back. When she was finally sitting on my face, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her down while sticking my tongue deep into her soaking pussy. She squealed a little, but continued to make out with Amy, their kissing noises getting loud. Michelle's juices were sweeter and covering my face. I kept eating and eating, my tongue licking her lips as she ground into my face. I wrapped my lips around her clit and massaged it while tapping it with my tongue, and Michelle started to squirm. I reached up to play with one of her nipples, and my other hand went to one of Amy's nipples. Michelle started to squirm more, and her body started to shake. One hand landed on mine, forcing me to pinch and play with her nipple harder, and her other hand reached back to grab my head to push me up into her harder. Amy wrapped her arms around Michelle and Michelle leaned into her as a violent orgasm sent Michelle into convulsions. I continued to rub her clit with my lips as I felt Amy begin to gyrate on my dick harder and shake violently. She moaned loudly, pressing Michelle's head into her chest, and her pussy walls contracted on my dick as her own orgasm swept through her. I couldn't hold it anymore, I grabbed Amy's hips and forced my dick deeper into her as I shot my load, my pelvis thrusting, lifting her into the air a little. I squirted several times, each one making her squeal. 

I finally let go and laid there, breathing hard at Michelle's cunt lips, and the two of them in each other's arms. They both rolled off of me, to either side, and laid down next to me. In our relaxation we could hear bumping of furniture in the other part of the RV and knew that the other three were as horny as we were.

David, Jerry and Donna had walked into the RV after Michelle, but just watched her as she walked to the back to join me and Amy. The three of them, standing in the very small kitchen area, stared at each other for a second, and then very quickly started taking their clothes off. Now completely naked and breathing heavily, all three licked their lips as Donna bent over to take David's dick in her mouth while poking her ass at Jerry for him to fuck her. It took no time for them to groan without care, Jerry's thighs smacking into Donna's ass while her throat got rammed by David's thick dick. They were quick and nasty about it, Donna's saliva running down David's cock and thighs, and her cunt juices running down her own while coating Jerry's poll. With each ram from Jerry, David's dick went further down Donna's throat. 

This didn't last long as all three were animalistic in their desire to cum. Jerry shot his load first into Donna's wet pussy, his convulsions disturbing the rhythm they had carried so far, sending Donna into an orgasmic frenzy that made her eyes roll back. Once the vibrations reached David, he couldn't take it anymore and shot his load so far down Donna's throat, but she didn't try to swallow, so what didn't get shot down her throat came out of her mouth with the saliva that she was too high to hold in with her lips. As David pulled his dick out of Donna's mouth, the saliva and cum dripped onto the floor. Everyone tried to catch their breath while leaning against the counters. 

Then Donna took charge, motioning both guys to lay down on their backs, there asses together, she was gonna ride both cocks. Somehow the two guys just fit, laying diagonally, with their heads in the corners of the small kitchen area, but their positions were soon forgotten as Donna took hold of both dicks and stroked. They were both still lubed enough, and the stroking brought back their stiffness. Donna straddled the heap of legs, taking David into her wet pussy first. David almost cried when Donna pulled off his poll after a couple of strokes. She then took Jerry's cock into her ass, slowly, letting her muscles adjust to the girth. After a couple of strokes on Jerry, she finally put David back into her pussy, and sat there a moment, watching and listening to both boys breathing hard, feeling both dicks so far up inside her. The anticipation was too much and Donna couldn't wait anymore, she started to rock. The dicks sliding back and forth in opposite motion. The boys were loving it, their eyes half lidded, watching her ride them, turning back to see Jerry, and turning forward to watch David. 

When I walked in, I had a towel around me, but at the site of the three my hand forgot and the towel slipped to the floor, revealing my pole as it started to harden again. Donna saw this and motioned me to her. As I approached she took my dick into her mouth so that she could feel three hard cocks in her. I stiffened right away, her hot mouth sucking me hard. She continued rocking while looking up at me with my dick in her mouth, her body moving with ease, as if she was used to this dance. 

Amy and Michelle had followed me out, and just stood there looking over my shoulder. They both gasped at the whole scene, getting turned on by Donna's hunger. Amy decided to jump right in, moving around Donna to squat and sit on David's face while reaching out to molest Donna's beautiful breasts. Michelle, wasn't as enthusiastic, but Jerry grabbed her ankle and pulled her over to sit in his face. Timid Michelle was soon howling and bucking. The raw energy was filling the room like a sauna. Michelle's eyes were closed, but Amy was looking lustfully at Donna, while Donna looked hungrily at me, still stroking and sucking my cock like a champion. 

I was holding out longer than I thought possible, since I had just cum, and I was glad. Donna's blowjob was spectacular, and watching her move on the other boys just transfixed me. Michelle's howling turned to yipps as she climaxed again and again, making her lose balance, and she fell forward to lean against Donna. Donna, realizing that a comrade had fallen to sexual urges erupted with her own howls that were muffled by my dick, the vibrations making me lose my load into her mouth. The guys were flexing their stomachs as they injected into Donna, and the rocking made Amy orgasm. Within 15 seconds we had all reached climax and were exhausted, laying on each other, catching our breaths. We rested like this for a good ten minutes before anyone moved. 

It was late, so we decided to go to sleep, to be ready for tomorrow. Amy wanted some of David's dick, so she dragged him into the back. Jerry wanted more of Donna after having her pussy and ass, so they took the bench that converted to a bed. So I took timid Michelle to the loft that hung over the cab. 

Within seconds the RV was shaking again. Michelle and I smiled at each other, and I took her into my arms, feeling her warm soft skin. My dick was getting hard again at her touch, but I decided to take her slowly. I planted kisses on her neck and under her jaw. Her hands slowly came around to hold my back, her fingers tapping my spine lightly. I pulled her close to me slowly, her soft breasts and perky nipples pushing into my chest, my now hard dick pressing into her groin. 

Michelle sighed with lust, and I rolled on top of her, my dick finding her pussy wet and wanting. I slid in slowly while kissing her neck, my hands rubbing and massaging her should blades. Once all the way in, she gasped and closed her eyes, loving the feel of me inside her. I felt her pussy walls clamp down on me, and then release, and I started to move in and out slowly. She rocked her hips in rhythm with me, and we forgot about everything, the others fucking their brains out, the outside public partying. 

We were getting hot, and Michelle was groaning audibly. I pulled her legs up to get her feet on the ceiling, easily done in the loft. This opened her pussy up nicely and I started to ram into her harder. Her audible moans peaked each time I drove into her. Faster and faster, I pounded, my balls slapping her ass. She got louder with each thrust, and I wanted to drive deeper into her. Her flaming box was gripping my shaft, anchoring me in her. Her tits bounced in rhythm as my pace got faster and faster, resembling a jack hammer. 

At the peak, not knowing if we could continue, we finally came, together, hard, my jizz hitting Michelle's cervix, making her yip again. I pumped into her until I was too weak to hold myself up, and I collapsed onto her, her legs wrapping around me. 

Michelle whispered, "Oh my God..." and we dosed off.



Extreme Creme for Men



My doctor described several aspects of sexual ecstasy with the two major pleasure points being what most people refer to the "orgasm", the blissful feeling of intense pleasure and the second being "ejaculation", which seemingly must occur for the body to relax. There is a point where one triggers the other, but most men can agree that the "orgasm", in itself takes priority over most other natural bodily functions!

You may be wondering why a healthy guy in his early 40's would be asking a doctor about these things. It's a long and frightful story, but one that I believe I must share with the masses. For there is a new product on the market called "Extreme Crème" that is more powerful than any drug ever invented. Believe me when I beg of you to approach your congressman to have this product banned for eternity, or at least stop the sale of the product during ladies home demonstrations.

It was a Thursday evening and I was planning to do nothing but sit on the couch and watch my local hockey team come one game closer to elimination from playoff contention. Then I remembered that my wife Donna was having a gaggle of women over for some product demonstration. That quickly ruled out the HD set in the living room, so I was to be banished up to my office where I could be alone with my old 19" set. I never made it to my office and to this day, I don't know if the hockey team won that game, or the six others that have been played in the ensuing two weeks. You see, I've had nothing on my mind since that last Thursday evening than applying Extreme Crème to my cock and masturbating for hours!

When I got home that Thursday, Donna had arrived earlier and was setting the room up for gathering. I noticed that there was a long black curtain, a sheet actually, hanging from the stair banister. I didn't think twice about it, though, because I thought it was supposed to be some type of backdrop for the presenter. This was supposed to be one of those buying parties, where female creams, lotions and potions would be displayed, discussed, and sampled.

I took a shower and prepared to set-up the office for the game, when Donna came in and asked me if I would help her with something in the living room. We walked downstairs and she instructed me to lift the curtain to a higher banister rail. While my right arm was stretched to it's limit (waiting for her to secure the curtain), I suddenly felt one of our padded handcuffs being applied to my wrist. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late, I was attached to the banister rail! I began to protest, but Donna came down to me and started her sweet-talk routine.

"Come on honey, I need you to be behind this curtain for the demonstration. Believe me, you will like it. All of the girls from work will be here and you are going to be my bracelet holder."

"Your bracelet holder?"  It was all I could think of asking. "Yes", she replied. The presenter will hang bracelets on your hard on and all my friends are going to walk by and inspect them." By the way, I'm glad you shaved your cock and balls, tonight. The girls are going to love you!"

By now, she had secured my other arm to another rail and my feet were tied to the legs of a coffee table that had been placed in front of me (the display table, I guess).

"What if I can't get hard in front of everyone?"

"Don't worry about that. Remember the iced tea you drank when you came home? I laced it with our favorite herbal supplement. Once you get stimulated, you're going to be hard for hours! Remember last Friday?"

I did remember the previous Friday. I took a supplement designed to put a large smile on my face and I was hard for the entire evening. We fucked and I came three times! And I never lost my hard on…it never even became soft once! What a night it was, but I didn't think I could ever live through that again. Boy was I wrong.

Then Donna did two things that I still can't believe. First, she placed a hood over my head so I couldn't see any of the people in attendance and then she got behind me under the stairs, lubed my ass, and shoved a small egg shaped vibrator inside. I had purchased the vibrator as a gag. It had a remote on-off switch, and I wanted to have her wear it in public while I rocked her world with the variable speed settings.

"I hope the batteries still work on this", she said. "It will guarantee that you rise to the occasion right on cue."

I heard the doorbell. Donna quickly dropped the curtain in front of me and began to welcome her guests.

It happened so quickly! As soon as the group gathered in the living room, my ass came to life under the power of the small lithium battery powered egg. I couldn't help it as my cock began to rise, pushing the sheet out in front of it. I can only guess how obscene this looked to the prim and proper ladies on the other side. Within minutes, my cock was at full mast, standing proud as it assumed a 60 degree angle toward the ceiling. 

"Ladies," I heard the voice shout. We are here for one reason, tonight. I have a new product that will help you cure your men of their bad habits. This product will keep them away from the television, away from you when desired, and most importantly, away from their secretaries at work. We all know what little tramps and sluts they are and they want nothing more than to take your man's cock!"

"This is a cock", she continued by patting my pecker through the blanket. There were a smattering of cheers and giggles from around the room. "And this cock is going to demonstrate a product that will help you take control of your life, your marriage, and most importantly, your man."

As she finished, the blanket was lowered and I stood, bound, gagged, and blindfolded in front of a group of about 20 women. Now the cheers and jeers really started. My ass, pits, cock, balls, stomach and chest were completely shaved and I stood like a pussy slave in front of the crowd. My biggest fear; that my cock would soften from the embarrassment, did not materialize as the herbal remedy kept me hard as stone, despite the conditions.

"This is Extreme Crème ladies, now watch this demonstration." With this, I could feel her hand as it clinically rubbed a very cool substance all over my cock, taking care to coat the entire surface, including my balls.

She stepped away and I began to feel an outstanding sensation in my groin. I could feel the veins in my cock begin to bulge the way that they do when I wear a cock ring. Something else was also happening. I immediately began to sense that I was close to an orgasm, but that it was still a few strokes away (you guys know what I mean). My hips began to pump back and forth as I attempted in vain to fuck the air or to hit something that might help me go over the edge. 

At the peak of my frustration, I suddenly felt my right hand being freed from the banister, but it was held firmly in place.

"Ladies," the voice repeated. "The demonstration will now begin. This animal is ready to take his medicine." My hand was freed and without thinking, I immediately reached for my cock and I began stroking myself frantically, trying to achieve the orgasm that was poised over the next horizon. The women in the room were roaring, now, not having suspected to catch this good of a show. They were also gathered close to me and the temperature of the room began to increase rapidly. 

Almost as soon as I started stroking, I achieved the orgasm of a lifetime! I expected it to stop and for my cum to fly into the crowd, but neither happened. My cock achieved the peak of pleasure and stayed there. I continued stroking, hoping that the feeling would begin to subside, but it didn't. I stroked for five minutes, straining and barely standing, while the pleasure peak remained. This was better than any drug ever invented! My body was now dripping with sweat and every muscle was becoming rigid. My legs were getting cramps, but I didn't care.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from my cock.

"NO!" I shouted and fought valiantly to resume the pleasurable stroking.

"Watch this", the voice said. "If you stop for less than 30 seconds, you can resume without interruption of the pleasure cycle. If you wait longer, ejaculation will occur and the process will need to be restarted."

God, she sounded clinical, but I just wanted to grab my cock again. She let go of my arm and I re-grabbed my throbbing cock. As soon as I began stroking, the orgasm returned and I nearly passed out from the pleasure. It was getting hard to stand, and as I felt myself hanging from the stairs by my left arm, my hand was once again removed. Then, after a short delay, I felt myself ejaculate. Then it was over. I was still hard, but I didn't have the strength to touch myself again.

The women gathered close to me as I was laid on the black sheet covering the floor. I could feel the pool of cum against my back as I was laid to rest in it. But, it didn't seem to matter to me, I was still trying to recover from the pleasure. Oh, that was great.

"Now ladies," the voice said again, "You can see how wiped out he is. Watch what happens when I apply more cream. Several women around me grabbed my arms and legs to hold them in place while the woman applied more cream to my still rigid cock.

It took about 30 seconds, but then I sensed the orgasm approaching again, right over the horizon, if I could just touch it. 

"OK, let go of his hands." They did and both my hands shot directly toward my cock. As soon as I began rubbing, the pleasure returned. My orgasm was back!

She let me rub myself like an animal for another ten minutes while she explained product pricing, ordering instructions and the like. Then she said something that rang in my ears for a second (until I became all consumed in the rubbing). "This lotion does nothing for a woman. In fact, it is a perfect sexual lubricant. In this state, he could fuck all of the women in this room, repeatedly, without ejaculating and ending the cycle. That is, as long as the next woman jumps on within 20 seconds of so after the last woman jumps off. And just imagine, while he's in this extreme pleasure state, his cock is as hard as it will ever get. It will provide you with great pleasure. Donna, please come here, lift your skirt, and climb aboard."

My hands were pulled away and I began fucking the air, again. Then, I felt a familiar pussy push down over my cock. The pleasure picked up again and was incredible, although it was decidedly not as good as the pleasure that my own hands could provide. She rocked, rode, and fucked me until I heard and felt her cum hard on me. Then she jumped off and my hands were set free to play.

I knew that I was about to die from the pleasure, my entire body was rigid, it was hard to breathe, and I was hotter than I had ever been, but it wasn't enough to make myself stop stroking. I felt that I was going to pass out when my hands were grabbed and pulled away. Shortly, cum shot all over my stomach, chest, neck and face. I could taste it as my mouth was open, gasping for air when the shooting started. The ladies gasped and applauded. I'm sure many were rubbing their clits wishing that they could benefit from Extreme Crème.

Later that night, after a shower and a hearty meal, I found the hiding place for the lotion. I took it and hid it in my secret place. That was two weeks ago. I've not been back to work since. I spend my days laid out on the bed stroking my Extreme Crème covered cock. 

If this product makes the mass market, and I think it will, our economy is going to crash! Stop this before it runes the world.

Where did she hide the other tube? 



Extreme Crossdressing Experience



My wife is a perfectionist, and if she does something she does it properly.

We have a hobby that has turned into a lifestyle and we love it.

What follows is an account of a rather exciting Saturday in our lives.

We woke up at around 7am and as soon as my eyes were open, my wife Nat told me that we were going to have a lot of fun that day. She instructed me to go and shower and shave my entire body. Shaving was not too much of a chore, as I keep my body shaved anyway. I emerged from the bathroom and she was waiting for me, lying on the bed. She was stark naked, which was rather unusual for her as she loves lingerie and sexy underwear. Before I could say or do anything, she pushed me onto the bed and immediately took my penis into her mouth. It quickly hardened and she licked and sucked it for all it was worth. In less than a minute I ejaculated into her mouth. She quickly composed herself and went for a shower.

After she had showered she put on the tiniest g-string and nothing else and told me it was time to get ready. She creamed my entire body with one of her moisturisers. I smelled just like her and felt silky smooth.

Next she instructed me to dress in my two base garments. These were garments that I wore whenever we played our games and were basically compulsory before I got started. The first one was not actually a garment, but was a 15cm long butt plug with a flared end. I lubed it up and slowly inserted it into my arse. It took a while for my sphincter to dilate but once it did the plug slipped in easily enough and the flared end ensured that it would not come out nor slip in. I felt wonderful already.

The second item was my black boned underbust corset. I had been tightlacing for a while now and could get my waist down about 15cm from my size when I was not wearing a corset. The tightness of the corset around my waist was a real turn on. I pulled the laces as tight as I could and then handed over to Nat. She stood behind me and pulled even tighter, so that I took on an hourglass shape. She then tied the laces at the back and I was locked in.

The corset came with 8 suspender straps, 4 on each side. Nat opened an pack of ultra sheer 6 denier stockings and slowly rolled them onto my legs. I had to stand as the corset restricted my ability to sit. Once they were up she slowly and deliberately fastened all 8 suspender clasps and straightened my stockings. They felt amazing on my legs due to the extreme sheerness of the weave. By now I was rock hard and Nat advised that my erection was getting in the way of preparation. She took me in her mouth again and in a few minutes I had climaxed once again. I felt slightly awkward afterwards, as one does after having an orgasm and the fun is over. However I was not getting out of this. 

Next Nat opened a package which I found to contain a pair of shoulder length latex gloves. She slowly worked them all the way up my arms and onto my fingers, taking care to get rid of all of the air pockets that can get trapped in between the skin and the latex. Once they were on, she polished them to a shine with some latex spray.

I could see she was enjoying herself as much as me but we were far from ready. She disappeared to the kitchen and returned with some ice in a dish towel. She instructed me to lie on my back on the bed and pull my knees up towards my face. I did as told, whereafter she held the ice up against my testicles and they started retracting up into the cavity above. She slowly worked them into the cavity until they were no longer in my scrotum. My penis was now flaccid after orgasming twice. She tucked my penis upwards and then secured it in place just beneath the corset with some tough plastic tape and an old stocking of mine. It was going nowhere. 

She then pulled out an extraordinary item. It was a g-string type contraption, but instead of a pouch at the front it was fashioned from hard plastic into the shape of a labia. The g-string itself was very tight fitting and Nat pulled it into place and adjusted it so the labia sat where a labia should site. Over that she slipped on a pair of crotchless latex panties. The labia slipped through the opening but the tightness of the latex held the whole thing in place. 

The next item was a pair of House of Holland 50 Denier black satin tights. I had always wanted to try on satin tights due to their lovely smooth finish. She rolled them onto my legs, over the 6 denier stockings, being careful to ensure that the suspenders on the stockings all remained in place. 

Once they were smoothed over my legs she pulled the waistband up as high as it could go and tucked it into the bottom of my corset. She also folded the gusset of the tights in so that the camel toe of my labia was visible. 

It was now time to dress me on top. Over the corset she fitted a semi transparent long sleeved chiffon top. The sleeves were very transparent and the latex gloves were visible all the way up to my shoulders. The top was not very long and barely went down over my arse cheeks.

I was fitted with a blond shoulder length wig and a black headscarf, that was loosely wrapped over my head and around my neck. Red lipstick, eye liner, makeup and a pair of oversized dark glasses completed the look.

The only item that was missing was my footwear. Out of the cupboard Nat pulled the most exquisite paid of black patent leather boots I had ever seen. The heel was about 15cm and the boots had a small 2cm platform. They fitted my calves perfectly once zipped up. 

I was now ready and admired myself in the mirror. I noticed that the chiffon top was a bit shorter than I would have liked, but I knew Nat had done that on purpose. The satin tights were being worn as leggings. I prefer wearing tights to leggings as I like having my feet encased in the same material as the rest of my legs. The heels pushed my hips and my labia out and I felt rather naked from the waist down, despite being encased in two layers of hose. I asked Nat why she had made me wear stockings and suspenders under the tights. She explained that the lines and bumps from the suspender clasps were easily visible through the satin tights and she wanted whoever saw me later to see this detail and admire the details. I found that extremely sexy. Also, the stockings rubbing against the tights when I walked was an amazing sensation. So now I was ready but Nat was not. I could sit down if I was careful, so planted myself on the end of the bed and waited for her to get dressed.

She showered and seemed to take forever. When she came out could see why. She was also cleanly shaven everywhere. First she put on her overbust corset and I helped lace her into it. That was no easy task considering I was wearing latex gloves, but I finally got it right. She also had 8 suspenders attached to her corset and between the two of us we managed to roll a pair of ultra tight latex stockings onto Nat's legs. Latex stockings have to be the sexiest stockings ever invented. They encase the leg completely and extremely tightly. We fastened the suspender clasps to the stockings and ensured they were straight. 

Now for the most fun part. Nat lubed up a long string of anal beads, squatted and slowly inserted them one by one. Once that was done, the inserted a small vibrating egg into her vagina and gave me the remove control. She ensured that both toys would stay in place by pulling on a pair of very tight latex panties.

She then pulled on a tight black long sleeved fitted top and put on a long flowing black maxi skirt. She put on a pair of black boots identical to mine. Once she was dressed she took a look at me, a look at herself and proclaimed that we both looked damn good. We could feel the sexual tension between us and a part of me didn't want to touch her for fear of me getting out of control. I did try to compose myself though and gave her a long, sensuous kiss, halfway through which I cheekily switched on the remote control vibrating egg for a short while. Her legs buckled but she quickly composed herself.

We spent the day in the shops and markets in our home town. At first we just wandered around enjoying the warm spring sunshine, and the attention we were getting from people. We were both wearing extremely high heels and I was wearing a rather revealing outfit. We were holding hands and kissing each other quite often, as a couple in love does. 

After a while we entered a ladies clothing shop. Nat called the assistant over. The assistant, a lovely looking young lady who was most likely a university student, asked whether she could help. My wife confidently told her that she was looking for a black pencil skirt for her husband, indicating to me. The poor girl was slightly taken aback but composed herself quickly. She asked what length we were looking for and Nat forced me to take on the conversation. I stumbled at first but then said that I preferred knee length skirts. The assistant pulled out a tape measure to measure my leg and couldn't help notice the suspender lines on the inside of my tights. She admired that I certainly took a lot of care in dressing and she loved the fact that I was wearing suspenders. I could feel that I was blood red but I was extremely turned on at the same time.

We finally bought a skirt and moved on. Nat was hungry so we stopped for a bit to eat and I decided to get my own back. I waited until she was eating her meal and then I turned the vibrating egg on. The restaurant was quite full and noisy so the sound of the egg was not audible, however she soon became excited and started writhing and wriggling in her chair. She was obviously trying to hide the fact that she was having an orgasm but that was no easy task. Just as I thought she was climaxing I turned the egg off. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or angry at me for stopping her fun. I continued to play with the controls all afternoon until eventually she had to stop walking and held herself against a park bench where she had a shuddering by silent orgasm.

The rest of the day was most enjoyable although my heels did start to hurt me towards late afternoon and I did need a pee but couldn't have one due to my penis being trussed up. We got home in early evening and Nat helped me get my tights down enough for me to remove the tape and have a pee. However once that was done she strapped me up again and we retired to the living room to talk about the day. She said it was finally time to reward me for being such a good girl. I had been extremely turned on all day but had tried to block the thoughts out of my mind due to my circumstances. However I now let my mind take over and contemplated by situation. I had been dressed up in extremely sexy clothing all day with a butt plug up my arse. I had worn my favourite items of clothing, namely stockings, heels and a corset and had watched my wife orgasm in public. 

It was too much to bear and I could feel my erection coming. Nat sensed it too. She put me over the living room chair and pulled my tights and latex panties down to my knees. I really thought my chance was coming and she instructed me to wait where I was. She returned a minute later and cuffed my hands behind my back. I saw she had put on the largest strap on I had ever seen. She lubed it up and then slowly pulled the plug out of my arse and inserted her strap on. She started pumping me for all she was worth and found the remote for the vibrating egg. She fucked me harder and harder in the arse until she had another climax from the vibrating egg. As she climaxed she pulled the anal beads out of her arse which sent her into a wild frenzy. Eventually she collapsed and she left me there, unsatisfied and very horny...



Extreme Enema Expulsion



Margaret and Denise had met online, on a site designed for lesbians interested in more "unusual" sorts of sex play, and fetishes. They quickly learned they both had something of a penchant for anal pleasures and were intrigued by the games some like to call "toilet" play, and enjoyed medical play and settings as well. Now they were meeting face to face for the first time, talking frankly about their experiences and their desires. 

"I have to admit I have a rather special fondness for administering enemas to pretty young women," Denise confessed to the somewhat older Margaret.

"Really!?" Margaret said, her eyes lighting up, very intrigued.

"Yes, I especially enjoy giving those I like to call forced retention enemas."

"Tell me more, tell me everything!" Margaret said beseechingly, almost breathless. "Just what sorts of enemas are those?"

"Those are big enemas where the girl's bowels, her rectum is filled with much more liquid than she thinks she can possibly hold. But she's forced to take however much I decide to give her, enduring all the exquisite torment, feeling increasing desperation, hopefully expecting release after the bag is finally emptied of its contents."

"Something tells me relief does not come as quickly as she expects or wishes," Margaret said, a wicked smile curling up her lips.

"That's a very good guess, Margaret," Denise said, knowing she had a real soulmate sitting across from her, someone who could appreciate the nature of such extreme and, what some would call, depraved play.

"Finally the bag is empty, she's utterly bloated, looking like she just swallowed a beach ball. As I start to remove the nozzle from her anus, she expectantly waits for much needed relief, a desperate need to finally evacuate her distended bowels."

"I can't wait! What happens next, Denise?"

"Well, the poor dear is disappointed. Instead of the relief she craves and expects, I now insert a very large buttplug into her asshole, forcing her to continue retaining her enema."

"How deliciously, delightfully wicked!"

"Now that she is plugged she's overwhelmed with the chilling realization that she cannot evacuate, cannot expel, cannot shit."

"So very cruel of you," Margaret chuckled, tossing her hair as she listened to every word.

"The look on her face, her demeanor at this point is absolutely priceless. She's like a helpless child, begging and pleading for relief, showing desperation the way a child does. She starts clutching her tummy and grimacing as the cramps race through her shockingly full bowels, squirming helplessly. Then she breaks out into a sweat, crying out for relief, begging and pleading, pleading and begging."

"Amazing!" Margaret said, entranced. "You really do that to the poor dears?"

"Yes I do. Of course, along with all the agony she's been feeling terribly embarrassed and humiliated, helpless, naked. There she is, writhing and squirming and sweating, clutching her tummy and cramping, pleading with such total desperation. But as what she is forced to endure becomes even more shockingly intense, the humiliation of it all recedes to the background, insignificant compared to the agony of her extreme condition."

"How very interesting....!"

"But soon everything changes again," Denise continued, "Finally I tell her I'm about to remove the plug and she will get the relief she so longingly needs and craves. I lead her to the toilet and she plants her ass down. Relief is only moments away, but there I am, standing over her, watching. Now humiliation and embarrassment take over again as her face reddens. Evacuating her bowels has always been a private act, but not now. So as desperation evaporates, humiliation heightens again as she sits there, or, as I sometimes like to do, make her squat over a bucket, knowing that the grotesque spectacle of the emptying of her shockingly distended bowels will not only be witnessed but mocked. 

"I can't believe you're telling me all this. It's so fucking twisted, and such a total turn on," Margaret had to confess.

"Oh yeah, it is. So there we are – much more than mere shitting, the expulsion of a massive enema is incredibly vivid, the loud rush of water bursting out of the spigot of her shithole sounding like a river rapids or waterfall. She feels so exposed. And then the sudden explosion as big turds rocket out of her rectum like torpedoes and splash into the bowl or bucket, each one vivid, each one bringing yet another blush. She tries to cover her face as she sits there, but I slap her hands away, forcing her to remain exposed, looking up at me as she loudly empties her rectum of its liquid and solid wastes."

"Oh my God," Margaret now gasped, "that all sounds so absolutely amazing, Denise."

"It is, it truly is," Denise said, taking a sip of coffee, then leaning closer to address her new confidante. "Listen, Margaret, there's this girl I met, Tina. Young, still in college, maybe twenty or so. A pretty little thing, petite, slender. She seems reserved and shy but underneath it she's got all these depraved lusts. She's been begging me to use her, to do anything I want to her, especially if it means humiliating her. When I mentioned enemas to her, her eyes almost popped out. So how about I invite her over sometime, and you join me? We'll put her through the wringer, just the way I described."

"Mmmmmh, sounds like a plan, Denise," Margaret said, her heart beating excitedly, her brain buzzing with anticipation.

On the appointed day, Denise had Margaret arrive first, and surprised her by presenting Margaret with a starched, perfectly fitted nurse's uniform.

"How did you know it would fit so perfectly? Margaret asked.

"I'm good at these things. I just carefully looked over your body and made the right guess," she said as the two shared a rather long meaningful look, Margaret now watching closely as Denise stripped down only to her panties – her modest breasts did not require a bra – and put on her uniform. There they were now, two nurses! Then as an afterthought, Denise reached down under her uniform and pulled down her panties, throwing them off, Margaret following her lead. There would be no need for panties

"This girl, Tina, has something of a medical fetish," Denise explained to Margaret.

"She's not the only one, "Margaret chuckled, very happy indeed to be suited up like this.

"I know, I really like being 'Nurse Denise' when I administer enemas to 'young ladies,' Denise added. 

They entertained themselves, Denise showing Margaret all her enema equipment until the girl arrived a half hour later. Denise let Tina in and the girl immediately looked surprised to see another woman there, besides Denise. 

"Uh–- I didn't know there would be–- uh– somebody else here,"she stammered.

"Yes, I decided to invite my friend Margaret to join us, I'm sure you won't mind," Denise said blithely as Tina began to look already apprehensive. Was it because of what she knew was in store for her? Or was it the unexpected guest? Was it both?

"Let's begin, shall we?" Denise said, clapping her hands sharply, "take off all your clothes, Tina."

Suddenly blushing, clearly unsteady and a little nervous, Tina began to strip off her clothes. Margaret carefully eyed the 20 year old student. She was indeed petite, no more than 5'3" and quite slender, her body almost girlish in fact, but with surprisingly large breasts for someone so small. As she pulled down her white cotton bikini panties her eyes met Margaret's and she turned away, shy, uncomfortable.

"Let's see those panties," Denise said to her, as Tina handed them over. 

"Take a look at this, Margaret said, Turning the panties inside out, showing Margaret the slightly stained crotch and the faint brown streak along the crease of the seat of the panties.

"These are quite dirty, Tina," Denise said, "you said you were a biology major. Don't they teach you how to properly wipe your pussy after you pee and wipe your ass after you shit over there?"

Tina let out a painful sigh, blushing even more deeply, distressed.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry," she whispered meekly, almost inaudibly. "I should've been more careful, more thorough."

"Well, you are here for a big enema aren't you, Tina, so when we're done with you'll be nice and clean, believe me," Denise said as she and Margaret chuckled, Tina turning an even deeper shade of red, standing there, naked, feeling even more exposed after the comments about her soiled panties and the enema she was about to receive.

"Bend over!" Denise ordered, stepping behind the college sophomore, giving her taut, smooth bare ass a hard smack, "plant you feet wide apart, and hands on your knees."

Tina assumed the position, doing what she was told as Margaret looked on approvingly.

"Let's see just how badly she needs that enema," Denise said, handing Margaret a rubber glove and slipping one on herself, "you avoided shitting today, as I told you to do, correct?"

"Yes, Nurse," Tina whispered in a shaky voice, "I haven't ta-taken a sh– shit since yesterday. Just like you told me."

"Very good," Denise said, coating a gloved middle finger with lubricant, working the finger into the crack between Tina's cheeks and into her asshole.

"Mmmmmh, yes, this ass is full. This rectum feels packed," Tina said, twisting the gloved finger around in Tina's anal passage and working it into the lower part of her rectum, then slowly pulling the finger out of her bottom, Tina blushing, wincing, biting her lower lip. 

"Take a look at this, Margaret," Denise said, showing her the finger, topped with a little brown clump of Tina's shit, "get a finger in there and see for yourself."

"Oh my!" Margaret said rather excitedly, stepping behind Tina and working a gloved finger deep inside her, probing, feeling the clay-like density of packed shit inside there, then pulling the finger out, her finger also topped with a little shit.

"Look at this," Denise said, waving the dirty, shitty finger in front of Tina's face, Margaret waving her finger as well.

"Oh my God!" Tina gasped, her face reddening even more, a look of excruciatingly felt shame on her face as the two older women teased her, forcing her to gaze at her own shit topping their fingertips.

"Yes, you definitely need an enema, a big one," Denise announced, as she pulled the soiled glove off her hand and tossed it aside to join Tina's soiled panties, Margaret doing the same, "let's prepare one for Tina, shall we, Margaret?"

"Yes, definitely," Margaret said as Denise now reached for the large soft rubber bag she had already picked out. This bag had a capacity of a full gallon, which would make for an extraordinarily copious enema, but that is exactly what Denise intended to administer to Tina. Dangling form the bag was a hose, and at the end of the hose a rather large and menacing hard black nozzle. She showed the apparatus to Tina, Margaret looking on. Tina's eyes went wide when she saw the bag, stunned by its capacity, and stunned by the size of the nozzle.

"I think I'll be giving you a full gallon, today," Denise said smugly.

"B– b– but that's huge! That's too much!" Tina gasped, her tone a mix of dread and anticipation.

"Please shut the fuck up! You're simply to do what you're told, not to argue or complain!" Denise warned, smacking her bare ass a few times to help get the message across. Then smacking her full, swinging breasts.

Margaret now watched as Denise squeezed a few big squirts of liquid soap from a plastic bottle into the empty bag. Margaret knew enough about enemas to know that, apart from the useful cleansing and flushing action, adding liquid soap had an irritating effect, making the bowels seem even fuller and the need to expel even more intense as not only liquid, but suds bloated the bowels. Plus, in Tina's case, her rectum was already quite packed with fecal matter so, Margaret knew, this would be quite a test of endurance for the young, pretty college student.

Now Denise had both Margaret and Tina watch as, using a pitcher, she filled the enema bag quart by quart until it was bulging and filled to its one gallon capacity. The swollen, heavy bag, now filled with four very warm quarts of sudsy water looked more menacing than healing, and Tina knew it, the look in her eyes somewhere between immense intrigue and an almost palpable horror.

"Oh my God!" Tina gasped, "I can't possibly take all that."

"Oh yes you can, my dear," Margaret purred wickedly, "you can and you will."

Denise looked over at her guest, thrilled to hear those words coming from her, the words of a fellow conspirator. Then she rolled a stainless steel stand in place and lifted the heavy bag, hanging it high from a hook. The three of them looked up at the full, bulging bag, looming high above them, the clamped hose with nozzle at end dangling like a dangerous snake.

"Will you lubricate this, Margaret? Then hold our patient's cute little ass wide open for me?" Denise said as she held up the nozzle and Margaret covered it with a layer of lube, then spread apart Tina's cheeks, revealing the puckered hole, a tad brown from the earlier dirty fingering. Now Denise slid the nozzle into Tina's rectum as the girl sighed, closing her eyes in keen anticipation. Then Denise unclamped the hose and the enema immediately began to rush into Tina's bowels.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Tina moaned as she felt that first rush of warm water gushing into her bowels. That always felt good, Denise knew, especially for someone with anal proclivities, like Tina. It was only later that the pleasurable, sensual feeling of warm water soothingly entering a rectum turns into something else, turns into a tormenting ordeal. And Denise knew, that with Tina's rectum already as packed with shit as it was, and little room in there for anything else, that moment would come sooner rather than later. 

The look on Tina's face was one of delicious, keen anticipation, a look Denise knew would not last very long. Denise slid a hand between Tina's legs to feel her pussy was very moist and aroused. Margaret noticed and stepped in to have a feel herself.

"Now that is one very wet vulva," Margaret said, the two women chuckling as Tina blushed yet again, feeling a little shame that an enema was arousing her as much as it was.

Soon Tina began to breathe deeper and harder as she grimaced, biting her lower lip.

"Oh God, I'm starting to feel really full," Tina said, looking at Denise with beseeching eyes as Denise looked up to see to see that, at most, a single quart of the four in the enema bag had drained from the bag into Tina's bowels. 

"Sweetheart, you don't yet know the meaning of the word full!" Denise hissed menacingly, slapping the girl's ass, reaching around to slap her tits, then harshly pinch her nipples, Tina wincing. Margaret watched, loving all this, her pussy moistening as she witnessed this unfolding spectacle, noticing Denise's short nurse's uniform rise so the bottoms of her buttocks became visible. Denise, like Margaret, wasn't wearing any panties beneath the uniform. 

"Oh, ohhhhh!" Tina sighed as Denise spanked her a few more times and the enema just came rushing in relentlessly. Tina was breathing very heavily now, starting to squirm, panting.

"Oh please, please! Could you stop it for just a minute, clamp the hose shut for just a few moments so I can get used to it" Tina begged with a plaintive look in her eyes.

Denise had earlier decided she would give Tina one reprieve in this ordeal, but only one, until the final expulsion. So now she clamped the hose as Tina closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, relieved for the moment, trying to accustom herself to the increasing pressure she was feeling down below. 

"That's long enough, don't you think, Margaret?" Denise said, unclamping the hose again and letting the enema flow once more.

"Oh yes, definitely long enough," Margaret smirked, "I think the poor little dear needs to show us how she can take the full gallon."

Again, no longer able to quietly bend over with hands on her knees, squirming now, Tina clutched her tummy with both hands.

"Cramping?" Denise asked with a knowing, wicked smile.

"Uh huh," Tina whispered, her face locked in a grimace of endurance as the first of the serious cramps began to race through her bowels. The bag, as Denise and Margaret could see, was about half full now, two sudsy quarts having flowed inside Tina's aching bowels, joining all the brown wastes already packed inside there.

Denise and Margaret just watched, Margaret keenly shifting her eyes from Tina's enema speared bottom, to Denise's sleek thighs and fleeting, provocative glimpses of her bare cheeks.

"Oh my God!" Tina cried out as a monstrous cramp overwhelmed her, the two 'nurses' just looking on excitedly at the quickly escalating ordeal Tina was enduring.

"I can't take any more, I just cant!!!" Tina cried in a quavering voice, reaching back, trying to pull the nozzle out of her anus. But Denise quickly grabbed hold of her wrist, preventing that.

"You're a very, very bad girl!" Denise warned smacking Tina's cheeks hard a half dozen times, then slapping her breasts and pinching her nipples, "trying to pull the nozzle out of your ass. Margaret? Go into that top drawer there and bring me those handcuffs."

Margaret, delighted, brought the cuffs over as Denise, petite but powerful, forced Tina's arms in front of her, pressing the wrists together, then taking the cuffs from Margaret and cuffing Tina's two hands together, in front of her, so she couldn't try to reach back again to remove the nozzle.

"We'll have no more of that!" Denise said sharply, "you will take every single drop of that enema, you little bitch. Do you fucking understand what I'm saying!?"

There was a look of frank terror in Tina's eyes now as she meekly nodded that she did understand. She looked so utterly helpless and pathetic now, her hands cuffed together, forced to take the enema despite the cramps, despite the intensifying pain and pressure within her bowels. The helplessness, the shame of it all made her blush fiercely again as she looked at her tormentor. 

Her moaning was endless now, the sheer embarrassment and humiliation of this ordeal now fading to the background as Tina had to contend with the nearly unendurable sensations, the bag now much more empty than full, her bowels continuing to fill and bloat. Squirming, her body twisted as she desperately clutched her aching tummy, starting to sweat, the pressure building, mounting every moment.

"Please! please! Please... please.... please!!! she wailed but the other two ignored her pleas, and just watched and enjoyed the dramatic spectacle.

Finally Denise could see that the bag was empty. Tina saw it too and there was fleeting hopeful look in her eyes, hope that this ordeal might finally be coming to and end. But a cold wave of stark terror quickly overcame her as she saw Denise pick up a huge buttplug and cover it with a layer of lube.

"No, no, noooooooooooooo!" Tina cried, "please let me go!"

"Go? Go and do what?" Denise asked, a mocking tone in her voice.

"Empty myself, expel it..... go and sh-sh– shit it out!"  Tina said, blushing as she had to mouth these words, mouth this plea.

"Sorry," Denise said, quickly pulling out the nozzle and forcing in the big plug in its place. She did it so quickly and smoothly that, at most, a few drops leaked out of Tina's ass. A few drops out of the gallon inside there!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh!" Tina cried, loudly enough to wake the dead, as the massive plug was forced inside her.

"Now that poor little shithole of yours is plugged, bitch. Now the fun begins," Denise hissed in Tina's ear, Margaret chuckling, delighted. Denise had promised to show her what a 'forced retention enema' was all about, and now she was doing just that.




Extreme Enema Expulsion



"Oh no! Oh no! Oh my god!!!!!!"  Tina wailed, her desperation greater than ever now, no longer able to stand, crumbling to the floor, clutching her frankly round and swollen tummy with her handcuffed hands, groaning, shrieking.

"I can't stand it anymore, I can't! I cant!" She wailed beseechingly looking up the two women with a tortured gaze. "Please, please, PLEASE!!!"

But all Denise and Margaret did was stare down amusingly, thoroughly enjoying the escalating spectacle of utter desperation that Tina presented, writhing on the floor now like a trapped animal, naked and twisted.

"Tell us again what you need to do?" Denise said, more mockery in her voice.

"Oh god, I need to shit, I need to shit SO bad, I need to SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!: Please, oh please, let me shit, PLEASE!!!!"

She was beyond shame and humiliation now, in a world of utter desperation, this slender, pretty 20 year old, with a tummy that now made her look pregnant, begging to be allowed to empty her shockingly bloated bowels. She'd been sweating for a while, but now she broke out in a profound sweat, so soaked that you could smell her sweaty body. And if that wasn't enough, she suddenly and uncontrollably began to piss, a stream of piss streaming down her thighs, forming a puddle, the scent of her sweat now mixed with the scent of her urine.

"OH NO!" she cried out in horror, aghast at the new humiliation, her face contorted in desperate anguish, turning an even deeper red from the endless embarrassment of her ordeal. Here she was, an ordinarily well-groomed, rather demure, unusually pretty college sophomore, writhing naked and howling in agony in a pool of her own piss, her tummy obscenely swollen by the massive enema which had been injected into her bowels and then prevented from being expelled.

"I guess her bladder had to make room, huh Margaret? Damn, this bitch is really beginning to reek," Denise said, smiling, making in the pungent aroma of Tina's pouring sweat mixing with her piss. "Maybe we should hose her down."

"No, I rather like the scent," Margaret said, revealing herself as the toilet devotee she was. "And by the way, Denise, watching all this has made me want to shit."

"Be my guest," Denise said, pointing to the open bathroom door, the toilet plainly in sight only a few feet away. So Margaret seated herself on the toilet, pulled up her uniform and began to shit, Denise turning to look, Tina still howling and squirming like an eel on a hook.

"Take a look," Denise said, reaching down to turn Tina's head so she was facing Margaret seated on the toilet.

"Mmmmmmmmmh, feels so, so good," Margaret said, dropping turd after turd into the bowl, relaxed and content, shitting away freely as a desperate Tina looked on enviously, despairing. To her it was like someone in the desert suffering from extreme of thirst, watching another, just a few feet away, sipping from big glass of cool water. Denise, of course, was quick to notice the irony.

"Look at her, Tina, look at Margaret shitting," Denise said, turning to Margaret now, "Hey Margaret? Does it feel good to shit?"

"Mmmmmmmh, yes, it feels great," Margaret purred like a contented cat, "there's nothing like a good shit."

"Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck!"" Tina cried out, "I need to do that, I need to shit!" Let..... me.... SHIT!!!!"

"I think I'll shit too," Denise said, as Margaret casually wiped her ass, then got up off the toilet, Denise taking her place.

Denise, seated now, hitched up her uniform and spread her legs, flashing pussy at the other two. Then she began to shit. Like Margaret, it aroused her to shit right in front of other women. Except when she was finished, she didn't bother to wipe herself clean. No, Denise had something else in mind. She walked up to Tina, looking down at the pathetic, bloated victim. Then she reached down and pressed hard on her taut, swollen tummy.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!" Tina shrieked as she endured this unbearable new torment, the hand pressing down on her tautly swollen, balloon-like, enema-filled tummy.

"I'll unplug you and let you shit, but first you have to wipe my ass clean. As you saw I just took a shit and my little shithole is dirty and still unwiped. I want you to use your tongue to wipe it clean and then I may just let you relieve yourself."

"Please don't make me do that, please! Don't humiliate me any more than you've already done, please!" Tina begged, raw despair in her voice.

"Have it your way," Denise said, starting to turn away.

"Okay, okay," Tina cried out breathlessly, "I'll do anything, I'll lick your ass clean. I'll lick your shit, miss."

Denise winked at a smiling Barbara as Denise squatted over Tina's face and lowered herself, feeling the student's tongue dig into her humid, unwiped crevice.

"What a nice way to get your ass wiped; I had to use toilet paper," Margaret said approvingly and with mock envy, watching Tina squirm and clutch her tummy with cuffed hands as she lapped away at Denise's dirty hole.

"Is it clean?" Denise asked Margaret after a while, reaching back to hold her cheeks open as Margaret bent down to have a look.

"There's still a little smudge of brown I can see," Margaret said, closely eyeing Denise's still dirty puckered anus.

"Keep licking!" Denise ordered, as Tina lapped away, her groans muffled.

"Clean now?" Denise asked again.

"Yes, it's clean."

Now Denise stood and went to the corner to retrieve a large white, translucent bucket.

"You may now shit," Denise said, helping Tina up. The poor thing almost doubled over, unable to stand from all the strain. But this time Denise was more gentle with her, helping her squat over the bucket. And then she reached down and ripped the plug out of Tina's ass.

Immediately the enema began to roar out of Tina's bowels, to rush out with such force that some splattered over Denise, who moved out of the way.

Now that Tina had found relief, sudden relief, she instantly again became fully aware of where she was and what she was doing, squatting naked over a bucket, drenched in sweat and in her own piss, emptying her outrageously copious and messy enema and all that came with it, into the bucket below. This recognition once again brought on a feeling of excruciating (and yet exquisite) humiliation, as her face blushed again, a crimson color. The hue deepened with each loud and vivid eruption from her rectum.

Denise and Margaret stood behind her and watched the expulsion of the enema, and the shitting, as gushes of the enema mixed with fat brown turds shot out of her, the young woman finally and blissfully able to empty her bowels.

"Look at her go," Denise said

"Oh my, yes, just look at her shit away,"

"Oh god, this is so embarrassing!" Tina groaned, but the embarrassment was mixed with exquisite relief. To her, the expulsion of the massive enema, the emptying of her bowels, felt like one long, drawn-out orgasm.

There was so much inside her, it looked like she might never stop expelling and shitting. And so now, as they both watched, Denise quietly slipped behind Margaret and reached down to slide her two hands under Margaret's uniform, surprising Margaret who turned for a moment to gaze at Denise with stunned, but happy eyes.

"Just keep watching," Denise softly whispered into Margaret's ear as she quickly wet the middle finger of her left hand in her mouth, then brought it down again and worked that finger into Margaret's ass. Meanwhile, she reached around with her other hand and found Margaret's very wet pussy waiting for her, expertly bring her fingertip to Margaret's engorged clit.

"Just keep looking, look at that cute little thing shitting away happily," Denise whispered again as she fingered Margaret's asshole and strummed her clit. 

Margaret indeed looked, looked hard as she felt Denise's deft fingers skillfully tending to her, front and rear. 

"Hmmmmmmmh," Denise whispered now, "I feel something up in there, something solid. I think after young Tina finishes shitting out her enema and cleans herself up and leaves, I'll have to give you a nice, big enema, Margaret. You feel like you may need one." 

And just as Margaret heard those words whispered in her ear, a massive brown turd ripped out of Tina's shithole and splashed down into the bucket, a bucket nearly filled with muddy brown enema water, and swimming in turds. Now, with one more flicker of her finger, Denise brought Margaret to an astounding, earth-shaking orgasm, Margaret's anus quivering around Denise's probing finger as she climaxed, climaxed to the vision of the pretty, naked college student squatting and shitting her guts out, climaxed to the sound of Tina sighing in blissful relief as the enema continued to loudly cascade out of her cute little ass, climaxed to the thought that her own shithole would be next to receive Denise's expert enema treatment.



Extreme Fantasies Fullfilled



I met these two women and three men at a bar down the street from my hotel. They were a lot of fun and before I knew it, we went over to one of their houses to party. I grabbed a beer as the men went through a doorway and down some stairs. The two women came over and we talk for a few minutes when they suggested we head downstairs and join the others. 

As I entered the room, I noticed that candles were placed throughout and across the room was red light that put out an erotic glow. I looked around and noticed that this was not a typical basement – it was unlike anything I'd seen (in person) before.

There were two tables on one side with leather straps, one table was about a quarter the size of the other and was angled about 45 degrees. In front of the tables were a couch and a chair. Near the red light was a large wooden stand with what looked like a sex swing with stirrups. To the right was a large wooden X with leather restraints for the feet and hands. 

I started to feel a little uncomfortable when one of the women came up and asked me what I thought of the room. I told her that it wasn't what I expected and that I felt a little uneasy and thought that I should be going. She said to relax and to enjoy myself – it's a fun place to be. The other woman smiled at me, came over and then led me to angled table where two of them men were standing. All of the sudden the men grabbed and forced me over the table and held me down. The women tied my hands and ankles to where I couldn't resist. The men walked away while the women reassured me that everything was going to be okay. They said I should relax and just enjoy myself.

One of the women grabbed a knife and the other a pair of scissors and cut my clothes off. Once I was completely naked, they started touching and fondling me. Even the men! It was arousing, but I was nervous about what was happening. One of the girls kissed me and said that I must be enjoying this since my dick was hard. They all laughed!

She was right, this was a bit unnerving, but extremely exciting. I didn't know what to expect – but the feeling of not being in control was intoxicating. Yet, I asked them to let me go and begged for them to stop. They ignored me...

One of the women stayed by my side and rubbed my back, ass, and whispered in my ear to relax. She kissed me on the cheek as one of the men brought over a shot of tequila and she told me to drink it. She kissed me again when one of the men said to get ready and then the other woman walked in.

She was dressed in a red corset, red thigh-high boots, and wearing a good-sized strap on. Damn...she was hot! She has perfect breasts, a great body and seeing her with the strap on did excite me. She walked over and asked if I had ever sucked a cock before. I told her "NO!" and she said that after tonight – I would never be able to say that again and then walked behind me and smacked my ass. She said that it would be their little secret and that no one would ever find out. 

She reached down and started playing with my balls and stroking my dick. She looked at the others and said that I was ready and they stood up from the couch and got undressed. Two of the men had good-sized cocks that were half-erect, while the other one has one that was thick and about 10 inches long. He was so long and thick that it probably had scared quite a few women away.

The other woman had undressed and stood in front of me smiling. She was curvy with nice breasts and nice erect nipples that were pierced. She pulled up a reclining seat, sat down, leaned back and wasted no time in spreading 
her legs and pushing her pussy to my face. I dove right in and started licking the outside of her pussy. After a few minutes, I spread her lips with my tongue and she moaned. I licked her juices, ran my tongue across her clit, and then sucked on it. She started to moan and grabbed my head when I felt pressure at my asshole. All of the sudden something slid in and I yelled. Unnggghhhh. My asshole stretched as she forced the cock further in my ass – it hurt – but after a few minutes the pain turned to pleasure. She grabbed my hips and started to fuck me slowly. The girl in front of me turned over and positioned herself doggy style and I started licking from her clit to her asshole and the louder she moaned the faster my ass was fucked. After a few minutes, she came and pulled away without saying a word. The girl behind me made a few more slow and deep strokes as she reached around and played with my dick. I never felt so used or this exposed before - yet I wanted more.

It wasn't long before one of the men walked up and stuck his half-erect cock in my face. I turned away, but he pushed his meat to my mouth and I could smell his musk – it excited me. He looked about the same size as me (7 inches), but was thicker. He rubbed the head of his cock across my lips and I opened my mouth and sucked on it. I rubbed my tongue across his slit and could taste his precum. The fluid was a little thick and tasted a little salty. He forced almost all of his cock in my mouth and then didn't move. It felt soft - yet firm and very smooth. I got even more excited as I felt its warmth as it grew in my mouth. 

I've always fantasized about this, but now I am actually sucking on a warm, thick and meaty cock. I wasn't sure if I could handle him cumming in my mouth, but imagined it and the thought of my tasting another man's cum felt wrong - but I knew I wanted it to happen. I closed my eyes and rested my chest on the table as I let this man fuck my mouth. The feel of his veins and the thickness of his cock sliding across my lips was more than I ever fantasized about. I sucked on him, used my tongue to taste him and just let him fuck me in the mouth.... 

All of the sudden, I felt something press against my ass. It felt huge - unngnhhh - it stretched me as it filled me - unnngnnhhh - (damn it's big) He slowly pushed it in --- OMG! Unnnngghhhh!! I felt so stretched, so full as he went all the way in. He pulled my ass cheeks apart as he fucked me. I had never been dominated before and they had complete control of me. I thought about him seeing me with a dick in my mouth, my asshole stretched, and his massive meat sliding in and out of my ass humiliated me. But I wanted this!

The more he fucked me the wetter I seemed to get - as wet as the wettest pussy I had ever fucked. I felt his balls slap against mine and I couldn't help visualize what it must have looked like to the others. Is this what women feel like when they're getting fucked? I used to want to be in control - but now I wanted to be used – I wanted to be the one controlled. 

I was tasting my first cock as my ass was being fucked by one of the biggest cocks I could have ever imagined and I didn't want it to stop! The man in front of me moaned when I felt his dick start to throb. He pulled out, shot a stream of cum across my lips, and then stuck it back in my mouth. He pumped warm spurts of cum into my mouth and I wanted to swallow all of it. I moaned, as I tasted his cum and felt the warmth of his meat in my mouth. 

As I sucked him, I thought about the feeling in my ass. I visualized how my asshole must look like being stretched by this man. I thought about how extremely wet I was and how it felt when he slid in and out. ooohhhh... It felt like he was parting my insides when he filled me and they closed up when he withdrew. oohhhhhh... Don't Stop! 

The man fucking my ass never missed a stroke and kept sliding his meat in and out, while the man in front of me grabbed my head and stuck his half-erect dick back in my mouth and started to slow fuck my face again. I sucked trying to get as much cum from him I could. 

Someone grab my balls and took my dick in their mouth and then my body tensed up – my insides and asshole spasmed - and the cum from my balls exploded with intensity. I gasped as my body shook with an uncontrollable and intense pleasurable feeling. I felt like I was going to pass out when the man behind me grabbed my hips and pushed his dick all the way in. I gasped and released the dick in my mouth. He grabbed my shoulders
as he pushed and grinded his body against my ass. I didn't know how much more I could take when he stopped moving and moaned loudly and I felt hot spurts of cum shoot deep inside me. He cock throbbed for a few moments and I could feel him getting smaller. I squeezed my asshole tight as he slowly slid his monster cock from my ass.... 

I leaned on the table and thought about having the taste of cum in my mouth while my gaping asshole was exposed for everyone to see. This was humiliating, but I also felt extremely satisfied. I have never felt this free.

I could tell it wasn't over when I looked over and they were staring at me with smiles on their faces.



Extreme Investigation



The air was becoming extremely stale and the heat nearly unbearable in the back of the Ford Expedition. The only saving grace was that the van was in a parking garage and out of the direct July sun. 

Jake sat in front of an array of sophisticated surveillance and computer equipment built into neat folding desks in the back of the expensive SUV. Despite the heat, his attention never wavered from the video monitors and the headset providing constant audio from his target.

The target, a tall, beautiful and voluptuous brunette in her mid forties had entered the apartment building a little more than two hours ago. So far, even though Jake could tell that the woman was having sex with the man in the apartment from the sounds he was hearing, he had yet to have an opportunity to capture the crucial video or photographic evidence he needed to make the case for his client.

Jake's client, a high powered attorney to key political figures in Washington D.C. had sought out Jake's services as one of the most effective private investigators in the country. The attorney had deep pockets and was more than willing to part with several thousands of dollars for Jake's fees than he was willing to share his financial assets with his cheating wife.

The target had been to this apartment on several other occasions, so Jake knew where she went, who the paramour was and what he needed to do to catch them. Jake also understood that in this particular case, it was more important to get "the goods" on the paramour (in layman terms, the other man) than it was to get court approved evidence on the attorney's wife. That is because the other man involved in the adulterous relationship was none other than Senator Rubin Scott. 

Once Jake had learned the identity of the other man, he had sat down with his client and discussed a strategy. The client had originally planned on obtaining substantial "legal" evidence to prove adultery in court and to give the client a distinct advantage in keeping his assets intact, including the three million dollar home overlooking the Potomac River. 

However, once the other man was identified, it offered a windfall of potential. Senator Scott not only had his political career to consider, but was also married. His wife, the lovely Jessica Scott was a high profile figure in her own right and was as much at home in the power circles as her elected husband. It was apparent that if Jake was able to get video and photographic evidence on the good Senator, then enough pressure could be applied to make the client's problems go away. 

The Senator, they figured, would be more than willing to reach deep into his own pockets and payoff the client's wife to go away and leave both the Senator and the client alone forever. So, the plan was born.

For this assignment, Jake left all the legal and yes ethical rules of investigation behind and pulled out the stops on his talent and resources. After substantially raising the fees he was charging his client, Jake had enlisted the assistance of his old partner TC Jackson. Jake and TC had for several years handled sophisticated covert operations for Fortune 100 corporations. Together they had a wealth of surveillance, counter surveillance, personal protection and defensive tactics experience.

Twenty six days after first receiving the assignment, TC and Jake had disabled the Senators alarm system and breached the apartment. While inside, they had installed numerous hidden microphones and three well placed high resolution cameras. The problem was that the Senator always managed to screw the target in a position that was just out of sight of the cameras. It was as if he knew the exact camera angles.

The frustration was building for Jake and the client was beginning to get agitated at the time and expense of the investigation.

The next day, Jake was Small mouth Bass fishing in the Rappahannock River down near Fredericksburg, when an idea struck him. The idea would be off the charts for most people, but for Jake... well it was exciting and it would solve the client's problems.

Jake called TC, explained to him the idea and after a prolonged silence, TC said, "Yeah, it'll probably work. I mean, sure the Senator would bite, who wouldn't, but it's dangerous man." After agreeing to go forward with the plan if possible, Jake went to work putting the plan in action.

The plan, was that Jake would enlist the assistance of another woman to work her way into the Senator's bed. With the assistance of the woman on the inside, Jake and TC could gain additional access to the apartment and have absolute knowledge of rendezvous times and dates.

After another three weeks of inserting this new woman into the right social gatherings, they began to realize the plan coming together. The Senator invited the new woman, Celeste to his apartment. 

Jake and TC had coached Celeste to not allow the Senator to re-arm the alarm system once she entered. Breaching the alarm system while the Senator was away and having a lot of time to do so was one thing. But on this night, time would be of the essence and the Senator might possibly hear the chirps as the alarm system shut down. Celeste was given free reign to decide on the fly how to prevent the alarm system from being armed.  

Friday night came and Celeste met the Senator at his apartment. As soon as Celeste entered the apartment, she pushed the Senator back against the wall, dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out of his pants. She smiled a sultry smile at him and lowered her lips to the head of his cock.

The Senator mistakenly assumed that Celeste simply couldn't wait to give herself to him. After all, most women were wooed by his money and more importantly his power. He failed to think about re-arming the alarm as soon as Celeste took his cock into her mouth. 

Celeste knew that there were few men who could resist a shockingly swift oral attack and she was better than most at sucking cock.

Shortly after Celeste began sucking his cock, the Senator groaned and came. Celeste stood and pulled off her shirt, exposing her beautiful, large tits and huge areolas. She then took the Senator by the hand and led him to the large master bedroom. 

Upon entering, she turned and slowly lowered her skirt, then panties and stood before him completely naked. She took the Senator's hand and placed it between her legs and into her moist pussy. She would later share that she had become very excited knowing she had complete control of this powerful man. She knew he wanted to fuck her very badly and she liked it and wanted him to.

She laid back on the bed and pulled the Senator's face to her wet pussy and told him to eat her. As his tongue touched her, she began to grind against his face and became very loud with her groaning and gasping.

Part of this was Celeste's nature, she was always loud during sex, but part of it was to mask the sounds of Jake and TC entering the apartment.

Jake and TC silently entered the door, closed and locked it. Then they worked their way into the guest suite of the apartment and each of them tucked themselves away into the two closets and began setting up their recording and video equipment.

Celeste was meanwhile building to a climax and knew she had to stop before she came and maybe regained some of her inhibitions. So, she spun around and again took the Senator's semi-rigid cock into her mouth. He groaned loudly as she again began expertly sucking his cock and squeezing his balls. 

Celeste then stood and said, "If you want some of this pussy, you have to catch me." She then pranced through the apartment and into the guest suite. The Senator caught her right as she reached the bed in the guest suite and he reached around and grasped her tits and lightly pinched her nipples.

Jake, watched with fascination as this happened. He noticed the Senator was now rock hard and he began to rub his cock against Celeste's ass as he ground into her. Just as the tip slid down toward Celeste's dripping pussy, she turned around and pushed the Senator toward the bed. 

Celeste did a slow spin as if performing a dance move, but her purpose was to make eye contact with the narrow gaps in the closet doors where she knew Jake and TC were watching and recording her every move. She knew that TC had for years longed to have a look at her tits and now he was seeing all of her. Jake... well that was a story all it's own, by she wanted to make eye contact with him as well.

Then slowly she completed her turn and again lowered her mouth to the Senator's waiting cock. As she did, Jake realized that his own cock was bulging. He was immensely enjoying watching this action between Celeste and the Senator.

After a few excruciating minutes, Celeste stood and bent over the bed. The Senator again came up behind her and because of her wetness, easily slipped the head of his cock into Celeste. Jake almost groaned out loud as he watched.

Then the Senator sank all the way into Celeste's delightfully tight pussy. Celeste squealed and the Senator grinned in triumph as he felt her pussy muscles tighten around his cock. TC, breaking with all surveillance protocol, whispered to Jake in his lip mike, when he said, "Man, Jake, your wife is hot!"

Jake, smiled and whispered, "Yes, she is." Jake continued to watch as the Senator bore into his wife, Celeste's tight cunt. Jake and Celeste had explored sharing her in their bedroom fantasies and now Jake was watching it happen right before his eyes. He also knew from the groaning and squealing and that far away look in her eyes with her head pitched upward that she was immensely enjoying be fucked by the Senator.

Twice, they switched positions, and finally ended up with the Senator holding Celeste's left leg above his head with her on her side while he blasted away into her pussy. Finally he groaned as he came again and Celeste screamed with orgasm just like she had done with Jake hundreds of times.

Jake couldn't believe how incredibly exciting it was watching someone else fuck his wife. It couldn't have been much more incredible and his friend TC had enjoyed the show the entire time as well.

As TC and Jake parted ways in the parking lot, TC, said, "Man, let me know I you ever want to share some of that with me." Jake smiled and said, "You never know."

Several days later, Jake at across from the Senator in a swanky Georgetown coffee shop. The Senator was confident and cocky as Jake began laying out his case. But the confidence and cockiness quickly went away as Jake slid a glossy 8x10 photo of his wife sucking the Senator's cock and the Senator fucking her from behind across the table.

Jake said, Senator last night you fucked my wife and I have a substantial amount of evidence showing all of it. You, Senator are going to pay off my client's wife in the sum of three million dollars, advise her to cooperate with an uncontested divorce and go away. If you don't, these photos will be in the public's eye before the sun comes up tomorrow.

The heat of the argument was gone. The Senator agreed to keep his sexual romps from his wife and to continue his political career. As Jake walked away, the Senator in an effort at malice and reclaiming his dignity, said, "Your wife was a good fuck." Jake slowly turned, considered the man and said, "It was intended to be that way Senator and it was the best you will ever have." Jake walked toward Celeste as she waited in the parking lot in her new Thunderbird convertible, in her little sundress and a big smile.



Extreme Makeover!



"How do you like it?" Alyssa said, with bright, forced cheerfulness. Everything about the question stressed that it was not, indeed, a question. It assumed that the answer was "I love it.". She mandated it by her tone and her face that reflected back in the mirror at Dez, a tight smile, focused eyes that pleaded as much as they threatened. The camera was on, else her gaze would be imploring, her voice beseeching, striving for compromise between the two warring factions.

Speaking of which . . .

Marta rested her well-manicured hand on her shoulder, less friendly than possessive, and entirely unwanted. She, too, tried to catch Dez's eye in the mirror. "The new you." She said affirmatively. Behind her, Jane and Tina murmured approvingly, pointing, touching, making shapes in the air with their hands- here, her cupped face, and how well her hair now framed it, here, with two curved swipes, her body, and how well her new clothes fit it. Like they had always been- completely oblivious to anything except their respective areas of expertise, beauty and fashion. Off at an angle so as not to be caught in the mirror, were the innocent bystanders, non-judgmental, un-opinionated, with no stake in the matter: the cameramen and crew. She could tell they were trying to act uninterested, but they were waiting, as much as Alyssa with her bated breath- for her answer.

Dez sucked in a breath, and in the mirror, the stranger did, too. If she said what she really felt, what would happen? Would they drop her off, drive her out of L.A. and back to the boondocks and her old life? Or would they make her reshoot it, pretend-replay the surprise unveiling, this time replete with sincere fake joy, awe, and gratitude? It was almost too unbearable to think.

In the brief moment she had before someone prompted her, she tried to scrounge up the last three days. How much film- usable film- had they shot? Would it be enough to finish their happy little show- did she even have a choice in the matter with her reaction? And while she debated, the transformation flashed in her mind's eye in cinematic form: what the rest of the world, represented by the unblinking black eye of the camera, would see when they turned on their television sets.

The before picture: from years ago. The camera would pan in on it, that awful thing. Of course they had found and chosen the worst picture of her they could find, sitting in her reclining chair, half her hair flattened to her head for falling asleep in an odd position, in big jeans shot through with holes and stress lines, a red flannel shirt, her big brown boots, half-on but unlaced. And her face, the face of every before picture, unhappy, unsmiling, weary. She wasn't smiling because Hannah had woken her up in order to take it- she was grumpy, still half-asleep- but it didn't matter. It was the perfect evidence against her. She had protested their choice, suggesting instead some better fashion choices, her in the expensive, tailored suit Hannah had given to her as a gift, or even looking relatively normal khakis and a polo shirt. That didn't fit how they were billing her, though.

"Straight Hike for the Butch Dyke." She had repeated stupidly. Then, again, just to see if it would roll off her tongue more elegantly, sound more intelligent, the way it did out of Alyssa's pretty mouth.

"Yeah, pretty cute, huh?" She had gushed. Apparently it was a source of joy for everyone involved in the project. "Like 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy', you know. Or even the other one- it wasn't on very long, 'Straight Eye for the Queer Guy.' Come on, you know." But Dez didn't know. She didn't watch television. Neither did Hannah. When she got off of work, those long shifts at the drugstore, stocking and manning the registers on her feet, she still had to make dinner, clean up, shower. By then, she was exhausted. Even if she wanted to, it would have interrupted Hannah's studying. What with her going back to school and trying to get her degree, a lot fell to Dez, and silly TV shows- make-over shows, nonetheless- were very low on the list of priorities.

But there it would be, along with some ridiculous intro music in flashy script "Straight Hike for the Butch Dyke!", then the voice-over talking about her life like he knew it, intimately, calling her Desiree instead of Dez, while that awful picture scrolled across the screen. Then what? Then, of course, there would have to be testimonials, from Hannah and her friends. "Friends". She said it scornfully in her mind. That had been her first question after the abduction.

"Who told you I wanted a make-over?"

Marta had been the one to step forward and tell her. With her hair pulled back neatly, tightly, into a chignon, brainy black plastic glasses, and a skirt suit that made Dez's look like trash, she was formidable. She clicked efficiently with her heels, towered, took up space, pursed her red-black lips and narrowed perfectly lined and mascara'd eyes, crossed long, stockinged legs. She looked femme, of course. She had to be straight, as the show billed 'straight help' for that pesky 'butch lesbian'. But she was too tough. She was what Dez would have called an honorary dyke.

"It's not about what you want," She had cooed in a way that was neither endearing nor soothing. "The whole point of a change is that it's something you need. Your friends volunteered you for the surprise make-over." Her eyes scanned a clipboard. "You can thank Dylan, Ted, and Rob."

Dylan, Ted, and Rob. Their names made her mouth swell up with a tangy bitterness. Did they call themselves her friends, then, when they called? And did they smother their laughter when they did it? They couldn't use that word, not even in the loose terminology of 'acquaintance'; she simply didn't know them well enough. The only time she saw them was when they came to the apartment to study with Hannah. Even there, maybe because they were there, they scared her. They weren't men, they were boys, dangerous boys riding waves of foolishness and testosterone. They egged each other on, they joked dirtily, laughed loudly and drank, and they looked at Dez like an interesting, but disgusting, bug.

Despite Hannah's reassurance that they were, especially when separated from the pack, sensitive, good guys, Dez wouldn't buy it. They took Women's Studies class to meet women, she was sure, to study them, but not in an academic sense. And they couldn't understand Dez at all. Maybe when Hannah had told them she was gay, they had imagined someone else, someone who was the opposite of Dez, the way guys like to imagine lesbians. It had probably turned them on- they probably wanted to watch, the pigs!- but then there she was, an anticlimax, a letdown, a mystery. She could practically hear them, see them in front of the camera, bad-mouthing her in a supposedly helpful way, as they told the camera that she needed expert fashion advice. Rob would throw in, leering, that she could even be hot if they did it right. She wanted to hurt them all, badly.

But where would Hannah be? Her sweet Hannah, girlishly shy in front of the camera, rocking on the balls of her sandaled feet in a sundress fit for L.A. weather, hands behind her back or shoved in pockets. What would she even say? What could she say? And how many times did she have to re-record it to get it right, the way other people happily reacted, with clapping hands and big, expectant smiles to see their loved ones get done up?

Or did it happen just that way, the first time?

Even now, as she looked at the ridiculous sight in the mirror, Dez had to wonder. Was this what Hannah wanted? Maybe the names on that clipboard included Hannah's. Maybe she had prompted the guys to call, or said something to make them do it. Over the past few days, she had only let her mind stray to darker places a few times. She knew that, for the guys, it was a joke, gussying her up like a girl. But what if it was a joke to Hannah, too? What if they sat around laughing at the silly idea, bonding even closer by means of her humiliation, sealing what she had so often feared and wondered about? That Hannah would bark out, with harsh laughter, "I've finally figured out what I want, and it's not you! I want a real man!" Dylan. Ted. Rob. Doing a better job to protect and care for her, with their college degree-fueled careers, doing a better job to fuck her with their real cocks, doing a fantastic job of getting her pregnant and giving her lots and lots of babies. She cried in the foreign, impersonal hotel room, because Hannah was somewhere nearby, but unaccessible, because, as Alyssa kindly reminded her and Marta remanded, "It has to be a surprise when they see the new you!".

The surprise that she was now, not a good surprise, like a party or can of snakes, but more like a surprise attack, would certainly garner raised eyebrows and open "O" mouths. But the program, of course, wouldn't jump straight to the end. No, it would be gradual, a layering, starting with her hair. The hair that had provided Tina such a difficulty. Cropped short and close, razored at the neck, that she smoothed back with gel or let hang free. Trimming it closer simply wasn't an option- that might have made Dez relax a little, in fact- so she brought out a smorgasbord of product: mousse and pomade and shine serum, fluffy round brushes and a blow dryer. She did her worst, fluffing it up, curling what little she could, giving it the body and bounce it had never had. Then Jane compounded it with the makeup, all those objects that were simultaneously foreign and familiar, always seen in the medicine cabinet. She watched Hannah put them on every day; it wasn't that she didn't know what to do with them, as everyone seemed to think. They instructed her, talked down to her, as though she didn't wear the makeup because she didn't know how.

She swallowed hard when they applied the lipstick. She took the opportunity to squeeze her eyes shut tight when they dusted her face with powder. Not ruining her eye makeup became the excuse to not let out a tear, and for once, she thought ironically, she knew how a femme must feel, worried about something as trivial as mascara.

The clothes they gave her were supposedly given immense consideration: roomy, flowing skirts and loose blouses. "Comfortable." Alyssa billed them. Once again mistaken, as if the jeans, the pants, the button-down shirts and sports jackets, were about comfort. The very airiness of the clothing made her nervous. Much better to stick her in the tight, constrictive sort of skirt-jacket ensembles that Marta wore. At least they had some power behind them. But they wouldn't do it. It was then, standing there in the naked space of a wide skirt, the too-clingy clutch of a lacy top, with her hair feeling stiff and wavy above her and the artificial, greasy feel of makeup on her face, without having seen how she looked, she proclaimed herself exactly as she felt.

"I'm a drag queen."

Alyssa rushed forward to contradict her. "Oh no, honey, it's not like that." She assured her. "I know you can't see it, and maybe it feels that way, but Jane is a great makeup artist. You look very demure, not over-the-top. There's nothing drag queen about you."

"That's not what I meant." She said, and her voice came out surprisingly strong, against the four people who had taken over her life since two days ago. "I mean it the way it is. Like when you put a guy in makeup, whether it's demure or over the top. He's still a queen."

Strange, how it could come out like that. Dez wasn't a guy. She didn't feel like one, and she didn't want to be one, like some of her other female friends did. Some of them had become men. She liked being a woman, loved being a butch, being Hannah's butch; it came naturally. But that didn't change the fact that putting that makeup on her, those clothes, messing with her hair, wasn't a make-over. It was drag.

Alyssa had pursed her lips and regarded her quietly, probably misinterpreting the statement. But it was Marta who snapped to attention.

"Listen here, missy," She barked. The cameras were off; apparently the switch that stopped the rolling of film also turned off her geniality, too. "This isn't however serious you're making it out to be, okay? You don't do anything except pout when the cameras are on. Get your attitude in gear! So you're butch, you're masculine, we get it. That's why we picked you in the first place. Well, so are those boys on 'Queer Eye'." There they went again, using references to which Dez was only fuzzily acquainted. "Those boys let the queers dress them up in pink and become little metrosexuals and you can't even handle a skirt. If they're secure enough in their masculinity to do that, why can't you?"

At that point, Dez was angry. She'd spent the last two days getting primped and polished, touched more in an hour than she'd ever been touched her whole life, being remarked upon and tweaked in ways that felt degrading. And the whole time, she'd issued soft complaints, voiced her reservations, tried to explain that this wasn't what she wanted, that wasn't the right way to go about that. She spoke up, Jane and Tina ignored her, Alyssa assured her in a soft voice, and then assured Marta in an even softer one. But that was the last straw. Dez was tired and lonely. She had spent too long feeling insecure about Hannah, about losing her to men, to other butches, to the life outside of their world that school offered her. And then hey'd dressed her in this damn pastel lace, painted her face when she'd made it clear that she wasn't like that. This wasn't a case of bad fashion. It was her life.

"Because." She had said, her voice raising, interrupting Tina and Jane in their small talk. "Because when those guys do those gay things, it's OK, because they're still guys. You can see it, you know who they are. They never quite pull it off. They're still straight, they're still not as queer as those queers that host the show. But when you take away my masculinity, the way I dress, the way I choose to be, you don't leave me with anything else. No one will know who I am! It's a lie, can't you see that, dammit? I'm not butch, like it's something you can fix. I'm a butch."

That had brought some color to Marta's cold white face, and the little starts of tears to Alyssa's shocked and fearful eyes. Tina and Jane just kept talking in the background, now, presumably, about Dez's outburst. Alyssa called for a lunch break for everyone to cool down, and then they would shoot the final scene: when Dez saw herself in the mirror.

They were waiting, all of them. Marta, cold and harsh and determined to get the right response. Alyssa, worried. Tina and Jane awing and cooing over her. The camera crew, curious question marks of studied indifference. And Dez looked at herself, and smiled.

She smiled, because it was suddenly, very, very clear. She looked ridiculous. She made about as ugly a femme as could be, ugly enough to make her want to cry, if she didn't know she looked so damn handsome as a butch. The clothes were wrong. The makeup looked silly, clownlike. Her hair, awful. The entire package was laughable. She smiled, and then she laughed, loud and pure.

"I guess this didn't go according to plan." She chuckled, right at Marta's inflamed reflection. It felt like the lead in her sluggish veins was gone. She was reinvigorated, alive. How could she think they could take it away from her? All that fear. As if they could take away who she was. As if they could hide it behind feminine touches. Sitting there in her dress, she felt more butch than she ever had in her jeans or suit. Had she ever been scared they could turn her into a femme, or worse, a straight? Had she ever believed, for a minute, that Hannah, her loving lesbian wife-in-spirit, could want a man? It made her laugh even harder. Dez would get to see her, her face tight and scrunched up with their shared worry, and one look and they would both know the truth.

Behind her, Marta sighed and shook a disgusted head up to the ceiling. "Cut. Just, cut. We might as well scrap the whole fucking epsiode. And I want to talk to the producers before we choose another candidate for an extreme make-over."

Dez snorted. But hadn't it worked, this little make-over of theirs? She had never felt more energized, more made-over. She had never felt more beautiful, more different than she had before. Certainly that was an extreme make-over.



Extreme Makeover – Girl Next Door E



I noticed Paul and Kay's return address as I opened the envelope. I hadn't heard from them since a Christmas card last winter. It was a birth announcement. They had a new son and had named him Tom. I was flattered they had named him after me and happy for them as I knew they would be delighted to have a brother for their daughter. 

It was all pretty amazing. A hundred different things could have kept it from working out the way it did. Let me back up and explain what happened. 

One day Kay visited my store and I waved her over to my counter to say hi. I was a pharmacist in one of the remaining independent pharmacies in 2003. I hadn't seen her in a few years and it was great to see her again. As we visited I noticed she looked uncomfortable and asked what the problem was. She sheepishly asked what I would recommend for female cramps. I made a recommendation and commented that she should check with her doctor as most young women don't get cramps these days. I noticed that Kay was a little teary eyed and I asked if anything else was wrong. At that point she broke down even more and got very choked up. As I rung up her purchase I told her I would like to buy her lunch tomorrow if she wanted to talk and that my number was on the receipt. 

I was a little surprised when Kay called the next day and we arranged to meet at a pizza shop we had gone to often when I was her softball coach eight years earlier. We ended up talking for nearly three hours. I had been to Kay's wedding two years ago but hadn't seen her much since. Kay had grown up in my neighborhood and I had coached the local girls' softball team for a number of years and we had gotten pretty close. Kay was a gangly young teenager when I first coached her but she matured into a lovely young woman and a very competent pitcher when she played her last season at 18. She was also one of those young women that you occasionally need to remind yourself is only slightly older than your kids and you might not want to be caught staring at her too much. A few years later she was a beautiful 24 year old bride with a handsome husband and a promising future as a teacher and coach at the local junior high school. Now she was a stressed-out emotional mess as we visited. 

To make a long story not so long, the first year of her marriage had gone fine but things deteriorated in the second year and a few months ago she caught her drunken husband doing the dirty with an old girlfriend. Kay returned early from a rained out ballgame to witness her husband with cock pumping in and out of a naked woman's mouth as she lay on Kay and Paul's marriage bed. It took Kay a few moments for the scene in front of her to sink in and when it did she screamed an unnatural string of obscenities as the two scurried for their clothes. The very nervous, busty, naked brunette woman scrambled to find her clothes. Sliding on her shorts and blouse she quickly exited leaving her bra and panties littering the bedroom floor. Paul scurried to find his briefs and stumbled in his drunken condition to climb into his shorts and tuck his very hard wet cock in his shorts. 

Over the ensuing several days, the heated and tearful confrontations ended up in accusations of Kay being a cold bore in the bedroom which created frustrations that had lead to a few too many drinks and giving in to temptation. Paul said he was sorry and pleaded for forgiveness. But Kay was far from being able to forgive so quickly. As the painful next days passed, bitterness set in and things deteriorated. Paul began to harbor uncertainty as to the future of their relationship. A few very tense weeks led to his decision to take a six month overseas assignment for the oil exploration company he worked for to give them both some time to cool off and reflect.

Kay was both crushed and furious. She was very much in love and stunned with both the fact that Paul had cheated and with the fact that he had put some of the blame on her for not fully satisfying him in the bedroom. She was in tears from the hurt but also seething to extract revenge. I remembered just how much of a competitor Kay was when she played softball. 

After hours of detailing the full situation Kay looked at me with her bloodshot eyes and said, "Coach, how should I play this?" 

I started with some questions and told her to think about them and we would get together in a few days. I asked Kay if the relationship was worth saving, if she would ever be able to trust Paul again, and, if she was willing to commit herself to make changes to fix the problem. 

Kay and I met the following week to visit. She had exchanged a few emails with Paul about financial matters and family but the subject of their relationship had not been broached. She had had several sleepless nights thinking about my questions. She had some answers. Yes, the relationship was worth saving as she was convinced they still both loved each other and that Paul had no interest in the other woman other than for sex. She wasn't sure if she could ever trust Paul again, that would take time to determine. And finally, yes, she was willing to do what she could to make things right but she wasn't sure what that might mean and wasn't sure she had done anything wrong. 

She turned and asked, "So coach, what do I need to do now?" I told Kay we needed to talk in an even more private location so we left the restaurant and walked toward her car. As we walked I told Kay that the only evidence I had as to what was wrong was her comments and Paul's behaviors suggesting that their sex life might have been a disappointment to him. I continued, "You are obviously very attractive and in good shape so that shouldn't be the issue. The other thing I know is that you weren't on the pill and I presume you were monkeying around with condoms or an IUD of something -- that could have contributed to the lack of spontaneity and his frustrations. 

As I looked at Kay she was slightly flush but I pushed her to talk about it. I questioned if there were medical or religious reasons for not being on the pill or birth control shots. I told her that there were any choices and dosages and a strong safety profile. Kay simply said it was a decision from years ago at her mother's urging and she would take care of it. We scheduled a visit for the following Friday evening. 

At the time I was widowed having lost my wife to cancer two years prior. My children were in college away from home and I kept myself busy with my pharmacy and several rental properties I had accumulated over the years. I also had become very active in dating in the past year but was not seeing anyone seriously. Kay was now a very attractive young woman. She had outgrown her lanky teenage figure and matured into a beautiful fit woman. She had shoulder length soft wavy brunet hair, long shapely legs and tight shapely bottom. A very warm smile on a face that was perhaps more cute than beautiful but with big brown doe eyes that could be very seductive. Her hips, waist and bust were nicely proportioned and deserving of a second or third look by any male with a pulse. 

The Friday evening was, in retrospect, pretty amazing. It started with dinner then continued with a two hour visit in my home. It consisted of a chronicling of Kay's sexual and dating experiences from high school thru the recent episode with her husband. I had Kay's full confidence as she revealed details not known to her husband, friends or parents. I felt something like a counselor as she talked through various relationships and activities. I listened attentively, probed and questioned on occasion and comforted. She lost her virginity at 17 on the first evening that she had gotten drunk. An event barely remembered and not fondly. She dated through her senior year with several guys and lots of necking and petting that she ended before any relationships went further. As a freshman in college she was in a serious relationship for half the year and had what she describes as "nice sex" until her boyfriend got her high one night and allowed a couple of guys in the frat to see her naked body after she crashed in his room. The next two years consisted of lots of dates and lots of rejected young men as Kay was looking for mister right and not just a fun date. As a senior Kay met Paul. 

They dated for nine months before she relented and they became sexually active for the 15 months before they were married. Kay enjoyed the sex because it made Paul happy and made them feel close. He could give her an orgasm with clitoral stimulation while he cuddled and kissed her neck and breasts. They tried anal but Kay vetoed it when it hurt and Paul got frustrated. She "kissed his penis" but no real blow jobs. Paul enjoyed "nibbling on her private parts" but it didn't seem he had perfected his ability to get her to enjoy it. Paul's favorite was having sex in the shower while Kay most enjoyed the missionary position in bed after a nice diner and glass of wine. They had christened every room in the house and the back seat of the car. Kay blushed when she described being screwed while in the ocean when they were on their honeymoon in the Caribbean. Paul was always encouraging new adventures but Kay was more traditional. Kay had found porn "dirty" and had a drawer full of clothes that Paul had bought her as gifts where the skirts were "too short" and the blouses "to tight or to low cut" for her to be willing to wear. 

As we talked Kay began to realize that she hadn't exactly been a ball of fire when it comes to enjoying a fun sex life. As it was time for me to get going I looked at Kay and told her I had an assignment for the week. Kay was on summer break and had a lot of time on her hands for the next few months with no coaching or teaching and her husband away. I told Kay I wanted her to spend the next week watching several hours of porn a day. She looked at me incredulously. I told her to get a PayPal account and watch a lot of different kinds of online porn. Also, watch a dozen cable porn movies then next week report on what you saw and how it affected you. 

As the week passed, I had an unexpected need to travel out of town so stopped by an adult store and purchased a collection of vibrators, dildos, and sex toys and took them to Kay's. I handed her the bag at the door and told her I couldn't make our usual weekly get together so her next assignment was to spend the week masturbating. 

"I want you to know exactly how to get yourself off quickly and repeatedly by the end of the week. I will expect a full report when I get back." I said as she peeked in the bag and realized its contents. Kay smiled softly, with a look that suggested she was a little embarrassed but curious. "How is the porn going" I asked. "I'll call in a few days and you can tell me about your favorites." Then I was off. 

I called Kay a few days later and asked for a report on the porn viewing. She had followed my instruction and watched lots of porn both on the web and cable. She laughed when she described her $240 dollar extra cable fees in the last ten days. She was very talkative, describing how she was grossed out initially then got a little numb to the close ups of sex organs. She found the variety of "physical attributes of the actors interesting." 

As I probed she elaborated. "The size and shapes of penises was amazing and the women's' abilities to give oral sex was unbelievable." 

"The size of what?" I challenged. Kay giggled, "Their cocks." And the women's' ability to do what? I chuckled. "To give blow jobs or get face fucked" Kay giggled in response. 

We spent the next hour on the phone as Kay described the situations she liked and those she didn't. "Lesbian sex was a turn off. Bondage and sado-masochism just doesn't do anything for me. I liked the romantic stuff and spontaneous liaisons. Oral sex seemed more interesting. Orgies didn't do much for me but small gang-gangs seemed exciting. Voyeurism and exhibitionism could be fun." 

We talked about what got her aroused and which scenes she masturbated to. We talked about what scenes she thought Paul would find most exciting. I asked her what scenes or circumstances she could fantasize about. She gradually opened up and her nervous giggle lessened as she shared her personal feelings. As our call ended I told Kay to spend time until next weekend watching the porn she liked best and using all the toys I bought her so she understood exactly what she found most arousing. I told her I expected her to have a couple dozen organs by the time I saw her next. Her job this week was to think about nothing but sex -- not love, but sex. "Image that you are one of the women in the movies. Imagine that Paul was doing to you the things you see in the movies. Imagine other men were doing the things and you were cheating on Paul -- or that you told Paul it was your turn to break your wedding vows." Kay just mumbled as if distracted thinking about what I had said. Finally she said, "OK, call me in a few days to talk. 

As I hung up I wondered just what Kay was thinking. She had been willing to follow my suggestions and seemed to enjoy my company and confiding in me. I was enjoying her attention and respect and her willingness to confide in me, and, like any guy, enjoyed spending time with a hot young woman talking about sex and relationships. She trusted my advice and seemed to have overcome the depression she had when I first talked to her. She was committing her summer to thinking through what she would do with her marriage in the fall when Paul returned from assignment. 

I called Kay a few days later and told her I had an adventure planned for Saturday and that I would be by about 10:00 to pick her up. When I arrived at Kay's I told her we were going for a ride to help out a friend but that I wanted her to dress sexy. I told her to show me the drawer of sexy clothes her husband had purchased her and I would pick something out. After looking through a few club dresses and miniskirts I found a pair of short stretchy shorts that looked like something an NFL cheerleader would wear. Handing them to Kay, I then went through a drawer of tops picking out a summery blouse that was white cotton button up with midriff tie tails. Perfect I said as I handed the items to Kay and told her to change. She protested that she couldn't wear these anywhere where she could be recognized, but she did take them and head to the bathroom to change. 

As Kay emerged from the bathroom she looked striking. The tight short shorts hugged her hips showing off her long shapely legs and firm midriff and shapely hips. The top was similarly snug pulling enticingly across her bust drawing attention to her very shapely breasts. As I looked admiringly at Kay I snickered leading her to ask what was so funny. I told her that the sexy top was meant to be worn without a bra and that she should have figured that out after watching porn for two weeks. And the panty lines across her butt wouldn't do either. Kay called me a dirty old man as she went to her dresser drawer and grabbed a thong panty and headed to the bathroom to change. This time when she returned she looked amazing. The white blouse clung to her top and the panty lines were gone. Kay pirouetted seeking my approval. "Delicious." I responded, "Except you need to undo one more button on the blouse then we are set to go." 

As she stood there I took a picture of her with her cell phone. I told her to text it to Paul with a text message, "Do you miss me?" She thought about it a moment, said that's a good idea, then unbuttoned one more button and said take another one with more cleavage for her to send. 

Kay smiled as she sent the message and wondered aloud how he would react. 

As Kay said she couldn't be seen in public dressed like this I handed her a bag with a pair of large dark sunglasses and a blond wig. "We're going for a 40 mile drive and no one will recognize you in these." I said. 

She seemed intrigued and spent the next ten minutes redoing her hair and putting on the wig. As she attached and styled the wig she seemed to be enjoying the idea of being a blond for the day. 

I grabbed a few other items from Paul's drawer and put them in the bag and said it was time to get going. We headed out the door where my 1979 Porsche 911 was parked. Kay was surprised as I didn't regularly use the car and kept it in storage most of the year. As we got in I told her we were going to help a friend and the car was a prop for a photo shoot he was doing. As we headed out of town I explained that the friend was a tenant in one of my properties and had a photography business but did some T&A videos for various web sites to make some extra cash when things were slow. He said the money was good and he wasn't interested in the hard stuff and had good luck finding models for his shoots. I informed Kay that the sexy outfit, dark glasses and wig were because she was going to be kind of an "extra". Ken, the photographer, had a bikini model and body builder who were going to do a sexy car wash scene and she was going to play the car driver for the shoot. Kay shook her head as she said, "You have got to be kidding?"

"Not kidding and I want you to act as sexy as possible and enjoy it. Think Sexy." I told her. 

As I glanced at her I noticed her tight blouse was clearly marked by her hardened nipples straining against the fabric. As she caught me staring I told her she would look great on video. 

After a lunch stop we arrived at the rural farmhouse where the shoot was planned. Ken was please to see us and the car and was delighted as he very deliberately eyed Kay from head to toes, quickly commenting on how she would be perfect for the shoot and very popular with the viewers. He explained that the web site has a forum where viewers comment on the videos. 

The models arrived shortly afterwards and Ken prepared the scene with pails of soapy water, a hose, sponges and car wash sign. Kay was to drive up. Ask to have the car washed then wait in the car as the models washed the car and each other as the camera rolled. Then Kay was to get out of the car, inspect their work, pay them and drive off. With the scene outlined Ken had them sign their releases and prepare for the shoot. 

The models, Tony, a very buff gym jock who it turns out was also a law student, and Jill a busty hippy brunette with a very tiny thong bikini had evidently done other shoots with Ken. 

The scene proceed as scripted with the two models first washing the car and then gradually washing each other with about ten minutes of Tony rubbing a soapy sponge over all of Jill's curves. He had her laid over the car in several positions as he sponged her breasts and ass cheeks as the camera zoomed in. Jill squirmed and moaned as Tony's large hands caressed her body. Kay was sitting in the car as the scene progressed. After several minutes the models finished and motioned for Kay to pretend to be paying them. She stepped from the car and walked around it as if inspecting it. Following instructions Ken had given her, she mentioned that they missed a spot. Then Tony took a soapy sponge as if to clean the dirty spot but managed to plant it squarely on Kay's chest with a splat sound as the soapy sponge soaked her top. Kay was caught completely by surprise as Ken had not told her about that, and turned in dismay only to be sprayed by the hose as Jill drenched her front. Kay tried to gain her composer as the camera zoomed in on her wet blouse which now clearly revealed her hardened nipples and the dark color of her areoles. 

I was laughing my head off as Kay was trying to pull the sponge from Tony while Jill was now aiming the hose on Kay's ass. Kay's white shorts were soaked reveling the thong bikini beneath. Ken was busy coaching the cameraman and Tony to maneuver so they could get good shots of Kay. The struggle for control of the sponge continued and as it did Jill approached Kay from behind and began to pull down Kay's shorts. Kay squealed as half of her ass cheeks came into view and the skimpy wet thong panty was revealed. Before Kay could stop her the shorts were pulled down over her butt. Kay immediately let go of the sponge in time to save her shorts before they were completely removed. Tony used the opportunity to douse her with a pail of water as she pulled up her shorts. Her boobs were bulging from her soaked top in clear view as her hands were pulling her shorts back in place. By now Tony, Ken, Jill, myself and the cameraman were all laughing hysterically. Kay managed to grab the hose and pointed it toward us, quickly ending the filming as the camera man grabbed his equipment and retreated to avoid getting the equipment soaked. Ken finally got the water turned off as we proceeded to laugh uncontrollably. After a few moments Kay joined the laughing. 




Extreme Makeover – Girl Next Door E



Ken provided some towels and we all sat and rested for a few moments. Kay looked at me then Ken then Tony and said, "By the bulges in your shorts it seems you enjoyed the show. We all assured her it was a very hot spontaneous scene and we couldn't wait to watch the tape. Kay just shook her head and said, "I can't believe you did that and I fell for it." 

She turned to look at me and said, "You must have planned this since you had me pack some extra clothes. So go get me some dry clothes -- and the least you can do is let me drive the Porsche back to town." I retrieved the bag of clothes from the car and Kay headed off to the house to change out of her wet clothes. She returned a few minutes later, still a wet haired blond but now in a little black miniskirt and red tank top. As she motioned me it was time to leave she said, "You forgot to bring any dry panties." 

As we drove back toward town I thanked Kay for being such a good sport and complemented her on how sexy she was. She admitted it was fun and was anxious to know how long it would be before the video would be up on the web. On the way back Kay enjoyed driving the Porche. I asked her what she was thinking about Paul and their relationship these days. She said he was continuing to send her flower and jewelry and apologize and wanted to get back together. They had been talking by phone once a week and sending emails and text messages more often. His assignment would continue for two more months. He had asked Kay to visit but she had declined so far. Before we even got home Kay got a text message from Tony asking if he could take her to diner to make up for the sponge bath. Kay was flattered that the hunky model was interested. She smiled and said, "I don't think he knows I'm a married school teacher." 

I told her she was also a very attractive, sexy, separated young woman who should make her own decisions as to what she wanted to do. I suggested that maybe a roll in the sack with Ken would satisfy her desire for revenge and she could work things out with Paul.

"Maybe it would." she said. "I need to think about is some more." 

Over the next week the video was posted and Ken sent Kay and I the link. Kay was relieved that the scene, while very sexy, wasn't X-rated and didn't reveal her identity as the wig looked natural and her sun glasses always covered her face. Over the next few days several of the web site's members posted very complimentary comments on how sexy the "blond girl" was and asked when she would be back. I saw Kay on the next Friday and she seemed flattered and intrigued with the reaction to the video. The anonymity of the web fascinated her. As we visited over a pizza, I also handed her a check from Ken for $300, her fee for the photo shoot. I told her Ken suggested she should update her lingerie wardrobe with the money then let him know when she was ready for her next video. Kay blushed at the prospect, but after a few minutes inquired as to what type of scene ken had in mind. I told her I would have Ken send her an email with his ideas. 

Kay also said she had turned down Tony's invitation to diner so far. She was still struggling about what to do about Paul. We were down to about six weeks from his scheduled return. She had sent him the link to the video and he was stunned. He said he never would have recognized her if she hadn't sent the cell phone photo. He remembers buying her the outfit and didn't think he would ever get to see it on her outside of the bedroom. He was jealous that she was willing to wear it on front of others and be filmed -- but he wasn't in much of a position to complain. Kay took pleasure in letting him know that dozens of guys thought she was plenty sexy. 

As I drove Kay back to her apartment she still seemed conflicted between a desire to make the marriage work and an inability to forget and let go of Paul's indiscretion. 

A couple of days later I got a call from Kay as she wanted to tell me about the video shoots choices that Ken has sent her. They were all ten minute video shoots; one option was a strip poker game down to sexy lingerie that would involve two couples. Another option was a girl-girl pajama party scene and the third was a make out session in the back seat of a car. Kay weighted the options based on which would best allow her to remain anonymous and get Paul most jealous. Kay asked if I would go with her if she decided to go through with it. I said sure I'd love to be the cameraman while Ken and her went at it like horny teenagers in the backseat. Kay blushed and said there's no nudity so a little make out session shouldn't be too bad. 

Four days later late in the evening we were back at the same rural house with Tony, Ken myself and Kay ready to shoot the scene. There was no script or lines. Ken's instructions were simple, "Just two "young" folks making out on camera. The noisier the better, anything goes as long as the panties stay on and the nipples remain out of sight. Make sure the camera can get a good views of Kay and do whatever you think will turn the most folks on." Kay had the blond wig on set in soft wavy curls, a short pleated skirt and a white button up blouse. It made her look several years younger than her 26 years. She had glasses and colored contacts and far more make up than she usually wore and wanted to make sure the lights wouldn't be too bright. Ken was teasing that he couldn't wait to get his hands on Kay.

Ken and I got in the front seat of his SUV with hand held video cameras and Kay and Tony got in the back. The sun was down but provided enough light that we could get good shots while giving the impression of a couple parking at night. 

Kay seemed to be trembling a little as Ken instructed them to start. Tony eagerly initiated the action by leaning in and giving Kay a passionate kiss. She seemed startled at first but gave an approving moan after a few moments. Tony wasted little time and soon had his hand on Kay. His right hand was on her thigh gently caressing it as he continued kissing. It wasn't long before the hand was under Kay's skirt and she was squirming as his hand moved higher up her leg pushing her skirt with it. Bare flesh provided a nice contrast to stocking tops as the skirt bunched up around Kay's waist. Tony's left arm was around Kay's back holding her and his head was now nuzzled in her neck in search of sensitive spots as he covered her with kisses. Kay moved Tony's hand from under her skirt. He didn't fight the reactions but instead swiftly retreated then placed his hand square on Kay's right breast and began kneading the shapely mound. Kay whimpered as he had simultaneously found a sensitive spot on Kay's neckline with his lips. 

Tony was pulling Kay's blouse tails out of her skirt and soon had his right hand under her blouse. Kay seemed completely compliant, showing no resistance and making sounds that hardly sounded like acting but more like a horny young woman who hadn't been with a man for several months. Tony then got up from the seat and shifted Kay so she was lying across the back bench seats. He kneeled on the floor and undid the hooks and buttons to remove Kay's skirt. Tony, as well as Ken and me watched anxiously as a pair of tight pink satin panties were revealed. The blouse buttons were next as Tony deftly undid four buttons and opened Kay's blouse revealing the matching push up bra and bulging cleavage. Kay's chest was heaving as she was breathing deeply. Tony was covering her bared flesh with kisses and his right hand returned to fondling Kay's boobs. Ken had a mute button for the audio recording and started coaching Ken. "Can you find a way to show us her ass." 

Then Kay sat up and began undoing the buttons on Ken's shirt. "Remove it." She barked as she then grabbed his belt and began undoing that. For the next several moments the two adults clumsily maneuvered in the confined space. Tony's shirt was gone and he stood crouched over while Kay slid down his slacks and groped his bulging package while they were locked in a passionate kiss. Kay's skirt was now on the floorboards and Tony was sliding the blouse down her arms. 

I'd swear the temperature in the vehicle had gone up several degrees. Ken had turned on the dome light to improve the lighting and the sweat glistening on both bodies was visible. Kay's breasts were all but popped out of her bra and Tony looked ready to pop out of his briefs. Ken sat back down and maneuvered Kay so her ass was just inches from the camera as he had her straddle his legs and then sit on his lap facing him with her knees on the seat. Now in a more comfortable position, Tony and Kay were back to kissing. Tony was holding Kay gently as they kissed. Kay's ass and back were to the camera. Tony then moved his head down to Kay's cleavage and licked and kissed his way around the playground. He had both hands around her now rubbing her back and her panty covered ass. Kay was again whimpering as Tony continued his assault on her senses. Occasionally a finger or two would slip under the waist or leg band of her panties as he groped her without restraint. Kay was squirming in his lap and no doubt keeping him highly aroused. 

We had been filming about 20 minutes already, considerably longer than planned when Kay asked if we were done. Ken responded, "Don't worry, we can edit, keep going a little longer." After a few moments Tony used one hand to grab one bra shoulder strap and tried to pull it off Kay's shoulder. She squealed, "Don't' you can't expose me."

Tony responded quickly, "I won't expose anything to the camera, that tit is going in my mouth." 

And with that he slid the strap down. His head moved lower taking advantage of the loosened bra cup and seemed to find its target as Kay jumped. 

"Enough, enough." Kay responded as she pushed away and repositioned her shoulder strap. They both gasped for breath for several minutes and gathered up their clothes. 

Ken was ecstatic with the shoot, heaping praise on both Kay and Tony for the hot performance. Kay was immediately nervous that the scene wouldn't be sufficiently anonymous and pleaded with Ken to edit it so that no close ups of her face were visible and to alter her voice and not sell it to the same web site. Tony looked disappointed that the shoot was over as he struggled to fit his bulging package back in his slacks. 

Ken promised to send Kay the edited video before posting it to the web as she had wisely refused to sign the release until she screened the tape. 

As we drove back to town Kay was quiet until we got to the edge of town. I told her she was fantastically hot and seemed to have fun. No one was hurt so she should quit worrying about it and relax. She did the same thing a million other young couples did every Friday night. That seemed to help as she smiled and visited. We decided to stop and get something to eat but even that wasn't easy as Kay was afraid that her flirty skirt and tight blouse were inappropriate to risk being seen by anyone she knows or who might subsequently be able to place her in the video. Just as after the prior video, Tony had already texted her and volunteered to "...finish the scene whenever you are in the mood." 

As I dropped Kay off I teased her that she would have to go watch some porn and play with her sex toys after that hot scene. She smiled, "Well I have lots of both porn and vibrators so I just might do that."

The following Thursday, Kay called and asked if I could stop by. She seemed agitated. When I got there Kay looked like she had been crying. I gave her a gentle hug and asked what was wrong. 

Kay started, "I ran into Jean today at the Starbucks, Jean is the woman I caught Paul with. I called her a tramp for seducing Paul. She countered that when a man comes to your house, invites himself in and then proceeds to make love with you on two occasions then invites you over to his place for a romp -- it's hardly seduction. Paul fucked that bitch three times. Three times. Three times." 

Then Kay broke into tears. After about five minutes she calmed down. Before I could say much she turned to me and said, "So I'm going to get fucked three times to get even -- then maybe a few more just in case there were others - and you are going to be my protector and take pictures to show Paul." "I'm going to wear the sexy clothes that Paul bought, just not for him." "I'm glad you talked me into birth control, now I'll get my money's worth." 

Her rant continued, "I emailed Paul and asked if it was true. He just responded that he was sorry. He'll be sorry alright. I'll show him who's sexy." 

Kay was furious. I encourage her to forget it for now and get some sleep then we would talk about it tomorrow over diner. 

Twenty-fours hours did little to cool Kay's passion for revenge. She had already reserved a room at a Marriot on the far side of town for Saturday night. She said she had texted Ken and told him she wanted to "finish" their make out scene.

He called her while we were at dinner. Kay was composed as she took the call. I could only hear her side of the conversation.

"My husband cheated on me three times and it's time to get revenge. You seem to have the right tools for the job."

"No, I don't want to go to dinner. This isn't a date, just a little fun in my suite."

"If you want to help me get revenge on my husband -- I'm all yours. John is going to be there to take pictures so if you are bashful it won't work."

"Nine PM, I'll text you with the room number -- feel free to bring a friend." 

"What color lingerie is your favorite?"

"Red it is." 

"Make sure you are well rested. See you at nine."

As Kay was talking I remembered how competitive she was as a softball player. She had learned a lot about sex over the past few months and she seemed ready to put it to work in light of Paul's multiple indiscretions. 

We went to a movie to take the attention away from obsessing on revenge. As I took Kay home she reminded me to borrow Ken's camera and meet her at the hotel Saturday night. I told her I wasn't sure I could watch her have sex with someone. She smiled and said, "I saw the bulge in you pants when I dressed sexy -- you taught me how to enjoy sex and now you can grade me on how well I learned." 

I got to the room about 8:30 Saturday. Kay greeted me with a smile and hug. She looked stunning. She had on a tight red evening gown with a low cut cowl front and slit up the side to mid hip level. Black stockings, 4 inch heels, bright red lipstick and sultry eye makeup. When she walked, her stocking tops could be seen thru the slit in the skirt. She was nursing a cocktail and I could see she had emptied two vodkas from the mini-bar. She seemed mellow but not drunk. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to go thru with this. She smiled and said. "I've been looking forward to it since I made the decision. I'm ready if he shows up. 

I set up the camera, adjusted the lighting and turned on some soft romantic music. We were on the tenth floor overlooking the city skyline in the distance. I decided to leave the drapes open. 

Kay had texted Tony with the room number earlier with instructions to bring condoms or a doctor's statement. 

Kay paced the floor somewhat nervously as the appointed hour neared. She touched up her makeup and fixed a drink for Tony and I. 

Tony knocked on the door a few minutes after nine and Kay greeted him. He was dressed in black slacks and a black turtleneck that highlighted his shape with a cashmere tan sport coat. He grinned ear to ear as he checked out Kay. "Delicious." he commented as he handed her a bottle of Champaign and a letter from his doctor. He joked, "I'm approved for action." He checked out the suite then turned to me and shook my hand saying, "I've never done this before." 

"Nor have I." I commented. "Nor have I." Kay interjected. 

Kay said, "Time to start the camera Tom." then she turned to Tony and said, "Can a lady get a kiss."

Tony slipped off his sport coat and laid it over a chair then took Kay in his arms. The first kiss was a hot passionate two-minute lip lock. 

"You don't know how much I have been looking forward to this he said as he ran his hands over her body while he hugged her." They kissed again, even longer this time. 

Tony asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" 

Kay looked at him and said, " I've texted you a dozen time, rented the room, dressed special for the occasion, I've shaved, waxed, lotioned and perfumed, I arranged for a cameraman and fantasized about it for the past 72 hours straight. I've wanted to get in your pants from the first time I saw you when we filmed the car wash scene. I had a few drinks to relax. Of course I want to do this." Then she took her right hand and grouped his crotch as if to confirm her intentions.

Another kiss followed and Tony's hand again enjoyed the feel of her satin dress. He found the slit and danced his hand over her thighs and hips. He lowered himself to kiss her neck and slid his hand in the slit in her skirt. Then his hands found the zipper on the back of her dress. He pulled it down slowly as the tight dress pulled apart. Kay's back was to me so the camera caught the unveiling. The unzipping revealed a black bustier with a series of back hooks from her mid-back to near her waist. Black panties with a sheer back were next to appear as the zipper passed her ass on the way down. Next Tony pulled the straps off Kay's shoulders and lowered the dress down her arms. Tony was feasting on Kay's cleavage as he gently worked the dress down. Kay's black lace bustier, black panties and black thigh high stockings were on full display. She looked unbelievable with her white skin contrasting with the elegant lingerie. As if to tease her husband more, Kay turned to face the camera. Her strapless underwire busier framed her beautiful C size boobs and the bustier highlighted the curves of her waist and hips. The black satin front panel of her small panties drew attention to her womanly charms. Tony reached around her and pulled her against his body as his hands explored. He kissed her neck and ran his hands over her cleavage and lingerie. Kay was completely submissive almost as if she were in a trance. His fingers danced across her mound and traced the curve of her waist and hips. He was less gentle as he hefted her breasts in the push up bustier cup. He teased the swollen nipples, that strained against the thin fabric of the cup panels. He complemented her on her taste, smell and feel as he immersed himself in the pleasures of her body. I could see her push her ass into Tony's crotch as he aroused her breasts with his fondling. 

The camera was capturing the scene for Paul. It's a good thing I had a tripod as I was trembling from watching the smoldering scene. Kay turned around to face Tony again and they kissed for several minutes. Then Kay pulled up Tony's turtle neck shirt to reveal his gym honed physic. She grabbed his belt, then his zipper and in moments he was stepping out of his loafers and slacks. As he laid his slacks on a nearby chair I could see the huge bulge in his tight briefs and knew Kay would be treated to a hard cock before long. They kissed and hugged with hands on each other ass then moved toward the king sized bed. I zoomed in the camera as they stood near the edge of the bed. 

Tony's hand slowly slid up Kay's leg to her thigh. Kay reached out and placed her hand on Tony's bulging erection and let her fingertips trace the outline. With her hand rubbing his hardness through his briefs Kay looked like she was feeling to see how big he was. 

Feeling Kay's hand toying with his prick made Tony's bulge larger. He moved his hand across the lacy tops of the stockings and up her smooth thigh. Her legs parted, giving his fingers access to the crotch of her panties. Tony's fingers teased her by barely touching her through the thin material of her panties. Kay moaned softly. 




Extreme Makeover – Girl Next Door E



Tony finally let his fingers slip under the panties, partially displaying Kay's soft brown pubic hair, and then he began working his fingers in a slow circular motion. The petting soon turned to finger fucking as Tony worked Kay's sensitive areas. 

Kay's moans intensified as Tony's pace quickened. Kay reached over and slipped her hand in the waist band of Tony's briefs. Her hand snaked inside and liberated his thick cock from the tight confines. Kay freed about seven inches of long, hard cock and wrapped her fingers around the base of the hard cock. She was barely able to close her fingers around Tony's cock. 

Tony kissed Kay passionately, their tongues savoring each other as his fingers withdrew from her crotch and slowly danced up her body until it found the swell of her breast. Tony used his hand to fondle Kay's hard pointy nipples that were clearly visible as they thrust outward against her bustier cups. He cupped one of the large breasts and squeezed it with his strong hand, and then used the palm of his hand to brush lightly against the hard tips in a slow circular motion causing Kay to moan louder. He pulled the fabric down freeing a nipple. 

"Oh Tony you're making me so hot," Kay moaned as she stroked his thick shaft. Kay's placed her hand on top of his erection and squeezed. Then she used her fingernails to trace the outline of the shaft, torturing the big cock. 

Tony tormented Kay's other nipple with his other hand. He watched Kay's body responding to his touch, her breathing was becoming ragged. Kay's moans were increasing in volume and intensity and Tony knew she was almost ready. 

Tony turned Kay around again and went to work on the hooks on her bustier. In moments if fell free revealing firm shapely orbs with protruding areoles and hardened nipples. Kay shivered as she felt Tony nuzzling her neck and kissing her smooth skin. Her neck was very sensitive and Once again Kay's body responded. 

Tony's tongue softly licked the inside of her ear as he whispered to her. His hand slowly followed the outline of her spine downward and then slipped inside the back of her panties to her ass. Another involuntary moan escaped from Kay's mouth. Kay gasped and her breathing quickened as Tony probed between her ass cheeks. 

Tony's fingers found their way to the bottom of her crack and dipped into her aroused pussy. As quickly as he started, Tony withdrew his hand and walked Kay to a nearby chair where he sat and instructed her to sit on his lap straddling him. "Last time we did this you denied me the pleasure of these tits - tonight I will not be denied." He said as he latched onto an exposed nipple and buried his face in Kay's bosom. Tony feasted for what seemed like an eternity switching between passionate lip locks and working over both tits with his mouth. 

Kay was rocking back and forth on Tony's lap. Occasionally Tony's hand would rub her back or reach into her panties and grab her ass check before returning to fondle the tit that was not covered by Tony's lips. Kay was whimpering and obviously extremely aroused. 

Finally Tony asked Kay to stand up and as she did he deftly slip down her panties. She stood facing him naked except for her stockings. He quickly stood. Removed his own briefs and turned to place Kay on the bed. They were both in a state of total arousal and Tony quickly spread Kay's legs and almost instantly placed his cock at the entrance to Kay's pussy. With a grunt he was balls deep in the young bride. Kay gasped as he filled her. Pleading, "Fuck me, fuck me."

And Tony did. For ten minutes he worked his cock in Kay's pussy. Occasionally pausing for breath or to grab her tit, then he resumed fucking her. Kay was thrashing around and gasping with occasional encouraging words like, more, harder, deeper. Tony was close saying, "I'm going to cum on your tits. Finally Kay went limp and squealed then collapsed in orgasm. Tony withdrew and kept his word, squirting several streams of hot cum on Kay's stomach and breasts before collapsing on the bed. 

After several minutes both of them recovered. Kay was in a blissful state repeating how good it felt to get fucked after four months without. Tony was equally complementary telling Kay her hot pussy was fantastic. 

Then Kay turned to me and said I could stop the camera now. She continued, "That's one. Two more times to get even. Tony if you have a friend we could get together again soon and continue." 

Epilogue

Two weeks later I filmed Kay getting tag teamed by Tony and a friend from the gym. That session went three hours as Kay was nailed from both ends, taken doggy style and brought to orgasm repeatedly as the guys took turns sucking her clit. Her third and last session occurred after hours in the gym that Tony and his friend worked at. Kay smiled as she relayed the story of how her anal cherry was taken while she was laid over the bench press bench.

With her revenge complete, I encourage Kay to put the episode behind her and give her husband a chance to restore the marriage. "Let him know he is forgiven and you are even now but if you ever hear any hint that he is wandering it will immediately be over. Don't tell him any more. Focus on being sexy for him and moving ahead with your life as a couple. You have gotten your revenge, learned a lot about yourself and sex, and had some fun but that is not your future. Give him a call and tell him you can't wait to meet him at the airport. Then wear one of those sexy outfits and show him the time of his life."

And she did. And it worked. And I still watch the tape occasionally.



Extreme Pleasure



The night is dark and stormy the wind howling outside, while inside the fire is burning, perfumed candles lit around the room giving of a heady scent of lavender. Before the fire is set a large white sheepskin rug a bottle of wine two glasses, strawberries and whipped cream, and my toy box.

You come home a long day at work, the roads dangerous and hectic due to the storm. As you enter the house you feel instantly warm, it is dark and you’re puzzled as to where I am. You smell the fragrance in the air and you smile, then on the door in front of you, you see a note, it reads: Follow the rose petals to find me, don’t turn on lights use your senses. You barely see the ground and take off your shoes feeling around with your toes the rose petals leaving a track down the hall. I hear you coming and lay prepared, waiting for the trail to lead you to me.  The rose petals stop at the door to my bedroom, you open the door, no light the thick curtains blocking out all light, and you hear me giggle as I feel you approach. You walk to the bed, and feel around, I am not on it, and you call out 

“Hey where the hell are you” 

I don’t reply; however my breathing is getting faster. You begin to feel around the room, finally you reach the curtains and feel you touch my arm and I hear you say 

“God for a min I did not think you were even here” I giggle and you ask “what is this all about” 

I don’t reply you feel up my arm it seems I am naked but then you feel leather, a strap, you move your hands over my body bits of it covered in leather other bits bare. My arms are in the air and you feel along them to my wrists and realise I am manacled to the curtain bar you moan as your hands feel along my body your fingers touch lightly over my breasts, they stop, my nipples are exposed and you feel them encased in nipple rings the tip of the nipple hanging out of the enclosure of hard steel, you can feel the nipple ring hanging off the end of each nipple the nipples them selves long and hard. You pull on the rings then continue feeling down my naked belly tugging on my navel ring and moving lower, I then feel your lips on my belly and your arms go around my waist pulling me toward you, you lick my belly rolling your tongue inside my navel pulling the ring with your teeth. You hear me moan but it is stifled, you stand up and feel my face you note I am blind folded and gagged you laugh a soft sexy laugh and say 

“pet you know how to arouse me” 

Again you drop to your knees in front of me your hands move to my legs they are spread apart and manacled at the ankle. You hand runs up my inner thighs feeling the soft silkiness of my skin I twitch and moan behind the gag. You run your hand across my mound your finger dips in between my cunt lips and push inside you feel the wetness, and you pull out a finger and lick it I hear you slurp and you moan as you taste my sweet nectar. Then I feel your hands back on my cunt opening me wide your mouth then fixes over my it and I feel you sucking and licking it I feel my body responding to your mouth, your hand reaches behind me and a finger in pushed into my ass I jump and struggle a little against the cuffs that bind me. 

I am moaning my head moving from side to side. I feel your tongue enter my hole flicking inside rolling around my walls begin to suck your tongue as they contract. My body arches I hear the sound of the candles hiss as they flicker and burn I smell the sweet combined scent of my juices and the scent of the candle, my skin on fire the burning of my inner body as I feel the orgasm grow. You hear me moaning beneath the gag and know I am about to cum you stand and remove the gag as you love to hear me call and cry out then quickly you kneel again and place your mouth over my pussy ready to drink my juices as they squirt free from my erupting body. I hear you slurp on my juices my cunt muscles contracting pushing them out and I scream,

 yessssssssss baby omg yessssssssssssssss oghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You stay eating me until my body calms back to normal, my breathing heavy my heart beating, your kiss and lick up my body until you reach my lips and hungrily kiss them, I can feel your cock hard and strong against my belly. I tell you to wait and release me I have further surprises for you. You do what I ask and uncuff me, I reach out and take your cock in my hand and feel it through your cloths as I kiss you.. 

“Sweet baby its your turn now” 

Taking you by the hand I lead you to the fire and things I have prepared. I turn on some soft music and begin to strip you down, you can now see me dressed in a nipple less bra and crutch less panties all leather around my nipples are steel shields with the tip of each nipple exposed and pierced with rings. My cunt and clit rings shining with my juices sparkle in the firelight. I stand before you, you lick your lips and reach out for me, but I don’t come to you yet. I ask you to strip for me, your body impatient you tear off your clothes then lung at me, I back off and ask you to lay down on the rug on your back.. 

You do so your cock now standing tall and proud and throbbing. I reach out and take the can of whipped cream and squirt a trail down your torso around the base of your cock and down each leg, I then arrange the strawberries now dipped in wine along the cream. I begin at your feet licking, sucking eating my way up each leg one at a time, I then move to your torso again licking, sucking eating paying special attention to each nipple circling them sucking them hard into my mouth feeling the tiny hard nubs against my teeth and tongue. Moving my mouth down your torso eating all the cream and strawberries as I go, I circle the base of your cock with my tongue licking slurping, then all of sudden I move my mouth to the tip of your cock engulfing it entirely in my mouth, my throat relaxed as it pushes against it. I close my lips and suck in my cheeks and begin to suck you my mouth moving up and down your shaft my tongue rolling around it as I suck harder tighter, my hand slips to your balls and I roll them in my palm as I suck hard, I hear you moaning your hand moves down and grabs my hair and as your about to cum you pull my head away just far enough for you to cum all over my face spurt after spurt hits my face trickles down and lands on your thighs. I reach over licking it all up as I had the cream licking my smiling lips I lay on top of your body and kiss you. You taste your cum on my lips and tongue and you moan. You pull my body and hold me close telling me you love me, our sweaty bodies against each other, kissing tasting moaning. 

We lay like that for several minutes then I fill our glasses with wine and we don’t talk we sip our wine as we look at each other in the firelight. We both reach out for each other at the same time your hands running over my body mine over yours, our eyes closed as we touch each other. You reach out and pull me down rolling me beneath you, you lift my legs up over my head and push your body against mine, you fumble in the toy box and grab a small vibrator wetting it against my pussy you take it to my ass hole and slide it in then guide your cock to my cunt opening, wet and waiting for you I moan as I feel you push against it, and then feel as your cock slides into my body you reach down and turn the vibrator on that is in my ass and as I am double penetrated you fuck me hard. Your cock ramming in and out of my cunt, my muscles sucking your cock in as far as it can go, our bodies move as one my meeting each thrust my body rocking on my back as you have me doubles back my legs held over my head. Your cock thrusting fucking stretching me as you push harder and harder feeling the vibrator vibrate against your cock making you so horny’

Your hands grab my tits and you arch back and scream out my name as you fuck so hard we both climax together our bodies stiffen our cum joins as reach orgasm together. You collapse on me your breathing fast as is mine our hearts racing we kiss and I tell you you’re the best and I love you, you reach down and remove the vib and we fall asleep wrapped in each others arms.



Extreme Pleasures



Tara Knyveton-Soames was the Head of the Dealing Room at under thirty years of age and her reputation within the bank was awesome. Whatever target came down from above Tara would ensure that it was met; she was ruthless and had an incredible mind for detail so her finger was on the pulse of everything which happened in her little empire. Hardly anyone knew what she was paid but she was the darling of the top floor so her salary would certainly be huge and more than enough to cover the cost of her luxury flat with its panoramic views of The Thames. She did not seem to have any kind of private life; someone who works twelve hour days has little time for any life outside of work.

She knew that she was known behind her back as the Ice Maiden and it was said that the only thing which caused her pulse to race was a computer screen showing all figures in green. But everyone needs a safety valve and someone living in Tara's high pressure world certainly needed a release.

The Friday before Bank Holiday Weekend Tara left the office at seven PM much later than anyone else and, as she sat in her Porche in the office car park, she dialled a number on her cell phone. The voice which answered had a slight foreign accent. Tara gave a code number and some brief details and the voice gave a curt response.

"The usual preparation." Then the call was cut off.

Back at her flat Tara began to make the usual preparations beginning with a scented bath and then taking great care with her makeup and her hair. She was at the appointed meeting place ahead of time wearing a thin summer dress which showed just enough cleavage to be alluring without being tarty. She wore pearl drop gold ear rings and white high heeled sandals. As per instructions she carried no bag and her flat keys were in the pocket of her dress.

Her heart was pounding as she stood on the busy street corner looking around her. Looking just right had been important because if they came to the meeting and saw that she did not look her best they would simply drive past. The dialogue inside her head was intense. She tried to tell herself that she was an adult simply engaging in recreation but another voice cancelled that one out.

"You are standing on a street corner hoping that you have done enough to make them stop and pick you up. You are nothing more than a cheap hooker desperate to attract what you need."

Suddenly a camper van pulled up beside her and the side door slid open. It was dark inside the van and she could just make out the two large men clothed all in black with black balaclavas over their heads. One of them gave an order.

"Get in bitch."

As soon as she placed one foot inside the van things happened very quickly. Her hair was grabbed pulling her forward onto her face on the coarse carpet of the van, a black hood went over her head and she heard the door slammed shut as the van pulled away. Her hands were yanked behind her back and cold handcuffs were snapped into place.

While she was still gasping for air inside the hood she felt the straps of her expensive dress cut away and then the cold steel blade was against her skin and her bra straps were severed allowing her dress and bra to be dragged down almost to her waist so that her naked nipples were being ground into the floor. Her head was now crushed between the floor and a large shoe and she heard the harsh voice threatening her.

"You make one sound or one move and you get a whole world of pain."

As the man kept his foot on her head the other must have knelt beside her as she felt hands go under her body and viciously maul her sensitive breasts before yanking her dress up and painfully groping between her legs. The pickup was always the same but, once she was in their hands, she had no idea what they would do. It changed every time and there was no safe word, no way of making them stop. She was playing by grown up rules and she just had to trust them (she had only a sketchy idea of who they were) that they would ensure that she survived and that they would not hurt her so badly that she would not return for more. Her only guarantee was that if they did hurt her too badly she would not come back and they would lose a good customer. She knew that probably at this very moment a large debit was on its way to her credit card account bearing the innocent narrative "Personal Consulting".

It felt like a very long drive with many stops probably at traffic lights where other vehicles must have been very close to the van but no-one had the slightest idea of what was happening behind the blinds in the back of the camper. Tara was not mauled constantly but this somehow made it worse because she had no way of knowing when they would start again or where their coarse hands would go next. The men were experienced at what they did and were able to build their victim up to a state of sexual arousal and keep her there with every nerve screaming for release. And all the while the dark voices inside Tara's head were telling her that she deserved this; she needed to be punished for all her short-comings which she kept so well hidden from the usual world in which she moved. 

When the van came to a halt the door was slid open and hands under her arms dragged her out so that her feet were on the ground and she was dragged half walking, half sliding. One shoe had come off in the van but she could not manage to dislodge the other one so she was adopting a strange hopping gait as she was forced into a building where she felt the hard concrete floor beneath her feet. All sight was blocked by her hood and her hands were still firmly cuffed behind her back.

Eventually she was pulled to a stop and left to stand unsteadily by herself as her hood was pulled away and she was blinded by spotlights from close in front of her. She knew this place from past visits; it was a huge space which might once have been a factory. The bricks in the walls were black possibly due to paint or perhaps just from decades of grime and filth. At odd places in the walls and floor were sturdy metal fixings which may once have anchored huge machines and iron gantries ran overhead. Up very high were small windows which were so filthy that they let in little light even in daylight and most of the light came from neon strips suspended from the gantries.

The space was partitioned by brick walls which divided the building into large areas but the walls did not reach all across the floor so the tormentors could easily move between spaces to work on many inmates. Tara had only ever seen other victims when both she and they were masked but she could hear them all the time. There was never silence here because everything which happened in this place ran to the sound track of screams and of the orders and obscenities shouted by the tormentors.

Here Tara knew that she was not Tara; she was whatever the tormentors wanted to call her which was usually a variation of stupid useless cunt. And that was why she kept coming back. She knew she was somewhere in London but she might as well have been a thousand miles from that other world where everything was her responsibility and her mind was constantly juggling a thousand small details. Here she had no responsibilities except to endure the pain and the humiliation. Life here was simpler because nothing was under her control so it was like being as she had been so many years before when her Daddy had punished her for falling short of his very reasonable standards. She understood punishment and here every short coming was punished and a little of her deep seated guilt could be taken away by the pain. Here she is finally liberated from the shackles which make up her world outside.

She tried to imagine what she looked like to the men whose dark shapes she could see moving just beyond the powerful lights. Her hair was in disarray, she was naked down to her belly with her torn dress and bra around her waist and she was still tottering awkwardly upon one shoe. A man came from behind her and stood with his face an inch from hers. He was dressed like all the tormentors in black jeans and a black t shirt with a cowl covering his head so that she could see his mouth and his eyes were only visible through the eyeholes in the cowl.

"Do you know how fucking disgusting you are you slut? Do you?"

She whimpered something and his hands darted out to squeeze and twist her nipples causing her to twist her body in a futile attempt to ride with what he was doing and to ease her pain.

"Am I hurting you Slag?"

"Yss Sir."

"NO I AM NOT HURTING YOU. I am going to hurt you but I have not even started yet."

His hand crashed into the side of her face sending her crashing to the hard, cold floor where it seemed several men fell upon her dragging every last stitch of clothing from her body. Then they pulled back leaving her curled up in a cold naked ball on the floor and a sergeant major voice ordered her to her feet.

It was not easy standing up while still handcuffed but she pulled herself to her feet aware of how pathetic she must look to the watching tormentors. As soon as she was on her feet once again squinting into the spotlights she was hit by a high pressure jet of freezing water from behind the lights. The jet crashed into her belly winding her and then it played across her body and face making her once again lose her footing and crash to the floor where the water continued to assault her.

Suddenly the water stopped and she remained in a foetal position shivering on the floor until hands from above grabbed her and pulled her to her feet where she stood unsteadily facing the harsh spotlights. The lead tormentor came and stood in front of her then he began to slowly walk around his victim intimidating her with his size and closeness. She knew from the way that he had spoken that this man was not simply a thug, he had been educated which made him more frightening as he understood the psychology of stripping away a person's dignity piece by tiny piece and when he used violence it would be calculated and clinical.

Without warning a stinging slap landed on her left buttock and she stumbled forward.

"Stand Still Bitch."

She pulled herself to a sort of attention despite her hands still being cuffed behind her. A second slap stung her right buttock but she managed to stand more or less still. In her mind's eye she saw herself as he was seeing her with her hair which had so recently been perfectly arranged sticking to her face and cold water running down her body which was still shivering. Her lip turned inwards as she fought to keep from crying. The man was beside her now and she felt his hot breath in her left ear then his hands were removing her earring and he went to the other side and did the same. The ear rings were real gold and it was unlikely that she would see them again; they could take whatever they liked while she was here. Her clothes lay scattered around her on the floor and most of them were ruined and unwearable. She hoped that someone would retrieve her flat keys from the pocket of her dress and give it to her when she was released but she knew that nothing was guaranteed.

She had not eaten since a hasty sandwich eaten at her desk at lunchtime but the tormentors knew that a body can live without food for up to two weeks and no-one here cared about the hot bile which kept rising in her throat or about her hunger pangs and stomach cramps. Her mouth was parched and dry but she told herself that she could do this. When she had been at her convent school the nuns had refined humiliating punishments to an art form and she recalled two events in her sixth form year when the schoolgirl had turned into a woman but was still subject, despite her eighteen years, to school discipline.

On one occasion she had been horsing around on the field at morning break and torn her skirt so she had been made to spend the rest of the day in just her knickers despite the presence of male staff. At another time she was judged to have been insubordinate and had been sentenced to spend a whole afternoon lying face down in the corridor in her gym pants and singlet while the business of the school went on around her. She keenly remembered the burning humiliation of these events but she also recalled how she had not been able to keep from becoming very aroused at the same time. Humiliation had become a drug and, although it hurt, something kept drawing her to experience it again and again.

He was in front of her again now and he shouted another order.

"Get your legs apart."

When she obeyed he landed a slap directly onto her most sensitive part. It was nothing like as hard as the slaps on her behind but it hurt sufficiently to draw a scream from her dry throat and she hated the grin which spread across his face as he slapped her again in the same place. He put his hand into his pocket and she saw the metal items which he withdrew. She could not keep from moaning and shifting her feet as he put his hand between her legs and began to tease out her most sensitive little folds of flesh before she felt the cruel teethed crocodile clips bite into her flesh. She was sucking in her breath and breathing out rapidly through her nose in an effort to control the pain as he slowly held up the small lead balls with the little hooked chains attached.

It took a huge effort of will to avoid begging with him not to hang the weights from her flesh but she could not prevent her head from shaking from side to side and her eyes pleading for mercy. Of course he did suspend the weights from the silver clips and the pain was terrible but she drew it into herself as the man began to rub her already sore nipples. She knew what was coming and she whimpered as he clipped her nips and again attached little weights to the clips.

The pain was indescribable but things could only get worse as he barked at her to run on the spot and then to jump up and down causing the ironmongery to drag on her tender flesh. As she helplessly carried out the parody of school PE lessons she silently cursed the nuns who had instilled this deep need in her for humiliation.

The body's capacity to adapt to pain is amazing and as she went through her enforced exercise the adrenaline produced allowed her to deal with the pain but it returned sharply when he made her stand still so that he could briskly remove all four clamps which had become embedded into her flesh so each one caused a burst of agony as it was ripped away leaving little smears of blood.

Once again they stood face to face so close that she could smell and feel his breath and he spat into her face. She controlled her instinctive reaction and he did it again and again and again until her whole face was running with blobs of his saliva. She heard the laughter of the other men standing around watching and then her tormentor landed more slaps to her face making her ears ring and her cheeks burn cruelly. With a careless word to his assistants the man delivered a final blob of saliva into her left eye, turned his back and walked away.

Immediately hands gripped her forearms hard enough to leave bruises and marched her across the floor to the corner of the space where something like a jail cell out of a Western movie had been constructed. Two sides of it were the back wall and the side wall of the space and the other sides were made up of black iron bars. She was thrown into the cell so hard that she rebounded from the back wall and landed heavily on the floor and the gate clanged shut. They left her there on the floor of her cage. 

She was locked in a five foot cube with a metal grating for a roof and she was on a rough cold concrete floor. The only things inside the cell apart from herself were an empty plastic washing up bowl and a plastic dog bowl full of water. She tried to calculate how long it was since she had voluntarily stepped inside the camper van. It was probably not long which meant that she had many hours of her sentence still left to serve. Would they simply leave her here alone in this cell or had they just gone to set up further tortures for her? She had no way of knowing; all she could do was to slake her thirst from the dog bowl and listen to the piercing screams which were coming from someone in a nearby part of the factory. She wondered what was being done to that other young woman and whether she herself would soon be begging for mercy.

In that far away world where Tara lived it had been a very busy day in the Dealing Room so, against all probability, she actually fell asleep in her small cell and was abruptly brought back to wakefulness when she was grabbed under the arms and dragged out into the larger punishment area. She realised that she was being pulled towards a low table such as might be used for a Japanese Tea Ceremony. The wooden table was long and fairly narrow with legs which kept it about a foot off the ground and the still handcuffed woman was pushed down onto her back on the table with the handcuffs digging into her wrists as they were pressed between the wood and her body.

The three or four tormentors still wore their cowls but jeans and t shirts had been exchanged for black satin gowns belted around the waist. As soon as she was on her back the first man shed his gown revealing his naked body with his manhood jumping to attention. It was obvious what was going to happen but they did not give her time to think about it. 

The man came down upon her and clamped his mouth over her small button nose as she felt the solid iron like rod pressing between her legs. He was not in any mood for gentle foreplay and he clearly had no interest in whether or not she was ready to receive him. This was rape plain and simple but she had voluntarily placed herself in a position where she had no recourse at all. His attack was brutal and painful and yet, to her disgust, she realised that she was responding to him. Her body was responding to the attacker as she moistened and her back arched as she came up to meet him.

She had no sense of time but at some point he was no longer on top of her and another took his place. The sad fact was that this was the only way that the woman could have any sexual release -- could have any sexual pleasure. In her early twenties she had a brief fling with the only man who could bring her body alive but he had done it by being rough with her and sensible, proud Tara had broken off the relationship telling him that he had no idea of how a lady should be treated. Since that time she had only ever become truly alive when she was here in this dark place being violated by these skilful masked strangers.

She could not be sure how many they were, perhaps it was five but the attack went on and on as her body was pulled into whatever position they desired so that they could use her pussy, her lips and her anus. The latter was truly a horror for her; to be taken in this way cut her to her very soul and even on a simple physical level the pain was like being cut open with a knife but the true pain, the true agony was in her mind as she faced the fact of what she was allowing them to do to her. It was dirty and she was a dirty girl for needing it. This was all her fault; she had chosen to come here and she deserved everything which was done to her because that horrid dark abnormality in her makeup drove her to need this, to desire this, to crave it. She knew that she truly was the disgusting pervert which her Daddy had once told her that she was.

When it ended she was off the table and lying on her back, legs splayed, on the cold concrete panting with her reddened body glistening with her sweat mingled with their sweat and their semen which even covered her face and was beginning to dry and mat in her hair.

She was barely conscious but they had an answer to that. Two buckets of frozen water were dumped over her and then strong arms pulled her upwards and she dimly realised that her handcuffs were being released leaving ugly purple rings of bruising around her wrists. Broad leather straps were tightened about her wrists and fastened to the ends of a black bar so that her arms were spread wide above her head as the bar was winched upwards and her ankles were placed in straps and anchored to rings in the floor.