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Fantasies 01

By: LexiRoseLexi



You've been texting me all day. A few hours ago, at your last break I told you I was at a nightclub near you. Now you've finished work the idea of joining me crosses your mind. You reckon last entry must be around 1am and that gives you just enough time to get home, showered and changed. Of course you don't tell me this when you text me, just that you've finished work and you're headed home. 

It takes me a while to reply, by which time you're showered and changed and wondering if maybe I've hooked up with someone and gone home, or even just gotten bored and gone home. My reply when it comes is simple enough, "main room rubbish, cheese room rubbish, dancing away in the back room, air con broken but music's awesome."

You send a generic reply saying that you're glad I'm enjoying myself but that you have an early start and I send back almost immediately "sweet dreams my dirty lil fb." You smile thinking I clearly have no idea what you mean by early start, and set off for town. 

By the time you arrive it's almost 1am and the doorman

make a big deal of checking your ID and making sure you're not drunk. It's frustrating but you bite your tongue, thinking of how you're going to surprise me. 

Eventually they let you through and you climb the stairs. 

The club is busy and you figure the room at the top of the stairs must be the main room. They're playing a strange mix of chart hits, oldies and random rock and you move to the window, scanning the room just checking that I'm not there. Most of the people seem to be men and you can't see me but you linger a bit longer just to make sure, kicking yourself for not asking what I was wearing when you had the chance. Your signal in the club is pretty poor. 

Finally after about 15 minutes you decide I'm not here, you walk back to the stairs and through the doorway to what appears to be a quieter room, there's people sitting on the sofas and a doorway to the right leading to the toilets. You quickly establish I'm not there and decide to move on through the doorway at the end of the corridor. 

As soon as you step into the room you realise this must be the cheese room. There seems to be several hen parties of various ages and at the far end a line of queuing people. You're unsure what they're queuing for until you realise that door leads outside and probably to the smoking area. You consider joining the queue to see if I'm outside but realise that will take away the element of surprise so instead you lean against the bar, ordering a coke when the barman approaches you, again scanning the room for me. 

You see a girl in a blue dress who looks like me from the back, but once she turns you realise you were mistaken. Again you scan the room an the queue, the smoking area looks like its one in one out and you can't imagine I'd have taken 20 minutes for a cigarette, instead you start looking around for the other room I told you about. 

You look around and can't see anything so you figure it must be leading off one of the other rooms. You go back to investigate but find only doors marked 'staff only' and so you return to the cheese room. This isn't going as you planned.

You look around again but can only see the door to the smoking area. You're ready to give up when you see a girl walk past the bar and through a little door marked 'exit'. She doesn't look like staff so you push your way around the bar and through the little doorway. The heat hits you as you cross the threshold and you know you're in the right place. 

The room seems empty if you ignore the dance floor. There's no bar in here and no one standing around the edges. There are, however, a good hundred people dancing in front of you. 

You look through the crowd and still you don't see me. But where else can I be? Feeling a bit stupid you walk around the edge of the crowd towards the tatty seats at the edge and you sit down. That's when you spot me. 

I'm leaning against a pillar, eyes closed, hands in the air, wearing a short, tight, black dress and very high heels with what you presume to be hold ups since you know I don't wear tights. The dress rides up slightly as I dance and you catch a glimpse of bare leg above the lacy tops. You guessed right. You're wondering whether to come over to me when you see a guy dance over close and say something in my ear. You see me open my eyes and hold up my hand. The guy smiles and backs away and you wonder what I said to him but already I'm dancing by myself again, eyes closed, lost in the music. 

You watch for a little while longer, seeing the same routine repeated a few times before pushing your way up behind me and placing your hands on my hips, saying in my ear "wanna dance?"

I turn slightly, holding up my hand and with my eyes still closed say "sorry babe, my husband doesn't like me dancing with randoms." I move away from you and you notice I'm wearing a ring on my left hand. I'm still dancing so you move closer and wrap your arms around me, saying "you don't have a husband!" and kissing the back of my neck. I open my eyes in shock and try to turn around but you won't allow it, pulling my hips back to yours and resting your head against my neck. I struggle to pull away taking your hands in mine to pull them off me and turning my head to look at you. You hear me breathe "oh" and relax back against you, my hands no longer pulling at yours, instead reaching up and behind my head to link loosely behind your neck. 

Your hands are still on my hips and you feel me start to move again, rubbing myself against you in time with the music. You move your hands up to my waist and I drop mine, turning in your arms to kiss you, grabbing your arse and moving so one of your legs is between mine. I link my arms behind your head again and start to rub myself against your leg. You wonder what I'm doing for a moment then catch a glimpse of my face and it clicks. You bend your legs slightly and press me harder against you as I rub myself against your leg. You feel yourself getting hard and thank god you wore jeans an it's dark. 

You feel my hands slip under your t-shirt and inside your jeans, gripping your arse and pulling you closer so I'm rubbing my clit on your leg but also rubbing myself against your cock each time I move. I haven't cut my nails and they dig in slightly as you can see me getting closer to orgasm. 

You grab my wrists and pull them out of your trousers, "naughty" you say in my ear and I run my hand over the front of your trousers before turning and dancing in front of you, my back to you. 

You grab my hips and pull me back hard to you so I can feel how hard you are against my arse. "Your fault," you say next to my ear and I just grin, rubbing myself against you, making you even harder. 

You want to lift my skirt and fuck me against the pillar right now but you haven't been drinking and don't really fancy anyone from work hearing about it so you content yourself with grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the entrance. 

"Hey!" I protest, "I was dancing there!"

"Tough!" you say, leading me down the stairs, "Where's your car?"

I pout and look a bit grumpy before breaking into a grin and walking off, you're surprised at how fast I can walk in these heels given that I'm not a 'girly' girl and start to catch up before realising that each step raises my skirt by a tiny amount each time. 

You fall back, content to watch, until the skirt rides up enough that you can see the skin of my legs showing above my hold-ups and realise that yet again I'm not wearing underwear. 

You stride forward and grab me round the waist, knocking me off balance so I grab your shoulders and you push me back against the wall, my legs spreading automatically and wrapping round your legs so I don't fall. 

You stumble slightly before getting your balance and kissing me roughly, pushing your hips into mine so I can feel how hard you are. "Tease!" you say accusingly, but I just grin and catch your lower lip between my teeth and suck. 

You step away abruptly so I have to catch myself to stop from falling and you grab my hand. "Where the fuck is your car?" you growl. 

"At home," I reply and you almost scream your frustration before clocking what I'm holding in my hand. 

"Fancy testing the beds in the Holiday Inn?" I ask with a grin. 

Swiftly you change direction, steering me in the direction of the hotel. Luckily there's no one on reception and I let us in with my card, leading you to the lifts and pressing the call button impatiently. 

Once inside the lift I push you back against the door, kissing you and shoving my hand down the front of your trousers, wanting to touch you. You almost fall backwards when the doors open and you grab my card to find the room number before opening the door and pushing me inside. 

Before the door's even closed you're pushing me up against it, one hand reaching behind my neck to pull me closer and kiss, the other one pushing my skirt up and reaching between my legs. 

When you feel how wet I am you let out an involuntary groan and I reach out, undoing your jeans and letting them fall to the floor as you push two fingers inside me, followed by your rock hard cock. 

I gasp as you enter me and wrap one leg around your waist so you can fill me entirely, the stiletto heel digging into the back of your leg. You grab my other knee and lift that leg around your waist as well, thrusting into me hard as I bite my lip and gasp, you feel so good. 

You place both my hands round your neck and grab my arse, pushing me back against the door with each thrust. I'm moaning now with each movement you make and you can feel me tightening around you. You try to slow down but I pull your head closer to bite your lip and wriggle my hips and you can't help yourself. You push yourself into me harder and faster and hear me cry out as I cum around you. The sound and sensation of me cumming is too much for you, you try to hold off but slowing down just feels better and with two deep thrusts you come inside me, holding my limp body as my legs slip from your waist to the floor. "Fuck," you whisper and I grin, "Bed's over there," I say, lifting my legs to circle your waist again. 

"So it is," you smile, and carry me over, still inside me, before depositing me on the pillow and landing on top of me. "So how about we test this thing out?" ...

Fantasies 01



I'm so excited for you to come home tonight. I know it's only been a week but it's felt like a really long week. I'm so damn horny and I need to be fucked.

I know you're excited too. 

I've been sending you dirty text messages all day. Telling you what I want you to do to me. I can't wait. 

I put my hand up my skirt and touch my self. 

God, I am so turned on. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm."

I bite my lip. 

I lick my finger. 

Push my panties aside and rub my clit. 

It's already so swollen. My inside has been throbbing all day and I am so wet. 

I glance at the clock again. 

"Snap out of it." I tell myself, 'get back to work.'

Finally 5 o'clock comes. 

I rush out the door. Thrilled I'll be seeing you in a few hours. 

I get home and change out of my work clothes and step into the shower. 

I turn the water on. My body is so hyper sensitive and everything is turning me on. I lather up my body extra slow enjoying the sensations. 

I put the shower hose up to my clit and let the water beat on it. "Oh God, that feels good." 

I'm so tempted to cum but I promised I wouldn't and somehow you would know. I'm sure of it.

I towel off and put on the coconut lotion that you love.

As requested I put on your favorite red, lace panties and matching push up bra. 

I grab one of your dress shirts to wear while I make dinner. 

I check myself out in the mirror and squeeze my tits. I think you'll approve. 

I freshen my make up and head downstairs to make your favorite dinner. 

I've got my headphones on and I'm standing at the sink washing vegetables for a salad. 

You're early and I don't hear you come in. 

You sneak up behind me. 

Grab me by the waist and push your hard cock against me. 

Your hands go up my shirt and you squeeze my tits. 

You lift my hair to the side and start kissing my neck. Gently biting me and sucking me. 

"Mmmmmmmmm." 

I'm squirming in your arms. 

'You know how CRAZY that makes me.' 

I try to turn around and kiss you but you push me against the sink and say "don't move." 

You rip open my shirt and take it off, tossing it to the floor. I'm standing in my bra and panties. 

You grind your cock up against me. "You've been a bad girl, teasing me all day with your text messages." 

You cup my pussy and give it a few taps. "Oh my God baby, you're so fucking wet." 

I lean back against you, resting my head on your shoulder.

"My pussy missed you baby." 

You put your hand inside my panties and finger my pussy. 

"Oh, fuck baby, you are so wet for me." 

You bring your finger up to your lips and lick it. 'So sweet.' 

You undo my bra and grab my nipples. You pinch and twist them making me wince in pain. "Ouch baby." 

You don't care. You keep pinching and pulling at them until they're big and hard, just how you like them. 

"Mmmmmm" you grind your cock against me. 

I plead with you. "I want your cock so bad baby. Let me feel it." 

I try to turn around but you don't let me. You've still got me pinned against the countertop. 

You scold me. "I told you NOT to move." 

"I'm sorry." 

You snap back at me. "You're sorry who?" 

"I'm sorry Sir." 

You run your hands down to my pussy and slip your fingers inside me. 

"Oh, damn baby your juice is dripping out of you." You move your fingers in me, coating them with my honey.

You bring them up to my lips. 

"Taste." You command. 

I take your fingers into my mouth and lick them off slowly. Teasing you. Sucking your fingers like I want to suck your cock. 

"Oh, yeah baby, suck my fingers clean. That's it." 

You put your fingers in me again and bring them back up to my mouth. 

"Lick." 

I do as you say. 

You grab my chin and turn my face to look at you. 

You shove your fingers deeper into my mouth. 

You kiss me hard and bite my lip. 'Do you like the way your pussy tastes?' 

"Mmm hmmm." I nod my head, 'yes.' 

You slap my ass hard and it stings. 

I jump. "Ahhhhh, ouch." 

I wasn't expecting that. 

"Yes WHO?" You say. 

"Yes Sir." I whimper. 

That's right. You refer to me as Sir. Don't you forget again. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Sir." I say. 

"Very good then" and you caress my sore bottom. 

You get down on your knees and pull my panties down.

You start giving me wet kisses on my ass. You grab my ass in your hands. "I love your ass baby. You have such a sexy, squeezable ass" and you smack it again. 

"Spread your cheeks for me." 

I do as I'm told. 

"Yeah, just like that." 

You bury your face in my ass. Kissing my little pink rose bud, licking it with your tongue. 

I love when you get nasty. "Oh baby that feels so good." 

You're slobbering on my ass and I can feel your spit dripping down to my pussy hole.

I grind my ass onto your face. "Oh damn baby. That's what I want." 

You yank my arm and turn me around. You kiss me hard, biting my lip and sucking my tongue. 

You grab my chin and look at me. Your eyes have the wild, lustful look in them. 

You kiss me again "damn, I missed you."

You grab my hand and lead me to the dinner table. 

You smack my ass. "Get up there. I want you to hold your legs open and let me look at your pussy. I want to see what I'm eating."

I do as you tell me. 

You sit at a chair and look at my cunt. Inspecting it like some scientist. 

You rub it gently. "I love your pussy baby. It's so pretty."

You say, "I love these pussy lips" and you tug at them and lick them very lightly, just to tease me. 

You take them into your mouth and suck them. 

You use your finger to open my hole and lick the opening, you stick your tongue in. 

"I love tongue fucking you. I love sucking up all of your sweet juice." 

You bury your face into my cunt and just lick me and suck me. Your slobbering all over my pussy and your driving me crazy. My legs are shaking and it feels so fucking incredible. 

"Oh my God, baby." I grab your head and hold it down. 

I'm practically screaming. I haven't gotten off in a week. 

"Mmmmmmmm. YES! Eat me baby. Ahhhh. Fuck. That is so good!" 

You take my clit into your mouth and gently suck it. "Ooooohhhhh, ahhhhhh." 

You finger me, feeling the inside of my pussy and my muscles clench around you. 

"Oh fuck, you're pussy is so fucking tight." 

You slowly lick me from my clit to my ass savoring the smell and taste of my sweet cunt. 

Your mouth feels amazing. Everything feels amazing and I feel like I'm losing control. 

The sensations are so intense.

I need to cum. 

You stuff your face into my pussy and I hear a muffled "I love your fucking pussy baby." 

You take my clit in your mouth and suck it. Not letting up. I swear your trying to make me insane. My whole body is beginning to tremble. 

You finger my G Spot. 

I'm breathing so fast. 

"Ohhhh. Baby." 

'Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh.' 

'Mmmmmm.' 

'That feels so good." 

I grab your head and shove it into my pussy. I can't help but fuck your face. I'm desperate to get off. 

"Mmmmmmmmm. Oh my God." I yell, Eat your pussy baby."

You oblige and continue sucking my clit and alternate licking my hole and fingering my 'G spot.' 

I'm so fucking turned on. I'm thrashing my head from side to side and moaning so loudly I'm sure the neighbors can hear me. My legs are shaking against your face. 

I grab your head and hold it against my clit. I grind into your face. 

"Oh my God baby. You're gonna make me cum." 

You lift my ass off the table and bring my pussy right up to your mouth. You suck and lick my clit. 

"I'm gonna cum so hard." 

'Ahhhh, Ahhhhhh, mmmmmmm, fuck baby.' 'Make me cum.' 

'Make that pussy cum.' 

I'm screaming and fucking your face. 

I can't control myself. 

My body shudders and my pussy explodes with one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced. 

You rest your head on my stomach as I try to come down from that high. 

My whole body is shaking and my pussy muscles just keep contracting. It's like wave after wave of pleasure. 

I try to tell you that was the most incredible, most intense orgasm I ever had. 

I felt it through my whole body.

I want to tell you but I'm still trying to catch my breath. 

You let me rest for a minute and pour us drinks. 

You hand me a class. "Here babe, a nice shot of whiskey to smooth things out." 

I gulp it down and then sip another. "Ok, I'm starting to recover." 

You don't let me rest long though. 

You smack my thigh. "Come on, there's still much work to be done." 

You hold my hands and pull me up to you. 

You kiss me passionately and gently suck my lips. 

I begin to undress you. How you managed to keep your clothes on all this time I don't know. 

I kiss your body as I go along. 

I run my hands over your strong chest and I bite your nipples. 

I look at you in awe. "God, you are sexy. I grab your ass and pull you towards me. 

You take off your pants and your hard cock springs out. 

I pull you against me and suck your lips. You tease my hole with the head of your cock. I try to move into you but you don't let me. 

"Ummmm, not so fast. You have work to do." 

You rub your cock up and down my wet pussy. Putting the head in and moving it in and out. Slapping my clit with it. 

"You love making me crazy." 

"You want this cock baby?" 

I bite my lip and nod my head "yes." 

I can see the lust in your eyes but you have more self control than me. 

You grab my face and look at me. 

"If you want my cock you have to work for it." 

'You have to earn it.'

'Now, get on your knees and suck me.'

You push me down onto the floor.

"Open your mouth all the way. I want my cock down your throat." 

You grab my head and start fucking my mouth. 

I'm gagging on the massiveness of your cock as you ram it in my mouth and down my throat. 

"Oh, fuck. I love when you fucking choke on my cock." 

You won't let me swallow and your dick is covered with spit. It's dripping all over your cock and balls. Down my chin and onto my tits. 

"Oh fuck baby. I love when you slobber on my cock. You look like such a little slut drooling all over my big dick. Suck my balls baby." 

I suck your balls into my mouth and move my tongue around them. I jerk your cock. 

You look down at me. " You look so sexy with my balls in your mouth, stroking my cock." 

You take your cock in your hand and smack my face with it. "Stick out your tongue." 

I do. 

You slap your dick on my tongue and fuck my mouth. 

"Ahhhh, come here baby." You pull me up and grab my waist and guide me onto your cock. 'Sit on my dick baby.'

'Oh! FUCK! That feels so fucking good.'

You hold my waist and bounce me up and down on your dick. 

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, yeah baby, fuck me. God, I love your cock."

Your grab my tits and fuck me so hard. 

"Baby get on your hands and knees." 

I do as you say. 

You come up behind me and push me down. "Get all the way down baby." You push my head against the floor. 

"That's it! I want you just like that." 

You grab my shoulders and slam your dick into me.

"Slow down baby. It's too deep. That hurts baby." 

I put my hand against you to try and slow you down but you just keep pounding me. 

You're so turned on you can't control yourself now. 

You slap my ass. "I love fucking you. Your pussy is like a fucking vice grip baby. I'm gonna cum. Where do you want my cum?" 

"I want you to cum inside me. Shoot your load deep into my pussy." 

I fuck your back. I can tell your getting close. 'Ahhhh, baby, cum for me. Give me your hot cream.' 

You grab me tighter and fuck me harder. 

"Ohhhhhh, fuck." You slap my ass. 

Your making your cave man sounds now. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, here baby. Here it comes." 

You explode inside me and I can feel your hot cum filling my pussy. 

There is so much cum. 

"Oh, fuck!" You collapse on top of me. 

We turn over and you pull me up next to you. You put your fingers inside me and dig out your cock juice. 

"Eat it!" You put your fingers in my mouth and I happily oblige. 

I open my mouth. "More please." 

"Oh, you're such a dirty girl."



Fantasies 02



You wake up to brilliant sunlight pouring through the gaps in the curtains and panic. What time is it? You reach for your phone and curse, it's almost 10am and you're late for work. You start to dial the number, frantically trying to think of a decent excuse, when all of a sudden it hits you and you let out a sigh of relief, you're not working today. They called you in yesterday meaning that you had to cancel on me last minute which was regrettable, but also meaning that you can't work today which isn't so bad. 

You lie back in bed, thinking that maybe you should get up and make an effort to get up and do some of the things you've been putting off when you remember there was an unread text on your phone. 

You open it to read my message. It simply says "Blendr" and was sent 5 minutes ago. That must have been what woke you up. 

You grab the iPad and fire up the app. There are three messages from me, "Too nice a day to be working," a location and a photo. You click on the photo and grin, I'm sitting on my car bonnet leaning back against the windscreen, legs bent so you can see right up my red skirt to my white lacy panties. You shake your head, thinking that I seem to have a never ending naughty streak. Then you click on the location, just out of curiosity. The tag seems to be stuck on a little road in the middle of nowhere, you zoom out and realise I'm actually not too far from you. The thought crosses your mind that maybe you could join me, but that would require driving and you really can't be bothered today. 

You're just about to put the iPad down again when another photo pops up. What am I up to now? The photo's taking an age to load and you consider saving it for later but then it loads. I'm standing naked, leaning back against a tree, one foot on the floor, the other leg bent with my foot resting against the tree, one arm across my chest, hiding my nipples. Nice. 

You exit out of the photo to see I've sent you another, on this one I'm lying on a blanket, legs spread, with my little toy pressed against my clit. Another message pops up, "Wish u were here ;)"

Half an hour later you're in your car driving down a tiny country road, I do end up in some random places! You spot my car pulled into the side of the road and pull up behind it, wondering which way I would have gone. 

There's a wooden signpost just in front of the car saying "footpath" and you decide to follow it. It's really quite hot now and you can hear crickets in the long grass to your right. You follow the path up the hill and past a little copse of trees, you think you recognise one of them as being the one I was leaning against and then smile, how would you recognise a tree, they all look the same. Nevertheless the image of me naked against the tree slows you down and you can feel yourself getting hard imagining just what you'd do if I was standing there now. 

You realise you're getting distracted, and given my penchant for never staying still I could easily be back at the car before you find me if you don't get a move on. You walk along the path a little further until you reach the top of the hill and you glance around. A glimpse of red amongst the long grass in front of you catches your eye and you move closer, realising as you get near that you were right, it's me. I'm lying on my front on a blanket, knees bent and feet swinging back and forth in the air, a book open in front of me. I'm wearing nothing but a pair of headphones, and knowing how much I like loud music you take the opportunity to sneak up behind me, grinning as you catch sight of a bottle of water at the end of the blanket. 

Slowly you reach over and pick it up, feeling how cold it still is against your palm as you unscrew the lid. You lift it to your mouth and take a quick swig before upending the whole bottle over my back!

I scream and jump up, headphones falling out of my ears as I rain punches on your arms and chest. Ok so maybe that wasn't a good idea you think as you grab my wrists and hold them out to the side to stop me hitting you. I look pretty angry right now, dripping all over the blanket and my book, luckily the water missed my bag and clothes, piled just above the blanket. 

I glare at you, saying nothing and you take advantage of my nakedness, looking me up and down, your trousers feeling very tight now. 

"Funny guy huh?" I spit and you laugh. This doesn't have the desired effect, making me angrier and struggle to free my hands, my wriggling making my breasts bounce around enticingly. I catch where you're looking and say "Pervert!" but you can see I like the idea of you looking at me and getting excited. 

You want to touch me but you have the horrible feeling I'm not done pummelling you yet and you don't intend to give me the opportunity to get a hand free just in case. Instead you raise both my hands above my head so that you can grip both my wrists in one hand before running the other hand over my hard nipples and reaching between my legs. I'm warm and very wet, clearly not as angry as I'm trying to make out, and my eyes fall closed as you push two fingers inside me before rubbing them teasingly over my clit. You watch my face and hear me let out a little moan as I bite my lip. 

You raise your wet fingers to my mouth and slide them along my bottom lip, moaning as you watch me follow your fingers with my tongue before sucking them into my mouth and licking my juices from them. 

You realise I've opened my eyes and I'm looking straight at you as I suck on your fingers, my pupils dilated with arousal. 

You take the risk of letting go of my hands and they drop limply to my side, you pull gently on your fingers and I suck harder, reminding you of how it feels when I suck on your cock. This is ridiculous, you're about ready to cum already and all I've done is suck on your fingers! You pull harder and your fingers slide out of my mouth with a little pop, shocking me out of my immobility. I reach for your belt but you stop me, pulling me down to the wet blanket and stroking your hands across my damp breasts and back. 

Leaning towards me you put your hands on my shoulders and kiss me, my hands coming up to loop behind your neck. Pulling your head closer so that I can kiss you harder I sigh. The warm sun on my skin is drying me quickly and the feel of your lips is warming me up in a different way. 

Suddenly you pull back and throw my clothes at me, "Get dressed," you say, "I have an idea!" snatching back my panties and putting them in your back pocket with a naughty grin. 

Quickly I drag my skirt and t-shirt over my damp skin and thrust my bra into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. You bunch up the wet blanket and take my hand, pulling me quickly back down the hill towards the cars. 

You dump the balled up blanket on the bonnet of my car and spread it out roughly, pushing my bag off my shoulder so it drops to the floor and lifting me onto the bonnet. I grin as you fumble to undo your belt and your trousers. They drop to the floor and you make a small noise of annoyance but decide not to bother about that now. You're too hard and you can't waste time trying to sort them out. You grab my ankles and lift them to your shoulders, pulling my hips roughly towards you as I fall back against the bonnet. With one hand you rub the tip of your cock over my dripping wet pussy before pushing yourself in hard as far as you can get. You groan and I gasp as I feel how hard you are. As you grip my hips hard and start pumping in and out of me I reach down and start rubbing my clit, letting out little moans as you hit against me, pushing me up the bonnet with each thrust. 

You watch my face and my fingers as you move, seeing that point where I forget to breathe again and feeling me jerk and cry out as I convulse around you, squeezing you tight. My fingers reach round to scrape my fingernails over your balls and you quicken your thrusting as I dig my nails into your buttocks, encouraging you to go harder and faster. With a groan you push into me one last time and feel yourself cum deep inside me. With a sigh you release my hips and lean forward to kiss me, the only sound our unsteady breathing and the birds singing in the trees above our heads.



Fantasies 03



Once again work has fucked you about and you have an unexpected free day. You text me to bitch and I tell you that I'm working in town today. I suggest you join me, you're reluctant at first but I manage to talk you around and we agree to meet at the McDonald's in town. 

I get a coffee and sit down to wait for you, using the time to submit a few reports on my BlackBerry. 

When you arrive you see me in the corner, engrossed in my work, headphones in. I'm in standard work clothes, black shirt, grey pencil skirt and black heels with ankle straps. You've never seen me in work gear before and its strange to see me dressed in 'grown up' clothes. You slide into the booth opposite me and I look up and smile, closing my phone and slipping it into my bag. I drain my coffee and tell you to come with me as I stand. You ask where we're going and I tell you I have something I need to do. You assume I mean work and I don't correct you, walking quickly down the pedestrianised area and turning into a department store on the left. You follow me round as I pick up a few dresses seemingly at random and head towards an unmanned concession at the back corner of the store. 

As we reach the corner I turn into a doorway on the right and you see a door that says 'Family Changing Room'. I try the door and it opens easily, you see me glance around and then beckon you inside. You look around but there's no one else in sight so you follow me in and I lock the door. The changing room is large an one wall is completely taken up by a mirror. There are mirrors angled at each side and facing it is a dark brown leather sofa and two beanbags. 

I hang the dresses on the door and place my bag in the corner, saying that I just need to try on the clothes. "Hmm," you think, concluding I must be in a teasing mood again. You're happy to play along though so you take a seat on the sofa and sit back to watch as I start to unbutton my shirt. Underneath it I'm wearing a pink lace bra and you can see a wire taped between my breasts, leading down to a small case clipped to my waistband. You figure this must be the camera I was telling you about and you wonder for a second if I'm recording this, before I slowly pull off the tape and unclip the case, folding the shirt and laying it over the back of the sofa and placing the case on top, leaning over to give you a quick kiss before turning around and asking you to unzip my skirt. 

You sit up and slide the zip down slowly, revealing matching pink lacy panties. You didn't think I owned a matching set and in fact you're surprised I'm wearing any at all but you're not complaining. I bend over and slip the skirt off and you can see that the crotch of my panties is damp. You catch a glimpse of my nipples in the mirror as I lean down and my bra gapes slightly. You find you're not quite sure what to watch, your eyes keep flicking from my backside in front of you to my reflection in the mirror and you can feel yourself getting hard as I turn and lean over you to place my folded skirt on the back of the sofa next to my shirt. 

I kiss you quickly and walk over to the door. I'm wearing just my underwear and heels and you can see me reflected from every angle in the three mirrors. I take a strapless dress from its hanger on the door and step into it, asking you to zip it up for me. I shiver slightly as you pull up the zip and kiss me on the back of the neck and when you look at my reflection you can see my eyes are closed. 

You step away and I turn in front of the mirror, craning my neck so that I can see myself from every angle, then I ask you to unzip me again. You step forward and slide the zip down with one hand, scraping the nails of your other hand lightly down my back. You can see in the mirror that my eyes are closed again and my mouth opens slightly as I let out a soft moan.

The unzipped dress falls in a pile around my feet and you step forward to press yourself against my back, unclasping my bra and pushing it off my shoulders before reaching round to cover my breasts with your hands pinching my nipples gently and causing me to moan more loudly this time. 

I turn and kiss you, pushing my hands underneath your shirt and pulling it over your head before unsnapping your trousers. The weight of the things in your pockets pull them down around your ankles and when I push you you stumble and fall back onto the sofa. 

I step out of the dress pooled on the floor and straddle your legs, sitting in your lap to kiss you and rub myself against you. 

You're very hard now and you lift your hips slightly so that you can pull off your boxers. I pull my panties to one side and slide onto you with a groan, I'm so wet now and it feels so good to have you inside me again. You let me ride you for a few seconds, watching my face before telling me to turn around. I look confused for a second before grinning and pushing you back so that I can twist round with you still in me. 

You grip my hips and encourage me to move again, watching me watching us in the mirror as I slide up and down on your cock. You reach one hand round to rub against my clit and you feel me shudder as my eyes close. You tell me to open them again and feel me tighten around your cock as you circle your finger slowly, catching my eye in the mirror an grinning your naughty grin. 

With a shudder and a quickly stifled cry you feel me cum around you and I collapse back against you breathing hard. Turning my head to kiss you, you continue to rub my clit and you can feel me still twitching slightly with each touch. You turn me in your lap and lean me back against the arm of the sofa, moving slowly in and out of me as you kiss me. You lift my legs up to get a better angle and you feel me start to tighten around you again. You can't believe I'm about to cum again so quickly but I do and with a groan so do you. 

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, before reluctantly pulling apart. "That was not what I expected!" you say as you start to pull on your clothes, watching as I retrieve my underwear and pull on my skirt. 

I reattach my camera with some tape from my bag and clip the case to my waistband before buttoning my shirt. 

Pulling the DV unit from its case I press a few buttons before popping out the memory card and inserting a new one, pressing a few buttons before putting it back in its case. 

With a naughty grin I hand you the memory card...



Fantasies 04



It's the end of the month and once again the emails pop into my inbox, trailer check, trailer check, trailer check. Meh!

I consider saying no this time but I'm short of cash and I know if I don't do them this month I won't get offered any next month and so reluctantly I agree to cover the usual bunch. A few hours later another email comes through asking if I could also cover my local independent as the regular auditor is on holiday, now this one interests me because I'm friends with a few of the staff and so I get to sit in the projectionists booth and watch the whole film. 

I reply back that it will be a bit of a stretch within the time limits and ask if I can do the midday showing for this particular film rather than waiting for the evening. The answer is yes and I start planning...

The first thing I do is to text you. I know you're not working the next day as we'd planned to meet up for a few hours. You um and err for a bit about the change of plans, but once I tell you what I'm thinking you change your mind. I tell you to dress up reasonably smartly and meet me outside the cinema at 11.30....

The next morning I wander into town around 10ish. The sun is shining brightly and it's warm enough that I don't need a coat. I'm dressed in a short, blue summer dress, with a white cardigan and white strappy sandals. I'm surprised that everyone else seems to still be bundled up in their winter coats and jeans but people are strange. 

I complete a few other jobs in town but I'm finished by 10.30 and sit on the beach while I wait for you, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my legs. At 11.00 you text me to say you've just arrived at the station and I wander up to meet you halfway, eventually spotting you looking a little lost by HSBC. 

As we approach the cinema I tell you to speak as little as possible and just go along with whatever I say. You nod and smile, I've told you the first part of my plan but not in any great detail. Nevertheless what you've heard sounds promising...

We walk into the foyer and I immediately spot the manager behind the bar. She smiles and says "That time of month again huh?" and I tell her unfortunately so, before introducing her to you and explaining you've never done one of these visits before so I'm showing you the ropes today. As I expected she instantly suggests we watch from the projectionists booth as it's your first time and I wink at you behind her back as she leads us through the door marked 'private' and up the stairs to the booth.

As she taps the code into the keypad to unlock the door her mobile rings. I smile again, this is going exactly as I planned. She ushers us in before answering the call and you can hear her say "well what time will you get here?" before the door shuts behind us. 

The room is quite small and dark, to the left you can see some old heritage projectors, the ones they use when they're playing old films from tape reels. In front of you is a large, modern, digital projector, with a touch screen displaying lines of indecipherable words. To the right of the projector is a large, comfy looking armchair, and in front of that is the open window into the auditorium. 

I can see you're curious so I tell you to have a look around but to be quiet and absolutely not to touch anything. You step over to the window as I start scrolling down the screen, translating the abbreviated adverts into English and writing them on my audit form. 

I'm about halfway through when the manager comes back in looking a little stressed. "The projectionist is stuck in traffic and won't be here until later," she says with a sigh. "Men eh?"

I smile and agree that they're all pretty useless creatures, then ask what she wants me to do. 

She looks down at my sheet and says, "Well I know you probably have other cinemas to do after this, but is there any chance you could hang on for a few minutes and start the film for me after the trailers? You know what to do don't you, and I'd do it myself but the other projectionist has a day off today so I have to run the reels in screen 2..."

"That's fine," I reply, "And no rush, the next cinema isn't until 7 tonight."

"Oh well in that case, why not stay up here and watch the whole film, you're doing me a favour and it'll be a treat for your trainee," she suggests. 

"That would be fab," I answer with a smile and you agree, thanking her. She tells us it's no trouble and points to the clock on the wall, telling me I need to run the ads at dead on 12 or the auditor will mark her down. She winks at me as she says this an opens the door, saying "Enjoy!" to you as she leaves. 

The door slams shut behind her and you look at me suspiciously. 

"Did you plan this?" you ask, although you're pretty sure you already know the answer. 

"Maybe..." I say with a mischievous smile. "You didn't think I brought you here just to cuddle up in the back row did you?"

"Well it wouldn't be the first time," you reply cheekily, before something occurs to you. "So just out of interest," you ask, "Where IS the projectionist?"

I giggle before saying, "Well unless something drastic has happened since I left the house this morning, I'd suspect he's still sitting on my sofa playing Championship Manager and drinking beers with the flatmate."

You can't help but smile at my nerve and lean over to kiss me, biting my lip. 

"Naughty girl," you whisper and I laugh. 

"Problem?" I ask.

"Not at all," you say, before looking at the clock and telling me I have two minutes to start. 

You sit in the armchair watching me over the backrest as I lower the house music and dim the lights, opening the curtains in front of the screen before touching something on the projector. The ads start playing on the screen in front of you and I come to stand behind the chair, leaning over to kiss you before looking up to watch the screen. Everything seems to be going as expected and you motion me over to sit on your lap. Between now and the film starting we have just under 20 minutes. 

I'm a little nervous because this is the first time I've done the reels unsupervised and I keep glancing back at the screen to check everything's still running. I'm sat sideways on your lap, my legs hanging off the left arm of the chair, and you put your left hand on my leg, just above the knee, where my dress starts. Your right arm goes around my shoulders and pulls me back and I relax against your chest, turning my face up for a kiss before nervously looking back at the screen. 

Your hand on my leg seems to be working the bottom of my dress upwards and I feel myself getting wet in anticipation. As I'm watching the trailers, your hand moves higher and I bite my lip, trying to pretend that I'm not distracted by it. Just as your hand reaches the top of my thigh, you whisper in my ear that the trailers have finished and I jump up, realising that I'd been concentrating so much on your hand that I'd completely missed my cue. 

I fade the house music up again as I close the curtains to half mast and search through for the film. 

"What are we watching again?" I whisper urgently, and you grin before telling me the title. 

"Little distracted were we?" you whisper back, and I glare at you before finding the right reel, opening the curtains and fading the house music down again. 

I stay there for a few minutes until I'm sure the film is running smoothly before coming back round to sit on your lap. 

"Now where were we?" I whisper, and you push my skirt up to my waist before sliding a finger inside me. I gasp and quickly stifle a moan, the film is loud in parts but sods law I'd end up making a noise in a quiet part and drawing attention. 

I spread my legs wider to give you more access and kiss you in an attempt to stop myself moaning as you rub your wet finger over my clit. You can feel me moaning against your mouth and this along with the wetness on your fingers and me wriggling in your lap makes you so hard it's almost painful. Your trousers are far too tight but you're enjoying having me at your mercy, then you think of a better idea. 

You stand up, lifting me to my feet, before sitting me on the edge of the chair and spreading my knees apart. 

You kneel on the rug in front of me and look at my face, my eyes are already closed in anticipation and you lean forward to blow gently on my clit, smiling to yourself as you watch my mouth fall open and my hips move closer towards you, desperate for your tongue. 

You put your arms under my legs, holding me still, before kissing my left thigh from the knee slowly up towards my pussy. You stop just before you get there and I wriggle in your arms, impatient for your touch, instead you kiss up my right leg, stopping again, close enough that I can feel you breathing but not as close as I want you. I need you to touch me there but you don't. Holding your face just far enough away that I can't wriggle towards you but I can still feel every breath. 

With one finger you push inside me before sliding up to circle my clit. You can see me trying not to make a sound and you know I want more. Standing, you lean over to whisper in my ear, "What do you want?"

"You know what I want," I reply breathlessly. 

"Then tell me," you say. 

"I want your fingers in my pussy and your tongue on my clit. I want you to make me cum," I whimper. 

You smile and kneel again, sliding two fingers inside me before touching your tongue to me. At that first touch I shudder and you can see how hard it is for me to stay quiet. You're enjoying the control you have over me and you flick your tongue up and down a few times, feeling me jerk with each stroke, my muscles twitching around your fingers as they slide in and out. 

You suck on my clit, circling it slowly with your tongue as you feel my muscles clench. Then you stop.

I'm almost sobbing now and breathing hard, but again you ask me what I want. 

"I want to cum," I gasp and you grin.

"Ask nicely then," you whisper. 

"Please," I beg, "Please let me cum."

That's enough for you and you wriggle your fingers inside me, feeling me twitch before circling my clit with your tongue. I clench hard around your fingers and you lick a little faster, sucking gently then harder, until with a stifled moan you feel me cumming on your fingers. 

You look up and see that I've stuffed my hand into my mouth to stop myself crying out and as I pull it out of my mouth to breath again you notice deep teeth marks around my knuckles. 

My other hand has gripped the chair so tightly it's turned white and gradually I release it, the colour coming back as I flex it slightly. 

You run your wet fingers over my lips and let me lick them clean before kissing me. Your face is wet with my juices and I can taste and smell myself on you as we kiss. 

I glance up at the clock and see that only half an hour of the film has passed. 

"Time for a little payback!" I think, running my hands under your shirt...



Fantasies 05



It was only when I noticed the sun had gone down that I realised how long we'd been driving for, at least a couple of hours! We'd left my car in town and headed onto the motorway, driving with no destination in mind. You were supposed to be at work but your shift had been cancelled, some scheduling issue again and my flatmates mother had come down from Somerset so we couldn't go back to mine, frustrating was not the word!

The traffic had gradually thinned out and now, apart from the odd vehicle on the other side of the road, we were alone. I'd been on my best behaviour so far, not wanting to distract you whilst you were driving, but now the roads were quiet I reached out and placed my right hand gently on your leg, stroking my fingers up and down. You dropped your left hand down to quickly squeeze mine and then returned to driving, staring ahead and focusing on the road. 

Gradually I edged my hand up, feeling the tip of your cock pressing against your trousers as I stroked higher, until my fingers were playing around the waistband of your trousers, pulling at the button impatiently and sliding underneath to touch your skin.

You reached down and pulled out my hand, saying "Naughty" and I pouted slightly, before turning completely in my seat to look at you and running my fingers up and down your leg.

You looked at me quickly and said "What?" as my fingers moved higher again and you had to remove them once more, giving my hand a little slap this time.

"I was just thinking..." I replied.

"What were you thinking?" you asked, guessing where my mind was going and getting harder at the thought.

"I was wondering how far you'd be able to drive with my mouth around your cock before you got too distracted," I answered with a smirk.

"Not very far," you said, still looking dead ahead.

"Wanna try?" I said cheekily, reaching my hand back to undo your trousers all the way. This time you didn't pull my hand away, instead you started grinning. 

"OK," you replied, "but only if you strip first!"

So maybe I shouldn't have told you about that time I'd stripped while I was driving, but to be fair when I'd done that it was 3am and the roads were deserted, with no street lamps. It was now barely 9pm and we were driving down a brightly lit two lane road and, although there were very few cars, they'd be able to see exactly how much I wasn't wearing if they happened to glance over.

On the other hand I'd been sitting in the passenger seat for hours now, getting wetter and wetter, craving your cock and being unable to do anything about it. And how likely was it that anyone would look over anyway?

"Deal!" I whispered and you glanced over, looking a little shocked that I'd agreed, before that naughty grin settled on your face as I unbuckled my seatbelt, pulled my dress over my head and threw it in the back seat.

I leant over, pulling your cock out of your trousers and noticing how hard and hot you were under my hand before you slapped me away again. 

"You're not naked yet!" you said, and with a brief hesitation I unclipped my bra, throwing that in the back seat with my dress, before sliding my knickers down to rest around my ankles.

"Happy now?" I asked, shifting in my seat so that I was on my knees, one hand on the seat between your legs and my mouth poised just above you, my tongue darting out to lick the drop of wetness from the tip before lowering my head slowly to surround you with my mouth, not quite touching you with my lips, my tongue flicking around the head before I closed my lips around you and sucked hard.

You let out a soft groan, your eyes falling shut for a second before you remembered where we were and you opened them again to focus on the road. The feel of my hot, soft mouth and my wet tongue moving up and down while I sucked you were doing bad things to your concentration and you decided to even the score a bit, scratching the fingernails of your left hand down my back and my buttocks before reaching between my legs and discovering how wet I was. Pushing two fingers inside me you used the remaining fingers to slide slowly over my clit and you felt me gasp and then moan against your shaft as I wriggled to give you better access. Your thumb was pressed in the gap between my buttocks and remembering an earlier conversation gave you an idea. Slipping your fingers out of my pussy you rubbed slowly up and down my slit, spreading my juices up before sliding them back in again and pressing the tip of your thumb against my tight arsehole, now slippery with my wetness.

As you pressed harder with your thumb and rubbed your fingers over my clit you could feel me wriggling beneath you and moaning as my mouth started to move faster around your cock. Any doubts that you had about me enjoying this vanished as your thumb pushed inside me to the first knuckle and I moaned louder, digging my fingernails into your leg through your trousers, my pussy tightening around your fingers as you felt how close I was to orgasm. Pushing your fingers hard inside me you jerked the wheel to the left, almost throwing me off my seat as you pulled the car into a lay by and cut the engine. 

I looked up at you questioningly and you motioned for me to get out of the car as you opened your door. I jumped out and met you halfway, almost tripping before realising that my panties were still around my ankles and kicking them off. Reaching my arms around your neck I pulled your head close, kissing you roughly as your fingers dug into my buttocks, pulling me tight up against you so I could feel your hardness pressing into my stomach. Without a word I turned and bent over the bonnet, legs wide, hands holding my arse cheeks apart as I showed you what I wanted.

You pressed the tip of your cock against my tight little hole, watching as I tensed ever so slightly then you leant over, whispering in my ear, asking if this was what I wanted. I nodded my head, wriggling back against you and slowly you started to push yourself into my arse. It was tight, amazingly so and you reached round to rub you fingers over my clit, unsure if my little moans were pain or pleasure but really not wanting to stop now. I jerked under your fingers, pressing back against you until all of a sudden you slid the last two inches and were buried in me up to your balls.

You stopped there for a second, letting me adjust to having you inside me and enjoying the sensation of being gripped that tightly, before you slowly started rocking backwards and forwards, still rubbing my clit whilst using your other hand to play with my nipples.

My breathing was coming faster and you could feel me twitching, wriggling underneath you as you thrust in and out of me, until with a cry I came, my muscles contracting around you as you thrust deep into my arse and came hard yourself, leaning over to kiss the back of my neck as you caught your breath. Reluctantly you started to pull out of me, aware now that we were fucking in a lay by at the side of the road and someone could come past any second now. You'd forgotten that in the heat of the moment, just wanting to be inside me, and I'd clearly also forgotten I was naked, you thought, as you glanced over to where I lay slumped over the bonnet, your cum dripping out of my arse. Then I looked up and grinned, giving you a wink, and you thought perhaps I'd been more in control of the situation than you'd realised....

After I'd dressed we climbed back into the car, turning it round and heading for home, the image of me with my legs spread and your cock buried deep in my arse never far from your mind. When we'd been driving for a few minutes I'd leaned over to kiss you before climbing into the back seat and falling asleep. You wondered how it was that I managed to look so innocent...



Fantasies 06



It's 8 o clock and the sun is starting to set, the temperature dropping slightly as darkness falls. A group of lads loiter around the bottom of the steps and a man dressed as a town crier walks briskly past my car. A couple of kids on skateboards practise jumps and grinds along the curb before skating off and the lights start to flicker on, blue lamps light up the path along the top of the wall and yellow street lights glow along the edge of the pavement. The arches, however are full of dark shadows, no lights in here, a couple sitting on the bench at the back, barely visible. 

A ferry glides past behind the wall, heading for the Isle of Wight, its windows brightly lit and full of passengers heading home for the weekend. I wait, watching as the pubs start to fill up and the street starts to empty, the lads wandering off, the town crier taking his group of tourists off on their walk, I wonder if you'll get back early enough to meet me here...

Ever since we passed here that time I've been thinking about these arches. They're dark and full of shadows, walking past I see a man in one dressed all in black, only visible by the glow as he drags on his cigarette. 

I think of telling you to meet me here after work, of pulling you into those shadows and sitting you on the bench at the back, my legs straddling yours as I sit myself on your lap to kiss you. I'm wearing all black, black trousers, black hoody, we wouldn't be seen. 

I imagine feeling you get hard beneath me as we kiss, your hand reaching up to unzip my hoody and caress my breasts, pulling on my nipples before bending your head to suck on them, hearing the laughs of the tourists from behind us as they watch the show being put on in the paved area in front of the arches, ducking your head instinctively as headlights sweep across the arch, a car reversing into a space on the road opposite. 

The tourists move off down an alleyway and I reach my hand down to unbutton your trousers, moving my hips back slightly so that I can touch you, scraping my nails lightly down your stomach and along the length of your cock, your hands pushing inside the waistband of my trousers to grab my arse and dig your fingers in, your nails scratching against my skin. 

A helicopter flies overhead, the sound of it loud in the sudden silence and a lone woman jogs past on the pavement opposite. I stand and kneel between your legs, my breath hot on your stomach as I teasingly lick over the tip of your cock, my hands pushing your trousers open further so that you're completely exposed to me. 

With a smile I lower my mouth down over you, barely touching before closing my lips around your cock. The helicopter circles again as I start to suck, slowly moving my head up, licking you with my tongue. The cool night air blows across where my mouth has been and you shiver slightly before I lower my head again, my mouth hot and wet and tight around your shaft. I push down further this time, gagging slightly as you push against the back of my throat and moaning gently as I slide my lips back up again slowly. 

Another ferry goes past behind us, this one heading the opposite way, back into the port. In the faint light of the street lamps you catch me looking up at you as I lower my head once more to suck you in. You push the hair away from my face with your hand, twitching your hips slightly, willing me to move faster, feeling the cold hardness of the bench beneath your legs as you move. 

I take my time, enjoying the taste and the feel of you inside my mouth. Your legs tensing under my hands as I move my head slowly up and down, each time taking a little more of you in, feeling you grow harder in my mouth as I suck, wriggling slightly as I feel myself getting wetter...

A knock on my window brings me out of my fantasy. 

"Sorry love," he says as I wind down my window, "can't park here, residents only see."

I smile and nod, starting the car with a sigh and a final longing glance at the archway.

If only...



Fantasies 07



You've had a long week and you're tired. I tell you to go to bed and get some rest.

"Really?" you ask, and I smile at your disbelief. Never have you known me to turn down sex before, even when I'm exhausted and unable to do anything I still manage to work up the energy to crawl into bed with you and bring us both to orgasm.

"Yes," I reply. It's 8pm and I won't finish work until way after midnight. I have an idea though. "Leave the back door unlocked," I tell you, "I'll wake you up when I get in."

You're unsure at first but I remind you that the back gate will be locked and you agree to think about it. I'm pretty certain you'll agree, you've never denied me before.

***

It's late, past midnight, the streetlights have been switched off in your road and the only noise is the distant sound of traffic from the main road. I stand in your garden in my red dress, stockings and high, high heels, wondering if you followed my commands. Of course you did.

Confidently I reach out my hand and push down on the door handle. It gives easily and the door swings slowly open, allowing me access to your kitchen. Ever so quietly I push the door further before stepping tentatively onto the linoleum floor, careful to make sure my heels don't click too loudly and give me away. I turn, locking the door silently behind me before stepping further into the room, listening for evidence that you're awake. You've left the hall light on and so I settle down at the kitchen table with a newspaper, my ears alert for any sound from upstairs as I wait. This will only work if I have the element of surprise.

Almost certain now that you're asleep I pull the scarf out of my bag. It's silky but strong and I tie two slip knots, one on each end, my makeshift set of cuffs. I test them on my wrists, slipping my hands into the loops and pulling tight, before loosening them again and sliding them off and onto the table.

Reaching down, I unbuckle the straps around my ankles before sliding my heels from my feet, placing them just under the table, before standing and making my way carefully up the stairs, keeping to the edge so that I avoid the creaky middles of the stairs. 

The door to your bedroom is ajar and I can hear the faint sounds of your rhythmic snoring as I stand at the top of the stairs. The light from the hallway spills across your bed, revealing you to me as I move closer. I take my time moving towards you, noting that your left hand is up by your head and your right is laying on top of the quilt. Gently I slip one loop over your left hand, threading the scarf around the bedpost before quickly taking your right hand and pushing it through the other loop.

You jerk awake, pulling the scarf tight around your wrists as you try to sit up and instantly you're trapped and at my mercy. Exactly where I wanted you.

I slip a blindfold over your eyes, whispering gently in your ear to reassure you that it's me, then sit back to look at you. You've stopped struggling now but I can see you're still a little panicky and confused, just in that halfway point between sleep and wakefulness. Slowly I reach up and pull down the covers, exposing you to me.

You feel the chill of the night air brush over your skin and you shiver as I run my fingernails teasingly down your front, scratching over your nipples and watching as they pebble, your gasp telling me that you're enjoying my attentions. I run my hands lower, avoiding your cock but scraping down your sensitive inner thighs, watching how you grow and harden as I touch everywhere but there. I follow my hands with my warm, wet tongue, hearing you moan as my hot breath slides over your body, still not touching you where you want to be touched.

You beg me to release you so that you can touch me in return but I refuse, running one long nail the length of your cock, from the soft skin between your thighs, across your tight ballsack and up the seam of your cock to the smooth head, precum leaking to dribble onto your stomach. I repeat this action with my tongue, wanting to taste you. Slowly I swirl my tongue around the swollen head of your penis, absorbing the taste of you, the scent, the texture, before slowly lowering my head so that just the very tip of you is resting against my lips.

You're squirming now, begging me for more, but I like to tease you and so I continue with my game, raising and lowering my head, slowly taking a little more of you inside my mouth each time, scraping my teeth gently against your hard shaft with each upstroke. I start to suck hard, one hand moving to pump your cock, the other squeezing and playing with your balls and your breathing quickens, little moans and noises escaping from you as you feel yourself getting close to orgasm.

I reach up and lift off the blindfold, looking deep into your eyes as I suck down hard on your rigid cock and the sight of me between your legs is too much. You explode into my mouth, hips thrusting as I milk you with my hands and mouth, swallowing it all down before reaching up to release you.

You pull me up to rest my head on your shoulders and hold me tight, your arms around me as you drop a kiss on my forehead. 

"Thank you," you whisper as you unzip my dress...



Fantasies 08



We sit in a booth in a busy fast food restaurant, I'm sure you know the type, cheap food, cheap décor and full of screaming children, rowdy teenagers and drunken tramps all thrown in together. 

The booth is on the back wall, two padded bench seats facing each other and a table in the middle. We share a bench, you leaning up against the wall and me on your right, my head resting on your shoulder. On the table is the remnants of your food and my half drunk coffee, neither of us particularly hungry but needing an excuse to get out of the rain.

Behind us in the corner booth is an old man who's probably been nursing his tea for the best part of an hour, I guess he's a tramp from the look of his clothes, but looks can be deceiving and I don't blame anyone for not wanting to go out in this weather. I can see several people eyeing his table covetously as they stand or perch on bar stools, tables are a rarity today and we were lucky to get ours. I see their looks flick over to our table as well, wondering when we'll leave and I catch an eye and glare, repeating it until they look away, embarrassed at being caught staring.

In front of us is a rather large lady, sitting with her back to us and concentrating on her meal. Her arms are stretched out around the tray as if she's afraid someone will come and snatch it away and her hands are swiftly shovelling what passes for food into her fleshy mouth, every now and again glancing around her nervously. People are strange sometimes.

I finish taking my inventory of the room and lift my head to look at you, tipping my mouth up for a quick kiss. I mention my observations about the other inmates of this madhouse and you laugh, for some unknown reason you find me witty and amusing, go figure eh? 

You casually rest your hand on my knee as I'm talking, rubbing your thumb back and forth gently over the sensitive skin on the side of my leg, exposed by the shortness of my skirt, and I lean my head on your shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying this rare moment of closeness we've managed to steal in the midst of all this chaos.

As I snuggle closer into your shoulder you slowly edge your hand higher, watching me carefully and seeing that moment where I register what you're doing and jerk my head up before I recover myself and scowl at you. If I tell you to behave yourself the people around us are going to know exactly what you're up to, the booths don't exactly encourage privacy so I bite my tongue, closing my eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before pushing your hand reluctantly back down to my knee. 

Your hand edges higher as I start to talk again, your fingertips slipping under the hem of my skirt and tracing the edge as it falls over my legs, teasing me. This time I don't push your hand back down, although my breathing quickens slightly and I pout up at you, inviting your kiss.

Higher your hands go until you reach the centre of my wet heat, feeling the tops of my thighs pressed tightly together, preventing you from touching my slick, dripping cunt.

You wiggle your fingers, encouraging me to move my legs further apart and grant you greater access. You can feel the dampness seeping between my thighs and you know this is turning me on, being touched so intimately in such a public place, while all the people around us carry on oblivious.

I turn toward you in my seat, my back to the restaurant now and glare at you but you keep moving your fingers between my thighs, just brushing the edge of my clit teasingly with your fingertips but unable to get any closer because of my tightly clamped legs. 

You rub your thumb in circles over my shaven mound as you wiggle your fingers, somehow managing to rub against my clit ever so distantly, and you grin your gorgeous naughty grin at me, tempting me to give in.

With another deep breath, more like a sigh this time, I relent, hooking my left leg over your right knee, spreading my legs wide under the table and leaning back slightly while I drape my left arm over your shoulder and pull down hard on your hair, tugging your head back to drop a quick kiss on your open mouth, nipping your lower lip with my sharp teeth. Now you're the one glaring at me but I just smirk and stick out my tongue, rocking my hips slightly back and forth against your fingers, daring you to continue. 

Ever so slowly you run your fingers down my cunt, stroking along my lips down to my dripping hole, feeling in surprise how wet I am already and you've barely touched me. As you slide your fingers back up they rub over my clit and I moan softly. Shaking your head you put one finger to my mouth to indicate I should be quiet if we want to avoid attracting attention, the smell of myself on your fingers is intoxicating and I let my eyes fall shut again and my tongue dart out to taste. You let me play for a second before dropping your hand back under my skirt, giving me a quick hard kiss as you do to capture the little moan you know I can't hold back as your fingers enter me. 

My hand tightens into a fist against the back of your neck as you use your thumb to rub against my sensitive nerve centre whilst your fingers move rhythmically inside me. You feel me clench around them as I bite my lip to stop from making a sound and pull your head towards me for another kiss, moaning softly against your mouth as you continue to stroke me, your thumb drawing slow, slippery circles around my clit and your fingers inside me stroking in and out. 

You draw your head back so you can see my expression as you touch me. I try to pull you close again but you shake your head, enjoying watching me struggle to be silent in this place full of people while you bring me closer and closer to the edge. 

You watch my eyes glaze and drift shut as my muscles clench again around your fingers and I bite my lip hard, fighting the urge to wriggle against you. 

You smirk as you watch me get to that point where I stop breathing for a second just before you feel my orgasm on your fingers, leaning over to kiss me whilst I tremble against you, my breathing fast and ragged, eyes still shut. Slowly you slide your fingers out of my dripping pussy and my eyes blink open, still dazed, watching you as you bring your fingers to your mouth and lick my juices off them with a mischievous grin. 

I rest my head on your shoulder and you pull me close, your arm around me, your thumb stroking gently over my cheek as I try to return my breathing to normal, legs still spread and the seat damp beneath my bottom, the plastic covered fabric slippery and wet now as you whisper in my ear, "good girl!"



Fantasies 09



You wouldn't tell me which bus you were on even though I begged you, and so I waited at the main stop, scanning each window as it passed me, looking for your face. 

The rain came in fits and starts, soaking through the short brown dress I was wearing and moulding it to my body like a second skin. The combination of rain and icy wind hardening my nipples to sharp points that poked against the front of my dress, exquisitely sensitive to each gust of wind sweeping across the road. My hair clung to my cheeks, rivulets of water cascading from each cluster of strands and running down my neck, over my chest and my back, down the crease between my buttocks, making me shiver and wriggle uncomfortably. 

This was the view that greeted you as your bus pulled into the stop, the remainder of the passengers disembarking whilst you stayed in your seat, waiting to begin your return journey. 

I stood stationary, staring at you through the window as you stared back, seeing the determined set of my jaw even as I trembled slightly with the cold, watching as the raindrops slid down the window between us.

You wanted to shake me for being such an idiot, how long had I been waiting here in the rain for you? Since that last text over an hour had passed, you wouldn't put it past me to have been waiting here all that time, I'd probably have waited longer if I'd needed to. The thought pleases you and scares you at the same time and if you're honest, didn't you know this was what I would do, had you not looked out for me at each stop, a little more disappointed as each one passed with no sign of me?

Still this was just the kind of bloody idiotic and stubborn thing I would do and you feel a little guilty for not anticipating my actions and forbidding me to meet you today.

The hiss of the door opening startles you as the driver begins to let the passengers on for the return journey. Your gaze returns to the rain streaked window and you see with a shock that I'm still standing motionless staring at you. 

My eyes bore into yours, questioning and uncertain, and you realise with a burst of clarity what it is I'm asking. With a quick jerk of your head you indicate that I should get on the bus and you see me let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, smiling widely as I run toward the closing door and jump in just in time, water dripping off every part of my body and forming a puddle around my feet as I pay for my ticket with a soggy note before taking my change and walking up the aisle to take the seat opposite from you. 

The bus pulls slowly away from the stop and you find your gaze drawn to me, realising that as well as no coat I seem to have no bag, no phone, and most importantly no underwear!

The dress clings wetly to my chest, outlining my breasts as they rise an fall with my breathing, the nipples clearly visible against the fabric and you swallow, your mouth suddenly dry as I slip off my sodden shoes to tuck my feet underneath me on the seat, my head resting against the window, my eyes focusing on something outside and the hem of my dress riding up high on my legs so the curve of my arse is clearly visible below the dress, the skin pressed against the soles of my feet, the smallest glimpse of my pussy as I wriggle to get comfortable before tugging the hem down to cover me again, never once looking at you. 

Nervously you dart looks around the bus, wondering if anyone else has noticed my brief moment of exposure. The old ladies at the front are staring resolutely forward, the guy in the suit two rows behind you is engrossed in his newspaper, the young mum with the two screaming toddlers has far more important things to concentrate on and you let out the breath you've been holding, no one saw. 

You look over to me again, my eyes closed as I absorb the vibrations of the seat and the window against my body, my breathing easy and relaxed, it's only you that's tense as you allow your eyes to caress my body, unwatched for the moment and so able to linger on the way my breasts spill over my arms, crossed tightly to hug the warmth to me as I begin to dry a little from the heat of the bus, the way my hips curve down to meet the tops of my legs, folded underneath me as I sit curled in the corner. 

With a shudder the bus pulls into the next stop and I seem to wake, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, hiding my erect nipples, pressing them against my cold thighs. 

The dress has ridden up again and you grit your teeth as another passenger gets on and starts moving up the aisle. 

Glaring at them you will them to sit down before they get this far back, with my legs in that position I am fully exposed to view for anyone who walks past me, my wet pussy (and you know me well enough to know I will be wet by now), completely visible at the junction of my thighs. 

Hissing at me urgently you try to gain my attention, but as I look over I turn in my seat letting my right foot drop to the floor and my left leg, still bent, lean against the back of the seat. Transfixed you watch, as if in slow motion, as my legs open to display my freshly waxed cunt. With a small noise my pussy lips wetly separate, my swollen clit showing just below the hem of my skirt and my dripping pink hole seems to contract slightly under your gaze, the whole area slick and glistening with my juices. 

For a moment all you can do is stare, mouth opening slightly, eyes glazing over with lust, before the jerk of the bus moving off again brings you to your senses and you throw an anxious glance over your shoulder back at the pavement, around at the other passengers, part of you thinking I'd never have made a move like that if there were people staring in the window behind you, but not certain, never certain. 

If I keep doing this I'm going to give you a heart attack, you think as you turn back to see me sitting demurely upright in my seat, knees pressed tightly together, a tiny, almost unnoticeable grin on my face as I turn to look intently out of the window. 

Only 50 minutes more of this bus journey to go. You think it may become the longest 50 minutes of your life as you sit there, brain whirring as you try to figure out what I'll do next. I'm only predictable to a certain point and this has already gone way past that point. 

You see a movement out of the corner of your eye and as you look over I catch your gaze and hold it as I lazily drop my hand to my lap, turning slightly in my seat so that you can see as I use my left hand to gradually lift my skirt, the movement is agonisingly slow and you can see from the houses passing in the window behind me that we're getting close to the next stop. 

You want me to stop this torture, you want to look away but you can't, instead you lick your lips as you watch me slide my right hand between my legs, my movements languid and sensual as I run one finger along my damp slit before pushing two fingers inside my tight hole, my eyes still locked to yours as you watch my pupils expand while I push my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, the artificial lights reflecting off the damp sheen of the juices coating my fingers. 

The bus slows for the next stop and I slide my fingers out and allow the skirt to slip down, covering me again, my breathing heavier now, pushing my breasts against my dress as I raise my glistening digits to my lips, sucking one and then the other into my mouth, never taking my eyes from yours. 

Your mouth is dry now, your trousers far too tight, and with each finger I suck into my mouth you feel your cock twitch involuntarily in your pants, as if it were you I was sucking with that naughty gleam in my eyes, your cock that I was moaning around, and you can tell I'm moaning as I taste myself, not loudly, no one else would have noticed but your hearing feels super sensitive, in fact your whole body feels like its on edge, just waiting for what I'll do next.

Your heart almost stops as the next passenger gets on and sits directly behind you. You hold your breath, waiting to see what I'm going to do now, anxiously glancing at the unwelcome addition to our little show as I wriggle slightly in my seat, but then from somewhere I pull out a newspaper and, flipping it open in my lap, I start to read, acting oblivious to your discomfort as I wriggle and squirm underneath the paper, my cheeks reddening and you can only imagine what I'm doing under there. You can only hope that the other passenger, not expecting it and not knowing the little signs I give when I'm getting close to orgasm, remains unaware of the display he's interrupting. 

You find yourself wishing for him to get off at the next stop. Knowing what I'm doing beneath the paper and yet being unable to see is cruel and unusual punishment and not being able to touch me is driving you mad.  Luckily our unwitting observer hops back off at the next stop and immediately I lean back against the window, spreading my legs before you, my fingers already wet, the paper discarded on the floor beside me as I thrust two fingers on my left hand inside me, pumping them in and out of my sodden pussy as the fingers of my right hand circle my slippery clit, slowly at first then faster as my eyes drift closed and my breathing quickens. My hips lifting with each thrust until with a gasp and a shudder I cum on the seat in front of you, collapsing back against the window, my hand still buried in my pussy as the last throes of my orgasm squeeze my fingers tight inside me. 

Without realising your hand has crept inside your pants while you watched, and is even now stroking your rock hard cock. The look in my eyes is covetous, I want to be the one touching you but I have to remain this side of the aisle. 

You bite your lip as you pump your fist faster, very aware of my eyes on you, even more aware of how much trouble you'll be in if anyone catches you. You lean back against the window, pulling up your shirt as your cock twitches in your hand, my eyes burning into you, my gaze intense as the tension builds inside you. With a sharp intake of breath your body jerks and you shoot cum in great gooey strings over your stomach and up to your chest. 

With a grin I throw you some napkins, mouthing 'wow!' at you as you wipe yourself clean before pushing the tissues down the side of the seat and looking over at me with a dirty smirk on your face. 

You blow me a kiss and I blow one back, slipping my shoes onto my feet. In one fluid movement I rise, and with a brief touch of my fingers to your lips I'm gone, jumping off the bus at this stop and walking confidently down the road in the direction we've come from, turning once to wave. 

You hope I'm not going to walk all the way back to my car, but after today you wouldn't put anything past me...



Fantasies 10



I've been sitting in the car park listening to the rain falling on the roof of my car for around 20 minutes before you pull in, late as usual. The view out of my window is blurred by the water streaming down it but I can see you sitting there, window cracked open and cigarette in hand, waiting. 

Acting nonchalant I push my cigarettes into my pocket and lock my car, walking round to climb into your passenger seat, the rain soaking through my white tshirt in that short journey, making goosebumps rise on my arms and my nipple harden into tight points, clearly visible against the sodden material. No, I'm not wearing a bra, just a thin bikini top under my tshirt, it had been sunny when I left the house that morning!

Sinking into the leather seat I light up my own cigarette and crack the window open, noticing how your eyes are drawn to my breasts as we chat. I smile, and breath deeply, resting my hand on your knee, knowing you will talk all night if I don't make the first move. 

Flicking my cigarette out of the window I grab yours and throw it out too before snaking my hand behind your head and pulling you to me to kiss you hard, your hand moving to my hip and stroking lower until you feel the hot bare flesh of my leg. 

Clambering over the centre console I straddle your legs as you recline the drivers seat until you're lying almost flat. Grasping my ass in both hands you pull me forward until my nipples are in reach of your mouth, before sitting up slightly and sucking one into your mouth. The teasing friction of your tongue on the wet fabric making me moan and rub myself against you through your jeans.

My fingers unbuckle your belt, stretching behind me to undo the buttons of your trousers before rubbing my hand over your stiff cock. 

You push my skirt up, pulling my panties to one side before sliding two fingers inside me and rubbing my wetness over my swollen clit. 

Bending down I kiss you passionately, moaning against your mouth as you rub against me, my eyes moving to the back seat and remembering the way you took me doggy style, groaning and swearing in my ear as I uttered my breathy moans and we came almost simultaneously. 

Feeling like I need to slow this down a little I grab your wrists and raise them above your head, rubbing my clit over your exposed cock, letting you feel how wet I am as I kiss you, sucking your bottom lip into my mouth and nibbling as my hips rock back and forth. 

Hearing the rain on the roof of the car again gives me an idea. 

Opening the door of the car I step out. The car park is deserted, not much call for dog walkers in the wet. You look at me and I grab your hand, pulling you out of the car as you hastily button the top of your jeans and thrust the keys into your pocket. 

The rain falls down on us as I lead you to a gate saying 'gardens' and skip inside, the path twisting and turning until we reach an open space. 

All around us are tall trees and rose bushes and I pull you over to a bench hidden in the trees. Pushing you down I unbutton your jeans and pull the down to your ankles, kneeling in front of you to take you into my mouth. Gazing up into your eyes as I swallow your cock, moaning against you as I feel you press against the back of my throat, the rain pouring down around us and plastering my hair to my face. 

My tshirt is now completely see through, and you can't tear your eyes away, watching my lips move around your hard cock and feeling me lick and suck you, my moans resonating up your shaft. 

You reach down and pull off my top, tugging on the bow of my bikini until I'm topless, my clothes thrown somewhere behind you as the wooden bench digs into you.

Reluctantly you pull my head up to kiss me and I sit, straddling your lap, the head of your cock stroking along my soaking pussy as my lips mash against yours. 

I pull off your tshirt, wanting to feel your skin against mine, and slowly lower myself onto you. 

You groan against my ear and I love the way you're so uninhibited when we fuck. The noises you make, the things you say just drive me wild. 

Ever so slowly I lift myself up before plunging back down, rocking my hips to rub myself against you as you reach your hand between us and start rubbing me, your mouth locked to mine as I start to moan. 

Moving more rapidly as yours fingers push me towards cumming I bounce up and down on your cock, each downward move forcing a moan from my lips and a groan from you until you're ready to cum. 

"Do it!" I tell you as I move faster and your hips push up against me as you cum, saying "fuck, oh fuck" as you empty yourself into me and I convulse around you with a breathy sigh, resting my arms against the back of the bench as I try to return my breathing to normal. 

Sitting there I feel you twitch inside me and my body responds, the feeling of my pushed aside panties rubbing against me now your fingers have fallen away causing me to let out a small 'oh!' of surprise. 

I realise you're still hard and with a grin I grind myself against you, before standing and pulling you up. 

You kick off your jeans, still wrapped around your ankles and follow me to the edge of the open space, watching as I lean back against a tree and pull you close, wrapping my legs around you. 

With a quick bend of your knees and a deep thrust you're inside me again, pushing me up against the rough wet bark of the tree. 

Reaching up I lace my hands around your neck and bite my lip before wriggling my hips a little, indicating that you should move. 

It's awkward at first but you soon establish a rhythm, me pushing against you and you pumping up into me, thrusting me into the tree with each push, my ankles wrapped around your waist, the heels of my shoes pressing against the top of your tight arse as you pound into me, until with a scream I cum again, squeezing hard around your cock before my legs drop bonelessly to the floor. 

Switching position you lean back against the tree and I suck your cock, coated in your cum and my juices, into my mouth. 

The vibrations caused by the sounds I'm making,along with the way I'm looking up at you, on my knees in the mud in the pouring rain, wearing only a skirt, panties and heels....

Grabbing my hair in your hand you fuck my mouth, your hips pistoning back and forth as you drive the whole length of you into my throat, loving the way I gag around you, the muscles in my throat squeezing you tight while I continue trying to suck. 

With a few thrusts you cum and I swallow it all down before licking you clean. 

Slowly you slide down the tree trunk to rest on the floor beside me, pulling my head to your shoulder and kissing my forehead as the rain pours down around us.... 



Fantasies



Recently I posted a story, 'F is for Fantasy' one in a series of what I am calling my 'alphabet stories'. I was both pleased as well as surprised by the number of comments received with regards to it. Not so much for any praise in the writing, but more pleased for how many have commented on what a great idea that it was...is.

I've long held that the key to any relationship is honest, open, truthful communication. Too many of us hold back from our partners how we often feel, what we need, want, or even desire out of fear of retribution. There really is a simple answer for that.

A fantasy jar.

Personally, I think it is something that should be in every bedroom. A jar, an erotically decorated box perhaps, hell...use your own imagination! Be creative, but make it something that stands as a reminder. More importantly, keep it accessible and available!

Sometimes it's hard to express one's most intimate desires and thoughts to our partners verbally. That fear of expression, sharing something that for us is an honest true desire, no matter how silly, (or how decadent) it might be. Verbally, it might be harder to express a certain feeling or desire and not have it come off sounding like you've just escaped from prison.

"Honey? You know what I'd like to do tonight? I'd like to fuck your armpit."

Doing it that way might every well cause your partner to pack her bags and head over to her mothers (or worse) her lovers for the evening.

The thing about writing down a thought, an idea, a fantasy if you will...allows our partners to read and digest those hearts desires in a non-threatening way. Often what might initially be received as a "no-fucking way" reaction to a verbal communication, could (and often is) more slowly digested, considered and given thought too without an immediate knee-jerking reaction.

And quite often, what we write is read by someone else in an entirely different way than the way we say it, or hear it. If it's truly a fantasy to feel the sensation of sliding your cock into your partners armpit, then writing it allows them to 'hear it' in a much different way. We all tend to 'hear' what is easier to accept through the written word. It's a fact of life!

Of course, forcing one's self to actually give thought to writing what we want/need/desire helps too. It forces us to temper our words and desires, yet still expressing them. Thus, my folded note on the subject might appear more like this: "Honey, my fantasy of you, something I would at least like to try and experience, would be the feel of my cock being caressed, held within the crook of your armpit. I know it sounds a little crazy perhaps, but I would really like to see what it might feel like."

Better than "I'd like to fuck your armpit," which is what we're still thinking without writing it quite that way.

Point being, we've now allowed our partner a moment to digest, reflect and yes...consider the possibility. But we've managed to do so in a non-threatening, non-confrontational way. We can draw our blue, or pink slips of paper from our jars or boxes in private. (Or whatever color format you prefer) We are now given the time to reflect, consider and come to a more rational conclusion without being forced into decision making on the spot. How many of us have changed our minds given time to think about something without being pressured into doing so in the now?

The thing about fantasies we must all remember is this. We all have them. They can range from the idiotically simple (but hey, even idiotic, it's MY fantasy!) to the more complicated, even weird desires we might have. But for two consenting adults, 'weird' might just turn out to be 'wild' and certainly well worth exploring. 

And yes there are (and should be) rules. Don't make them so complicated that you need to have a handbook. But again simple communication is the key. You first need to establish which lines you will cross, and which lines you won't. That needs to be discussed and set up right in the beginning. But again, the more barriers you place, the less you'll have to work with too! Keep an open mind. Just because something might not be a 'turn-on' for you right now, doesn't mean it won't be given the circumstance. Whatever rules, limitations you set down, ensure they are one's that for whatever personal reasons, are simply those that you would not do or experience under any circumstances. And then leave it at that!

And remember, even a simple fantasy for one, is still a fantasy. Don't get all upset if you open one of your partner's fantasy notes only to discover what they really would like is to have their feet rubbed and nothing more. It's 'their' fantasy. Not yours! Indulge it! I can assure you, in doing so, and in making every effort to see to it that they get the best damn foot-rub of their entire life, chances are you'll get the best blowjob of your entire life later on in the evening. (Ok...maybe). But at the very least, when it comes your turn for your partner to perform one of your fantasies, (and maybe it's one of those kinky weird ones), you might be surprised when it is given with just as much enthusiasm and care as yours was for her. Simply because you have proven in the doing, you are willing to give them their fantasy, make it come true just the way they so vulnerably expressed it.

Agree to commitment. That's another important key, or your fantasies might lay doing nothing more than gathering dust. Make the commitment to at least explore one or two during the month. More importantly, take turns and ensure that time is set aside, planned for, especially if there are any other additional preparations that need to occur. Even the planning of a fantasy for someone else can be a very erotic and enjoyable experience. The pleasure of seeing the surprise on a persons face that you have gone to the effort to see to it they experience something, is a gift we should all be giving one another daily!

And finally, don't be afraid to share your deepest darkest secrets. Trust. It's a rule everyone should have, and the one rule that should never be broken! Trust that what you've written down you feel comfortable and trusting enough to share with your partner without comment or recrimination for having shared it. Neither should be judgmental over one another's needs or desires. The "failsafe" as I mentioned in the story, is the simple fact that sometimes a fantasy is just a fantasy. It may very well remain so. So what if one, even two of our personal fantasies remains in the jar? Sometimes just expressing our desires, our fantasies can be fantasy enough. The fact that we can do so, share with our partners what we think about, wonder about, or would (maybe) one day like to experience is better than keeping it to ourselves without ever sharing it. Who knows, maybe after a few months of digestion, that dusty old fantasy might make its way into the bedroom!

I'm certainly no expert. But if life has taught me anything, it's to dare to be bold, take a few risks once in a while, and then sit back and see what happens. Usually, I am blessed with pleasures or experiences I might not have otherwise known, simply because I didn't keep my thoughts to myself.

So grab yourself a jar, a box, whatever you prefer. And start sharing those fantasies! 



Fantasies 11



The sound of children playing in the park behind my flat wakes me and I slowly open my eyes. The windows are still open from last night and the bed covers are scattered on the floor where we pushed them off, the night too hot for winter duvets, especially two of them. 

Moving cautiously so that I don't wake you I reach for my phone to check the time, only 9am, far too early to get up. I roll back onto my side to look at you. 

You're lying on your back, still asleep, your legs tangled in the white fleece throw we'd been using as a cover. You'd surprised me last night by turning up unexpectedly, letting yourself in with the spare key I'd told you I kept in the shed, fooling me into thinking my flatmate had returned before sneaking in and waking me up in the nicest way. 

We'd eventually fallen asleep as the sun came up and my leg muscles are still protesting a little, unaccustomed as I am to late night exercise sessions. I smile, remembering and reach out a finger to trace the length of your arm, enjoying being able to stare at your nakedness without you accusing me of being 'weird'. 

I sit up, careful not to wake you, and slide my fingers slowly down your chest, stopping at your waist where the fleece is wrapped tightly around your hips and slipping my fingers underneath ever so gently to untangle you until you're completely naked. 

You mutter something and I freeze, not wanting you to wake up yet and spoil my enjoyment of being able to watch you. I wait but you seem to be asleep and I relax a little, moving my hand to your hip and leaning over to lick along your collarbone. You taste salty and gorgeous as I lick down your chest and stomach to your cock, already hard and waiting for me. 

I suck it in to my hot, wet mouth, my tongue licking up and down your length and circling the tip as I suck hard and bob my head slowly up and down. I can taste the mingled after taste of last nights sex on my tongue as I suck, my juices mixed with your cum and our sweat, and I feel myself getting even wetter. 

You make some small noise and I glance up, seeing you watching me, eyes half closed, and I catch your eye, moaning as I start to move my head faster. You can feel the vibrations travelling up your shaft and you're shocked to realise how close you are to coming. It's not fair of me to catch you when you're sleepy and vulnerable and you tell me so, dragging my head off your dick and up to your mouth for a kiss. 

I crawl back up the bed eagerly and lie with my leg over yours, my knee brushing not so innocently against your hard cock as we kiss, my wet pussy rubbing against your hip. 

You roll onto your side and reach your hand down, feeling just how wet I am. My breathing quickens as you slowly rub your fingers over my swollen clit and I moan against your mouth as I feel myself getting close to orgasm. 

I push my hand against your shoulder, rolling on top of you and sitting up, rubbing my wetness over the length of your cock before bending down to lick it off with slow strokes of my tongue. 

Sitting up again I rest my hands on your chest before sliding slowly onto you, gasping as you fill me up. I rock my hips back and forth with you buried deep inside me, rubbing my clit against you and relishing the feeling of fullness before starting to ride you properly. 

You grip tightly onto my hips, encouraging me to move faster, digging your nails into the fleshy part of my back as your breathing becomes rapid and unsteady. 

I can feel you growing even bigger inside me and I clench my muscles, pushing down hard so my clit hits against you with each thrust as you move your hips up to meet mine. My eyes are closed and I'm making little breathy sounds as I feel myself on the edge before my muscles clench and I come around you, collapsing against your chest and breathing hard, my heart racing. 

Grasping my hips, you flip me onto my back before pounding into me faster and faster, your balls bouncing off my arse as you drive harder, lifting my ankles to your shoulders as you thrust deeper, before emptying yourself into me with a long groan. Kissing my forehead you let my legs drop to the bed, both of us breathing hard.

"Maybe mornings aren't so bad after all," I say with a grin. 



Fantasies



"Hello?" I called, tentatively walking forwards in to the dark. "Anyone here?" My voice echoed back to me, the hall I was in seemed quite big.

I didn't even know why i was here. I had gotten a text from my girlfriend, Kirsty, about an hour before, telling me to come here, to come in and close the door. I had never been here before, so i had no idea what to expect.

It was very dark. My eyes had not yet adjusted so I could hardly see a thing. Suddenly i heard footsteps behind me. I went to turn around, but a voice stopped me, "Don't move" It was a female voice.

Then i felt something being pressed over my eyes, and realised i was being blindfolded. The almost complete darkness was transformed in to utter blackness.

"Hey, what the hell?" I asked, shocked. I was rewarded with a sharp slap on my backside. It didn't hurt, but it got the message across that i was not to ask questions.

Then i felt someone unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my chest. In a matter of seconds my shirt was removed. I shivered slightly, as it was cold in that hall, and i felt soft hands lightly trace abstract designs on my belly and chest. I allowed myself to enjoy the sensation, then i became aware of a slight rattling noise.

Someone else had come up, and quick as a flash, my hands were secured in handcuffs. Then those handcuffs were pulled above my head and hooked on to something, so i was standing there, blindfolded, topless and restrained.

I began to worry slightly, but i knew Kirsty would not do anything to harm me, so i relaxed again. I thought i knew what was going on. Recently, Kirsty and I had been confiding secret fantasies in each other. I had a feeling this could play out to be the enactment of one of mine.

I felt my belt being undone, and removed, then my jeans were unbuttoned and slid down my legs, removed and tossed away. All of this had been turning me on, and that was now evident through my boxer shorts. I felt a hand trace the outline of my erection and felt it grow. 

Then the voice came again, softly, whispered in my ear, "My, aren't you good looking under all those clothes, hmm? I know all about you, and what you want. And for questioning me earlier, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished."

The mouth withdrew and i felt a twinge of apprehension. I had a small idea what this punishment might entail.

Sure enough, i heard a swish and a crack, and a sharp pain exploded in my ass. It felt like a cane. I flinched but didn't make a sound., merely braced myself for another one. I waited for what seemed like an age, but was probably in fact closer to 30 seconds, and relaxed thinking that was all i was getting for that transgression. As i relaxed, the cane swung again, landing on my rear with another sharp crack. I gasped slightly at the pain and felt my backside heating up. What followed was 5 more strokes in very quick succession, landing over both buttocks, leaving me panting and gasping for air, but my erection was more prominent than ever,

"Hmm, seems you enjoyed that, didn't you?" said the voice.

Then blindfold was taken off and i blinked against the light. What, or rather who I saw, shocked me. Obviously Kirsty was there, but as well as her was my best mate, Will's, girlfriend, Claire.

Kirsty is about 5'9, well built with short brown hair and 36C breasts. Claire is maybe 5'6, petite, with long, blonde-brown hair and maybe 34BB breasts. 

Kirsty was wearing a sexy black chemise with a black thong. I knew about the thong because i had seen it before.

Claire was wearing a bra and matching panties that i knew will had bought for her.

The two of them smiled at me, turned to each other and began to kiss. Not just any kiss. They were attacking each others mouths with hunger, hands roaming over each other's bodies. This was amazing. I had never seen to girls kissing before, despite fantasising about it.

The blindfold was back over my eyes, and i was being moved. My hands were released from the hook. I was pushed down on to my knees, then forwards on to all fours. A hand grabbed my hair and pushed my face down – into a soaking wet, clean shaven cunt.

I needed no encouragement and dived in, probing, licking and sucking all over that tasty cunt. It had to belong to Claire, because i knew the taste of Kirsty's. This was slightly sweeter, like honey. 

I heard moans, rewarding my efforts, then i heard the unmistakable swish of a whip and felt a belt connect with my ass. I jerked, but the hand in my hair kept me at my job, while my ass took another punishment from the belt.

I lost count of the strokes, but it must have been around twenty, when i felt Claire tense up and moan loudly, her pussy becoming more drenched, and i knew she had cum. At this point the shipping stopped, and i felt Claire move away. Then i felt someone step behind me and run their finger up my ass, gently probing my asshole. I had never done anal play before, though it was a big fantasy of mine, and i felt my erection harden almost painfully. Suddenly i became aware of someone in front of me as well, and i felt something brush against my lips. I realised with shock that it was a cock. Guessing this must be Will just heightened my excitement. I am not gay, but i have always wanted to experience sucking cock, and being fucked. I opened my mouth, and the head of this cock entered. It was smooth, velvety and large. I swirled my tongue around the head and felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me down on to the stiff pole. The head hit the back of my throat and i gagged slightly. I became aware of lube being rubbed in to my ass, and fingers probing inside me. I moaned in anticipation and was rewarded with a slap to my tender ass. I know will felt the moan because the cock jerked in my mouth. Then i felt something pressing against my ass. I realised that it was a dildo.

It entered me smoothly, thanks to the lube, but the pain was still extreme. Suddenly i felt Will pull me further on to his cock, and it slid past my gag reflex into my throat.

Within a few seconds i was being fucked viciously in the mouth and ass, all the while moaning and receiving slaps to my ass. The dildo felt about 5 inches long, but Will's cock felt about 8 inches and i was deepthroating him.

This continued for about 5 minutes when i felt Will tense up, as if he was about to cum. Instead though, he pulled out, as did Kirsty, who was fucking my ass.

I was then stretched out on the floor, hands and feet secured either end. My blindfold was taken off and i was Kirsty lowering her pussy on to my cock, rubbing her sweet lips over my sensitive head. Will was standing at my head and Claire lowered her pussy to my face, while taking his cock into her mouth.

I once again delved my tongue in to those sweet depths and felt her body respond. Then i felt Kirsty plunge me into her, and i was simultaneously being fucked and eating out.

I felt my nut sac tighten and knew i was going to cum. At the same time, Kirsty and Claire exploded into orgasms, and Claire's moaning onto his cock drove Will over the edge too.

We lay there, soaking up the waves of pleasure, and I fell asleep. When i woke up, i was in the car next to Kirsty, and we were driving home.



Fantasies 12



"What would you do if I sent you a picture of my panties and an address and told you to find me?" I text. 

"Well obviously I'd jump in my car and come after you ;)" you reply. 

"Good :)" I send back, followed by the promised picture. 

Oh!

You didn't expect that!

The location follows soon after. The game begins. 

***

Pulling on a pair of jeans and a t shirt you hunt around for your keys, the idea of me waiting patiently somewhere for you making you hurry, although you'd never admit it. 

You take a look at the picture again, trying to imagine what I'm doing as I wait. Well you'll find out soon enough. You drag on a sweater and eagerly run down to your car.

Tapping the location into your satnav as you drive, you feel yourself harden in anticipation. Somewhere out there you'll find me, minus my panties.

You wonder if I'm touching myself. You wonder if I'm wet yet. You reach down and unbutton your jeans as you drive, stroking yourself as you think of me. Not far now, not far. 

***

You pull into the deserted car park of a hardware store. It's almost 9pm and the store closed an hour ago, the industrial estate its located in is quiet with just the occasional passing car. 

Good location you think. Now where am I?

My car's nowhere in sight but then you didn't expect me to make it easy for you. You scan the photo again looking for clues. The panties are tied to a mesh fence next to a big wheelie bin. You guess that must be somewhere around the back of the store and driving toward the rear entrance your headlights indeed pick out a mesh fence and some bins. 

Grinning to yourself you stop the car out of sight of the road and get out, walking over to the fence. 

As you approach, the security light goes on, startling you, but you appreciate the added illumination, it's dark round here with the glare of the street lamps blocked by the building. 

Slowly you walk up to the fence, half expecting me to jump out on you before you get there, but you reach it without incident and start methodically checking along for my underwear. 

You find them tied to the fence about waist high, hidden in the shadows between bins number two and three and you smile in relief. At least this wasn't a wild goose chase. 

Slowly you turn, searching the shadows for me, looking for any sign of movement, your ears straining to pick up the sound of my breathing. 

Unable to see me you reach out to retrieve my panties, balling them up to shove in your pocket for later, then sucking in a sharp breath as something sticks into your finger. 

Pulling them out again you realise there's a note pinned to the fabric. Written on the small scrap of paper is another address. You yank out the pin and throw it in the bin, holding the note in one hand and pushing my panties back into your pocket with the other. 

Looking more closely at the address, you feel your phone buzz an incoming message. Hmm, wonder who that could be, you think wryly. Sure enough, it's me again. This time with a picture of my bra hanging on a door and the text "Congratulations. Next stop..."

This game gets better and better you think, now not only am I not wearing any knickers but I have no bra either. Fleetingly you wonder what else I might be wearing. Knowing me it'll be something easy access, a dress or a skirt. 

As you settle back into your car to go to the next location, the balled up fabric in your pocket reminds you of what I am (or aren't) wearing and you groan in frustration, thinking of me sitting somewhere half naked playing teasing games with you. 

The flash of headlights on the road behind you remind you that you need to get going and you start the engine, realising as you begin to drive that every time you lift your foot off the clutch, the mass in your pocket presses against you, exacerbating your frustration. 

Trust me to choose a location the other side of town! All this stopping and starting at traffic lights might make you blow your load before you even reach me!

You curse me under your breath, thinking that even without being there I've still found a way to rub against you. If you didn't know better you'd think I'd planned this somehow just to tease you...

***

Pulling into the petrol station you head straight for the toilet. It's the only door I could hang anything on without it being obvious, although you're curious how I managed to make sure it remained undisturbed for the 20 minutes it took you to get here. You're pretty certain I won't be meeting you here and leaving an address and a bra in a toilet for anyone to find is a little risky, even for me. The 'out of order' sign on the door answers that question and, looking quickly around to ensure you're unnoticed, you slip inside, locking the door behind you. 

The motion activated lights flicker on as you look around, spotting my bra almost instantly, as well as the note attached. 

This time you're careful to remove the pin before grabbing anything and in a second you hold the note in your hand. But now you have a dilemma. What to do with the bra?

Your phone vibrates as another message comes through, this time a picture of my skirt, red, short, hanging on a coat hanger from a fence, underneath a sign that you recognise instantly, what the hell am I doing there? And how the hell did I get my skirt there without being seen?

The text accompanying the picture reads, "Don't lose that bra, it's my favourite!"

Well that decides it, you suppose, the bra has to come with you, but it's not like you can just walk out with it in your hand. 

You curse yourself for rushing. If you'd pulled on a pair of cargo pants instead of the jeans you'd have plenty of pockets big enough to take it, but you're guessing I won't appreciate you trying to bend the wire to fit it inside your jeans which really only leaves one option. 

Heaving a sigh you pull out the front of your trousers and, folding it carefully, you gingerly push the bra inside, the wire digging into the base of your cock and the lace scratching slightly over your shaft as you wriggle uncomfortably. 

The knowledge that you're walking around with my bra stuffed down your trousers and my panties in your pocket is both incredibly erotic and also incredibly embarrassing. As you try to move normally you're sure everyone is looking at you, and the trip to the car seems to take an absolute age. 

Face flushed slightly you sink into the car seat, pulling the offending items out and dropping them on the seat beside you. 

Tapping the address into the satnav you have a moment to wonder what it is I'm actually wearing now. 

Driving away you catch a glimpse of a blue car pulling out behind you. For a second you're certain its mine, but then it turns off and you dismiss the idea. Even I wouldn't be so brazen as to drive into a brightly lit forecourt, half naked, would I?

***

Pulling up next to the railway station entrance you spot my skirt immediately. 

Jumping out of the car you look around nervously, wondering who's watching you, before grabbing it off the coat hanger and sprinting back to your seat, locking the door behind you and breathing hard. 

Flipping the skirt over you look for my note, but there's nothing. Frantically you turn it inside out, feeling round the seams, no note!

A buzzing in your pocket makes you drag out your phone. The picture shows my vest top laying on a concrete slab. Grinning with relief you let out a huge sigh. You recognise that location, or at least you think you do. Maybe it doesn't matter that you lost the note after all. 

The sound of a car engine revving next to you makes you look up. 

You catch my eye through the glass and have just enough time to think 'holy shit, she's naked!' before I wheel-spin off in the direction of the beach. 

Revving your engine you pick up the chase, I have a head start but you know I'm not going to do anything too risky in case I get pulled over. You can just see my tail lights as I turn the corner and you smirk thinking you're going to be right on my bumper at the traffic lights, but when you get there I've vanished. 

The thought of me driving around town, naked, has you so hard you're aching. You just hope you can remember where you're going without my lead. I always drove before so you didn't pay too much attention but surely it can't be that difficult. 

***

Parking up by the swimming pool you glance over to the passenger seat, before shaking your head and climbing out. You could be nice and bring my clothes with you, but at the moment you don't feel too 'nice'. You're horny as hell, hard as granite, and you've been chasing me all over town for the best part of two hours. Maybe after you've worked off some of this frustration you'll allow me to persuade you to bring them back. In the meantime I can damn well stay naked on the beach until you're done!

Your shoes on the pebbles make a horrendous racket as you stride towards me. I'm sitting, cross legged and completely naked, exactly where you thought I would be. A naughty smile spreading over my face as I see your expression. My gaze falling to where your cock is clearly pushing against your jeans. 

Reaching me you grab a handful of my hair, pulling my head towards you to kiss me hard, the other working your belt and trousers until they fall round your ankles. 

With a low growl you push me back, grabbing my ankles and pulling my legs apart as without hesitation you ram your cock into me. I cry out and you pause, worried that you've hurt me, but I wrap my legs around your waist and dig my heels into your arse, pushing you further inside me until you're buried as deep as you can go. 

I moan and my pussy clamps around you as you just stand there, a little shocked and bemused at your own behaviour. 

"What are you waiting for?" I pant. "Fuck me!"

A slow smirk spreads over your face and I panic a little, the feel of you inside me is driving me wild, if you try to tease me now I may actually die!

Grabbing hold of my hips, you lift them slightly, pulling back inch by inch until just the tip of you is still inside me. 

You watch as I bite my lip and moan, writhing beneath you, trying to use my legs and my hips to drag you back into me. 

Just when I think I can't take it any more you dig your fingers into my hips and slam back into me, making me cry out again, then whimper as I feel you slowly starting to withdraw again. 

"Please," I whisper incoherently, my mind unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of you and what you're doing to me. "Please?"

My muscles clench around you again and with a groan you thrust back inside me, moving hard and fast now as I moan my thanks. Each thrust making your balls slap against my arse and your pelvis bump hard against my clit. 

With a stifled cry you feel me cum around you and you look down to see I've stuffed my fist into my mouth to keep myself from screaming out loud. It's a public beach after all. 

The thought of discovery and the sensation of my pussy convulsing around you is enough to send you over the edge and with one last thrust you pull out, covering my face, breasts and belly with your cum. 

You carry on rubbing your cock up and down along my wet slit as I open my eyes and you reach up to wipe a blob of cum from my chin. 

I lick my lips and smile up at you and you bend down to kiss me tenderly, a laugh building in your throat as you realise that now, not only do I have to walk back to the car naked, but I have to do it naked and covered in cum. 

You stand up, enjoying the view for a second, before yanking off your jumper and sliding it over my head. 

"There you go, that'll do until I can get you somewhere more private," you say. 

"Can't wait," I reply with a smile.



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I'm leaning on the railings at the side of the ferry, gazing out over the calm blue sea and thinking it looks more like Ibiza than England, when you appear behind me, your hands slipping round to grab my breasts as you whisper "guess who" in my ear. 

I try to be stern as I tell you off but I can't help giggling, who else would be so silly?

Leaning my head back against your shoulder I link my hands behind your head and pull you down to me for a kiss, laughing up at you as I nip at your lip.

The warm sun caresses my exposed neck and a light sea breeze keeps the temperature down, warm enough to go without a sweater or coat but not so warm that it becomes uncomfortable. 

Savouring the heat of you standing behind me I arch my back, pushing my hips against you and feeling your erection press into me through the thin fabric of my dress as my nipples harden beneath your teasing fingers.

Your hand reaches between us and pushes the back of my skirt up. I start to protest but you shush me. You don't want anyone to hear and come investigate. After all, the only thing separating us and the other passengers seated on the top deck is the lifeboat hanging to our left and the launch mechanism.

You squeeze my arse in your hands, kissing the back of my neck as I reach back to unzip your trousers, leaving the button at the top fastened so they don't fall around your ankles.

Your cock springs out, hard and ready and I bend forward slightly, spreading my legs and pushing my hips back against you. I feel the head nudge against my backside and I wriggle eagerly in anticipation, my pussy wet and waiting for you.

You reach down to position yourself between my legs and I feel you slide smoothly into me. Leaning forward a little more, I bump back against you, encouraging you to give me more, deeper, I need to feel all of you inside me.

You take a good grip on my hips, your fingers digging into my soft flesh and pull out, slamming back in hard and I bite my lip to stop myself moaning out loud. It feels so good when you do that. Slowly you repeat the action, keeping that steady rhythm as I feel the tension building in my tummy.

I let one hand fall between my legs and I rub myself as you increase the speed of your thrusts, pistoning in and out of me, our groins making loud slapping noises as they hit, the sound instantly drowned beneath the growl of the ferries engine and the rolling waves. The rocking motion of the boat pushes you into me at a different angle and I feel myself tighten as you groan quietly in my ear. The pressure at this angle rubbing us both in just the right places.

Your fingers dig tighter into my skin, your grip hard and almost painful as you thrust hard into me one last time. Your cock pulsing inside me as you rest your head on my shoulder. Your hips jerking convulsively as you continue to pump me full of your cum. 

My pussy squeezes you tight as I ripple around you. My own orgasm hitting me hard just seconds after yours. 

Your warm breath on my neck feels sensational on my sensitive skin and I shudder beneath you, my pussy twitching with aftershocks as you very deliberately nipple on the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

With a quick kiss you pull out, letting my skirt drop back down as we breathe heavily. Leaning back against you, your hands circling my waist, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, before the captains voice comes over the tannoy, telling us it's time to get back to our respective cars. 

Reluctantly we move apart, stepping out from our hiding place to join the other passengers converging on the stairs. 

I smile to myself as I climb into my car, feeling your cum begin to trickle down the inside of my leg, planning what I will do to you on the ferry back this evening. 



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"Hey Jason," I shouted. "Jason!"

There was no reply from the house. I sighed and stretched, enjoying the electric tingle in my muscles, the hot feeling that faded as I relaxed again. I trailed my hand once through the pool slowly, then brushed it across my forehead. Cool drops of water ran ticklish down my face, dripped off my chin to plant icy kisses on the soft skin between my breasts. I stood up, hooking a finger around the Lycra fabric of my bikini bottoms and pulling them out and over my left buttock, which the material had shifted to expose.

I slid the patio door open and walked through the living room into the kitchen. I could feel my skin get goosebumps as I moved from the hot summer day into the air conditioned house. I opened the fridge and cold air gusted over my body. Hunting around, I finally found a cupboard with glasses, took one and poured out some chilled orange juice. Faintly, through the wall, I heard the low tones of Jason's voice and decided to go looking for him. I'd finished the book he'd loaned me -- a slender Murakami novel -- and wanted something else.

I wandered through the corridors of the house, feeling oddly out of place. I've never learned how to feel comfortable in other people's homes. I heard Jason again, his voice urgent, and I wondered who he was talking too. The house was miles from anywhere, and I'd have heard a car coming up the long drive. I considered going to my room and getting my dressing gown or grabbing a bath towel to wrap around my body. He's on the phone, I thought, or at worst talking to people online.

He was in his room, so I raised my arm and lightly wrapped on the lintel. "Come," I heard him grunt, so I raised an eyebrow and walked in.

He was lying on his bed, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth gaping in a distended O-shape. Spread over his nose and cheeks were a used pair of my panties. They were my skimpy pink ones, little more than a thong at the back with a front panel about one inch square. I wore them when I was hoping to get lucky; it was the only time I could use them because unless I shaved my bush completely it ended up looking like a guy with a beard blowing bubble gum. I'd worn them two or three nights ago when I'd borrowed Jason's car and went to a club in town. That night I'd struck out.

Jason seemed to be enjoying them, though. One hand held them clasped to his face, where he inhaled their scent with considerable stertor. The other was wrapped fiercely around his cock. "Oh, I'm gonna come," he moaned. "Your pussy tastes so good, Karen. Do you like being fucked by your cousin." His tongue lapped out and left a trail of glistening saliva over the crotch of my panties.

He had a nice cock, about average in length and width, with a big purple head around which his foreskin was stretched tight. His hand was moving fast enough that it seemed to blur, slamming up to the tip of his cock then running all the way down to his balls. Jason clearly didn't like to man-scape, as his smallish balls were swaddled in a thick nest of curly brown hair. As I watched, his back arched slightly off the bed, the hand holding my panties over his face clamped down on his balls and began to massage them furiously. Unsupported, my panties tumbled down to drape over his chin just as he groaned and shot a thin stream of milky cum into the sparse hairs on his slightly chubby belly.

I backed away, stifling a small giggle that I felt building uncontrollably in my throat. I wasn't sure whether to be absolutely disgusted or slightly flattered. When my cousin had told me I could come and stay at his house for a few weeks to get work out of my head, I hadn't thought he'd intended to replace it with the image of him straining to orgasm while sniffing my panties. On the other hand, I hadn't had sex in six months, so it felt good to know that at least someone found me attractive.

I went to my bedroom and lay down on the bed. I couldn't risk seeing Jason just now, I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. My skin still felt hot from the sunbathing. I was intensely aware of my pussy. I wasn't wet, nor was I even a little aroused physically, but I felt gravid with the potential to be aroused. I could feel the possibility of orgasm looming in my future, only a few touches of my clever hands away. I idly wished I'd brought my vibrator, but ever since Fight Club I've been afraid to travel with it.

Instead, I reached under the bed and fumbled about until I found my laptop. It was in sleep mode, so I opened the lid, typed in my password and started up my word processing software. I began to type...

Through the corner of her volcanic blue eye, Jasmine saw the curtain twitch in the upper story bedroom of the house next to hers. While she had been away at college a family had moved in next door. She'd met them the other night. The man was old and had a pot belly and had stared down her cleavage for about half an hour, not that she could blame him. The woman was flat chested and thin lipped, with hair so short Jasmine wondered if she was a lesbian. They had introduced their son, Eric. He was 18 and very pale and slightly overweight. He had a nice smile and, when she'd shook his hand, he'd blushed until she thought he'd pass out. Jasmine was certain he was a virgin.

She was out sunbathing now, wearing a bikini so tiny it barely managed to cover her big labial pink nipples and made it abundantly clear that her pussy was completely bald. At least she had been wearing the bikini. But then she'd noticed something moving above her and had looked up, carefully, the glance disguised by her sunglasses. Eric was peering at her, trying to conceal himself behind the curtain. With extravagant nonchalance, she'd peeled off the bikini top, revealing her large, round breasts to the sun. In the window, she saw Eric's hand beginning to move, and she felt her pussy gush thinking about this guy jerking off to her body.

She put on a bit of a show for him, pouting her lips in a little blowjob moue, running her hands over her firm tits until her nipples stood hugely erect. She wished she could take off the panties and bare her pussy for him, but with her brother in the house and no way of knowing when her parents would return, she didn't quite dare. Instead, she slipped her index finger down the front of her thong panties and thrust it deep inside her pussy. She was soaking wet and almost moaned -- her index finger was more slender by far than the big dildo she'd brought home from college but it still felt good.

She took her finger to her full lips and swallowed it, running it out through her lips like a little cock. A small spatter of white fluid struck the window and began to run down it. Jasmine lowered her sunglasses until they perched on the tip of her button nose and winked once at the window. The curtain slammed shut.

She ran her hands down her body in one smooth motion, spreading wide to caress the sides of her firm breasts, sweeping in to graze her nails lightly over her flat belly, swirling round to grind the backs of her fingers over the swollen pussy lips plumply pressing the slight material of her panties. She'd only shaved her pussy the night before, not being able to go and get it waxed while she was at home, and it felt very sensitive. Jasmine thought of the big dildo, hidden at the bottom of a bag and stuffed into the back of her closet.

When she got upstairs, she heard her brother talking and figured he was on Xbox, playing Left 4 Dead with one of his college friends. Jesse was two years older than her and made a big deal of how smart he was -- not smart enough to be outside on a sunny day, though, Jasmine thought. In school some of her friends had thought he was hot and Jasmine supposed he had a pretty good body, with him being on the swim team, but he was a total loser.

"Oh yeah", she heard him say. Must have killed the witch, she smirked. "Oh, your pussy feels so tight," she heard. Did he have a girl in there? Jasmine felt her pussy burning with lust. Last night Heather had been paying him a lot of attention -- could he have picked up on it?

Jasmine slipped the heeled sandals she'd been wearing off the slender arches of her feet and tiptoed over to her brother's door. It was slightly cracked and she managed to nudge it open slowly without it squeaking.

Her brother was lying naked on the bed, jerking both hands up and down the huge shaft of his massive cock. It must have been nearly a foot long, and it was so thick that his fingers couldn't quite close around it. He was uncircumcised, and his foreskin was wrapped tight around the big head. Jasmine gasped in shock, and Jesse opened his eyes and looked at her in horror.

"Jasmine, what the fuck?"

Then he saw her, his lush younger sister and stopped talking. His eyes greedily took in the sight of her magnificent breasts, still bare. They were tanned a light golden brown, even all over and her bright pink nipples were hard and long. Her flat belly would have looked good on a pop star and from the look of her panties her pussy was obviously sopping wet.

"It's so big... can I stroke it, Jasmine asked...

I came hard, with a shudder I felt all over my body, a charge than ran to the tips of my toes and the ends of my hair, which felt like it was standing on end. I'd fingered myself as I wrote, experienced fingers eking every ounce of pleasure out of my pussy. I grabbed some wipes from my bags and cleaned my hand, rearranged my disarrayed clothes and wiped sweat off my brow. The room was redolent of my sex.

I read over what I'd written, correcting a few spelling mistakes from my one-handed typing and briefly considering changing the brother's name so it would be further away from my cousin's. It would be fine, I thought, after all I post stories to Literotica under a male name. An online friend of mine used a woman's name for his stories -- he said he got more feedback and he found it funny when guys wrote asking if "she" wanted to hook up with them -- and I didn't need the hassle.

I could see where the story was going. The brother and sister would fuck then eventually, either that day or more likely after I'd strung out a few more sex scenes, their parents would catch them. Before that Jasmine would introduce her brother's cock to her friends. I could probably get a few chapters out of it. 

I sighed slowly.



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One night, taking a study break, I decided to get into a chat room and discuss things with others out there in the great wide world. I so rarely get to speak to the normal person about normal things. You don't always find people with normal thoughts and actions in graduate programs. Ok, so my particular thoughts this evening weren't all that normal, but who's counting. All I typically get to talk to people about are my research interests, my current studies, what I want to do when I grow up... as if 25 isn't grown up... 

My family sees it as a hindrance that I have never had a "real" job, blue-collared as they are. Multiple graduate assistantships and fellowships never work for them. I found out that I am good at learning and playing the academia game. Is there any reason I can't continue to study and research and contribute on a higher level?

So on this particular evening, I end up in a chat room that is more adult inclined. I don't have sex often, but I seriously enjoy it whenever I am in a committed relationship. I've never had a one-night stand, and I have heard friends describe me in a way that could be considered "serial monogamy". I have toys, but you can't feel around a plastic vibrator what you can around a hot, pulsing cock... especially when the man comes hard and fast. However, I've never met a cock that could vibrate, either. 

I wind up in a chat room devoted to the darker side of sex. I was pleased to see some of the people that I recognized in the room. Maybe this was the only place I could let the "me" out to play. All of my relationships have been so safe, if not chaste, but somewhat boring. 

I had spoken with cock_sure_325 before, so it was my pleasure to see him on again. He could be a little cocky (pun intended), but I enjoyed his point of view... In fact, I will listen to any point of view, but I may not agree with it. I know he will not answer if I approach him, so I wait for him to approach me in the room, anticipating that he will and praying I don't get wrapped into a conversation that annoys me and makes me want to leave the room. He's probably talking to some other tasty morsel, anyways. Three instant messages pop up almost instantly with generic lines like "want to party" "I want you to suck my cock" and "are you nakd". After ignoring such interesting invitations, and many others after "I want to be your slave!, I was ready to give up. I had already sat there in anticipation of him sending an instant message for about 45 minutes. Here's a hint, if you ever find me in a sexual chat room, do not ask to be my slave. I am totally submissive, I will answer "I'm sub" and not answer you again. 

Cock_sure_325: Well hello again. I see you've been on for quite some time. Are you busy in a discussion with someone else? 

How fast should I answer?... I waited to the count of 15... 

Honey_suckle: No, I was just beginning to fix my dinner (which was the truth).

Cock_sure_325: Need me to let you go?

Honey_suckle: No. I'm ready to eat. 

Cock_sure_325: Me too...

Honey_suckle: What are you having? 

Cock_sure_325: depends

Honey_suckle: On what?

Cock_sure_325: It's a surprise

Honey_suckle: Like I'm going to see that surprise. You're somewhere out there and I'm sitting in my kitchen on my laptop. 

Cock_sure_325: I guess I will just make due with a sandwich. U?

Honey_suckle: That's hardly a surprise. Chicken salad and vegetable soup.

Cock_sure_325: Not the surprise I was talking about.

Honey_suckle: Oh. 

Later in the conversation, we chose to pick up the old conversation that was never fully finished. 

Honey_suckle: At least I acknowledge my fantasies... 

cock_sure_325: I never said that I didn't 

Honey_suckle: well you never say what they are, you just ask me about mine... 

cock_sure_325: Is it a problem that I want to get to know you? And I don't think that you are acknowledging all of your fantasies. 

Honey_suckle: I think that's kind of hard on the internet environment. 

cock_sure_325: I don't agree. 

Honey_suckle: What do you mean?

cock_sure_325: Well, from our previous conversations, I know that you like cock

Honey_suckle: nice deduction

cock_sure_325: Please don't interrupt. I know that you are a graduate student in the Midwest, and could probably guess at what university if I was hard pressed based on your course of study and that you teach. I know that you are into science, and I know that you are relatively young for a doctoral student in your field of study.

After a moment, I answered

Honey_suckle: Ok, so you remember well.

cock_sure_325: I remember everything you've ever told me...

Honey_suckle: Everything?

cock_sure_325: everything, and I even have a file.

Honey_suckle:. A file? What are you a stalker?

Nothing 

Honey_suckle: So what do you think my fantasies are?

cock_sure_325: Hmmm, you write them well on-line

Honey_suckle: I'm sorry, where have I written them? I haven't told you all of them on here. 

cock_sure_325: I have seen your writings on Literotica

Honey_suckle: How, when I didn't give you my name to look under?

cock_sure_325: You gave me your personal e-mail address once when you sent a picture. You shouldn't use your username for that, but it was helpful for me. Back to the topic at hand, you do have a few fetishes that are easily displayed

Honey_suckle: If you are so sure, what are they?

cock_sure_325: You want to be used. 

Honey_suckle: I'm sorry?

cock_sure_325: You want to be used for someone else's pleasure. 

Honey_suckle: Don't most people who come to these sites?

cock_sure_325: No, some come because they like to use.

Honey_suckle: Are you one of the users?

cock_sure_325: Most likely, since we're talking now, but we're not discussing me...

Honey_suckle: So, describe how I want to be used.

cock_sure_325: You would like to serve the wishes of one person, fulfill their wishes. 

Honey_suckle: I'm not a genie

cock_sure_325: I don't mean those kinds of wishes. I mean sexually fulfill their desires and commands. 

Honey_suckle: What kinds of commands do you feel I want to fulfill?

cock_sure_325: Whatever your partner desires. You wish to submit to someone else's desire and control. You wish to be used, but never abused. 

Honey_suckle: I have terms...

cock_sure_325: I'm sure you do, but you have a couple other fantasies you wish could be fulfulled...

Honey_suckle: Not really sure what you're talking about.

cock_sure_325: You know what I'm talking about. 

Honey_suckle: Enlighten me, please. 

cock_sure_325: Gladly. You have a forced impregnation fantasy, and you have a kidnapping fantasy. 

Honey_suckle: How did you know...?

cock_sure_325: Even what you haven't told me, I remember.

Honey_suckle: I have never told anyone that I would like to be kidnapped. I don't think that I have even written it into my stories. 

cock_sure_325: Would you allow yourself to be?

Honey_suckle: Kidnapped?

cock_sure_325: Yeah.

At this point I took a long pause... I had always wondered what it could be like, but how do you arrange something like that? I haven't been serious about anyone in a while, so no one has even playfully attempted it. 

Honey_suckle: I don't know. I thought about it once, but I don't know how to safely arrange something like that. 

cock_sure_325: I could fulfill one of your deepest desires, and maybe all of them. 

Honey_suckle: Would that be a promise you are willing to keep, sir?

cock_sure_325: yes. 

Honey_suckle: How do you arrange a kidnapping? How do you do something like that without getting the police involved? 

cock_sure_325: There are ways. 

Honey_suckle: hmm

cock_sure_325: So, would you? 

Honey_suckle: I'm interested in talking more about it. If it were arranged so that there wouldn't be police action, maybe.

cock_sure_325: You go on summer break in a week, right?

Honey_suckle: Yeah, right after final grades are turned in. I don't start work for almost a month. 

Cock_sure_325: is offline...

What the hell. Did I just agree to something? I never said yes... only that if it were arranged so that there wouldn't be any police involvement. 

Finals week came and went. The web conversation slipped my mind for the most part. I kept dwelling on the possibility of some day arranging a kidnapping. I spent time as a graduate assistant grading papers and recording scores, the fun stuff of enslaving yourself to an institution for a degree. I was on campus late Friday evening, but I turned in the grades to the secretary's mailbox so that I wouldn't have to turn them in on Monday when they were actually due. That would mean an extra trip to campus when I was pretty well done with the place. It had been a difficult semester. 

I forgot to move my car from the parking lot that I normally park to a closer location to my office just before dark. I always hated walking through the woods to get to my car, but I would have to do it to get there. I really hated it that I let it get dark on me. I found myself looking back and forth, not paying attention to where I was walking, but to my surroundings. Finally I made it to my car; or where my car should have been. I know I parked out here. I search in my purse for my cell phone, but I couldn't find it. There's not an emergency box anywhere near me, either. The nearest one is in the wooded area again. Since it's the last day of the semester, there's no one around. Not another car in the lot either. 

I walk back to my building, to my office, and find my cell phone on the desk with a note and a ribbon attached. 

Your car is outside. Signed C_S_325 P.S. Do not call anyone if you would like a fantasy fulfilled. 

Oh shit. He did know where I was, who I was (what I drove!). What had I done or said that would tell him this? Is he one of those computer nerds that know everything and can find anything? Am I being stalked by a mad man? My mind rushed and continued to rush. 

My car was, indeed, outside the building. It was not there as I left the building or as I came back or I would have passed it! There wasn't a scratch on it. The door was locked, and there was a single red rose on the driver's seat. I know that I was the only person who had a key. What the hell? There was no note.

I knew it had to have been him, it had to be. 

I had to get home and see how he had done this, contact him the only way I knew how. I just didn't understand. 

Home was 25 miles away, another reason I didn't want to come into campus on Monday. I had to conserve gas since I was technically unemployed for a month. I headed home after the car started and cooled off a bit. It was hot for May. I chose to buy a house in the rural area surrounding the college town. It was quite, relaxing, cheap, an upcoming area, an investment... My own private space. I was two miles from the house when my car died. I looked at the gas gauge and it was on empty. I filled it up yesterday. That's impossible! I was two miles from home. Should I call someone, or should I walk? I tried my cell phone. It was dead to the point it wouldn't even turn on. A sneaking suspicion had me rechecking the weight of the phone and then taking the back of the phone off. The battery is gone. After working in the field, I have learned that sometimes when the phone is dropped in a creek during water sampling, it's better to just have a spare battery. Since field work can be dicey when dealing with waterways perceived to be owned by gun-toting individuals, I always had a back up battery in the glove compartment. But it wasn't there! I could have sworn that it was in my glove compartment, but all I found was a rosebud. Hmmm. This was becoming more interesting by the moment. I didn't really feel like I was in any danger. 

No phone, no car movement. I could walk... It took me a few minutes to decide, but I walked. No one was going to come behind me and offer a ride, people only used this road when they had to because of construction or if they lived on this road. Most other people were older; they don't get out this time of night. At this point, my stomach starts growling. Apparently, I had forgotten to eat. The longer I am in graduate school, the more often this happens. 

Leaving my car on the side of the road, locked and with my laptop case strung around me, I strike out at a very quick pace home. To my surprise, I make it to my little yellow house in farmland without any further incidents. My neighbor's cat greets me, and I take out my key to enter my house. Half expecting someone to be waiting on me inside, I checked all of the small rooms. No one jumped out of the closet to scare me, but my home computer in my bedroom was on and I was logged into a private chat with cock_sure_325. He must be a hacker.

Cock_sure_325: You're home...

Honey_suckle: How in the hell did you do this

cock_sure_325: A Master never gives away his secrets.

Honey_suckle: How did you know where to find me? 

cock_sure_325: your campus wasn't that hard to determine from our conversations, a simple search with your name at the campus information desk proved it. I even found your picture on your departmental page some time ago. You gave me your first name a long time ago... 

Honey_suckle: how did you do that with my car?

cock_sure_325: You don't leave your office locked all the time...

Honey_suckle: what?!? Are you stalking me?

Cock_sure_325: please relax. If I had wanted anything bad to happen to you tonight, it would have happened already. 

Honey_suckle: ok 

I blew out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

cock_sure_325: your car should be outside, now. Go check. While you're out there (if you are still interested in this) look in the trunk.

I just had to see this. Does he have someone working for him? I can't see where I park from any of my interior windows, so I went outside. I took a super flashlight with me, just in case, one of the heavy ones that felt like a baseball bat. The car was there. Oh my. I open the trunk and there are more roses, a box, a bottle of wine, a letter, and an extra gas can with a tag that says "just in case." I gathered everything up except the gas can and carried it straight to my computer desk. 

Honey_suckle: I'm baffled.

cock_sure_325: Why?

Honey_suckle: What's going on here?

cock_sure_325: I am fulfilling other fantasies you have that I have noticed in your readings... 

Honey_suckle: And what are those?

Cock_sure_325: romance, gifts, promises.

Cock_sure_325: you haven't read the letter, have you?

Honey_suckle: No, I am still processing

cock_sure_325: Well, then if I may suggest, open the box first. 

Honey_suckle: My parents always told me to open the cards before I open my gifts...

cock_sure_325: hahaha

Honey_suckle: Ok, I will open it, let me find my letter opener.

cock_sure_325: It's right next to your keyboard.

Honey_suckle: Oh, thanks... you know this kind of freaks me out, don't you. We don't even know each other's names.

Cock_sure_325: Your name is Abigail, but you prefer Abby.

Honey_suckle: Ok, then I don't know your name. 

cock_sure_325: Michael will work. 

Honey_suckle: Michael, do you go by Mike?

cock_sure_325: I'll go by the Master, if you will... 

Honey_suckle: you're awful cock-sure of yourself

cock_sure_325: You can guarantee it. 

Honey_suckle: hmmmm

Cock_sure_325: do you have the box open yet?

Honey_suckle: I'm working on it. 

Cock_sure_325: let me know when you do. 

A brief pause...

Honey_suckle: What is this?

Cock_sure_325: I guess that's letting me know... Your other fantasy is large cocks.

Honey_suckle: What do you mean?

Cock_sure_325: Every story you have written has a cock large enough that your character is afraid it won't fit. 

Honey_suckle: (chuckle, sigh). Most cocks I have seen don't meet that fantasy 

Cock_sure_325: Well, look at the one in the box, the dildo, if you will

Honey_suckle: well, it certainly is large, quite life-like looking. I haven't seen one quite this size or quality in any of the stores I visit. 

Cock_sure_325: You won't find those in stores

Honey_suckle: I've not seen any of these on-line either...

Cock_sure_325: You won't find them on-line either.

Honey_suckle: So, I am holding a one-of-a-kind...

Cock_sure_325: Think of it as a try it before you buy it instrument.

Honey_suckle: Excuse me? 

Cock_sure_325: I had that made especially for you

Honey_suckle: What out of a mold?

Cock_sure_325: Not exactly, 

Honey_suckle: You have my attention

Cock_sure_325: I had myself used as a mold for that cock you are holding... 

Honey_suckle: hmmmm, I guess I'm speechless. 

Cock_sure_325: That's a first. 

cock_sure_325: do you "think that will fit?"

Honey_suckle: I have no idea. 

Cock_sure_325: Why don't you try it?

Honey_suckle: I will have to get undressed... 

Cock_sure_325: If you are going to take anything off, I would like you to take it all off. 

Honey_suckle: How would you know if I didn't?

Cock_sure_325: Your web camera has been on the entire time...

I paused, looked at my little cam... it wasn't on. 

cock_sure_325: Did I not mention that you seem to like voyeurism?

Honey_suckle: no you didn't. The camera's not on, the light's not on. 

Cock_sure_325: you have better web cams now, and I have it to where I can control them... you would be hard pressed to find them, actually... but any time your computer is on, they will be transmitting to me. I would prefer you to leave your computer on at all times, unless I tell you to turn it off. 

Honey_suckle: hmmmm. I don't know if I like this... And If I turn it off? 

Cock_sure_325: We will go no farther into your fantasies... are you wet?

Honey_suckle: Why?

Cock_sure_325: are you?

Honey_suckle: I don't want to answer that. 

Cock_sure_325: Why don't you get undressed?

Honey_suckle: how much of me can you see? 

Cock_sure_325: I can see all that I want to

Honey_suckle: Seriously, how much

Cock_sure_325: I have multiple angles arranged in your living room, bedroom and office... bath (not that I'm into toilets) but I would love to watch you bathe. 

Honey_suckle: how?

Cock_sure_325: a Master never reveals his secrets, please start to undress. 

Honey_suckle: Ok, give me a second... 

Cock_sure_325: Could you do it standing?

Honey_suckle: y not? Will u be giving me instructions?

Cock_sure_325: I can if you want. If you want me to, just nod...

Embarrassed, I nodded... I was very wet and very turned on. I had always hoped to be given instructions, to have a little of my control taken away. But I was blushing heavily as well. 

Cock_sure_325: First, take off your shoes, socks

cock_sure_325: I like your blush... and your bare feet... painted toe nails... Should I tell you another fantasy you have (just nod)

Cock_sure_325: you like to be dominated, directed, told what to do. 

Cock_sure_325: I love your blush... so natural, just for me. 

Cock_sure_325: Now, slip out of your blouse and your bra. 

Cock_sure_325: beautiful.

Cock_sure_325: Now, take your long hair down

Cock_sure_325: No, don't use it to cover your breasts. 

Cock_sure_325: slide your jeans off, and finally your panties... That's right

Cock_sure_325: You may have a seat again. Very well done, pet

Honey_suckle: That was thrilling... 

Cock_sure_325: You also like exhibitionism, good. 

Honey_suckle: I don't think that I would like to just walk around the store naked if that's what you mean. I don't even think that I would do this in front of a group. This is starting to sound like a diagnosis. 

Cock_sure_325: never diagnosing. I'm just getting to know the slut you are. 

Honey_suckle: I'm not a slut. 

Cock_sure_325: Are you wet?

Honey_suckle: umm




Fantasies



Cock_sure_325: Show me, put your hand between your legs and show me

Honey_suckle: yes, I am wet. 

Cock_sure_325: Too late, I want you to show me now. 

I hesitated... I had stripped for him, but here I was, thinking about touching myself in my most intimate place for him, showing him. 

Cock_sure_325: Now!

I complied. After I had placed my hand between my legs, flicked my clit a couple of times, I pulled my hand back to show him. 

Cock_sure_325: Right in front of the monitor, slut...

Cock_sure_325: hmmmm, nice... all that from just being provocative. Knowing you're being watched. Knowing that you are not in control. 

Cock_sure_325: smell your fingers for me...

I did

Cock_sure_325: will you taste your juices for me? 

I tasted myself... however, not for the first time. I enjoyed the taste of my pussy, and sometimes found myself wondering if other women's smelled and tasted the same. I closed my eyes for a moment and acted as if my two fingers were a cock... 

Cock_sure_325: very good, pet. 

Cock_sure_325: Are you ready to open the letter?

Honey_suckle: Yes, I have it right here.

Cock_sure_325: Go ahead and open it. 

Dear Abigail Smith, 

You have been selected for a program with Michael Eliot. If you consent to being part of his program please sign the following consent forms. More information will follow if you sign your forms. 

Cock_sure_325: Well?

Honey_suckle: What do you mean, program?

Cock_sure_325: That's just what they call the training regime. 

Honey_suckle: Training?

Cock_sure_325: To bring out your inner slut, not that it needs too much bringing out... I want you properly trained to please me. You will have time in the very near future. 

Honey_suckle: It says on one of the forms to stop taking all kinds of birth control immediately

Cock_sure_325: is that a problem for you... 

Honey_suckle: well, I don't want to get pregnant right now... 

Cock_sure_325: What are you on? The pill? 

Honey_suckle: yeah.

Cock_sure_325: don't take tonight's dose. 

Honey_suckle: well, 

Cock_sure_325: I thought you had an impregnation fantasy? we won't go any further if you take the pills

Honey_suckle: What about condoms?

Cock_sure_325: They are negotiable

Honey_suckle: I'll read and fill out the forms, I guess. I can't be hurt, can I?

Cock_sure_325: You won't be hurt. You didn't show me if the cock would fit...

Honey_suckle: how do you want me to do that?

Cock_sure_325: put a leg up on the desk in front of you. Pussy directly facing the monitor... 

Cock_sure_325: Place it at your entrance, and play with it... rub it up and down your slit, 

Cock_sure_325: dip it into your juices, and begin pushing it in...

Cock_sure_325: Now fuck yourself with it.

Cock_sure_325: Don't turn your computer off when you are done.

Cock_sure_325: logged out.

It wasn't until I hit my orgasm that I noticed he wasn't in the chat anymore, I had reached orgasm by myself, which I had never done before. Was he still watching? I had pleased myself but did I please him? That question bothered me the most.

I took the wine and the paperwork to the bath with me. I drank one and filled out the other. It seemed to be a standard consent form, almost like one from an institutional review board... with less information about the "program" and what exactly I was signing up for. When the heat of the bath got to me, and the wine, I signed the form, and thought, "What the hell" as I practically tossed them next to the computer, went to my bed and fell asleep on top of the covers. I dreamed about what I had done that evening, the decadent way I had acted for an on-line stranger... who seemed to know me very well. I dreamed that night of sexual acts I had never dreamed of. 

*********

I awoke the next morning covered and wrapped in my comforter. I had no clothes on, but I rarely slept in them. I was always more comfortable in the nude in my own home. The replica cock was next to me with a note that said: USE DAILY attached. The consent forms I had signed and left next to the computer were gone... the computer had been left on all evening and morning. There was a note and a rose on the key board. The note said: See you soon. You are beautiful when you sleep. I wasn't sure what the rose promised. He must be nearby if he could come and go so easily in my home. I know I lock the doors, though I practically live on the outskirts of Mayberry, USA. Practically no crime, whatsoever. I realized that I forgot to take my birth control last night, and went to my bathroom medicine cabinet. They were gone. I remembered the consent form, and gave up looking for them. 

The day went slowly, I spent my time cleaning my small house, arranging things, paying the bills that needed paid, took care of everything that needed taking care of. I used the replica phallus in the tub for an extended period of time with lots and lots of bubbles and more than one orgasm. 

I never got dressed. I did it all naked (the computer remained on). Whomever was watching was guaranteed to get an eye-full in everything I did, if there really were web cameras everywhere. 

That evening, I sat down at the computer to read some stories and articles, etc. Attempting to decide what to do with my evening, I placed the cock into my pussy and sat down at the waiting computer. My computer seemed to have an instant message link with "the Master" because an IM showed up just as I took a seat. 

Cock_sure_325: Hello again... I can't tell you how much writing checks and dusting in the nude can turn a person on. I really like that you are riding my cock right now, too.

Honey_suckle: Hello.

Cock_sure_325: I thought you would turn your computer off... I am glad that you didn't

Honey_suckle: No, I didn't turn it off. Did you enjoy your show, though?

Cock_sure_325: immensely. 

Honey_suckle: How much did you watch today?

Cock_sure_325: Not enough to not want to watch you more. 

Honey_suckle: Good... I guess you took my consent forms while I was asleep last night?

Cock_sure_325: They are where they need to be, now. 

Honey_suckle: I don't know how secure I feel that you can gain access to my home so easily. I guess I will wait for further instruction, though. 

Cock_sure_325: Good girl... watch a movie and drink some wine this evening, relax... 

I took his advice and curled up on the couch with a comedy flick (which had romantic and sexual undertones) and the rest of the bottle of wine I had opened the night before. I don't really remember falling asleep.

*********

I wasn't on my couch when I awoke. At first I thought that I had made it to my bedroom before I fell asleep. 

I suddenly realized I was in a room that obviously wasn't even my house. 

Hmm, kidnapped but I don't remember the kidnapping (Damn). I felt more than a little frustrated. 

"Hello?" my voice echoed around me. I could sense someone in the room, almost hear them breathing, but they never answered my inquiry. I was lying on a bed in a room that was very dark, very thrilling. I could only make out shadows around me. I go to sit up, but my head spins... I realize that I have a hangover and don't feel like moving. I pass back out without issue... the smell of damp and must around me. 

********** 

I wake again sometime later, weight on the bed next to me. I turn my head to look for what was weighing down the mattress. I was sluggish, my eyes were slightly unfocused. There was a man next to me on the bed, I went sit up.

"Stay there, as you are" one of the sexiest voices I have ever heard caressed my ears... somewhere in between Tom Selleck and Sean Connery. I was fascinated... I had never heard this voice before. "I am Master Michael, and it is very nice to finally have you in my presence." I couldn't really see him. I could tell he had a strong, well proportioned body and seemed to spend a lot of time working out. His face was still a mystery to me. 

A few moments of silence passed before he finally said "I bet you could use an aspirin for your headache."

"Yes, please" I whispered quietly with parched lips and throbs with every syllable. "How did you get me here?"

He chuckled, and again he said: "A Master never reveals his secrets, go ahead and sit up now" he said as handed me two aspirin and a glass of water. 

I did slowly and I took the medicine he offered. I was so thirsty; I drank the entire glass of water. "Do you need to use the facilities?" I nodded and tried to stand. "Drink a little much last night?" and though it hurt, I nodded again. It was the next day already????

Michael, still fuzzy, walked me to the bathroom. "I will give you privacy while you use the toilet, but I would like to assist you to take a shower"

After I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, very large and strong hands were behind me, caressing my shoulders and neck, hands all over my breasts and back, buttocks and stomach. There was no mirror, but I was sure it was Michael. I leaned backward against him, feeling my naked skin against his. He led me to the shower without a word. The water was hot, as I was soaped from head to toe, never looking at my caretaker. My back was always to him, but some part of me was always in contact with him. 

The water faucet was turned off, and I was toweled off. This was the first shower in my life that I didn't have to do all the work, and it was very relaxing, almost better than a massage (if I hadn't been standing). Again, never looking at Michael, and feeling somewhat embarrassed by my lack of involvement, I was led back to the bed in the middle of the vast, dark room. I felt it must be some sort of basement, since there were no visible windows. Other than that, I had no idea where I was. Having some strength of my own, I began to look around. I saw the outline of a variety of contraptions, apparatus, and toys that I could only imagine some of the uses. I began to become wet. 

Sitting back on the bed, Michael sat with me. "Look at me, little one". I did. My vision had cleared considerably. He was near 40, slightly graying hair, beautiful eyes, and muscular build. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was beautiful... more beautiful than myself... How had this happened to me? "Are you wondering why I picked you?" At my nod, he answered simply: "You are smart, beautiful, and creative. I read your stories some time back, and corresponded with you over them by feedback. That allowed me to be able to track you down. You were not so far from me, as it seems. We even work on the same college campus."He laughed and continued. "Your fantasies and fetishes were very interesting to me, and not so far from what I have wanted in a sub. I have always wanted a slut, and wanted to fill her full of my own wishes... force a pregnancy on her. To dominate and instruct you will be marvelous." 

He paused briefly and stroked my cheek, my breasts and my upper thigh.

"Do you understand what I want?" he asked me gently. 

Unsure of myself, I replied "I think so."

"Always call me Master when you address me"

"Yes, Master, I think I understand what you want. 

"Very well. For now."

Throughout the short conversation, he had been inching closer to me and eventually cupped my face in his hands. Now he leaned forward, kissing me, gently forcing me to recline on the bed. He continued to kiss me until I was completely underneath him. His skin was warm to mine; his knee was nudging between the cleft between my hips. 

"I am not as young as I once was... I cannot cum as many times in one day as I used to, but I certainly last longer. This is why I think that younger women should always fall for older men." 

I could feel his erection growing, brushing my stomach. I could feel the anticipation growing between my legs and the warmth in my stomach turning to excitement. I wondered if he could feel the dampness between my legs... I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of me, pushing into me, driving hard.

"Master," I began to pull away, "please use a condom," I begged... 

"No, Abigail, I will not. I want you to feel my seed, I want you to hold my seed, and I want you to carry my child. I want to see this smooth abdomen full of life, half yours and half mine. And I want you to remember every time you see your swollen belly exactly who, and what, made it possible."

"Please! I'm not ready!"

He began kissing me again in answer; I no longer wanted to protest after a few moments. His tongue and his hand were so adept at keeping my mouth silent (except for a few noises that I couldn't really identify as even mine). He fondled my breasts with his hands, rubbed my stomach on his way to the place between my legs... I was so wet, I could smell my desire. His fingers found my clit, and brought me near the brink of orgasm. Before I could release, he pulled his hand back. He kissed my clit, and I thought I would die. Suddenly, he stopped. 

"I want you to cum around my cock, not my hands or my mouth" He said this as he was positioning himself at my dripping entrance. "Beg me for it."

At this I realized I had already been making whimpering and grunting noises, losing myself, I was ready to explode. I would do anything to cum, I would go mad without it. "God, please fill me with your massive cock!" As I inhaled on a sob, he drove forward into my waiting cunt. I instantly began to cum around the base of his cock, spasms wracked my body and screaming escaped my mouth as I did. (As I mentioned earlier, there is nothing quite like the real thing). 

The furthest thing from my mind was safe sex and pregnancy. I was very wrapped in the moment. 

Master stroked in and out changing his pace, keeping me excited, never the same pace. I had multiple orgasms within a few moments. When I began to calm from one of my orgasms, he began to change position. Finally, he had me positioned with my face and chest in the pillows, pumping into me from behind. He grabbed my long hair and pulled me from my position until his cock was buried to the hilt, pumping sperm into me. My face was tilting upwards and my body arched like a taught bow. I had never felt this before, even with birth control, I had always insisted on condoms. It feels quite different when a man ejaculates into a waiting hot cunt, rather than a flimsy condom. Hot, wet, liquid pumped into me as his cock pulsed and thrived. I came with him, loudly my voice echoing around me again. He stopped pumping, slowing his thrusts, giving all of his semen to me. 

"That was better than I fucking imagined..." as he pulled out of me. "You're going to want to go to the bathroom now, but I want you to stay here. I want you to lay down here and just think about what we just did. If you need to be restrained, I can. 

"Master, may I please use the restroom?"

"No. In fact, I will put an ankle cuff on now, keeping you here. I am watching, always, even if I am not in the room with you." He reached under the bed and grabbed a very sturdy cuff and chain system. He placed it around my ankle, and said "don't worry, it's bolted to the floor. All you really need to do is go to sleep, stay here. 

********

Oh, my God. I just fucked a man I don't really know in a place I have never seen before... and what's worse, I have cum, his and mine, dripping from my hole... What the hell did I get myself into? Thinking thoughts like these, I eventually fell asleep, wishing I had a solution to my problems. Not realizing my solution was just to let it go...

********

I awoke in my own living room.

"What the hell?"

Did I just fucking have the weirdest dream, was it another fantasy, what?

I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine. I was definitely more sore than usual, but that could be from the damn dildo. My birth control pills were still gone. At this point, I concluded that I had spent my evening at home drunk off my ass... nothing happened.

My wine glass was still in the living room, the bottle was empty. I picked it up and took it into the kitchen. Shaking my head, I went to take a shower. I noticed that my nipples were a little more tender than normal; I guess it could be getting close to "that time" of the month, but it shouldn't be for another week and a half or so. I checked the time on my computer, then looked at the date. Monday! What? I didn't sleep for more than 24 hours. What happened to Sunday? 

Eventually, I make it to my computer, check my e-mails and look at my bank accounts... There had been a deposit of $2000.00 overnight. It hadn't completely posted yet, so I didn't know any details. Surely not... 

An IM popped up. It was, of course, Master Michael. 

Cock_sure_325: I see you're up, finally. Good afternoon.

Honey_suckle: Hello. I had the strangest dream last night. 

Cock_sure_325: hmm. Tell me about it. 

Honey_suckle: I dreamed that I fell asleep on my couch and woke up somewhere else. I dreamed that you were there and you bathed me in a shower and then fucked me. You wouldn't let me wash the cum out. 

Cock_sure_325: hmmm. Did you ever see me in your dream?

Honey_suckle: Yes, I did. 

Cock_sure_325: Sounds like you may have liked what you saw... Go ahead and describe me.

Honey_suckle: Male, mid forties, brown hair, light eyes, slightly graying at the temples, beautiful smile, extremely handsome, a little bit of facial hair. 

Cock_sure_325: That sounds like me. 

Honey_suckle: but I've never seen you. 

Cock_sure_325: Yes, you have. You just described me. 

Honey_suckle: But I was here, at my house, on my couch!

Cock_sure_325: No, you were at my house. 

Honey_suckle: How? And you have a sex room in your house?

Cock_sure_325: You were kidnapped. And yes.

Honey_suckle: Why don't I remember it?

Cock_sure_325: You were a little past relaxed. More like drunk...

Honey_suckle: Would you have kidnapped me if I were awake?

Cock_sure_325: Oh yes. I would have preferred it that way. However, your little display around your house made it irresistible to me to go ahead with my plans tonight. PLUS you still had my cock in your pussy when I got there... very interesting plug, don't you think. 

Honey_suckle: So you really fucked me, chained me to a bed and made me hold your cum?

Cock_sure_325: Yes.

Honey_suckle: Why did you bring me back?

Cock_sure_325: So you had the opportunity to remember your kidnapping.

Honey_suckle: humph. Apparently I don't. 

Cock_sure_325: See you soon.

Honey_suckle: But I have so many questions!

Cock_sure_325: is offline.

Well, I sat there baffled for more than an few minutes. I watched the screen to see if it was going to come back to life. Then my stomach started rolling. I realized I didn't have anything really to eat in the house. It had been a rough couple of weeks... Go get groceries? Go get a pizza? Starve???

Go get dressed first, I told myself. Well, maybe a shower is in order, as I grabbed an apple and began nibbling it. I stopped at my window in my bedroom and stood and looked out over the beautiful flowers growing in the natural beds that I planted in my yard. Suddenly, it dawned on me.

"what if I'm pregnant!!"

I had unprotected sex, when a woman is usually fertile, and right after skipping two doses of birth control meds. Everything I remember about health class in high school suddenly came back to me. Chances are in favor of a pregnancy right now. I look at my two bedroom house, one rooms an office, and my bedroom's a postage stamp! Nowhere for a crib to be set up in any of my rooms. 

"I'll worry about it later"

I took my shower without incident and dressed quickly. I never really did take that much time getting dressed. Rarely wore makeup because I always ended up breaking out afterwards. I would usually make my eyes more attractive, but luckily, my complexion didn't need tons of cover-up or blushes. Lip gloss, sure. Hair pulled back into a knot since it's wet, and a blouse and jeans to leave the house. I was tempted to wear my jogging shoes, but I didn't. Strappy sandals. Graduate school hadn't been the kindest to me, with a few extra pounds making me rounder in some places, but my last love interest said they were all the right places. I will never be called "stick" but I am definitely not fat either. My hair and my eyes are by far my best features. As I take one last look in the mirror, again the thought pops out of my mouth 




Fantasies



"Why me?"

I went to get my keys from the computer table along with my purse and there was another I.M. waiting for me. 

Cock_sure_325: Going somewhere?

Honey_suckle: Um not really anywhere special.

Cock_sure_325: Where, may I ask?

I hesitated. Was I supposed to stay here all the time?

Cock_sure_325: Well?

Honey_suckle: I need to get groceries and I'm starving. 

Cock_sure_325: Hmmm

Cock_sure_325: Well, I guess I will just have to wait until you return to see you again, unless I run into you out and about. 

Honey_suckle: I will probably be looking for you, now. I don't think I will be gone long. 

Cock_sure_325: By the way, what will you worry about later?

Honey_suckle: Uh. (I blushed). 

Cock_sure_325: Well?

Honey_suckle: Um, where I would put a baby's crib if I was pregnant....

Cock_sure_325: I'll see you soon. 

So noncommittal! So frustrating! What am I to do????? Do I go and look over my shoulder every step of the way. I grab my keys and my purse and leave the house. 

My cell phone rings. 

"Hello?"

"I think you may have forgotten something." Oh my goodness, it was his voice... I felt myself get wet instantly. 

"What's that, Sir?"

"I think you left your wallet on the desk."

Rushing back inside, I found my wallet and went to thank him verbally, but it was disconnected. An IM on the computer screen popped back up.

Cock_sure_325: You're welcome. 

Honey_suckle: Thank you. You saved me a trip and some embarrassment, I think. 

Cock_sure_325: Sure. Make sure you get some vitamins, just in case. 

Cock_sure_325: is offline.

Wow. I wonder if he's like that with everyone.

Wallet in purse, keys in hand, I walk out my door one more time. I get to the car and remember the gas fiasco. I check the gauge and it is full... hmmm. Very interesting. I know I haven't driven since Friday evening when I was out of gas. 

Off I went on my little shopping adventure. I decided to stop at a little restaurant to get some pasta before shopping. If I went on my nearly empty stomach, I would have enough food to feed an army, let alone one person. I looked around the small restaurant. I didn't see anyone I knew, which made eating quickly easy. I ordered soda with my meal, but also had water. No driving drunk... is what I told myself. 

I constantly looked over my shoulder when I was grocery shopping, too. I glanced at mirrors, freezer doors, and around corners. I purchased enough groceries for every meal to feed at least two people. I usually eat leftovers, but secretly hoping to do some entertaining. I love to cook and have had little or no time to do so with graduate school always on the front burner. 

I took my groceries home, kicked off my shoes and began putting them away. Everything had a place... I tried to be organized but I was so scatterbrained thinking about Master Michael and this plan. After everything was finally put away, I went to my bedroom and got comfortable. The shirt came off, the pants, the socks, the bra and underwear. I walked to my bathroom where I've been keeping the dildo and picked it up after pulling my hair back into a loose pony tail. I decided I would watch some movies in the living room. As I walked by the office, there were no new IM's waiting for me, so I proceeded to the living room. 

I paused for a half a step. Something wasn't quite right, but not wrong enough to stop me in my tracks. I stopped this time. Cologne. As I was ready to turn around, a hand reached around my waist simultaneously as a hand covered my mouth. I dropped the cock...

A denim covered leg began to separate my legs as he forced me to lean forward. I was already beginning to get excited. I knew that it would turn me on. 

"Not a word" a harsh whisper sounded just behind my head. "If I remove my hand, I don't want to hear a word from you. If you do, I have a surprise for you. Do you agree?"

I nodded my head and he removed his hand. He began to play with my breasts, and slide the rough denim further between my legs. 

"Have you thought about this today?"

I nodded, trying not to say a word as I had promised, but wondered what the surprise would be if I did speak. 

"I'm going to take you to the shower, that way, you won't really need one when we're done."

In my home, I was led to the shower with him behind me. I've been in physical contact with him for several minutes, and I've yet to see his face. In the bathroom angled where I could not see the mirror, he took out a large man's handkerchief. Still, behind me, he blindfolded me. After he was satisfied that I was safely blindfolded, he turned me around running his large hands over my arms and breasts and down my stomach. His fingers brushed the short hair nestled between my legs. I gasped, he withdrew his hand. He gathered my hands in one of his and began tying something around them. He led me to my shower. He undressed so that he didn't get his clothing wet, I imagine, turned on the water and began rinsing me off holding my hands bound together above my head. 

"Do you like this?" he asked in the same dangerous whisper as before. 

"Yes" I replied, quietly. The smack on my ass that followed echoed off the tiled shower. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't a tickle, either. 

"Then I have a surprise for you. Kneel." He helped me kneel without falling on the slippery surface. "Open your mouth, slut." I complied, hoping that I would get the chance to have his cock in my mouth. "Wider, slut." I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and felt something hard pushed between my teeth. A ball gag, I figured as he strapped it behind my head. "Just another one of your fantasies, slut, but it really keeps the talk down to a minimum." He chuckled. I could tell he was amused. 

The shower was finished while I was on my knees, bound with my hands above my head. The water was turned off and he slowly began to towel me off, spending extra time on my more sensitive areas. I could have sworn I felt a finger dip into my pussy very quickly and then it was gone. 

He took me to my bed, and bent me over the side. Quickly, he thrust his cock in my wet hole. I was so wet from the petting in the shower that there was no resistance to his cock whatsoever. He fucked me fast and did not stop until he had a release. This fuck was not about my being able to release, and I could tell, but I was so close I was frustrated that I hadn't. He stayed inside of me until his cock was soft. I heard him redress and leave the room. When he returned, I heard the sound of my digital camera. He was taking pictures of me leaning over my bed with his seed seeping out of my used hole. He helped me stand up, lean back on the bed and positioned my knees apart, my hands bound and resting just above the hair at my pussy. My head propped up on a pillow. I imagine you could see my face just above my breasts and leaking pussy. More photos were taken. 

"You are a work of art like this"

I know that I felt myself blushing. 

I heard him put the camera down and part of the bed sink as his weight came toward me. "Do you want to stay like this?" I couldn't say anything, and didn't know what he wanted, so I shook my head "no." 

"Roll on to your knees." I tried. I couldn't get my hands under me, bound as they were, so I ended with my shoulders and head buried into the covers and pillow. I was exposed to him, more exposed and vulnerable that I have ever been before. I hear a plastic bottle cap open, he touches my exposed ass with something cold and wet, massaging gently. Suddenly he begins to insert something into my ass, slowly and carefully. 

My muffled "NO" was swallowed by the gag and the bedding. Even to my own ears, barely perceivable. I shook my head and moved my legs to stop the intrusion. Two painful smacks per cheek and pushing further were my answer to my protest. I'd never even had anal intercourse before and here he was shoving something into my ass! I tried to calm down as he slowly fucked it in and out, in and out. Unbelievably I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I was so close, I prayed for release, would have begged if the gag would have let me. I don't know if I would have begged for release or for him to stop fucking my ass with whatever object he was using. Just as I was almost to orgasm, he pushed it just far enough that it seated itself in my ass, not moving forward and not moving back. I waited, moving my hips back and forth trying to get release, I realized it would not come. 

"Not here" met my frustrated ears. "Not now."

I nodded. 

"I am going to untie your hands, do not touch your gag or your blind fold."

I nodded. 

He untied my hands and began to slip a shirt around my arms and shoulders. He buttoned it up the front, and cupped my breasts through the shirt. "I like you without a bra or underwear he explained" as he started to help me dress in a skirt with an elastic waist. He found a pair of shoes in my closet and helped me put the heels on. I was hoping he wouldn't make me walk in them very far blindfolded. "Come with me." 

I nodded, and followed his lead. "Do you wish to have your hands bound again?" I shook my head no, but he chuckled. "Eventually, you will learn to say yes to that." He quickly bound my hands were bound again, slightly tighter than before. 

"We're going to go for a ride." He draped a strap over my shoulder, and I assumed it was my purse. "You're going to ride with me and you will listen to every word I say. You will not draw attention to yourself, because you know you are safe with me." I heard a car door open and was pulled close to him. He fondled my breasts and my ass before turning me to lift me into the vehicle. It was much higher than my car, so it was most likely a truck that was favored in these parts. The door shut beside me and momentarily I felt the driver side open. The truck shifted slightly as he climbed in, shut the door and started the ignition. It sounded like a diesel. How did I not hear that drive up to my house? I was very distracted, maybe?

"Lay your head in my lap, slut." I inched my way down the bench seat and found his lap. He positioned my head the way he wanted it and began backing down the driveway. I had already lost most of my sense of direction, but it didn't feel as if he headed back out to the highway. There was no music on in the vehicle, only the sound of the engine and smell of my new Master. He didn't even speak. I moved my head slightly, and he began stroking my cheek, the strap of the gag, and jaw line. His brush traveled lower to my neck and breasts. It was much more a lover's caress than what I had expected. It almost seemed romantic in spite of the circumstances. We drove for quite some time, but seemed to rarely cross pavement. It was easy to tell we stayed on the gravel roads primarily making turns here and there. It was impossible to determine where I was. I would never be able to find my way back home, or even back to him. Between the reclined position, the stroking and the vibration of the vehicle, I was almost asleep making time seem to stand still. 

He slowed one more time and turned. He was traveling up a hill and slowing even more. Had we reached our destination? He stopped and cut the engine. He reached down and spanked my ass to wake me completely the plug that I had almost forgotten jostled and made my face blush. 

"Welcome to my woods. They are privately owned and make up about 150 acres. No one comes here without my permission, and no one visits because it is so hard to find. Sit up and wait for me to help you down." I waited and realized I was barely breathing. I jumped slightly when the passenger door opened. His hand led me to turn to him and he grasped me by my waist. As I stepped down onto the side rail, He hefted me over his shoulder. I felt rather undignified, to say the least. "umph" escaped my mouth around the gag as my stomach settled onto his broad shoulder. 

The door shut and he began walking. The crunch of gravel under his feet met my ears. A breeze rustled the tree, and I smelled woods and wildflowers all around me mingling with his cologne. Finally, his footfalls landed on wood, jostling my position a little more. "Stairs?" I thought. His gate evened out and the sound of hollow wood continued, "Must be a porch." He stopped and shifted his weight as he was opening the door, still managing to keep me in such a precarious position. A door opened and he took me inside. Finally, he took me off his shoulder and sat me on my feet. I stumbled slightly and he steadied me. 

"Do you want me to remove your blindfold, slut?" Speaking just above a whisper. I nodded. "I will remove the blindfold, but you must keep the gag in for a little while longer." I nodded. Both hands moved up my arms to my shoulders, brushed my neck and slipped the blindfold off my face. I blinked several times, my eyes focusing in the brightly lit space. We were standing in his living room. He began unbuttoning my shirt and draped it over my shoulders leaving my breasts exposed and hands still tied in front of me. He pulled my skirt down and told me to step out of it. 

"Move over to the ottoman." It was a large, white ottoman that seemed to double as a type of coffee table as it was centered in the middle of a large, white sectional. There were white leather straps sewn on the ottoman. He untied my wrists and removed my shirt the rest of the way. The only thing I had left were the black heels. "Lie down on your stomach diagonally. Put your hands above your head." He secured my hands with the leather straps and fastened them with a small padlock. Then he moved to my feet, separating my legs so he could easily see my ass and pussy. I heard the snick of two more small locks. The straps were tight enough that I could not escape, but not so tight as to hurt. 

He left the room and returned with a camera. This one was much more professional looking than mine. It looked serious. 

"Did I ever tell you what I do at the university?" I shook my head no. "I teach art and photography. Sensual photography is just a hobby of mine, though some of my bondage photos are included in some magazines for people with my kind of taste in women." He took several pictures from several angles. "You know, I may not be able to resist sharing your photos" more flashes. "Hmmm, turn your head to the right and look back at me. Oh yes. Hmmm. I think something's missing." He left the room again and brought a long, curved plastic vibrator and a paddle. "You didn't stay in position! Two smacks of the paddle reddened my cheeks and gave the plug quite the push into my ass. I felt myself become even more wet. He began inserting the vibrator into my vagina. He turned it on and attached it to the plug. 

"Yes. That's much better. Now, I don't want you to come, slut. You have to wait until I give you permission. It's one of those fantasies you have being denied release until your Master tells you to, but are you disciplined enough yet?" He smacked my ass with the paddle a few more times, but avoided hitting the vibrator and the plug this time." More flashes of the camera. It seemed to go on forever. "Slut, you are concentrating so hard on not coming your face is turning red. Would you like to come now?" I nodded my head eagerly. "Do you want my cock now?" Again I nodded my head eagerly. "Do you want my bastard, now?" I shook my head no! I don't want to really get pregnant! "Too bad, Slut!" He removed the plug and the vibrator and knelt between my legs. "This is going to be so much fun!" He began sliding his cock into my vagina. I was so wet, I almost came as soon as he touched me. He felt me tense and slapped my ass. He pushed it in all the way and fucked me. Slow, then fast, then slow and finally, he yelled "come" in my ear. I released, I could feel his cock pulsing in my vagina, filling me with his seed. Slowly, he pulled out and replaced the vibrating phallus into my vagina. 

"I think this is going to be fun, forcing you to carry my child! It never occurred to me with my previous sluts, but you could say that I was inspired by your stories... this will be the first time I force someone to become pregnant! Now, get some rest while you let the semen seep in. We don't want to waste it." He wiped my juices off his now flaccid cock and took a seat on the couch just in front of my face. He leaned over and traced my gag and stimulated my lips. He released the clasp on the gag and whispered "not a word, or it goes back on" I nodded. He stroked my face and said "get some rest, you need it". I slept. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could have sworn that someone was using a camera while I slept. It must have been a dream.

When I awoke that evening, it was just becoming dark and I wasn't sure where I was. I found myself in the middle of a king-size bed in a completely normal looking bedroom. The bedroom was a study of whites and grays and black, very sleek and modern with no frills. The only color was coming through the wall of windows and the expansive skylights in the room. I had a thin robe wrapped around me and my shoes had been removed. I sat up and looked around, listening for him. Silence greeted my ears. I looked to the night stand next to the bed, and the clock showed 7:12. There was an envelope next to the clock with "Abigail" on it. 

Abigail,

I have left the house this evening to acquire a few things. There is food in the refrigerator and clothes in the closet. I will stop by your house and bring some of your personal items. Please feel free to explore some, though I will tell you that there are some rooms that are locked. Please leave these rooms alone. Do not leave the house, do not attempt to call anyone. You are mine for as long as I choose to keep you.

Master. 

I wrapped the robe more securely around my waist and padded barefoot around the room. I didn't bother with more clothing, I looked in the closet and found some women's clothing, but they wouldn't be much more help than being naked. Opposite the closet was the bathroom. This room also had a large wall of windows looking out into the wooded area surrounding the house. It was very beautiful and serene. I walk-in glass shower and soaking tub were included in the room. I made use of the toilet and then decided to take a quick shower. Shampoo and soap that I favored were already in the shower and I smiled. There was no privacy in this bathroom, but it was certainly a beautiful view. 

I toweled off, slipped back into my robe and found a comb for my hair. After making sure all the tangles were out, I began looking for the laundry room to put my towel. The bedroom was immediately off the living room. Heat rose in my face as I remembered what had happened earlier in the day on the ottoman. Secretly, I hoped that something similar would happen again. 

I found the kitchen and a door off the kitchen. It was locked, so I looked for another door. I found the basement door, it seems. Sometimes, people put laundry rooms in the basement, right? I went down the stairs, towel in hand bare feet feeling the coarse boards of the stairs. There were two doors at the end of a small hallway. The first proved to be locked; the second was not the laundry room, either. I slowly walked into this dark room half expecting it to be a storage room, but when I came around the wall; I found the room that I was brought to the first night. In the middle of the room, there was a bed. Surrounding the bed was many objects I had never really seen before. Some that looked like sawhorses, old fashioned stocks, racks with ropes hanging. On a shelf to the right of the bed was a variety of phallic objects, plugs. Hanging below the shelf was a number of cuffs, short whips, riding crops and many other instruments of pleasure and pain. 

"What have I gotten myself into?" I wondered as I wrapped myself in my robe. 




Fantasies...



Its 1030pm and your still not home yet. I get weary of waiting for you to show up from being out with your friends so I go upstairs and take a nice hot shower. The steam collects quickly as I step in. With the water running over my body I begin to think of you, wishing you were standing behind me rubbing up against me. My pussy starts to moisten with its own juices. I decide to get out and go lay in bed hoping you were home. I dry off and call out your name, but no prevail. You still weren't home. 

Frustrated I lay in bed naked, still damp, wanting to feel you by me. I think about calling you but instead of my fingers finding the phone they find my slit. Trailing up and down I touch my clit which sends chills through my body. My free hand finds my erect nipples and I start to pinch them and roll them between my fingers. My juices start to flow as my breath becomes shallow. 

"Ooohhh...oh baby I love it when you touch me," I moan. 

"Hey sexy," you say in a low husky voice, standing in the doorway to the bedroom. 

Having you find me like this, considering you never saw me masturbate has gotten my heart racing. 

"Um hey hun...." my voice is now shaky.... you have always wanted to see me get myself off but I never let you... you smile evilly and sit by me on the edge of the bed. I can feel my face becoming hot and red, as I am a bit embarrassed. I start to cover myself up but you stop me. 

"No baby, don't stop because of me..." you plead. "I've always wanted to see you like this. You slowly take the sheet away from my body. My pert nipples were aching to be touched. My pussy throbbed; I was so close to orgasm. You fingers trail my side softly. 

"Please Kitten?" you kiss me seductively, making me moan and want you even more. Your lips reach my exposed neck, a hot spot on me. You then suck gently as you roll my nipple between you forefinger and thumb. 

"Let me watch you cum baby," you moan into my ear. Your touch sends chills up and down my spine. Your intoxicating touch makes me obey you. 

"Ok sweetie, ill.... ill do it for you," I bite my lip and then kiss you softly as your hands come to my cheek. I gently move you away from me as I lay down and close my eyes. I start to touch my nipples, causing me to moan. My hand falls between my legs as you sit on the end of the bed and watch in awe. My wandering fingers find my clit again and I flick it quickly but barely touching it at the same time. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...." my breath becomes shallow again. Your own wave of ecstasy hits you and your cock swells. You immediately start to rub your hard-on through your pants. My pussy starts to drip juice down my ass crack and you know its time. You stop rubbing yourself and reach under the bed. 

"What are you doing baby?" I ask nervously.

You come out with my dildo. My eyes widen, not knowing that you knew I had it. A smile runs across your face. 

"Baby!?...Umm I can… I can explain! I swear...I..." you cut me off by placing the wonderful toy on my lips. It's not as big as you.... I could never find one as big with out buying the ones we had seen in the porno's that are as big as my arm. 

"Its ok" you say softly. "I know you need to entertain yourself when I'm not around." you smirk; all the while the toy is still at my lips. I slowly lick it and bring the head into my mouth. You stare at me. You know I'm a kinky girl but you never imagined this. As I continue to suck on my toy you then start to wish it were your cock instead. You loved how I sucked you off constantly. It was like I was a machine...a wonderful big tittied cock sucking machine, as you told your friends.

Wet with my spit I start to ease it into my pussy. My tight hole squeezes around it causing me to squirt some juice. 

"Ohhhhh..." 

"That's it Jean, fuck yourself baby," you gasp. "Fuck that tight pussy of yours like a bad girl." Your cock is so hard you can't take it anymore and you unleash it. Just the site of it makes me year for you and I fuck myself harder so you can cum. You start to rub you cock fast and hard imagining my pussy around it. The tension this is bringing to me makes it unbearable. I need to cum. I start to ram the hard cock in my pussy sloshing my juices all over myself and the bed as my fingers attack my throbbing clit.

"Oh fuck! I'm such a bad girl! Oh god I'm such a little slut! I'm your little slut baby! Fuck! FUCK!" I start to scream. You look at me in amazement knowing then I'm not talking to you but I'm thinking about you. I have totally lost it in my lust for you. It turns you on even more as your balls start to tingle, buckets full of cum for me. You close your eyes in the heat of the moment, jerking your cock as hard as you can. 

You fantasy is halted in your head as you hear me screaming "FUCK BABY! FUCK ME IM SO CLOSE I WANT TO CUM! OHH OHHHH FUCK FUCK CUM IN MY PUSSY! OH GOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" my body arches as I spasm and my pussy contracts around the toy and I squirt. Seeing that has made your cum shoot out harder than ever as it hits my thighs and stomach. 

Both of us breathing hard, you lean into me and kiss my neck again. 

"Oh baby that was so hot. You purr into my ear and nuzzle my neck. 

"Mm.That felt so good...but... I'm still not done yet..." I giggle. You look at me semi puzzled. Wondering what I meant...



Fantasies



As I lay in my bed at night, before I am completely asleep, I imagine rough hands clasping my soft ones and forcing me down into the pillows. I envision those calloused hands running the length of my naked body without any apprehension, stopping only to fondle my breasts and tease the flesh into goosebumps. I can feel shackles at my wrists, weighing down my arms and the same kind of chains attached to my ankles, keeping me from clasping my legs together as those same hands with their large fingers stop to rest at my waiting mound. At first, the strong hands are gentle, taunting and coaxing me to moan and gasp. Soon the sweet sensations have me writhing and begging for more of him.

A grin spreads across his face as he disappears, denying me of my satisfaction. I cry out for him, arching my back to try to close the distance between myself and his absent form. I try to escape but it is no use and the moisture between my thighs grows as I wriggle to try and feel the pleasure he gave. It is futile and when he returns with a black leather bag full of his many tools, I feel a strange relief. He pulls out a leather gag and straps it to my mouth then takes out a sash and ties it around my vision. I am blind and mute, making my skin more sensitive to his relentless touch.

His fingertips caress my neck and gather locks of hair at the base of my skull and then he pulls, making me tense up so he can distract me from the twinging pain on my nipples. He's applied clamps and they make me cry out but my voice is muffled from the gag. He chortles softly, making hushing sounds and clicking his tongue. He follows suit on the other nipple and attaches a chain to the two. I can hear the clinking of the tiny chain as he stresses it, producing what would be a bloodcurdling scream out of me if he hadn't thought ahead with the gag. He laughs again and then I can feel something cold against my buttock. I can only imagine what he's doing but I hear him draw in breath through his teeth and then all I can feel is immense pain as he shoves a plug deep inside of me. I grit my teeth as much as I can with the gag and it's a good thing the gag is in place for if it wasn't, my teeth would be grinding painfully. Instead, the only pain I feel is in my ass. As it subsides into a deep throbbing, I feel his large fingers tickling my lips. He draws another cry out of me as he swirls the plug around, driving it as deep as possible, and he laughs loudly this time. He rests his head against my ear to whisper:

"I'll teach you to feel the pleasure through the pain, my dear. It won't take any time at all." Then he pulls again on my nipple clamps, attaching the chain to something on the ceiling so that if I tried to rest my back against the soft bed, I would be rewarded with pain. Before long, I felt myself slump and I heard his cruel laughter again as the pain seared through me. The tears were soaked up by the sash he'd tied around my eyes and I am grateful for it. At least he cannot get the satisfaction of seeing my tears.

The dull ache growing between my thighs through it all is frustrating. He insults me by fueling the passion ever so lightly when it seems to die out and I am again moaning and begging with my body for him to take me. But he is more patient than I and far more cruel. Even still, I want him. I want him more because of his dominance. I want to feel him deep inside of me, drawing loud cries from my core as I am used. I want him to fuck me.

He knows this and finally gives in with his fingers. He pushes one as far as it can go, hilting it inside of me. He leaves the plug in and the pleasure is so immense that for a moment I cannot breathe. I feel like he can easily make me go over the edge if only he could just go deeper. But he pulls out his finger only to push another inside gently, slowly. This only torments me further and I am crying tears of joy as I know what will come next. He'll fuck me with his fingers until my reactions draw such a primal need in him that he'll give in and let me scream my passion into his shoulder. He'll release the gag and the blindfold and fuck me with reckless abandon.

Do it! I try to tell him with my thoughts but of course he is not a mind reader. He continues his slow, torturous thrusts with his powerful hand. I can feel my own small victory as I hear the zipper of his pants sound and the springs of the bed yield to his weight. He mounts me and moans as he pulls out and suckles his fingers.

Yes, yes, yes! My mind screams again.

But he's not done teasing, not quite yet. He leans down and bites down on my neck, suckling the skin and drawing flesh into his mouth. He gathers my moans like small trophies and plays the head of his massive erection against my dripping wet slit. My breathing is ragged and if he could hear my moans, they would be harsh. I crave him and want him more with each moment. I know that the pent up pleasure is only going to be released if I cooperate, so I lean into him as best as I can, meeting his hips with my own and rubbing myself against his head. I show him my willingness to submit to his will and so he releases my arms from their bindings. Immediately, I bring my hands to his member, working it and massaging his balls at the same time. I try to remain rigid, for if I slouch, the searing pain will target my nipples again. As I whimper and can feel my strength waning, I stop my massaging to steady myself.

He becomes displeased with me and a growl comes from deep in his chest. Without warning, he jumps up, unhooks me from my restraints and flips me harshly onto my stomach. He lifts my rear into the air and fondles my breasts violently. The clamps have cut into them and blood drips from them. He leans forward and suckles them clean, then pushes the side of my face into the mattress. He keeps one hand against the side of my face and the other at my rump. His thumb digs viciously into my cunt and I can feel his nail dig into my clitoris. I tear up and sob dryly into the mattress. He swirls the large phallus in my anus again and then, while pinching my clitoris still, enters me. His thrusts are brutal but delicious. I did not please him so now I pay the punishment. He is horribly furious and without my satisfaction in mind, he reaches his climax far too soon for my pleasure and pulls out to release himself all over my back. He never releases my clitoris and continues to pinch it between his fingers. It does not take long for my painful release and I let out a long, wavering cry and he leaves me there, used and abused, on the bed. He gathers up his things and lets me fall asleep and dream.

"Until next time, my slave." His voice is clear and monstrous. The throbbing between my legs grows as I hear his gruff voice and before I can untie the gag and voice my protest, he is gone.