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For EKF

By: roeggie



The relationship wasn't something either of them was looking for. Both were about halfway done with law school when they first met. She remembers the first time she saw him. She was sitting at a table waiting for class to start. The seat next to hers was empty. As she looked through her notes, a soft voice asked her if the seat was taken. She looked up and saw the first good looking man she had seen at the school. The thought registered just briefly...she had recently ended a long term relationship and was just starting to date again. She was whooped on the new guy, but she wasn't blind. She liked his lean build and his eyes...they seemed kind. She smiled and said the seat was free if he wanted it.

They did not really speak to each other much throughout the semester. One day, she decided that she wasn't going to go to class so she could go and fuck the new guy. That seemed more fun than talking about evidence. When she came back, she realized that she was lost and needed help, so she asked him if he would mind emailing her his notes from the previous class. He did and that's when the first conversations began. 

She was a terrible student. Her passion to help others had driven her to apply and get accepted to law school, but once there, she found the school and subject stifling. This wasn't what she really wanted to do, but she was determined to suck it up and see it to the end. But her mind wandered...it was too difficult to pay attention in class. He never said anything, even though he saw her wasting time playing stupid games online and chatting with her new guy. Did he wonder what she did with him? What did she do on those nights when they didn't have class together? She didn't strike him as the kinky, slutty type. If she was, she didn't give anyone any hints to what a dirty girl she really was. Everything about her indicated that she was not open to any moves or advances from anyone. She certainly didn't dress to attract attention. If she had curves, no one could see them under the baggy sweatshirts and hoodies she favored. And yet, he couldn't suppress the slight twitch in his cock when he looked at her. He didn't know what it was, but it was there. He tried to put the thoughts out of his mind...he was happily married, with his second kid on the way. He hadn't come to law school to hit on anyone. Those days were long gone. But he wondered...

She had always thought he was a very good student. He always appeared to be paying close attention in class and always had an answer ready. She was surprised when he messaged her during class one night. They talked about innocent things...she might have mentioned that her sister is in the military and that she was a strong supporter of the troops. He never said anything about his goal of becoming a military officer...he kept his private life private. Although he seemed well liked by the other students in the class, he did not seem particularly sociable with anyone. It must've been her imagination going haywire when she thought he asked her out for drinks. He was probably just being friendly.

The semester ended and he looked forward to seeing her again at the beginning of the new semester. But she wasn't there on the first day of class or any of the other days. He wondered what had happened to her. Did she switch to day classes? One day he saw her online and decided to say hi. Her avatar image caught his attention. It was a cartoon of her as a warrior. His eyes were drawn to the sharp points where her nipples were. Those points made him think about what her nipples looked like...were they really that hard and pointy when she was aroused? He knew it wasn't appropriate to ask, but he had to know. 

She was surprised by his message. She didn't really plan to keep in touch with anyone from law school now that she wasn't planning to go back. Her aunt's premature death had caused her to do some deep thinking about what she wanted to do with her life. The reality that life is not a guarantee of years had hit her hard and she knew that she didn't want to waste her life pursuing something she had no passion for or interest in. Maybe he thought she was a flake for dropping out. Everyone else did. But if he did, he didn't say anything. He seemed more interested in that avatar. She laughed and explained that it was a random artist's depiction of her. The artist had seen strength in her and felt that she had a fighter's spirit. He said that wherever she was fighting, it must be incredibly cold for her nipples to be erect like that. She had no clue that he was thinking about pulling her top off and seeing for himself what those nipples really looked like. Or that he fantasized about squeezing those perky little breasts together and sucking on those nipples.

A year or so went by with no further contact. He didn't know what prompted him to say hello again. Maybe it was those images that would steal into his mind from time to time. He couldn't shake his thoughts of her lying naked before him, with her legs spread open and inviting him to explore her. Did she wax? Shave? Was she au naturel? Not knowing frustrated him, but it didn't stop him from imagining. 

He was surprised to learn that she was also applying to be a military officer. This gave him a reason to talk to her. He could answer her questions about the process and guide her on her own journey. It was surprisingly easy to talk to her. He liked her sense of humor and spirit and she admired his discipline and discovered that he actually had a sense of humor too. The banter between them came easily. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when the casual flirting turned into sexual innuendo. Perhaps it was because she had finally decided to cut ties with the loser that she had been so whooped on and was now extremely horny. It had been a few weeks since she had fucked. She hadn't particularly missed it...but talking to him brought back her memories of him. She wondered if he looked as good as she remembered. Now that she had started her own training for Officer Candidate School, she knew exactly how hard these officers' bodies were. She wondered what his looked like. 

She thought she could keep those thoughts to herself. She was wrong. The filter between her brain and her mouth often failed and she must've said something to him that made him aware that she was lusting after him. Whatever it was, she was glad it happened. She couldn't help but overshare all her thoughts and fantasies with him. He was much more guarded. Although he encouraged her to share, he held back. Did she know how excited he was by her? She couldn't know and he wouldn't let her know. He had too much to lose and didn't want to risk any of it. He would suffer through the blue balls in silence. There was no need for her to know that he often jacked off at night, thinking about her. He wondered if she thought about him in the same way and if she did, did she touch herself? Fuck...thinking about her doing that was making him leak and he knew he'd have to relieve himself yet again.

The late night chats were only frustrating her. She wanted so badly to fuck him, to feel him deep inside her. More than that, she wanted to suck him off. That was the one thing she missed the most about being with someone. She loved giving blow jobs. Making a man writhe underneath her turned her on more than anything and she loved watching his expressions as she sucked on him. But she knew he was married and as much as she wanted to explore with him, she couldn't. That was a line she couldn't and wouldn't cross. He had too much to lose and she didn't think she could live with the guilt afterwards. So she had to make do with her magic wand. What was the warranty on this thing anyway? She was pretty sure she would wear it out before she was fully satisfied.

This went on for about a month and in that month, there was a building of energy and chemistry between them. She would write him erotic stories, describing the things she'd do to him if he was hers. It was getting harder and harder for him to be satisfied with what he had at home. He had to see her. There was just no way she could do all the things she said she could do in her stories. He decided to meet up with her and determine this for himself. Then maybe all those horribly frustrating nights would finally end and he could go back to enjoying his wife the way he used to. He asked her to meet him at the park under the guise of working out together. She agreed.

She was determined to keep her hands to herself. As much as she wanted him, he wasn't hers to have. But she couldn't stop the butterflies from forming...she wanted him more than she would admit to herself. When she saw him again, she had to catch her breath. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered and she knew it would be a real challenge to stay platonic. He had other things in mind.

Seeing her again made him want her even more. She was dressed in a tight fitting gym outfit. All the curves he imagined were there and because of the slight chill in the air, he could see a hint of her nipples through her top. He couldn't resist touching her breasts and pinching her ass. Damn...she felt as good as he thought she would. She was firm from working out, but soft where a woman should be soft. They began their workout, but it was hard to go through the motions. They jogged around a little, but they both knew that's not what they were there for. 

At the end of the session, they sat down on the grassy knoll. There was little cover for them. Anyone who wanted to could look out their window and see the two of them sitting there. But it was getting dark and there were no other people at the park. There was no one to see him pull her top down and squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. She tried to resist. She really did. But his touch was making her body act of its own accord. She didn't stop him. She wanted him to make her wet. So wet that she was sure that her juices must be flowing down her thighs. It was a good thing it was dark...

But the darkness could not hide his growing erection. She knew it was there. All care was abandoned when she reached over to rub him. Before she knew it, she was stroking him, using his own wetness to lube him. She had been surprised at the sight of his cock. He wasn't a big guy, but he had a good sized cock. It was perfect...everything that she wanted in a cock. Its girth and length impressed her, and she felt her mouth water. Fuck...she had missed giving a good blow job and she decided to go for it. She licked up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip, sucking out the juices that were leaking from it. Mmmm...he tasted good. None of the men she had been with before tasted good and she wanted all of his cum. She wanted to feel him explode in her mouth. She sucked harder, stroking him with her hand as she did so. She could feel his body stiffen and twitch under her expert ministrations. Suddenly, she felt his hips thrust up slightly and warm, sticky fluid filled her mouth. There...that would teach him to doubt her! 

They went their separate ways after that, each thinking about the experience and wanting more, but both hesitant to let their bodies decide their course of action. He decided that it wouldn't go beyond getting blow jobs or hand jobs. If her mouth felt this incredible, what could the rest of her feel like? He was afraid to know.

The attraction continued to grow and develop between them. Contact was sporadic, but when they did talk online, it was always intense. Both had to find some way of satisfying themselves after and even during their chats. Both knew they wouldn't be able to stay away from each other much longer...they had to know what it would be like to fuck each other. 

He came over one night to watch a movie. He had told his wife that he would be studying late at school. It began innocently enough. They settled onto the couch and watched the movie. She massaged him gently to help relieve his stress and help him relax, but it only seemed to stimulate him even more. Before she knew what was happening, he had pulled her shorts off and saw her shaved pussy for the first time. He had often fantasized about it and now that he was seeing it and feeling the hot moistness emanating from it, he knew he had to possess her. She had straddled him and was looking down at him, unsure of what to do. Here he was, aching to be inside her and she didn't know what to do. Fucking him would be crossing a line that they had both said they wouldn't cross. She looked into his eyes and knew that it didn't matter anymore. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. 

Slowly, she slid him inside her, a little at a time. She was teasing him and she knew it. She watched his face the whole time, enjoying the power her body had over him. When he was fully inside her, she began to thrust, slowly at first. He grabbed her hips and pushed her to him. Her body instinctively began thrusting faster, never letting him slip out of her. All her fantasies and daydreams were actually coming true. Would he make her cum, as he had promised to? Would she finally know what it was like to experience the most exquisite of pains and pleasures with someone? She had never been with someone who could make her cum...she had always had to do the work herself and it had been a good decade since that had happened.

She could feel him enlarge slightly inside her and she knew he was close. Determined not to miss his expression this time, she kept watching his face as she rocked her hips. His eyes were squeezed shut and suddenly, his body curled up slightly. She could feel the hot cum shooting out of his cock and filling her. It was so intense she could actually feel the pulsating in his cock as he emptied himself completely inside of her. She knew she had satisfied him in a way that no one else ever had or ever would and he would never doubt her or her abilities again. 

And so it continued for a year. In that time, she met someone new and fell in love, but she would often think of him. They continued to chat, but less frequently. There would be sporadic, stolen moments: a hand job at the park, a blow job in the library, a secret visit when the wife and kids weren't home. Just being near him made her wet and him leak.

They both knew their time together would come to an end when he was called to fulfill his military obligations. A week before he was set to leave, they discussed getting together one last time. She hoped it would happen. She knew she would not hold anything back during for their last encounter. She looked forward to seeing him again, to be with him in a way that she had never really allowed herself to be in the past. She could think of nothing else that week, only of ut his promise to make her cum and she believed that he really could. After that, it would be a clean break, as it wasn't likely that they'd see each other again and they could both continue on with their lives without having to wonder what might have been. 

But the days passed and she did not hear from him. She knew that she wouldn't have this last opportunity to do all the things she wanted to do, to be all the things he wanted her to be. Part of her is sad and disappointed. She knows the chemistry between them is rare and something that few people are lucky enough to ever have felt. It was a meeting of the minds that neither had experienced before and probably never will again. She takes solace in knowing that she has ruined him and that she will be the best he's ever had. He will have to settle for what meager pleasures his wife can give him. She knows that no matter how busy he gets, when he's alone at night, thoughts of her will continue to come to him. And she...she will never know what could have been.

For Elisabeth



I walked back to the window once again, staring out at the night lights of the city below. Tossing back the last of my drink, I grimaced and swallowed. Sighing I pulled the curtains closed and sat back down at the small round table in the hotel room, my fingers tapping against it's fake wood top.

"I wish you would quit pacing and calm down," Dale said and laughed softly.

"I am calm," I argued, reaching to pour another drink, and splashing some of the whiskey on the tabletop. I headed for the bathroom for a towel and as I started out of the bathroom door, I heard a soft knock and froze. My heart thumped in my chest and my mouth went dry. Dale looked at me and smiled then headed for the door. I stood where I was, unable to move, towel dangling from my hands.

"Hi Dale," I heard her voice and saw her in profile as she embraced my husband.

"Hi Elisabeth," was his reply as he broke from the brief hug. Elisabeth turned and looked around the room.

"Where's.." She stopped as she saw me standing in the bathroom doorway.

Glancing at the towel I had hanging in front of me, still in my hands, a smile danced in her eyes and she said, "Taking a bath?"

"No, no I.. oh shit, the table!" I stammered and hurried by her to mop up the whiskey, which was now dripping off the edge of the table onto the floor. I mopped hurriedly, then knelt down and sopped at the wet spot on the carpet. 

When I stood up, she was just a couple of feet in front of me. Our eyes met for the first time. I saw the amusement in her dark eyes. 'A person could get lost in those deep, dark eyes,' I thought to myself. My heart was pounding so hard, I wondered if she and Dale could hear it. God, I couldn't believe she was here, standing so close, flesh and blood, heat and fire. The woman I had spent an uncountable multitude of hours online chatting with and on the phone talking and playing, listening to the sound of her southern tinged voice, and her sweet little whimpers as she'd orgasm, cumming in a wave of soft gasps when we'd play at phone sex.

"Not much of a greeting, Anne." she said and startled me from my memories.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said and pulled her into a tight hug, "I guess I'm a little nervous."

"Just a little?" She laughed.

"Elisabeth, just 'cuz you're here doesn't mean we have to.." I started. She silenced me with her fingers against my lips.

"Shhh."

We had discussed this day, anguished over it, teased and tossed it back and forth like a ball. I had told her I'd never touch her, that I'd not take the chance even if it were offered. I was too worried it would mess with our friendship. She had teased me back, saying all she'd have to say is 'do me' and I would. We had teased and playfully argued about this meeting for over a year. Now that it was here, I was shaking. Whether it was from nervousness or excitement I had yet to determine.

In a fraction of a second, everything over the last year played through head and I made my mind up.

I grabbed her hand at my lips and held them, pressing my lips against them in a soft kiss. I pulled her hand back and with the full of my tongue lapped from the base of her wrist up her palm and along her middle finger, stopping at the tip of the finger and sucking it into my mouth, then pulling it out, my teeth grazing the tip. I stood back a step and looked into her dark eyes once again.

"You know I want you," I said softly.

"Then do me," she answered quietly.

Trembling, I lifted her chin up with my hand and lightly brushed my lips against hers. Her moist lips parted, and what I had intended to be just a light kiss evolved. My tongue slipped between her lips and caressed hers in a brief duel, wet and passionate, electrifying as my whole body tingled with the touch. My hands started wandering over her body, down her back, my fingers stroking then massaging her ass as I pulled her closer, our breasts smashed together.

I broke from our kiss and started a slow path down her neck, kissing, licking and gently sucking with my lips, neck, throat and finally to her cleavage. I licked up from her cleavage to her throat and received a low moan for my efforts. Her hands pulled my head into her body. I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and pushed it back, watching it fall from her shoulders. 

As I struggled with the clasp on her bra, another set of hands joined mine and I looked up into the eyes of my husband and smiled. Dale started kissing along her neck as I moved back and sat on the edge of the bed. I pulled Elisabeth's body along with me, and cupped both of her breasts into my hands. Her hard nipples were jutting out in the space above the web of my hand, between my thumb and index fingers. I pulled one of her nipples against my lips, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, then sucked hard, my tongue lapping back and forth as I let her breast slip from my mouth so that just the nipple was between my lips. I sucked hard, my lips and tongue working furiously as my hand slipped down and unbuttoned her pants and pushed them from her hips.

I ran my hands down between her legs, fingers tracing along the front of her thong, feeling the dampness between her legs, stroking with the side of my hand. I pulled her thong down and let it fall to the floor.

I groaned out loud, my own juices drenching my jeans. I noticed Dale had stepped back and was slipping off the last of his clothes. I pulled Elisabeth against me, my hands going around her, feeling her naked ass against my hands, the heat of her body so very intoxicating. My mouth was still working on her nipples, tongue darting from one to the other, flicking back and forth across each in turn. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were almost closed, her lips parted and a light sheen of moisture covered her forehead. Thinking to myself that that vision of her was so fucking sexy, I stopped and released her body.

Dale pulled her back against him and cupped her breasts and tilted her head back to kiss her. I quickly kicked off my boots and unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it on the floor. Not bothering to remove my bra or jeans, I reached onto the bed and threw the pillow on the floor and laid back, my head near the top of the bed.

When they parted their kiss, I noticed she had been stroking Dale's now very hard cock. It stood erect and proud, dark with blood and lust. In just a few minutes, I thought to myself, I am going to be watching that cock slide in and out of my friend.

Grinning like mad, I watched and when Elisabeth looked up and met my eyes I said, "I want you on my face".

"Oh god," she said and climbed up into the bed and eased her hips over my shoulders. Her pussy, damp and glistening was just a few inches above my face. I looked up as she looked down and our eyes met again. I grinned and snaked out my tongue and watched her face. She tilted her head back and grabbed the headboard as my tongue touched her pussy lips. Slowly, I lapped with the full of my tongue, up and down, wetting the entire outside of her pussy, then back to her ass, her body started rocking slowly back and forth to meet my tongue. I pushed my head up and using the tip of my tongue parted her pussy lips and drove my tongue up into her pussy. Elisabeth thrust down hard on my mouth and I pushed my face into her, my nose brushing along her clit as I tilted my head back and forth.

I motioned with my hand along the side of the bed for Dale to join us and felt the bed move as he joined us. I motioned him on up and he must have realized what I was trying to get him to do because I felt him straddle my body and position himself behind Elisabeth. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and stuck my lips against her clit, sucking on it softly and pulling it out between my lips.

I felt her body tense and push down against my mouth and I smiled to myself as I realized Dale was teasing her ass with his cock. I felt his hips lift up and down as he stroked his cock up and down the crack of her ass. I released my grip on her hips and gently pushed her up, my mouth following and my tongue lapping along her pussy as I tried to tilt my head to watch. I reached down and stroked along Dale's shaft and using the pressure of my tongue strokes on her pussy, I pushed her body back. 

I pulled my head away and watched as the tip of Dale's cock slipped slowly into Elisabeth's ass. Her breath caught and I very lightly licked along the outside of her pussy, slowly up and down I went and I felt her body start to relax as Dale pushed more of his cock up into her tight ass. Pulling my head back again, I watched as the last inches of his cock were buried.

I lapped slowly along her pussy, savoring the slight, sweet taste and reveling in the juices Dale's probing on her ass had produced, I stopped to swallow and as they both rocked above me, I went back to my attentions on Elisabeth's now dripping pussy. I buried my face into it, my mouth covering her wet hole and sucking hard, my nose stroking along her slit, hitting her clit as I tilted my head back and forth. With one hand, she pulled at my head, whether it was to encourage me or discourage me, I wasn't sure and knew I wouldn't stop until she came in a torrent of juices on my face.

Dale was fucking her ass harder and faster, the entire bed was shaking and with each stroke into her ass, he drove her pussy harder into my face. I lapped hungrily at her clit, giving it all my attention. Her breath was coming in gasps; low little moans were escaping her lips. The sounds of our sex play filling the air, her whimperings, Dale's deep, low moans, the slapping of his body against her ass as he drove his cock up into her tight hole and the lapping sucking sounds I was making on her drenched pussy was an erotic chorus. I was moaning too, I realized and I was close to cumming, just from the absolute lust of all that was happening. 

I slipped my hand up between their bodies and started teasing along Elisabeth's ass with a finger. As Dale pulled out for a stroke, I eased the tip of my finger into her ass and when he pushed the full length of his cock back into her, my finger wedged inside along with it. Elisabeth groaned out loud and I marveled at the feel of her ass and Dale's cock along my finger. I followed along with his strokes, adding a small wiggling finger alongside of his cock in her hot ass.

She pushed her pussy down hard on my face and I had to tilt my head a little to breathe as I licked up and down her slit, hitting her clit each time she'd rock back down. Her body started trembling and I could feel her pussy quivering against my mouth, tongue and cheeks. I pulled my finger out of her ass and held her legs down against my shoulder as she came, her juices drenching me, my entire face wet and sticky. I licked faster, but more gently at her clit as she moaning and shook. I heard Dale grunt and moan and felt his body press down as he filled Elisabeth's ass with jet after jet of his hot cum. The motion of their bodies was rocking me along with them. I closed my eyes as my own body shook with release and moaned against her pussy. I held her tightly against my face as all motions slowed down. I very gently licked along her pussy, cleaning the juices and lightly flicking at her clit. She pulled my head back again. This time I was very sure what she wanted-for me to stop.

I laid my head back and let out a soft laugh. I looked up at her face, her hair a mess, sticking along the sides of her sweaty face, her eyes glazed and still half closed, her face flushed and her lips parted as she gasped for breathe.

"Elisabeth, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life," I said, breathlessly.



For Emily Whenever...



"For Emily wherever I may find her...." - Paul Simon

My two-year-old granddaughter, Emily, cried for a while, refusing to go to sleep. Finally she wiped her nose on my shirt, rested her head on my shoulder and dozed off in my arms after her "terrible twos" tantrum. Putting up with a cranky baby is just one of the joys of being a solo baby-sitting grandparent. My son and his wife were off celebrating their anniversary. With my wife away at a conference, that left me to tend to the baby alone. Still, I enjoyed my grandfatherly job of spoiling Emily, as well as teaching her a few new things, like how to press gently on the piano keys, or how to catch a ball. I'm sure that she'll need these skills someday.

I waited for a few minutes, to make sure she was completely asleep before I slowly stood, headed for the spare bedroom and set her gently in the old crib. Now that she was asleep I could put on some classic rock and surf the web for a while. I switched on the baby monitor in case she woke up and paused to look at her little form once again before going. Sometimes she was so exasperating when awake, but she looked like a perfect little angel when asleep, especially with her unruly mop of curly reddish-brown hair. 

"Princess, you're going to be a real heartbreaker in about 15 years." I softly told her, even though she couldn't hear me while asleep. "Just remember to keep the boys wanting more or they'll take advantage of you. Save that precious jewel of virginity, treasure it..."

"Save it for someone very special. You've always taught me that, Grandpa." The voice that finished my sentence came from behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I thought I was in the house alone except for Emily. I let out a startled oath that thankfully didn't wake the baby and I turned to see a young woman that I didn't recognize, about 17 or 18 years of age. She had the same unruly mop of reddish-brown curls as my granddaughter but barely tamed into a pony tail, the same coral-colored lips and the same gray eyes but hidden behind wire rimmed glasses. She was dressed as a typical student in a tee shirt and jeans. 

"Who are you?" I demanded angrily. "How did you get in here?" I glanced around for a makeshift weapon. Even though she didn't seem threatening and was a few inches shorter than me, she looked rather athletic in a compact, curvy sort of way. Cross-country skiing perhaps, or endurance swimming or some other sport where a thin reserve cushion of body fat would be an advantage. It's odd what my mind thinks of when I should be concentrating on defense. Somehow I found myself attracted to her, not that I'd jump into bed with her, but something in the back of my mind was insisting that I could trust this stranger in my house. I pushed the feeling aside and tried to appear dangerous. I scowled at her with the best game face I could manage.

"Grandpa, it's me, Emily. Don't you recognize me?" Her face twisted up the same way baby Emily's did when she was upset and the young woman seemed to be on the verge of tears. "I've been listening to your advice all my life, that's how I knew what you were going to say next."

"Nonsense. Emily's only two; she's asleep in the crib. Who are you and what do you want?" 

"That's Grandma's old crib, I remember it. You used it for Daddy, too." 

She was right. How could she know that? How did she know Emily's name? What the hell was going on here? I tried to reply but only stammered.

Realizing my confusion, she tried to explain. "I was sent here, somehow. You're supposed to help me with some kind of problem. I don't know all the facts yet." 

"She doesn't know because I haven't told her yet." Another voice chimed in, coming from inside the bedroom near the crib. This one was very similar to the young woman's, but a bit more mature. "Hello Grandpa, I'm also Emily." 

Again I was startled. How did anyone get in here? There was only the one door to the hallway and I was facing it the whole time I was talking to the other woman. Nobody had come in that way and the only window was still closed. 

I looked over at the new arrival. She looked very similar to the young woman, but maybe ten years younger than my age, which would put her in her early 40s. She was dressed in a burgandy pastel, scoop-neck top, casual slacks and similar wire-rim eyeglasses. Her hair was the same color, but had been pulled back into a tight bun. Perhaps they were mother and daughter? Still, what were these two doing in my house and why were they both claiming to be Emily? I got that strange feeling of trust again. This didn't make sense. The older woman peeked into the crib and smiled.

"Let's not disturb the baby." She stepped out into the hallway, ushering the younger woman along. 

I followed right away, closing the door so little Emily's sleep wouldn't be disturbed if I had to forcibly throw these two out. So far they didn't seem to be dangerous, but I was still wary, especially of their interest in the baby. I didn't want them to kidnap my granddaughter or worse. 

The lighting in the hallway was much brighter than the night-lights in the baby's room. I could see their faces very clearly when they turned to face me. I was quite surprised at how similar their faces were. The same oval shape, the same gray eyes as my wife, son and granddaughter, the same hair that was identical to my own hair color, the same little chin with an offset dimple. The only differences I could see were those caused by age, the older woman's face was a little fuller with subtle crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. Even their bodies were very similar in frame with the older woman a bit softer on the curves and carrying a few extra pounds. The same length legs and arms, similar hands and even the way they stood was identical. It was more than a mother-daughter relationship, it was more like they were clones. 

"Still don't recognize me, Grandpa?" I wasn't sure which one spoke.

I looked a bit harder, trying to pick out the familiar features. They shared features from both my wife and me, features that we had passed down to our son, the father of Emily. In the brighter lighting, it was obvious that they were related to both of us, my wife and me. But how? 

"What's going on here, who are you two?" Even I could hear the confusion in my voice.

"Grandpa, I'm Emily, your granddaughter." The older one spoke again. "The same one that's in that crib and also this is my younger self."

"That's what she told me when she sent me here." The younger one added. 

I was finally realizing that this was something far, far out of the ordinary. It was going to take a while for me to figure out what was going on. These two were related to my wife and me, but the only offspring we had was our son and his two-year-old daughter.

I decided to hear them out. "Let's go sit down so you two can explain this better." 

They both nodded, turned as one and headed for the kitchen. At the table they both picked seats on either side of my usual chair before I even got there. I figured that might be just chance, so I tried a test. I stopped at the refrigerator to get the iced tea jug and three glasses. Without asking what they wanted to drink, I poured the tea in all three and set them on the table. I drink my iced tea unsweetened and there was no sugar on the table. They both grabbed their glasses and drank.

"Mmm. Iced green tea with ginger." The younger one said. 

"Just like you used to give us, Grandpa." The older one added.

"But you'd put a spoon of honey in it." They both blurted in unison then laughed. They both had the same, identical laugh. The same as my son's laugh. That pretty much convinced me that they were both somehow my granddaughter. I usually had to guard my tea so little Emily wouldn't steal it. Whenever I gave her some of her own tea, I did put honey in it, never sugar. 

The older Emily took another sip of her tea, then set it aside. "Let me start by saying that I'm a physics professor. I've been studying time and I've made a breakthrough in time travel." 

"I'm majoring in physics at State U. Is that why you brought me?" The younger one interrupted. 

"Let me finish. This is hard for me to say and will be even harder for you to hear. I used my time machine to bring you here because you are me. You are my younger self. I took you from your time and we both traveled to this time so Grandpa can help me... us with a problem. A problem that's been making me miserable for nearly thirty years. Now this is the hard part." She took a deep breath to brace herself before continuing. "I was raped almost twenty-nine years ago, three days after my nineteenth birthday."

"If you are me, then that means that I'll be raped in three days." The younger Emily was so startled that she practically shouted. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I am telling you, now. The rape spoiled sex for me for years. It took about five years before I could even consider having sex again, and I never did enjoy it. Two husbands left me because I never could overcome that distaste, that fear of sex. This is why I brought you here. I have a chance to make things right, a chance to fix my life and learn how to enjoy sex."

After a stunned silence I finally found my voice again. "A time machine?" I asked slowly, still skeptical. "Setting aside the fact that a time machine is impossible, why didn't you just stop the rape from happening?" 

"Don't you think I've already tried that? I've been around this timeline nine or ten times now, I've lost track of how many. But every time, no matter what I do, I still get raped. Karmic debt, fate, kismet, I don't know what, but it always happens." Her voice became a plaintive wail and she was close to tears. "Sometimes I'm hurt even worse during the rape, sometimes it's not even the same guy. But this is the only solution I could think of. Grandpa, you're my only hope for happiness."

"But what can I do to stop the rape?" 

"You don't stop the rape." The older Emily gulped, forcing herself not to cry. "There's no way to stop it. But there is a way that you can prepare me for it, a way to make sure my first sexual experience isn't a rape. I don't want to lose my virginity by violence."

I could guess what she was hinting at, but my mind rejected it. I didn't want to believe what she was asking. "No. No, you're not serious."

The older Emily lifted her eyeglasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I've tried everything else I can think of. Do you have a better suggestion?" She still sounded close to tears.

The younger Emily spoke up again. "Wait a minute, are you two saying what I think you're saying? You want Grandpa to deflower me?" 

The older Emily gave an amused snort. "Deflower? That's an old fashioned term I haven't heard in a while. I bet Grandpa taught us that. But don't you love Grandpa? 

"Of course I love him, just not that way." 

"You know that Grandpa loves us and he'll be gentle and make it very special. He always makes things special like his fishing trips, and that train ride up the coast for my twelfth birthday." She turned to me. "You will do it, please Grandpa? It's the only way to make my first time a happy one."

"But why not a boy closer to her age... your age, uh, closer to nineteen?" I stammered.

"That's exactly how I got raped in the first place. Please Grandpa? For me; for her, my younger self; for the baby in the crib, that's me too. Don't you want me to grow up happy?"

I sighed, resigning myself to the inevitable. "You're right, damn it. I don't want to believe it, but you're right. If you can't stop the rape, I guess it's the only way." 

"Hey, what about my feelings? This can't be right." The younger Emily twisted her mouth around again. "I'm not ready to loose my virginity yet. I've kept it so long waiting for someone special."

The older Emily reached across the table and took her younger self by the hands, trying to reassure her. "Your feelings are my feelings. I am you. Don't you understand that? This is my only... your only... OUR only chance for happiness. If our first time is pleasant and loving, the rape won't matter as much in the long run. It won't permanently spoil sex for us, it won't ruin the rest of our life. We won't have a rape to look back at as our very first time. I... we don't loose our precious virginity in a rape."

The younger Emily burst into tears. I went to her, leaned down, took her in my arms and patted her back to try and calm her fears. She set her head on my shoulder exactly the same way her two-year-old self had just a while ago. She also wiped her nose on my shirt. I guess some things stay the same, even after 17 years. 

I decided that the deed should be done quickly, before any of us had second thoughts. With her head still on my shoulder, I coaxed the young Emily to her feet, lifted her slightly and headed towards my bedroom. I pushed the covers down, eased her onto the bed as gently as I could and gave her a couple of tissues to mop up her tears. 

"Grandpa, this is crazy. How can I do it with you?" 

"It's all right, princess, I'll make it as special as I can." 

I tilted her head up slightly and kissed her, not on the lips, but in the hollow under the ear where her jaw, neck and head came together. This was a very sensitive spot on her Grandmother and I hoped that she inherited that particular gene. My hopes were answered and she gave a little shiver. After a moment, her head tilted back even more and then I kissed her lips, closed mouth at first, but gently coaxing her to accept the entrance of my tongue. I continued this for a while, trying to make her feel both at ease and horny. She soon was participating completely in the kissing, her tongue invading my mouth and chasing my own around in circles. 

"You've kissed before, haven't you." I stated the next time I came up for air. "Just how much experience have you had with boys?"

"I've let a few kiss me at parties and such, but not many. I really have to like a boy before I kiss him." 

"What about anything else?" 

"I've touched a few boys, and sometimes let them touch me. I even gave a blowjob once, but it was kind of messy and didn't taste very good."

"Don't worry princess, I won't ask you to do that. I have to stay up to help you, and it would take too long for me to recharge." 

"It looks like you're ready right now." She glanced down at the bulge in the front of my pants. 

She really did kiss well, I haven't even touched the rest of her yet, but she already had me hard and ready. I continued kissing her and slid my hand up to her breasts. She gave a little whimper and arched her back, pressing a hard nipple tighter into my palm. I got to work with my other hand, peeling off her tee-shirt and trying to undo her bra. She helped a bit and her sweet young breasts were quickly exposed to my view. She did appear younger than her nineteen years, that was a trait of our family. Her aureoles still had the puffiness of adolescence rather than following the curve of the rest of her breast. I took a nipple into my mouth and was rewarded with a gasp and moan from her lips. I wanted to do this slowly so it would be memorable for her. I wanted her to have at least one orgasm, better yet two, before I even tried to break her maidenhead. Orgasms were supposed to be a good anesthetic. I kept working on her nipples for a long time, first one then the other as her hands roamed across my chest and upper back. 

When she started to move her hips, grinding the front of her jeans against my hardness, I figured she was ready for the next step. I gently undid the snap and eased her jeans and pink panties down off her legs. This put my face about the level of her kneecaps, which I started to kiss and lick. I teased the front and inner sides of her thighs, slowly working my way back up to her muff. When I was close enough to reach her breasts with my outstretched hands, I added that to the stimulation, too, gently rolling both nipples between a finger and thumb. By the time I got to her pussy she was lifting her hips, trying to get her sex closer to my face. I kissed around her thatch, taking some of her pubic hair between my teeth and gently tugging. She gasped again and I kept her gasping as I proceeded to alternate blowing air onto her wet lips and tugging on her hair. By this time she was squirming in anticipation and finally unable to hold back any longer, grabbed me by the ears and shoved my face into her pussy.

She was young and clean and tasted like a gourmet's dream. I eased my tongue along her inner lips, up and down, reveling in their virginal smoothness and teasing her opening. Brushing her clitoris on each upstroke and slowly bringing her to the brink of an orgasm. When I thought she was close I lifted my head away, kissing up towards her belly button until she made a strangled growl in frustration. As soon as I heard that noise, I plunged my tongue back into her wetness, heading straight for her clitoris. The sudden move made her jump in surprise and almost immediately sent her into the spasms of the first orgasm of the evening. 

When she stopped shaking, I licked my way back up to her breasts and got my fingers into her pussy. One against her clit and another gently probing her depths, trying to test the strength of her hymen. Truth to tell, I had never deflowered a virgin. Even her Grandmother had other lovers before we married. I didn't want to hurt her too much. I pressed my finger in until it met some resistance. I tried pressing a bit harder and found that I could get past it with one finger, but it was still very tight. I kept up my explorations, licking her breasts and finding the spots that made her shiver in delight. Soon she was again breathing quickly and I got her to her second shuddering orgasm, which she signaled by another of her animal noises. 

Now was the time for the final phase. Before she even finished quivering from the second orgasm, I had tossed off my pants and set the head of my cock at the entrance of her wet hole. I eased it inside until I encountered that resistance again. Bracing myself, I forced it the rest of the way and felt the resistance disappear. She gave a gurgling little cry and I stopped moving, holding myself still inside her. 

"Is that okay, princess? Did I hurt you too much?"

"No, I'm okay Grandpa. It only hurt for a second." She was still breathless. "Please don't stop."

I gently eased myself out halfway, then slowly back in, then again and again, very slowly. She started making little whimpering noises, but her mouth was set in a dreamy smile and her eyes were still glazed over from the previous orgasms. I speeded up a bit, unable to fully contain my own desires and wanting to cum soon, too. I was getting close when she made another animal noise and clamped her tight pussy down on my cock as she came for a third time. Three more strokes and I was making my own animal noises while squirting deep inside her. 

We lay together, breathless and connected until I softened enough to just fall out. Before withdrawing, I gave her a 'thank you' kiss. 

"I hope that was good, princess. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but I just got too excited at the end." 

"That was wonderful, Grandpa. Thank you for being so gentle. None of my boyfriends ever made me cum like that. They never even licked me there." 

"I wanted your first time to be special, maybe now everything else will be better." I really didn't want to mention the impending rape and spoil her current state of happiness, but I couldn't help thinking about it. It was there, lurking in the back of my mind, like an unwanted guest at the party.

We cleaned up and dressed quickly. She headed back to the kitchen and I took some time to change the bedsheets. There wasn't much blood, but I wanted to get them in the wash before my wife returned tomorrow. I'll just tell her that the baby had wet on the sheets. In a strange, twisted way that was exactly what happened. I started the washer before I headed back to the kitchen. 




For Emily Whenever...



The younger Emily was still glowing from her experience, hugging the older Emily. 

"Uh, I hate to bring this up," I told them, sheepishly, "but we forgot to use any protection. You'd better get a morning-after pill." 

"I've already got it covered." The older Emily answered. "I've had a bit of time to plan this." She turned loose of her younger self. "Right now I have to send your back to your time."

She reached into her bag and brought out a gadget that looked like an overgrown PDA, or maybe a tricorder prop from the old Star Trek series. She punched several buttons on the front of the device and waved at the younger Emily. 

"Goodbye kid, remember what I told you to do about the rape."

"Goodbye, and thank you. Both of you, but especially you, Grandpa." Younger Emily waved back at us, then shimmered and disappeared. 

"Why couldn't you just send her back a few days after the rape?" 

"The equations don't work that way, you have to return to the same time you left or they don't balance. I've tried it, but there's no way around it."

"That's why you two showed up a few minutes apart?" 

"That's why. Not bad, you've got an idea of how time travel works."

"Heh, not bad for a burned out high-school science teacher. Want some more tea?"

We sat for over an hour, emptying the iced tea jug and chatting while not saying much of anything. Suddenly the older Emily blinked a couple of times and sat up with a jerk. There was some kind of change going on, almost as if she shimmered for a brief moment. Like a blast of hot air had come between us and distorted the light as sometimes happens in the desert in summer. Suddenly her hair wasn't pulled back as tightly, the bun not as severe. There were now faint laugh lines on her face in place of the earlier faint frown lines.

"Are you okay?" For some reason I wasn't really worried about this change.

"It's happened." She said happily, grinning at me. "The timeline has sorted itself out, I've got new memories now. The old ones are like a dream, a bad dream. I survived the rape okay and this time I kept the evidence to get the bastard convicted." 

"That's great. That's wonderful." I fetched a bottle of Pinot Noir from the wine rack, expertly extracted the cork and poured two glasses while she talked. 

"It didn't ruin sex for me this time. Oh, I wasn't able to enjoy it for a while, but with a positive first experience I was able to get over that in a few months. I've even learned to enjoy giving oral sex." She was talking quickly, almost babbling as the new, happier memories crowded out the bad ones. I handed her a wineglass that she grabbed with her left hand.

"Let's celebrate." We clinked our glasses together and drank. As she tipped her glass back, the gold ring on her left ring finger came into her view. She stopped drinking and stared at the ring, trying to sort through her new memories.

"I'm married now... happily married for a long time, just once, no divorce. And you've got great-grandkids." She looked like she was on top of the world. "No great-greats yet, but give the kids some time, there might be one on the way." 

"Uh, I've got to ask, am I still alive in your time?"

"Oh Grandpa, you and Grandma are in your mid-nineties, and still active. We visit when we can, about twice a month. You still play golf." 

"Yeah, but I bet my handicap is way up." 

She set her wine down and jumped up, grabbing me in a bear hug as I scrambled to my feet to meet her. "Thank you, Grandpa. You've fixed my life." She leaned her head back and looked into my eyes. "Thank you for being my first and teaching me about love. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

She leaned forward and caught me in a kiss that quickly became deeper as she opened her mouth against my lips. She was softer and more cuddly than her nineteen-year-old version, and obviously had much more experience at kissing. She leaned back again, but didn't let go. "I know it's only been about two hours for you, but it's been nearly twenty-nine years for me, twenty-nine wonderful years. One more time for old time's sake, please?"



For Eri



She was doing it again. Smirking, with shy, suggestive glances through her autumn eyes. Lifting a hand off the steering wheel, a smooth finger slipping into her mouth and slowly slipped out, coat with salvia.

"Mhmm."

I couldn't tell which one of us audibly moaned. Silently thanking God I wasn't driving, as I'd just nearly experienced a petit mort from her demonstration, I adjusted my straining grey denims and politely cleared my throat.

Eri and I were long-distance friends and collaborative writers. We had known each other for months, meeting through our blogs, but this was technically our first time meeting in person. I'd flown to Texas from Virginia to explore some opportunities, Eri being one of them. 

Issuing a side glance at her, I took in her features; at 5'6'' and 114 lbs, she was tiny, compared to my 5'8'', 160 lbs. Her tan, multiracial skin contrasted with my own dark features. Her light chocolate hair fell to just above her rear and she wore little make-up on her face. The hot Texas sun beat through her sun roof, bronzing her unsleeved arms.

"Eri, would you mind pulling over? I am..." I paused to consider my wording and forced out "...terribly thirsty," I asked, although well aware that there probably wasn't a single gas station, rest stop or vending machine in a 20 mile radius of the heavily forested area we were driving through.

"Are you sure August? My house isn't more than another 15 or 20 minutes from here and you can drink all you'd like there," a smirk evident in her voice. "Beside, I don't see anywhere you could possibly get anything to drink out here," she said, trailing off toward the end and pretending the glance around as she slipped her hand from her mouth down to her tan, succulent thighs that were accented by thin, black running shorts. The salvia from her finger left a trail along her thighs and she whispered a quick "Oops" as she began to rub it away. The action caused a painful throbbing in two parts of my body and I sucked in some breath.

"No, I'm sure there's a place not too far," I replied, despite the fact that I'd never been to Texas and we hadn't seen a single sign of modernity since she picked me up from the airport.

"I don't know Aug-" she began in the same mocking, smirking manner as before.

"Pull over Eri," I said, already reaching for my seatbelt, only dimly aware that, despite her "being unsure," she had been gradually slowing down since just before I'd asked her to.

"I wouldn't do that just yet, mister." With a slight sideways glance, I noticed her grinning, but still looking straight ahead. I almost made to respond, until she made a sharp swerve toward the left, onto a narrow dirt road and, after a few, bumpy, slightly disconcerting minutes into a small, remote clearing, where she slid into a slight 180 and parked. Slightly impressed, I rolled my eyes and did a quick glance around as the cloud of dirt she'd accrued floated and settled.

With her normal supercilious grin, Eri looked at me and opened her mocking mouth to make some undoubtedly witty comment, but I cut her off, quickly kissing her soft lips and placed my left hand around her mouth. She rebuffed slightly and pouted, but there was a smile in her eyes as she leaned the seat back, providing me with an ample amount of room. Skillfully stretching my upper-body over the console and dimly aware of her nibbling on my left hand, I tugged her tiny shorts down and was greeted by her smooth, glistening sex.

Arching an eyebrow up at her, a silent "No panties?" passed through the air, to be answered by a playful giggle. A heavy, lusty and feminine aroma filled my nostrils and weighted upon my face, almost tickling my skin. I kiss her lower lips, delighting in the unfamiliar, rum-like taste that shot through my mouth and coursed its way through my body.

Delicious. Delicious and...

I paused, mentally, but not physically.

Delicious, but in the way that you had to keep tasting to be sure you couldn't describe it in any other artful, comparative way. Delicious. And what? Delicious and implacable. Utterly Eri.

One more quick lick and I knew I absolutely had to have a true taste. In a quick, cat-like show of strength, I bunny hopped the lower half of my body over, pushing her slim, naked legs upwards until her feet touched the ceiling. She leaned a bit forward to remove her flip-flops and the shorts that hung from her ankles, but just after she'd successfully thrown them into the back, I began my ministrations and she jolted back into her seat, scrunching her face and gasp-shouting a half-surprised, half-begging "FUCK!"

I throughly enjoyed her taste. With my nose nearly buried into her throbbing pussy and my tongue lolling in a circle inside her, I massaged from her thighs to the cheeks of her ass, gently bouncing her legs up and down in rhythm with my tongue. Again, a gasp, followed by an accompanying shout filled the car. I went on like this for a few minutes, altering patterns of movements and breaking off every thirty seconds or so to give her entire sex a long, engulfing lick, each time in a different direction. Eri had now begun to pant and lightly shake at nonspecific points of my treatment, her loud, vocal moans had become less sensible by this point and more desperate demands.

I let her legs go and they fell limply onto my shoulders. With a quick glance upward, I saw her cute mouth whispering a litany of words, each varying in articulated length, sometimes a bit more accented, sometimes half-said, sometimes accompanied with a crescendo-groan/moan: Fuck. More. Please. Yes. God. August. Keep going. Please. Yes. Fuck. Your. Yes. You. Fuck me. Gawd yes.

Grinning internally, I broke off from my duty and noticed how damp my face was. Little driblets hung on the follicles of my prickly facial hair. Her hands, which had previously alternated from slamming the ceiling to pulling her hair, now grasped my head and very forcefully pushed my face back into her.

"More!" She screamed. I stuck my tongue back in and bobbed back and forth, fucking her with my tongue, twisting, rotating and rolling it as she held my head. Venturing a bit upwards when I had a slight reprieve, I found what I'd initially broken off to find and wrapped my tongue around her slippery clitoris.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes!"

I smirked again, this time wrapping my lips around it and sucking on it until it fell out of my mouth. Her hips buckled so fiercely that I had to place my hands over them and force them down and the purlicue between my fingers strained from the well-worth effort. I muttered my own prayer of thanks, whispered a enthusiastic "Fuck" and dived back in, sucking with my lips until it popped out and toying with it using my tongue, enjoying the cacophony of sounds Eri elicited above me. Her thighs finally clamped down on my head, making it harder to breathe, but more enjoyable to dine. The throbbing increased, both from her pussy and from my painfully hard, straining cock, but I ignored both and managed to shove a few fingers right under my my mouth and inside her, quickly curling them and uncurling them.

"Please, please, please August, just fuck me! I want to cum so bad," Eri cried out and I almost stopped, unable to help but adore the sound of her lilting voice. But I sensed her build-up and knew she had had a number of mini-orgasms by this point, so I urged myself on. Glancing up one final time, my eyes met hers. They were soft, joyous, filled with desperation for a release. I looked forward, joustled my shoulders to open her thighs up (although immediately missing the sensation of being pinned between them) and pistoled my curling, uncurling fingers out of them with one hand and quickly rubbing her hard clit with the other. It didn't take much to notice the gradually increasing squelching as my hands became blurs. I bit my lips as my arms began to burn and gasped out a roar just in time-

"AHH! Oh my God, oh my God!" a repetition broke from Eri's choir cords, her initial scream and subsequent cries filling the air as she squirted a flood in my direction. I caught the first shot, with surprise at the forcefulness, only to force my eyes closed as the second stream hit my face. Her hips, no longer contained by my hands, rose up and down recklessly, as she pushed her orgasm out. The rest didn't come out nearly as forcefully, drenching the front of the seat and her thighs, which were swinging in and out. Finally, she collapsed back onto her seat, her russet eyes closed, hair frazzled, arms slightly splayed and knees resting firmly on my shoulders again. I half-mockingly sat back onto my heels, as a dog would, licking my lips and wondering if I'd smell like her sex for the next few days (I wouldn't particularly mind).

Eyes still closed, she muttered out a impish, "Still thirsty?"

"A little, yeah, actually," I smirked back at her, gently moving her body to the passenger seat as I stood up.

"I can provid-"

"Nope." Turning the car back on, I glancing at the GPS, not bothering to clean my face and grinning at her dazed state. "I'll drive. Your house. Memory foam mattress. Wi-fi. Pillows. TV."

She smiled, curled into a ball and cuddled my non-essential arm, licking it ("Easy, tiger")

"But when we get to your house," I said as I put her car in drive, "would you make me some tea?"



For Erin



This is a very short piece dedicated to ShadowSucks, Erin, who just a couple of weeks ago lost her battle with cancer. 

Erin contacted me a few months ago and asked me to try and write a story in this genre. We became fast friends and in a little under a year, she grew to mean very much to me. So I am posting this story in her memory. If you enjoy it, she is the one to thank. 

I will miss her immensely and keep her memory alive in my heart for the rest of my days. 

As always, readers, thank you for your support and comments are welcome. 

***** 

"You're late." She said coldly and peered unsympathetically at my drenched face. I hung my head in apology. For the longest seconds she stood motionless, as though daring me to utter an excuse. A blast of freezing wind whipped across my rain soaked body. My clothes clung to my skin and the cold began to burn. I shivered violently and looked at my Mistress, silently begging her to open her door to the lost puppy on her doorstep. She finally opened the door a little wider and stepped to the side. 

"Take those clothes off and leave them outside." She nodded her command and brought her hand to rest on her hip. "I don't want you dripping all over my floor." 

I sighed my relief and immediately moved to peel the wet material from my torso. I lifted my shirt over my head and the beading drops of rain on my face were swept away with it. My shaking hands moved to unbutton my pants and as I struggled to push the sodden denim down my legs another gust of wind stung my bare flesh. I kicked my sneakers off my feet after realising my jeans could not be pulled over them and finished removing my pants. I dropped the clothing on the wooden deck chair to my left. My hands travelled behind me but were stopped short of reaching the clasp of my bra. 

"That'll do." She turned her body sideways and tilted her head away from me. "Come." I gratefully stepped inside and was immediately comforted by the warm wooden floor. Mistress closed the door and stepped around me without so much as a glance in my direction. I counted her steps. One. Two. Three. My feet moved to follow her, knowing their expected distance. My eyes were glued to the long black stiletto heels that glided sensually over the floor. I watched her exquisitely toned calves, clad in black, back seamed thigh highs, adorned with a lacy band as they carried her toward her domain. 

I didn't need to watch where she was going. I knew this path well enough to walk it with my eyes closed. I had walked this path with my eyes closed, several times. Nine steps forward, turn left, twenty one steps forward, eight steps down the first flight of stairs, turn right and ten steps down the second flight. I didn't need to count the steps so I merely marvelled at Mistress' mouth watering body. I love how strict she makes lace look. Her derrière swung back and forth as she walked, crowned by the thick band of lace of her thong before disappearing between the firm cheeks. Her lace bra hugged her back so perfectly and my tongue ached to taste its sunkissed length. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail high on her head and swayed with each step she took. My ears rung with the hypnotic clicks of her heels against the floor and my eyes absorbed the impossible straightness of the stocking seams as they traversed the contours of her legs. 

When we reached the basement Mistress pointed a long finger at a metal ring, bolted to the floor, just to my left. "Wait there." I obeyed and stepped toward it, tucking my frozen fingers underneath my arms. I watched as Mistress walked toward the wall at the opposite end of the room. She paused when she reached it, surveyed the various items scattered across it and looked toward the ground. She began to pace back and forth parallel to the wall, occasionally looking at a specific item before moving on. Each time she paused to consider a weapon my body shuddered with memories of the last time it was used. 

She turned to look at me, her face blank and cold. Her eyes almost looked through me. My heart began to pound in my chest. Mistress wasn't usually this quiet and it made me nervous. 

"Do you know how late you were?" She asked. My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed hard. 

"No." I answered meekly. 

"Twelve minutes." She bluntly snapped back and her gaze forced my eyes to the grey floor. I felt her eyes on me and blood flooded my chest and cheeks. 

"Twelve minutes spent waiting for you," She repeated, her tone more forceful, "do you think that's acceptable?" 

"No Mistress." 

"Hmm." She pursed her lips and nodded subtly. "Neither do I." Mistress inhaled deeply and folded her arms across her chest, not once taking her eyes off me. "Turn around." The command surprised me. 

I did as told and turned to face away from her. My eyes busied themselves studying the metal rings attached to the wall in a square while my ears focused on following the sound of my Mistress' footsteps. She moved to each end of the wall and lifted something from it. My mind spun with the possible combinations of tools she could have selected. I didn't have to wonder for too long. Moments later, Mistress appeared at my side holding the leather wrist cuffs in her hand and a blindfold draped over her right arm. 

"Give me your hands." She reached for my left hand and I extended it to her. She folded the soft leather around my wrist and buckled it tight. She did the same to my right wrist before linking the two together with a four inch chain. She yanked firmly on the chain to ensure the cuffs were secure. "Get on your knees." She stepped back slightly and waited for me to take my place. Leaning down, Mistress took the chain between my cuffs and clipped it to the metal ring on the floor. With my hands fixed to the ground, she placed the satin blindfold over my eyes and tied it tightly behind my head. She walked away from me towards the back wall again. My body quivered and my heart raced. She walked the length of the wall and I had no idea what she had retrieved. 

"How many minutes late were you?" She asked. 

"Twelve." 

"That's right." Her foot steps grew closer. "I really don't like to be kept waiting. And I want to make sure it doesn't happen again." Her footsteps approached from my left side and circled around me slowly. "So... One lash for each minute you were late." My fingers closed around the thin chain and tugged against it. 

"You are going to count them, out loud, so I can make sure you know not to keep me waiting." As she passed behind me I felt her fingers in my hair. They twisted the strands around her palm and suddenly pulled my head back. "Do you understand?" 

"Yes." I answered, my voice a strained whisper. 

"Forehead on the ground, ass up in the air." She nudged my head forward. I shuffled my knees backwards, pushing my ass upwards, until my arms were fully extended and my head touched the floor. I thought I heard her moan her approval but put it down to wishful thinking. Her heels clicked against the hard floor as she circled me again. The anticipation and uncertainty had me tingling. I flinched when I suddenly felt her hands jerk my underwear over my ass. I turned my head in her direction, foolishly hoping I would be able to see through the blindfold. I couldn't. She walked back and forth behind me making my body tense more with each step. I clenched the chain in my palms and my toes curled painfully as she kept me waiting. 

"Uuuuhhh!" I cried out as the first strike collided with the exposed skin of my ass. "One..." I cried, panting with both shock and relief. Smack! The second strike landed on the opposite cheek and stung a little more. My body jolted forward and the chain strained against the ring which was now between my wrists. "Two..." I said now certain that she was using the flogger, the area of the pain and distinctive crack gave it away. I focused on slowing my breathing as my Mistress circled me again. My ass burned and I cringed at the thought of how much more there was to come. Smack! Pain flashed across the underside of my left cheek. "Three..." I shrieked and cursed my voice for its high pitch. Smack! The fourth landed barely a second later and precisely where its predecessor had. "Four..." I breathed through my teeth and followed her footsteps to the other side of my body. 

Smack! The flogger collided with the underside of my right cheek. "Fi..." Smack! I gasped as the sixth blow landed. "Five, six..." I whimpered quickly, knowing there would be consequences for falling behind. I struggled against my restraints as my body winced with the aftershocks of my discipline. I hadn't noticed Mistress move until her heels clicked beside my head and startled me. I didn't know whether to be grateful for the break or frustrated that she was prolonging the punishment. I heard her feet touch the ground on the other side my head and thought she had stepped over me until her shoes dragged against the floor on both sides. I realised she was standing over me, the mental image sending shivers coursing through me to my pussy. I fought the urge to lift myself towards her. 

Smack! I jolted again as the flogger snapped between my ass cheeks and I felt the first traces of moisture seep from my pussy. "Seven..." My voice cracked. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three swats landed quickly over the length of my back. The pain burned through my body and my fingers clawed at the rough floor as my pussy began to throb. "Eight..." I said defiantly. 

"Oh," Mistress ran her sharp heel up the length of my right arm, "liking this that much, are you?" My only response was a moan. She moved to the right side of my body. 

Smack! A swat nipped my upper back. 

Smack! The next landed across my lower back. 

Smack! The flogger kissed the centre of my back. 

"Nine..." I arched and relaxed my back, stretching and releasing the tingling skin. 

"Twisted little slut." She chuckled cruelly at me and I squeezed my eyes shut beneath the blindfold. I knew she was right. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three strikes ripped across my upper back and I moaned loudly, my knees scraped against the floor and my legs involuntarily spread themselves as the shocks rippled towards my pussy. I remained quiet. Mistress walked to my left said. 

"I don't think you're meant to be enjoying punishment this much." 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Determined to properly discipline me, the next three strikes landed where my ass and back met with such a force that my legs spread wide enough for my pussy to touch the cold floor. 

"Ten." My voice quivered and my body blazed. 

"That's better." She smugly offered. "Get that ass up!" She scolded and I shot back to the position I was meant to be in. 

Smack! 

"Aaaaahhhhh!" I shrieked as the next one struck just below my ass, to the top of my thigh, the tips torturously teasing the inside of my thigh as they bit. "Eleven..." I whined at the same determined force as the previous three swats. 

"Oh god yes." I heard Mistress mutter beneath her breath. I know she likes making me scream and I know she's going to do it again. 

Smack! 

The final blow hit my opposite thigh, again the tips reaching around to my tender inner thigh. I screamed as my body collapsed to the cold, hard ground and I pulled painfully against my cuffs. "Twelve!" I yell as the blood rushing to my thighs heats the skin and radiates into my dripping cunt. 

"Did I say you could lower your ass?" She scorned as another blow struck across my shaking thighs. I flinched and immediately pushed myself back to my knees. 

I heard her come closer and stop near my legs. I sighed loudly as Mistress' cool, gentle fingers soothed my stinging ass. She softly caressed my thighs, sending sparks through my core. My pussy was aching for my Mistress. 

"Mmm... I love it when this ass is all red for me." Her fingers lightly ran up the sensitive skin of my back which erupted into goose bumps in her wake. 

"Aaaaaaaarrrrhhhh!" I squealed sharply as her fingernails raked down my spine. The intensity had me jerking and writhing beneath my Mistress and my hips bucked backwards in search of her. 

"Fuck yes baby, scream for me." She hissed as her nails dragged over my ass cheeks, grasped my panties and yanked them back up, snapping the band around my hips. I whimpered as I heard Mistress stand and walk back to the wall. Moments later she was approaching again and came to a stop at my hands. I more heard, than felt, her unclip the chain from the metal ring. 

"Sit up and turn around." She commanded and I happily obeyed. My knees were relieved to no longer be jammed to hard floor. "Hands." She said and I raised them in the direction of her voice. I felt her unclasp the chain from my left wrist and, holding my right wrist, move behind me. She pulled my right arm to the centre of my back and then pulled my left arm to meet it before reattaching the chain. Her fingers caressed my shoulders lightly and proceeded to slide down my arms as Mistress' warm lips found the skin of my neck. 

My head sunk backwards to rest against her shoulder as her moist lips and tongue explored my neck. I moaned contentedly when her teeth softly nipped and pulled at my wanton flesh. She stood up behind me, her lips never leaving my neck, and brought her right hand around my body to firmly take hold of my throat. I gasped and shuddered as Mistress' fingers tightened slightly and her teeth bore painfully into the nape of my neck. My pussy twitched and released more of its juices, my legs spreading and pussy arching forward. She clutched a fist full of hair and used it to pull my head backwards, her lips travelling up my neck and along my jaw line. My heart raced and my mouth watered as I waited for her to kiss me. 

When her full lips grazed mine a moan escaped me. I wanted to whine and whimper as she hovered above me, her lips ever so lightly teasing mine, making me wait as her hot breath poured into my shamelessly open mouth. Her lips finally enveloped mine and my body melted against her passion. It was always during her kisses that I knew I would do anything she asked of me if it meant just one more of these kisses. Mistress coaxed my lips apart but just before our tongues met, pulled away. I wanted to yell in frustration but knew better. She walked away again but not towards the wall of toys. I waited and listened to her every movement, hoping for a random sound to hint at what she was doing. 

She walked back and stopped just in front of me. Her hand found my chin and her thumb smoothly slid across my bottom lip, making me slightly open my mouth. Her fingertips skimmed their way down my throat and over my chest, stopping to massage my breasts. I focused on keeping my breathing steady as Mistress' skilled hands caressed and kneaded the supple flesh. I felt her fingernails against my ribs as she slid her fingers under the elastic band of my bra and harshly yanked it up above my breasts, leaving it there and resuming her ministrations. I groaned as her thumbs and forefingers closed around my taught nipples, squeezing and pulling the peaks away from my body. 

Her nails gently scratched down my abdomen and my body shook with desire. I was panting by the time her nails reached my thighs and I couldn't stop my hips from rotating as she scratched harder down my thighs. Mistress' fingers found my pussy and began to rub me over my panties. When her other hand closed around my throat and slightly squeezed, I was dizzy with pleasure and panted in desperation. Lost in the pressure of her fingers both clutching my neck and rubbing my clit at the well practised speed which she knew would reduce me to a puddle in her palm. I jumped sharply as my Mistress placed a firm swat to my humming core. My body tumbled into despair as her hands left me. 

The blindfold was unexpectedly ripped from my eyes and they strained to adjust to the light. The moment my vision was clear, life stood still around me. The universe froze in a single instant to allow my senses to drown in the excruciating sensuality before me. Mistress was seated on a chair in front of me, her bra and thong removed, legs spread wide and her magnificent alter being displayed a matter of inches from my mouth. A soul crushing need tore through my entire being and I lunged forward towards my Mistress. Searing pain flashed through my shoulders as the force almost pulled the joints from their sockets, stopping me no more than four inches away from my Lady's ambrosia. Dazed and confused I looked behind me to see that she had chained me to the same metal ring. 

No! My mind and soul cried out as I looked back to the waiting treasure my Mistress guarded. I pulled and strained against the chain, my arms and shoulders aching and throbbing in pain, my neck extended the farthest it could be in effort to reach. For long seconds I struggled against my binds, hoping that one more pull would break me free. It was in vain. 

"Please!" I quietly begged, my eyes pleading for mercy. My body strained and ripped at the chains and I found myself wishing for the dislocations that would result in the inches of distance I needed. 

"Please. Please!" I beseeched her, consumed by a level of desperation the likes of which could rival a starving animal. She coldly watched my struggle. 

"Please!" I yelled in frustration and pulled on the chain violently. Her face began to soften and she broke out into a cruel and sadistic chuckle. 

"Mmm... Now there's my greedy little pussy whore." She announced as she leaned forward, took my chin in her hand and placed a forceful kiss against my lips. My blood was a molten inferno and my soul quivered, not so much from being called a whore but from being called Hers. "You wanna taste my pussy?" She sarcastically asked. 

"Please!" I begged again. Mistress leaned back and placed her left foot on my right thigh. 

"My stockings are feeling a little dry. Why don't you get them nice and wet for me." 

I bent forward and kissed the inside of her calf. Curling even more, I pushed my tongue passed my lips and licked around Mistress' ankle. 

"Good girl." She muttered as she watched me coat her shin in saliva. I craned my neck to reach around to the outside of her leg and lathered every inch I could reach. When my tongue stretched to tease the underside of her knee she moaned loudly and raised her leg, resting it on my right shoulder. She turned it slightly outward so I could reach the back of her calves. My lips and tongue kissed, sucked and licked my Mistress' leg. When I reached the back of her knee I, again, heard her moan and turned my head to look at her. She was watching me intently and my attention was drawn to a flickering movement in my peripheral vision, where her fingers were working in circles around her glistening clit. My tongue was unable to move as I looked at her in anguish. "You better keep working." She commanded and my mouth hesitantly returned to its duties. I coated the underside of her knee before moving around to kiss and suck on her knee, frequently stealing glances at Mistress' tormenting fingers. With her knee sufficiently wetted, my mouth set to work on her inner thighs and my eyes fixed themselves to the movement of her fingers which were now slowly pushing inside her. 

Extending my tongue as far as I could, I was able to just reach passed the lace band of her thigh highs and revelled in the taste of her silken skin. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils and my heart thudded within its bone cage. I looked up to see Mistress' eyes intensely burning into my own, I held her gaze until she inhaled sharply and removed her fingers from her centre. She slid her left leg from my shoulder and slowly raised her right leg to my left shoulder. She placed her ankle passed my shoulder and I immediately began with her calf. She watched me, her breathing laboured and her hands clutching the sides of the chair. When I reached the back of her knee again she moaned lightly and dropped her head backwards, bringing her fingers back to her sopping hole. Her hips began to role against her hand as her fingers entered her. I sucked and nipped on her inner thighs as she began to pump faster into herself, the sounds echoing in my ears. 




For Erin



Her eyes were glazed and glued to me by the time my tongue caressed the skin above the band of her stockings. Her leg was crooked around my neck and her heel pulled me closer to her. I watched Mistress' eyes as they rolled back into her head, my tongue searching her thigh and her fingers ramming hard into her pussy. Her hips lifted off the chair as she climaxed and the chair wobbled as her body shuddered and quaked in ecstasy. Her left thigh and stomach were rigid and taught as my Mistress viciously worked her cunt to ride out her orgasm, groaning loudly in pleasure. When her hips came down, they landed on the edge of the chair. 

Her body was still wracked with spasms when I lunged forward, not caring about the consequences, and buried my face in her cum soaked pussy. My lips closed around her hole and I sucked hard, pulling the juices from her pulsating core. I gulped them down and cleaned my Mistress with my tongue. I moved up and down her swollen slit collecting every drop of nectar she had given. Each time my tongue grazed her sensitized clit she would flinch and squeak. I relished her whimper as I sealed my mouth around her glowing clit and sucked the nub into my mouth. I hungrily nursed on the tiny pearl as Mistress clutched a handful of my hair and squeezed it painfully into her fist. She wasn't trying to pull me away so I continued to flick over her clit. I lowered my searching tongue to her entrance and teased but a moment before plunging inside my Mistress. My tongue flicked and twisted in her depths as her whimpering grew to a growl. I needed more. I returned to her protruding pearl and flicked as fast as I could before lodging my upper lip against her pussy and pulling her skin back, exposing more of the shimmering clit and I sucked on it until her hips lifted from the chair again. She bucked aggressively against my face and my eyes watered at the sharp impact to my nose. She screamed with pleasure and forcefully held my head to her. Her leg collapsed and she landed harshly on the chair beneath her, still jerking and shivering with aftershocks. 

She took deep breaths and maintained her grip on my head. My tongue teased around her opening, smothering itself in the celestial essence of my Mistress and slurping up the cum still seeping from within her. 

"Aaahhh." I exclaimed as my head was suddenly yanked backwards. Mistress sat up straight, pushing me with her. Her hand still clinging to my hair, the other one came down hard against my cheek. 

"Did I say you could lick me?" She fiercely asked, her free hand now clamping around my throat, "Did I?" She asked again, yanking on my hair and holding her face barely an inch away from me. 

"N... No." I stuttered out while gasping for breath. Mistress stood from her chair and moved quickly behind me. She released me from the ring in the floor and grabbed me by the hair again. 

"Get up." She ordered as she yanked my hair upwards. I rose to my feet and staggered as she pulled me towards the bench near the back wall. She shoved me against the bench and pushed my body forward until I was bent over, my forehead on the bench. She removed the chain that held my hands together and flung them to the sides of my body. "Get up there and lie down on your back." 

While I crawled to the middle of the bench, she made the few steps to the back wall and retrieved another set of cuffs. When she turned in my direction, I lay down and kept as still as I could. She walked towards me and tossed the cuffs on the bench near my legs. She walked to the top of the bench and leaned towards the ground. 

"Hands." She commanded and I extended them to her. She attached the chains that were fixed to the bottom of the bench to my wrists and pulled my arms above my head so that my forearms were hanging off the edge of the bench and then adjusted the chains to hold me there. She moved to the bottom end and picked up the cuffs. She folded them around my ankles and fastened the stronger straps tightly. Mistress moved to my right side and moved my right leg outwards until my knee was just off the side and my foot was hanging. She then chained my foot to the nearest hook and secured it in place. Moving to the left, she repeated the action on my left leg. She walked to the wall and I used the opportunity to test my restraints, I pulled and struggled against them to find very little give. My heart began to pound with anxiety and excitement. 

I watched Mistress approach, dangling the flogger in front of her as she circled my vulnerable form. My toes curled with anticipation. 

Smack! 

The first blow landed square across my stomach and I jolted in pain. 

"You know I feel about disobedience, don't you?" She asked, her tone frighteningly indifferent. 

"Yes Mistress." 

"And yet you still touched me without permission." 

Smack! The second strike landed over my exposed left breast and I shrieked as my skin burned. 

"I'm sorry Mistress." 

Smack! The flogger bit my right breast under Mistress' command. 

"You will be." The conviction in her deep voice sent chills through every cell in my body. "You will not lick without permission." 

Smack! 

"Say it!" She ordered, stepping towards my dangling legs. 

"I will not lick without permission." I said, my voice shaky and breathing heavy. 

Smack! She struck my right thigh and my leg thrashed against the chain. 

"Again." She commanded. 

"I will not lick without permission." I repeated. 

Smack! 

"I can't hear you." She announced as she moved to my left side. 

"I will not lick without permission!" I offered a little louder. 

Smack! Smack! Two blows to my left thigh and I whimpered in pain, my pussy beginning to leak again. 

"What won't you do?" Mistress flatly asked. 

"I will not lick without permission." My voice trembled. 

Smack! Mistress delivered a swat over my navel and my body jerked against the chains, trying to curl and protect itself. I whined as the pain spread across my belly like fire. My pussy throbbed more with each swat delivered by my Mistress' strict hand . 

"I don't hear you telling me what you're learning." She sang. Smack! 

"I will not lick without permission!" I cried as my skin burned. 

Smack! Smack! Two strikes across my breasts and I shrieked loudly. 

"I will not lick without permission." I sobbed. 

"Hmm," Mistress hummed as her cool fingertips soothed my aching breasts, "You know, I forgot how much you enjoy being flogged." She feigned sincerity. "I can't really use this to discipline you, can I?" She set the flogger down at my side and massaged my flushed breasts. She leaned toward the floor and picked something up. Straightening herself, she produced a burning red candle. My eyes shot open and I flailed and tugged against my bonds. "I guess I'll have to use this instead." She deviously giggled at my frantic display. 

She began to circle me again, my breaths were rapid gasps and my eyes followed her every move. 

"I wish I had thought of this before I made your skin so..." she raked her nails across my torso and I cried and writhed under her touch, "... sensitive with the flogger." Her words were dripping with cruel sarcasm. She held the candle above me and tilted it, the liquid wax teetering on the rim. She moved the candle up and down without dropping the wax. She laughed. 

"Remind what you're learning again." She teased me. 

"I will not lick without permission." My body twitched and squirmed as I watched the wax threaten to pour out over me. 

"Oh that's right." She said as her hand turned upside down and all the wax in the candle splashed over my sternum and ran down my stomach and between my breasts. I screamed and yelped as the heat scorched across me, flowing over each new curve created by my writhing body. Mistress chuckled and began to squeeze her breasts as she watched the red liquid stream across me and slow to a solid splash pattern. My body still jerked and shuddered as the heat began to dissipate. I gasped and sobbed and Mistress reached out and ran her fingers over the smooth lines of wax. "What was that lesson?" 

"I wi... will not lick... with... without permission." I stammered as my blood raced through my body. I felt as though I had been submerged in the wax. 

"You will not what?" She reiterated as another stream of hot wax poured over my left thigh. 

"I will not lick without permission!" I yelled as I struggled to control the violent contractions of my muscles. The liquid stung my inner thighs as it rolled over the contours of my legs, the sting prolonged by the pulling of my skin with each uncontrolled movement. 

"Say it again." She commanded. 

"I will not li... Aaaaaaaarrrrhhhh!" I screeched as she dropped wax over my right thigh. "I will not lick without permission!" I bawled as my body convulsed again. "Aaaaaaaarrrrhhhh!" I screamed again as Mistress' hand slapped my freshly wax-coated thigh. 

"Mmm... I think you're getting it now." She sucked through her teeth and slid her hands over my electrified legs, each touch sparking into my soaking pussy. Mistress walked to my head and ran her hand over my sweat drenched forehead. She placed the candle by the ribs on my left side and I could feel the heat radiating from the flame. I tried to slow my breathing as she soothed and caressed my face. 

Mistress lowered her face to mine and my heart skipped several beats. With her head upside down to mine she lingered above my lips and her fingers gently stroked my cheeks and neck. She flicked my bottom lip with her tongue, making my mouth open of its own accord and my breath catch in my throat. She exhaled deeply into my mouth and closed her lips against mine. My body melded to the hard surface of the bench and I immersed myself in the will of my Mistress' full lips. Her tongue explored my mouth and slithered around my own. I moaned into her mouth as her hands moved down my chest to massage my breasts and I quaked with lust. When she pulled away to break the kiss my head shot upwards trying to hold on to her. 

"Let's see how much you've learned." She teased and slid a finger into my mouth. I sucked on it softly as Mistress lifted her knee and rested it beside my right arm, she pulled herself onto the bench and her other knee fell beside my left arm. I whimpered as she lowered her pussy to me, stopping so close that pursing my lips would make me touch her. I squeezed my eyes closed and clutched at the chains that held my wrists. Resistance was the ultimate torture. Her scent filled my nose so much that I could taste her. Her fingernails scratched down the sides of my ribs and I panted hard against her sacred delicacy. I was given an extra inch of room when Mistress hunched forward and traced her tongue along the wax between my breasts. My back arched against her mouth and I was grateful for the added room. 

Her tongue travelled the length of my stomach and paused to tease the skin above my underwear. I despaired at not being able to lift my hips to her. Mistress reached forward and dragged her nails harshly up my thigh, pulling lines of the cooled wax with them. I kicked and struggled against the chains on my ankles. I growled into my Mistress when her fingers slipped beneath my underwear and firmly pressed against my licentious pussy lips. 

"God, you're so wet! You filthy little slut." She said while sliding her fingers back and forth between my sodden folds. "What have you learned?" 

"I will not lick without permission." My voice was a weak whisper as my Mistress toyed with my already sensitive clit. "Aaaaaaaarrrrhhhh!" I yelled in agony as Mistress poured another small puddle of molten wax over my stomach. 

"Is that all you've learned today?" She asked as my body writhed, overloaded with the contrast between the burning wax and Mistress' fingers thrumming my pleasure button. 

"I will not be late." I sobbed in hopeless need. 

"Good girl." She rewarded as she sat up and slowly pulled her fingers from my aching slit. "Lick my pussy baby." She ordered as she adjusted the position of her knees, lowering her alter completely to my eager mouth. I immediately latched on to my Mistress' swollen pussy lips, pulling them into my mouth and sucking her juices from them. She placed her hands on my ribs to steady herself as she rocked her hips against my face. I held my tongue still as she moved back and forth on me, my tongue just dipping inside her with each forward stroke. 

When she stopped moving her hips I sucked and swiftly tongued her clit. Mistress moaned her approval and slid her hand back inside my panties. She slowly but firmly rubbed around my clit as my tongue forced its way into her depths, making her spread her legs wider and push harder down onto me. I twisted and curled my tongue inside her, exploring the expanse of her core within reach and her nectar spilled out over my tongue. My mouth watered and I pulled at the restraints, needing to be deeper inside her. She began to ride my face again, pulling my tongue from her to glide over her again protruding nub. She sat upright and rolled harshly against me, crushing my mouth with her desire. 

A muffled yelp sounded into Mistress' pussy as a single drop of hot wax landed on my left breast. A second drop landed closer to my nipple and I sucked fiercely on her clit to stifle my cries. She continued to slowly drip the wax around both my breasts, my heart racing faster with each blazing dot that struck my skin. The more I shrieked and squealed, the more nectar Mistress gave me, leaking from her sweet cunt directly down my throat. I tried my best to keep from thrashing about and focused on licking and sucking the breathtaking pussy above me. My scream vibrated against her as she poured a stream of the wax directly onto my right nipple. My legs kicked and my body shook, spreading the wax over my tingling nipple faster. 

"Ooh god yes." Mistress hummed as the wax cooled over my throbbing nipple. I sucked hard on her clit and shook my head from side to hide, desperately hoping to distract her from what I knew she was thinking. My hope crumbled and my body shuddered violently as wax was poured over my left nipple. I screamed louder into Mistress and she squealed with satisfaction. My pussy ached and my heartbeat pounded in my nipples as the wax cooled. She put the candle back neck to my ribs and I fought to catch my breath as my tongue drew small stiff circles around her pearl. In an instant I was rendered breathless again when Mistress began to lightly flick my wax-coated nipples and I whined furiously against her. I impulsively pulled her clit between my teeth and gently bit it. She yelled in shock and pain and flexed her thighs, pulling her away from my mouth. 

"You cheeky little bitch!" She scowled. She groaned deeply and painfully squeezed my breasts. I screeched as my body burned with the combination of Mistress' harsh hands and the wax being ripped from my sensitized skin. She continued to squeeze and massage my breasts in every direction, peeling the wax from more than just my breasts. I wailed and thrashed at her touch and she smothered me with her cunt, rubbing against my face until my moans ceased. 

Mistress remained bucking aggressively against my face and shoved her hand inside my underwear, vigorously rubbing my clit. Her moans pierced the air and I knew she was close. I closed my lips around her pussy and sucked as forcefully as I could, flicking across her clit faster than I thought was possible. I battled to hold back my orgasm and groaned repeatedly to control myself. Mistress' moans turned into a series of gasps and screams as I slowly rolled my head from side to side, still sucking unmercifully on her cunt. Her body began to tense and move less. I fought to keep my pace. 

I felt her ruthlessly yank my panties to the side and spread my pussy open. I was determined to beat her at her own game and tried to match her ruthlessness by sucking even harder on her pussy. She gave a prolonged moan and her legs began to shake beside me. The game was decided the moment I felt three drops of burning wax hit the hood of my clit. My mind went white and my body felt like it expanded beyond the stars. My ears rang, whether caused from the intensity of the sensations crashing through me or the violent assault of my own screams I can't be sure. My body contracted so severely it ached. The pain of the wax intensified and prolonged my phenomenal climax. 

The screams of my bliss vibrated through my lips and tongue into my Mistress' cunt and sent her tumbling barely a second after me. She quaked and sobbed in delight, each thrash of my writhing body seeming to hold her in her high. My mouth flooded with her cum and I choked and coughed as it poured down my throat and Mistress rolled her hips against my mouth. Her hands were clamped over my hip bones and her nails bore into my skin as she rode out her orgasm over my destroyed form. As she came down, she collapsed onto me, her head on my thigh and her dripping core just below my chin. 

We panted and gasped for air as our bodies wracked with aftershocks against one another. My joints ached from being wrenched during my orgasm but Mistress' weight atop me soon distracted me. I let myself drown in the feeling of her skin moving against mine as she breathed, her scent and flavour smothered my nose and mouth. 

Mistress began to weakly lift herself from me, pausing on her hands and knees to regain composure. I watched her divine body float above my face as she inched herself backwards and off the bench. She slowly climbed down and took a minute to stretch out her limbs, I watched enviously. She looked into my eyes, seemingly depleted, and smiled softly at me. She leaned over me again and passionately pushed her lips to mine. Her hands held my cheeks as her tongue gathered the remaining traces of her essence from my mouth. I was breathless once again. Her kiss was now soft and deep, tongue caressing mine and lips locked around my own. Her fingers travelled again to my hair to this time soothingly play in its length and I wished to drown in the feeling of Mistress' full lips so passionately consuming me. 

"There's my good girl." She whispered into my mouth and tenderly locked my lower lip between hers.



For Eternity



Slowly, I came down to earth. Adam stood up, and walked slowly round untying my bonds. I lay still, exhausted. I felt weakened. I licked my lips, which were dry, and felt the long teeth that I thought Adam had removed. Had I imagined it all? He raised my head and shoulders and brought a glass to my lips. I drank deeply from the huge glass of red wine, which he held for me. I sat up, and he held me tightly to him. My head swam a little, but I felt good. Like I had, had a new lease of life. I felt fresh and clean; and held in his arms, somewhat childlike. With ease he picked me up in his arms and walked through to another room where an enormous open fire was already roaring. Heavy velvet drapes covered the windows. More candles burned here and there. I was still naked, but I was flushed with warmth. He sat down in a high backed leather armchair, and rested me in his lap. We stayed like that for a long time. How long? I don’t know. Maybe hours? Maybe days? I realized then that time meant nothing anymore.

Later, still cradled in his lap, the firelight bathing my body in a mellow glow. We talked. Without words. “How old are you? I tried to work it out at the party, but I couldn’t”. “I’m 321 years old” he replied. “And I’ve waited until now to find my true love.” He told me how he had always loved me, even before he found me. “When you were 16 I first saw you, and since then I’ve waited for you to be ready. Watching you. Every Halloween, at your funny parties I came to see if you were ready for me.” 

“I never thought I would find someone like you,” I told him. “All those Halloween tricks we tried to find out who our true love would be. How silly we were. I almost thought I would see someone in the mirror tonight, too much alcohol I think.” He laughed out loud, “You silly girl, since you were 16 years old, I’ve been there every time you tried to find me!” I looked up, what did he mean? “Look”, he pointed, “In the mirror above the fire.” We both stood, I as I had before in Sara’s hallway, and he slightly to my left. I looked. I could just about see myself, although there seemed to be a transparency to my reflection, like gossamer. Behind me, there was nothing. “Didn’t you know Kara? Vampires have no reflection.” 

I understood. I smiled, and saw the glint of white teeth in the corners of my mouth. Beautiful! My skin seemed smoother than ever, like porcelain, and bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, there was not a line or a mark on my face. “We will be together forever you know Kara, nothing can part us now, death has no meaning for us. You will always be this beautiful”. I turned to him, and rested my head against his chest, my fingers touched the small puncture holes in the side of my neck, which were already healing, and I knew, that this was all I wanted, eternity with Adam. I twisted my face to the mirror again; this time there was nothing there, just the flickering light of the candles burning away.



For Every Action



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Let me warn the reader that this story contains violence and acts of revenge; if you do not like such stories, please go read something else. The author wishes to express his gratitude to the very lovely and gracious Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.

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Sean Harper was nervous as he pulled his car into the driveway of the home where Rita Murray lived with her parents. The house was dark and quiet, since her parents were out of town on a long weekend visit to relatives.

Rita, on the other hand, sat so close to Sean that if he had not put his arm around her shoulders there would have been no room for it anywhere. Sean had taken her to a restaurant with more ambience than flavor, although both of them had enjoyed the meal, paying more attention to each other than to the food.

Sean had selected a romantic movie for their evening's entertainment. They sat in the back row of the sparsely occupied theatre and held hands as the previews rolled. Then as the movie got started, Rita moved closer to Sean and cuddled under his arm, holding the hand of the arm draped over her shoulder while her fingers lightly rubbed the contours of his digits.

The entire plot of the movie was emotional, with the long time lovers being separated because of family problems, pining for each other and finally being reunited in a very emotional scene. Rita had let Sean pull her face to his for deep kisses several times through the various scenes, always giving him a long deep taste of her mouth and a swabbing with her tongue.

Until this point in their short dating lives, they had not gotten past the kissing and heavy petting stage. Rita did not believe in having sex casually; she wanted to believe that she really felt something for a guy before she would let him do more than an occasional touch. Tonight, however, Sean felt he had reason to be hopeful. Several times, during the more emotional scenes, Rita had snuggled closer to him and brushed her hand over his crotch. At the end, as the main characters were finally together again, she had grasp his hard cock through the cloth of his pants and held him tightly, jerking him up and down several times in an unmistakable motion.

Now, pulling into the driveway and around to the rear entrance garage, he had hopes that Rita would take him to her bed tonight. Even as they drove from the theatre to her house, she had repeatedly stroked his cock, keeping it rock hard and throbbing to be inside of her. She had not said much but she had looked up at him lovingly several times, enough to get his hopes up.

Parking the car in front of the garage doors, he hurried around to the passenger side to help Rita out. He stayed right by her side as they approached the back door and he watched her unlock the door and followed her inside.

Rita's scream had just begun to register on Sean's brain when the lights that had just come on in the back entrance went out with a flash of stars and the crash of something into the back of his head.

Sean's next conscious thought was that there were a herd of wild horses stampeding in his head, causing a tremendous throbbing pain between his eyes. When he tried to open them, the bright light caused even more pain. He opened them just a bare slit, trying to get his bearings. He finally realized that he was laying on the floor, on his side. The carpet was that of the family room. His legs were bent out in front of him with something that looked like a belt tied around his ankles. His arms were pulled tightly behind him and also tied. He struggled to pull them free but his bindings only dug into the skin of his wrists.

There were men in the room - the number he could not determine - but they had shoved the furniture around, leaving a wide open space in the middle of the room. He recognized Rita's voice as she cried, begging the men to leave them alone. When he was, at last, able to open his eyes enough to find her, he was shocked to see her lying on the floor naked. Her clothes seemed to be in shreds and were strewn over the furniture.

The men - he was able to spot three - were in the process of removing their clothes. They all wore rough work clothes and heavy steel-toed boots. As shirts and overalls and then underwear were discarded, their intention became all too clear. All of them were hard and they were bragging about how they were "going to fuck the bitch."

Sean struggled to sit up but couldn't make it. When one of the men dropped to his knees and roughly yanked Rita's legs apart, Sean yelled, "Leave her alone! If you touch her, I swear I'll kill you!"

All three of the men laughed at Sean and the two still standing both came over and kicked at him repeatedly. Their heavy boots connected with his stomach, knocking the breath out of him, rained blows on his legs and ribs, and twice grazed his chin. Sean struggled to pull air into his lungs and had no strength to resist when one of them brought a dirty old rag and stuffed into his mouth. As hard as he tried to spit it out, he couldn't eject it from his mouth.

The big bald man between Rita's legs pointed his cock at her opening and pushed into her. Rita screamed in pain, obviously too dry to provide easy entry. But it didn't matter to the clod that was holding her legs high and wide. When she began to beat on his chest with her hands, a smaller blonde man grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, laughing raucously at her feeble attempts.

"Aw, man, this bitch is tight!" the big man proclaimed, plowing her pussy unmercifully.

"Yeah, come on. Fuck her, man. I want my turn," declared the third guy, a sizeable redhead. His cock appeared to be even bigger than the one who had gone first.

"Hey, Snake," muttered the bald man, now banging poor Rita as hard as he could. "Make her suck your cock."

The blond guided his pole to Rita's lips. She jerked her head away but the blond pinched her right tit extremely hard, causing her to cry out in pain. 

"Now, bitch! Suck my cock. And if you bite me, I'll kill both you and your wimpy boyfriend over there. Do it."

Reluctantly Rita opened her lips and took his cock into her mouth. He started to fuck her mouth as if it was a vagina, causing her to gag but he didn't give her time to recoup before he was stroking again. She managed to suppress her reflex and kept her lips around the intruder, bringing groans from all three of the men.

Baldy groaned and jammed his cock deep into Rita's pussy. Sean knew that he was emptying his balls into his girlfriend's insides, taking what might have been his that night, although if he had gotten it, he knew it would have been more loving. Sean knew that some men liked to watch their women being taken by other men but this was not erotic, not hot; it turned him off, knowing that this was not what Rita wanted either.

As soon as Baldy pulled out of Rita's now sloppy pussy, Red took his place, jamming his cock into her all the way to the root with his first thrust. Rita groaned in pain again but Blondie kept thrusting his cock into her mouth, leaving her little option. A couple of minutes later, both men came, splashing more cum into her pussy and shooting a load down her throat, which she had no option but to swallow. At least they were all finally finished.

She wished. Baldy grabbed Rita's legs and twisted, turning her over onto her stomach. Then he spread her legs again and pulled her butt cheeks wide apart, examining her puckered anus.

"Yeah, man, do it!" Blondie encouraged.

Baldy stuck three fingers into Rita's pussy and extracted a glob of cum. Smearing it on her tiny opening and the head of his cock, he put the two together and pushed, jamming most of his length into her as she yelled in extreme pain. It didn't bother Baldy. He let go of her buttocks and grabbed a handful of her long hair in each hand, yanking back until her head was stretched as far backward as it would go. Extracting most of his cock from her bowels, he rammed forward again twice, until the root of his tube was pressed against her anal sphincter, Rita's repeated screams going ignored.

"Gawd, this fucking bitch is tight, man! You wouldn't believe how tight this little ass is!" Baldy proclaimed.

Then, grabbing her hips again, he suddenly rolled them over until he was lying on his back and Rita lay on his chest, his cock still buried in her anus. 

Again he grabbed her hair and yanked, pulling her head back, her open mouth screaming her outrage.

"Hey, Red," Baldy called. "Put your cock in this bitch's mouth and keep her quiet, huh?"

Red came around the united couple and crammed as much of his cock into Rita's mouth as he could. Blondie, spotting an opening, spread Baldy's and Rita's legs and plunged his cock into her pussy. For what seemed like an eternity, all three of Rita's openings were ravished by uninvited intruders. One by one, the men shot their loads into Rita, forcing her to take whatever they produced.

After they had recovered, Baldy said "Okay, change in plans. Snake, you stay here for now and make sure the bitch doesn't do anything stupid. Red, go move the van around to the back of the house and then come help me."

Red disappeared out the back door, coming back in a few minutes to find Baldy. While they carried TVs, VCRs, and other electronics out the back, Blondie held onto Rita, roughly squeezing her tits and finger-fucking her pussy. When he got hard again, he rammed his cock into her anus and fucked her hard.

When the others decided that they had gotten everything they wanted, red and Baldy met back in the family room and again fucked Rita, red in her ass and Baldy in her pussy. Her protests were silenced with a rough hand over her mouth. When the three men walked out the door and drove away, Rita was barely conscious on the floor a few feet from Sean.

It took nearly twenty minutes for Rita to regain her senses enough to see that Sean needed her help. She laboriously crawled over to Sean and untied the belt around his legs, then began tugging at the rope holding his wrists. His efforts to free himself had caused his wrists to bleed, making the tight rope slick and difficult to work on. It took her several minutes to work the knot free and pull off the rope.

Sean tried to stand but found that he could not put any weight on his left leg, plus he had a stabbing pain in his left side. He wound up crawling over to the end table where a phone sat. He called 911 and struggled to get out a short version of the rape and burglary.

A few minutes later, the house was swarming with police and EMTs. Sean and Rita managed to tell their story, although neither of them was completely coherent. Both were rushed to the nearest hospital for treatment. Rita had multiple bruises all over her body, as well as tearing in both her anal and vaginal flesh. Sean had a broken left leg, three broken ribs and bruising all over his body as well as the cuts on his wrists and a swollen black eye.

Because of the lateness of the events, both Rita and Sean were held over in the hospital overnight. A hospital aide contacted Rita's parents and explained as best she could the events that had befallen their daughter. They immediately headed back home and arrived at the hospital by seven-thirty the next morning to care for their daughter and take her home. Sean, left behind, allowed himself to be wheeled to the exit where a taxi waited for him to take him back to his apartment.

Unable to work for a few weeks at orders of his doctor, Sean spent most of his time alone, reliving the nightmare of what should have been one of their best times together. Instead it had been ripped asunder and their lives left in pieces. He and Rita talked several times on the phone but he could tell that she was not comfortable talking with him any longer. Their conversations lagged and died after just a few minutes and they said their goodbyes. 

He wondered if Rita blamed him for what had happened, like he blamed himself for not being able to protect her. His heart ached with remorse for something he could not quite pinpoint. No matter how he pondered the events, he could not see how he could have changed the outcome. Should he have spotted the intruders' van on the street somewhere? Should he have known somehow that they were in the house? Was there something he could have done to get free? The questions tore him up, keeping his stomach so upset that several times he just made it to the bathroom before he threw up.

When he was able, Sean hired a taxi to take him to the Murray's house so he could see Rita and also retrieve his car. Rita came down to the living room to talk with him but ten minutes later, she ran up the steps crying uncontrollably. Sadly Sean hobbled around to his car and drove slowly home.

Returning to work the following Monday helped take Sean's mind off the problem, at least until he got home in the evening and then the issues around the gang rape settled on Sean like a black shroud. He could think of little else until he went to bed and, even then, he had problems falling asleep.

He called Rita on Wednesday night to talk with her a bit and ask her to go to dinner with him on Friday night. He was pleasantly surprised when she accepted hesitantly. The rest of Sean's week went a little better.

On Friday night, Sean walked Rita to his car and drove to a quaint little Italian restaurant, one they had enjoyed before. Although the conversation between them was a little stilted, they were midway through their entrees when Rita began to cry. At first it was just a few tears rolling silently down her face but then it turned into an uncontrollable flood. Signaling to the waiter, Sean stuffed enough bills into his hand to take care of the bill and tip and, putting his arm around Rita's waist, guided her to his car.

He drove to the Murray's home, helped Rita from the car, and explained to Mrs. Murray what had happened. She took charge of Rita and led her up to her room while Mr. Murray tried to console a disconsolate Sean.

Several times as the weeks went by, Sean checked with the detectives in charge of investigating the case. Each time they had nothing new to report. They had few leads to the identities of the rapists and Sean got the feeling that there was little hope that they would be found. Even if they were found, there was even less hope that they would be made to pay a penalty commiserate with the pain and agony they had caused.

With his ribs healed enough that he seldom had problems with his breathing any longer and his legs healed enough to discard the crutches, Sean resumed most of his normal duties at work with his architectural employer. Most of his work was drafting certain detail functions as directed by the chief architect of whichever project he was assigned. As each project progressed, he was required to visit the site and insure that the plans were being followed. Out of curiosity, Sean also followed, from a distance, the progress of projects designed by other architectural firms, picking up ideas that might be useful to himself as well as noting places where he thought their own techniques were superior to their rival's.

It was on one of those observation trips that Sean received the second greatest shock of his life. He recognized one of the concrete finishers working on pouring the support columns on the lower floors of what would be a skyscraper. At first he thought he was mistaken so the following day, he put his 10*50 power binoculars in his car and made an excuse to take an early afternoon trip by the site again. This time there was no doubt that he had located Baldy. With patience, he located Blondie and finally Red. They were all part of the concrete crew.

Sean backed away from the site and drove back to his office, lost deep in thought. He should go to the police ... but if he did, what price would the men pay? He didn't like the odds.

Over the next few days, a plan began to form in Sean's mind. It wasn't pretty, and he knew he would forever pay a different price for it but ... well, he decided that it was what really needed to happen.

On Saturday, he called an old high school acquaintance, one who had a little less than exemplary reputation. He asked for a meeting, suggesting that he buy the old friend dinner. They met that evening at a small out-of-the-way restaurant and conducted their conversation, concluded when Sean passed a manila envelope to Carl under the table. They arranged to meet at the same time and place in one week.

The following week, Sean played detective every evening after he finished work. He would drive to the project where the rapists were working and park inconspicuously among the workers vehicles. Every day the three men would pile into one vehicle, although it changed from day to day, indicating that they carpooled to work. They drove out to one of the old state highways, on the outskirts of town, and stopped at one of two rundown old motels. Red stayed at one of the old all-ground-floor units with carports that connected the units. The other two occupied separate fake log cabin units just a few hundred feet down the road. They always cleaned up a little and then met at a bar between the two motels. They didn't return to their rooms until well after dark.

Every few days, Sean called Rita to see how she was doing. Every conversation was almost identical. They exchanged pleasantries, talked about Sean's work (Rita still had not returned to her own job, having been placed on medical leave-of-absence) and about then the conversation broke down. Rita began to get emotional and her hovering mother ended up telling Sean that Rita needed to rest again. Each time he hung up, Sean felt like crying for what had been stolen from his girlfriend - not the physical items taken from the house, but her self-esteem, confidence, and bubbly personality.

On Friday night, Sean again met his friend at the little restaurant. They ate a casual meal, passing the time with desultory conversation. They each had a desert of Italian ice following the meal and Sean paid the bill. They walked out to their cars, where the friend passed a long slim package to Sean to stow in his trunk. They parted then, each driving in different directions.

At home, Sean removed the package from his trunk and, under cover of darkness, took it inside. Placing the package on his kitchen table, he removed a rifle from the cloth bag and checked it over. With his Army training in the not so distant past, he knew enough about the rifle to verify that it was a working piece. 

Having done some internet research, he knew that he could create a sound absorbing device, a sort of homemade silencer, for the gun. It would not totally kill the sound of a shot but it would keep it down to a whisper. It would take some work to wrap the rifle in the material but he was not in a hurry; his quarry was not leaving the area for a while, he felt certain.

During his reconnoitering visits to the area of the motels, Sean discovered that there was a small river meandering along behind the industrial waste and closed businesses on the other side of the road. There were scrub trees and undergrowth all along the banks along with tall grass, common for areas where the owners saw no advantage to keeping the place neat. One evening he parked his car, among other cars at a neighborhood bar, nearly two miles upstream from the motels. He worked his way over to the river and hiked through the growth and trash until he stopped in a place across the road from and about equidistant from both motels. After examining the area from all directions for better than an hour, his plan was settled. He hiked back to his car, being careful to disturb the environment along the way just as little as possible.




For Every Action



For the next two weeks, Sean kept tabs on the three rapists while continuing to work on his plans. Then on Friday, he asked one of the architect partners if he could borrow his yacht on Saturday for a day on the lake, since the architect and his wife were going out of town to visit their daughter. The yacht, a modest 32-footer, was moored on the lake just northwest of the city, at the dock serving their not-so-modest get-away cabin. The architect very graciously handed Sean the key and gave him instructions on fueling the boat but cautioned him to obey the marine laws. Sean assured him that he would and would have the yacht back at the dock before sundown Saturday.

By the time Sean had put in his time and he had cleared his desk for the day, he had become nervous, his stomach roiling in anticipation. Still he appeared calm on the outside, telling all the people from the office that he hoped they had a good weekend. His inclination was to run to his car and drive home as fast as he could. Instead he forced himself to walk normally and drive slowly in the rush hour traffic. Time was not a critical factor - yet.

Not in the mood to cook, Sean fixed himself a cold sandwich and ate slowly, washing it down with a cold soft drink. There was no room for error at this point and he couldn't take a chance on being impaired, even by a can of beer or glass of wine. After he had eaten, he wandered to his bedroom where he changed clothes and shoes. Everything he put on was a dark color and he wore nothing metal that was visible, even changing his belt for one with a cloth-covered buckle.

By 8:30 with still more than an hour of daylight forecast, he carried a long bag out to the car, climbed in and drove toward the motel area, being careful to obey all traffic laws. Sean had no interest in drawing attention to himself by doing something foolish. He pulled into the parking lot of the upstream bar as dusk was beginning to make seeing things somewhat fuzzy. He parked as far from the building as he could without being the last car in the lot.

Checking to make sure no one was coming or going at the moment, he got out of the car and quickly extracted the long bag. When a car pulled into the driveway nearest the bar entrance, Sean dropped down below the roof line of the row of vehicles until the car had parked and its occupants had walked into the bar, talking to themselves and not even looking in his direction.

With no other traffic in sight, Sean hurried across the two-lane highway and into the undergrowth by the meandering river. Careful not to get too close to the bank or to step into the few scattered mud puddles along the way, he hiked the two miles back to his chosen spot across from the two motels. Sean pulled a pair of surgical rubber gloves on his hands. Pulling his muffled rifle from the bag, he extracted a magazine containing the already loaded ammunition from the bag and carefully seated it in the rifle.

Squatting on a couple of discarded planks to keep from trampling down the grasses, he settled down to wait. He felt sure the three men were inside the bar between the two motels. From his observations, they never missed a night to visit the watering hole. Sean watched several people enter the bar and a smattering of customers left, some walking to houses up the hill behind the bar or to the old motels, others driving away in old cars or pickup trucks.

It was just a few minutes before midnight when the heavy door opened and the three men came wandering out, laughing uproariously at something Sean could not hear. Red turned to Sean's right, waving at the other two as they headed in the opposite direction.

Sean lifted the rifle and settled into a comfortable position, one where he could support himself against the recoil. He had to wait several minutes since Red was not exactly steady as he walked. However when he stopped in front of the door to his unit and fumbled for his key, Sean eased the rifle down, sighting through the scope until the red dot was on his target and then he slowly squeezed the trigger.

The sound was more of a 'whoosh' than a bang and the recoil caused the tip of the rifle to jerk upward slightly. However, Sean saw Red drop instantly to the ground. Without hesitation, he turned in the other direction.

Apparently neither Baldy nor Blondie had heard anything as they were still walking toward their units. Baldy stopped at the door to his cabin first, said something to Blondie and they talked for another minute before Blondie walked on. Baldy turned to his door and stuck the key into the lock just as Sean pulled the trigger for the second time. He watched Baldy drop to the ground - just like he was shot. Sean pivoted enough to watch Blondie as he stepped up to the door of his cabin. With his hand on the doorknob, Sean squeezed the trigger a third time and watched the man sink to the concrete of the tiny porch.

Unhurriedly, Sean extracted the magazine from the rifle and slipped the rifle and magazine into the cloth bag. He pulled a little makeshift net bag from the rifle and checked to insure that it contained all three shell casings before putting it in the long bag and zipping it up. Looking around to make sure he left nothing behind, Sean walked back the two miles, crossed the road, stowed the bag in the trunk of his car, and drove home.

Once he arrived, he checked to make sure there were not watchers before he opened the trunk and removed the bag, holding it upright tightly against his form to disguise its shape, and carried it inside. Putting the bag on the kitchen table, he grabbed a cold soft drink and sat down, pulling up his tool box already sitting on the table, and quickly broke the rifle down to its smallest component parts. Putting a couple of large rocks in the cloth bag, he rolled it up and secured it with rubber bands. Then everything associated with his evening's work went into a small sports bag and was covered by his swim trunks and a couple of bath towels. Leaving it on the table, Sean retired to bed and some well-deserved sleep.

Sean slept like a log that night, waking late in the morning feeling better than he had in a long time. He showered, dressed in shorts and T-shirt, ate a leisurely breakfast, and walked to his car, carrying the little sports bag. Heading for the nearest interstate ramp, he set course for the lake and, 85 minutes later, pulled alongside the so-called cabin.

Carrying the sports bag, he walked down to the dock and boarded the gleaming white boat. Having been on a short cruise with the owner and other members of the office staff last summer, he had been given a short course in operation of the beautiful craft. 

The big twin diesel engines cranked on the first attempt, quickly settling into a throaty roar. Loosing the mooring lines, Sean backed the boat into the short channel that led to the lake itself and was soon cruising out into open water.

The lake was a relatively deep one in the middle, shaped somewhat like a giant elongated oak leaf with tributaries off to the sides every few miles, some leading to small creeks and fading quickly while others opened into large bays, often with classy marinas. However Sean was mostly interested in the main channel.

He settled into the pilot's chair with the sports bag sitting on the seat beside him. He pushed the throttle up to a respectable speed but not enough to lift the bow or to cause a very noticeable wake. He kept his eyes out for other boaters, not spotting an overabundance of them this day, although there were a few fishermen and once he saw a skier.

He was about four miles out when he reached into the bag and extracted the rifle stock. Moving to the side of the boat, he checked that again that there was no one close to him and he eased the stock over the side, letting it slide down the fiberglass side of the boat into the depths of the lake. For nearly two hours, he progressed up the main channel, dropping pieces from the bag every few miles. When he finally was left with only the sports bag itself, he turned the yacht in a lazy turn to starboard. Taking time to zigzag into many of the inlets along the way so he could admire the various lakeside residences and moored boats, he arrived back at the dock just before seven o'clock. 

Making sure he left the boat as clean as when he arrived, he took his empty sports bag to his car and drove into the nearest settlement, selecting a family restaurant for dinner. On the way in, there were newspaper vending machines. He purchased both of the local daily papers and carried them to the booth where the hostess seated him.

After ordering the evening's special and a glass of iced tea, Sean opened the first newspaper and began scanning. It wasn't until he got to the seventh page of the first section that he spotted what he wanted, a one-column article about three inches in length.

 Three Men Injured in Unusual Shooting

Metropolitan police report-ed that three men were injured last night in an un-usual shooting. The three men had been patronizing the Starlight Bar on the city's southwest side and left to walk to their motels just a short distance away. Each of them was shot in their lower body just as they approached the door to their respective units. Apparently no one heard the sound of shots, accord-ing to a police spokes-person. At this time there is no known reason for the shootings so police are speculating that it may have been a case of gang retaliation involving mis-taken identities. Doctors at County Hosp-ital have confirmed that all three of the men should re-cover, although there is speculation that there will be some residual loss of function. However the doc-tors would not elaborate on the extent of the loss. The police have located what they believe to be the location where the shooter waited but they found no clues as to the identity of the shooter. The men are all employed by an out-of-town contract-or, currently working on a downtown building project. 

Sean quickly opened the other paper and scanned for the article but, when he found it, determined that it read almost word for word the same. Refolding the papers, he put them aside and settled back to await his meal. By eleven o'clock, he was home again, in bed, and feeling no remorse.

Early Sunday afternoon, he called the Murray house and spoke to Rita's mom. He asked if he could come by for a few minutes and talk with Rita in person. Mrs. Murray was reluctant at first but decided that, if he was prepared to be disappointed, he could come by for a few minutes. Perhaps it would help her daughter out of her deep funk.

Sean arrived at three in the afternoon, bringing the papers and a bouquet of roses - deep red, Rita's favorite. She gave him a smile as she sniffed the fragrance of the flowers.

After the usual "How are you?" questions and answers, Sean said that he had something he wanted Rita to read. She was curious what it might be so he opened one of the papers to the page with the article and handed it to her, pointing out the article.

Rita read the article and looked puzzled. She reread it, wondering why Sean wanted her to read it. She looked at him quizzically.

He whispered, "One of them has red hair. Another is blond. The third is bald - shaven."

He watched a dawning appear on Rita's face.

"You mean ...?"

"Yes, sweetie. The men who raped you will never rape anyone else."

"No? Why not? It says they are still ..."

"Yes, they are alive. But for the rest of their lives, they will have to sit down to pee. And there is nothing to get hard."

Rita's eyes were as big as saucers. "Did you ...?"

He nodded, almost imperceptibly. "You must know ... if you ever - EVER - tell anyone else, I will go to prison for a long time. If that is what you want, then my life is in your hands."

Rita put her arms around Sean's neck and hugged him fiercely. "No! NO! That is not what I want. I love you, Sean. I ... I can't ... believe you did this ... for me. Sean, I love you!"

Sean's arms went around Rita and they clung to each other. "I love you, too, dear Rita. My dear sweet Rita. I would do anything for you. I love you so much."

For the first time in months, Rita's lips were on his, kissing, probing, and eager to taste him. Sean was surprised but loved her reaction and his tongue returned her action with an equal and opposite reaction. He had never dared hope that he would get such a positive reaction from her; a glimmer of hope would have made it worthwhile. This was beyond his greatest dreams.

Without breaking their hug, Rita turned and called, "Mom?"

Mrs. Murray hurried into the room in seconds, a worried look on her face. Her expression changed to puzzled when she saw her daughter and Sean hugging.

"Mom, Sean is going to come up to my room for a while to visit, okay? We'll be okay so don't worry about me, please. Sean brought me good news tonight."

Rita turned and planted another deep wet kiss on Sean's mouth, leaving her mother speechless but hopeful that her daughter was seeing "the light at the end of the tunnel." In times past, Mrs. Murray would have been astounded and embarrassed by the open display of affection between her daughter and her boyfriend. Now, however, she was encouraged and if Sean could do something to lift Rita from her depression, then some affection was quite all right with her. A fleeting thought came to mind: how would she feel if they became more intimate? Perhaps even that would be better than the depression!

Rita led Sean upstairs to her bedroom and locked the door behind him. She tugged him to the bed and sat beside him as they again hugged and kissed, parting minutes later only when they were both gasping for air. Rita stared into his eyes and then pushed him back onto the bed. Then she turned and lay on his chest, their mouths again meeting for another long kiss. This was, Sean knew, what he had been missing ever since the rape had occurred.

Rita broke their long kiss and held her head up, staring into Sean's eyes for long moments. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes and then the torrent started. She lowered her head to his shoulder and he again wrapped his arms around her and held on tightly. He felt her whole body shake with the sobs and wondered what he had done wrong and whether he should call her mother.

"Do you want me to call your mother?" he asked in a whisper.

"No, baby. I am not upset. I just can't help it. You have made me so happy. I am so sorry I've been so ... so short with you these months, baby. I just ... couldn't seem to help it."

"So ... theses are tears of joy?"

"Yes. Or maybe relief. I don't know. I just know I feel better right now than I have in a long, long time."

"Me, too, sugar."

"Sean?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know what I had planned for that night?"

"No."

"I planned to fuck your brains out."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"I'm ... sorry that didn't happen."

"Do you still ... want me?"

"More than ever, dear heart! More than ever!"

She planted another quick sweet kiss on his lips.

Quickly she sat up, pulling at the buttons on her dress. "Come on, honey. We've got to make up for lost time!"

Rita, by virtue of her superior position, was the first one naked and set about helping Sean shed his clothes. Reluctantly she moved off the bed long enough to tell him to climb onto the middle of the mattress. No sooner had he settled back than Rita threw a leg over his torso, rubbed her dripping wet pussy against his throbbing erection and guided it into her treasure.

Sean noted that she was as tight as a virgin teenager - until he realized he had never experienced a virgin teenager. However Rita was hot and horny and roughly pushed herself down on his probe until he was completely engulfed inside her hot tunnel. Squeezing her internal muscles around his veined sword, she rested on his chest, nibbling on his neck and face as she savored the big stick filling her lower region.

She was too horny to let it rest though and she sat up, supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders as she began to bang her ass up and down his shaft. Her tits were swinging back and forth uncontrollably, slapping at Sean's face as he tried in vain to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. It didn't really matter ... he was having too much fun holding onto her pretty round bottom, helping her bounce up and down on his fulcrum.

The thought crossed Sean's mind, fleetingly, that Rita's parents, both sitting downstairs in the family room were probably getting an earful of the squeaking and banging of Rita's bed as it bounced against the wall. However if she wasn't concerned, he wouldn't be either. He was finally getting his reward from his loving girlfriend and he didn't care who knew that they loved each other. The sex was just a by-product of that love.

But it certainly was a delicious by-product. Sean recognized the vacuous feeling in his balls that portended his approaching orgasm. Fortunately just before he shot his load of hot cum into Rita's grasping cunt, she reached her own peak of pleasure and began shuddering with wave after wave of gratification. After it passed, Rita slumped onto Sean's chest and let him hold her while they basked in the afterglow of their delightful coupling.

A while later, they dressed and went downstairs, where Mrs. Murray offered them a fresh mug of hot coffee. Both accepted and sat in the den with her parents, sipping the steaming drinks.

After a long thoughtful pause, Rita said, "Mother, I think it is time I see about getting back to work."

"Dear, do you think it's wise to do that so soon?"

"Yes, Mother. I think the time is right and I feel so much better."

"Okay, then, how about taking another week to see how you feel? If you still feel that way in a week, then you'll know it is time to move on."

Rita pondered her mother's suggestion then glanced at her dad to see him nodding his concurrence.

"Okay. That's probably a good idea. I'll do that."

There was another pregnant pause, before Rita vowed, "Mom and Dad, I'm not going to hide anything from you. I love Sean and I intend to spend as much time with him as we can. You might as well know ... that means that I'll be having sex with him. I'm sure you probably disapprove but ... that's the way it is going to be. I hope I'm not letting you down too much."

Mrs. Murray came over to Rita and knelt in front of her, pulling Rita into her arms. "Baby, you will never let us down. I know you love him and I understand what you're saying. We just want you to be happy, sweetheart. If Sean makes you happy, then we welcome him with open arms."

With the time growing late, Sean rose to say his goodbyes. However a simple goodbye was not sufficient - Mrs. Murray required a big hug and kiss on the cheek plus a whispered and tearful 'Thank you.' Mr. Murray rose and shook Sean's hand warmly, the strongest feeling the two men had exchanged so far.

Rita walked Sean to his car and they set up a date for the following evening. Then she gave him one last lingering kiss that left him hard again. She patted his cock and laughed, telling him that he'd have to wait until the next evening when she would take care of it again for him - and better than their first time had been.

As Sean drove home in a semi-daze, his mind flashed back to an axiom he had learned in his high school physics class: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. In their case, the rape and burglary was the action, and their revenge and subsequent rejoining was the equal and opposite reaction. Okay, so it wasn't justice according to the law. But it was justice according to Sean Harper. At least it would be justice if Rita really turned out to be the same person she had been tonight!

The end. 



For Every Crime There is a Punishment



For every crime there is a punishment. I stole a laptop from work. That wasn't my crime, my crime was getting caught. It was Friday the 15th of Jan 2009; the whole office was out for lunch. Well, the whole office except for one person, the new boss. She was sending out emails to everyone saying the same thing:

"Like to meet...friendly chat...I'll buy you coffee" 

I got the short straw 4.30 the very same Friday. The whole office used to clock off early and go for drinks on Fridays. The meeting would mean I would be late. 

I sat waiting outside her office. I could just about see her face through the window; she had pale white skin, freckles and long red hair. The expensive suit and army of wrinkles gave away her age, gave away that she was a work all-hours career woman and must probably not to be messed with. Her plump secretary who was only a few years off retirement saw me gazing at the boss through the window.

"I think she's single but about twenty years to old for you, if you wanted my opinion."

The secretary had caught me off guard and I tried to rescue the situation "Oh Sorry, I was checking that my tie was straight in the reflection."

The Secretary gave me a look as the boss opened her office door. We both switched into professional mode straight away. The secretary went first 

"Ms. Trimble this is John Gordon the junior analyst on the pricing team" 

I quickly stood up and gave my new boss a firm hand shake and said 

"Pleased to meet you Ms. Trimble." 

"John why don't you take a seat and Anna you can go home I won't need you for anything else today" she replied. 

I walked in and sat down. Ms Trimble came in behind me and closed the door before taking her seat across from me. I was going over my usual material for these types of situations in my head as Ms Trimble passed me a post-it note. It read:

`Laptop serial number akgm-83234-gtasb-6543'

I looked at the post-it note. Was that the serial number of the laptop that I had stolen?

"Now, if I type that laptop number into the tracking program it will give me its current location" she started to type.

"Bullshit" I thought to myself they can't do that. She finished typing then without looking away from the screen said 

"My computer says the stolen laptop is located at an address that looks remarkably like your home address." Then she looked straight at me "Is there something you want to confess to Mr Gordon?" 

"No" I said. Maybe I should have said more, maybe that would have made me look guilty.

"Did you notice James Jeffrey was not in work today?" she asked coolly as she tossed me a cell-phone "why don't you call him and ask him why he's not at work?" 

I decided to call her bluff. I pushed his number into the phone. He picked up and answered straight; he said two cops showed up at his home the night before and arrested him for being in possession of stolen property. He said he was screwed, even if he got off light the criminal record would mean he could never work in our industry again. I hung up and looked at my new boss without saying a word. 

"Looks like I have your full attention, now do you know what the difference is between you and James?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say, if I ran out of the office could I get home before the cops got there and destroy the laptop? Where there cops in the building? Finally I just said "no, I don't." 

She smiled and said "I'll tell you. His ass doesn't look as good as yours does in a suit. So you can get fired now, get arrested and spend a couple of months in jail and never work in this industry again or you can start looking for another job and leave this firm within a month with a good reference."

Without thinking I just blurted out "what's the catch?" 

She smacked her red lips and said "why you are, you're my catch. You will come to my house for the weekend and by my fuck-slave. And on Monday you'll come back to work as if everything was normal and find a new job and leave within the month. You won't look me directly in the eye ever again in the office, you won't tell anyone even after you leave. If you do I call the cops. So which option do you want?"

I was shocked I just said "what?" 

She looked at her watch. "I will not repeat myself you have thirty seconds to make up your mind."

I looked at the ground; she was kind of hot for her age. "Ok" I said.

"Ok what?"' she said back.

"Ok, I'll do it' I said."

"You'll be my fuck-slave?"

"Yes" I said.

She got angry now "say it then say 'I will be your fuck slave'".

I said it; she made me say it four times after that. Each time she made me say it louder. I hoped to god no one was left in the office. 

She pulled a black bag out of her desk drawer and said "Empty your pockets into the bag."

I took out my wallet, my phone and my keys as well as a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. I threw them in. 

"Don't worry you'll get them back" she said as she handed me a token for the bus. 

"Take the bus straight to Avon Dale Shopping mall and walk to the top floor of the car park wait for me there."

She pulled up in a black BMW. The driver window rolled down half way, I could see she was wearing shades. "Get in" she barked. I tried the rear passenger door but it was locked, then I heard the trunk pop open. I hesitated for a second and she started to rev the engine. I quickly looked round and jumped into the trunk. A rope had been tied to the inside it allowed me to pull the trunk shut. I looked at my watch every few minutes or so, I don't know why maybe I thought was a spy or something it was not like I was being kidnapped -- no it was worse I was being blackmailed.

About an hour later the car stopped but it was a further thirty minutes until she opened the trunk. "Get out" she said. I climbed out of the trunk; I guessed that I was inside the garage of her house. She was still dressed the same and was holding the black bag. "Ok, everything off and in the bag, you'll get the bag back when I am finished with you. I stripped down to my boxers, my socks and my watch. She looked angry again and said "everything." 

I did it; I stripped naked in my boss's garage. She tied a knot in the top of the black bag and left it on a shelf. I was shivering at this point partly from the cold partly from fear. I never felt so intimidated by a woman before. She held out her hand and smiled "take my hand and I will lead you to the bedroom. Don't worry I am not going to hurt you in fact your going to enjoy the weekend." 

I took her hand and she lead out through her kitchen and up two flights of stairs. The house was huge it must have been a five or six bedroom suburban house from what I could tell but I couldn't be sure as all the doors were closed. She lead me into what must have been the master bedroom of the house, it was on the top floor all by itself and had a slopping roof. We walked past the bed into the bathroom where the bath was already full with soapy water. 

She picked up an all-body shaver off the counter and handed it to me. "I want you to run that all over your body and remove all your body hair."

I was still holding her hand when I said "I am not sure I want to do that" 

She laughed and said "ok, maybe that was a bit much to ask of you. Just hop in the bath and wash your self off for a couple of minutes and then put on the bath robe that's hanging on the door and come out to the bedroom. You will have to give me a massage instead."

"ok" I said as I got into the bath tub.

When I came out she was lying naked on the bed, her backside did sag and there was a few rolls of fat around her side, but not much and for her age she looked well. "Take off your robe and use the bottle on the stand" she whispered past the pillows. 

I did as she said. And put one knee on either side of her and started rubbing her all over. She whispering things softly "that's good" "slower" I was actually enjoying myself and I had a full hard-on. I don't how long I was doing it but eventually she said "your turn" so I hopped off her and she turned over and sat up. When she saw my hard on she kissed me on the lips and stroked it a little bit. 

"I knew you would enjoy it, now spread yourself out" I lay on my stomach and she covered me with oil from top to toe she was using way more then I had used on her.

I whispered back to her "with so much oil I must look like a body builder" we both laughed and then I felt something on my wrist, I looked up: it was a hand-cuff. Before I could react she had the second one on me. 

Her voice was back at the authoritive voice from the office "You look like a body builder or a gay porn star?" She took a cloth from out of the night stand and pulled it in front of my face it had an odd smell and then my head felt funny. I could hear her talking to someone behind me, a man? 

She was talking to a man. I turned my head as best I could, he was totally naked and shaven all over. I also noticed a camera on a tripod. She must have had it in the wardrobe! Before I knew what was going on he was sticking a rope-ball gag in my mouth. I could hear my boss jeering me "see how uncomfortable you are with this."

I woke up with the worst hang over you could ever imagine, it felt like I had drank a bottle of whiskey and ran a marathon. My body ached all over. As I looked around I realized I was not at home in my bed, it all came flooding back. My boss had tricked me into getting hand cuffed to her bed and then some huge muscle bound guy had his way with me. My ass hurt badly. I tried to move my hand to rub it that was when I realized I was still hand cuffed to the bed. My boss was sitting on a chair about three feet away from the bed. She was fully dressed in business suit attire. 

I started screaming that I had been raped. She ignored me and opened a laptop, pushed some buttons and turned the thing around so that I could see it. It was the video from last night, but it had been edited to make it look like I was enjoying it all, bad music was playing over the footage. It looked like a gay porn movie. As the movie played on she took my cell-phone out of her jacket pocket and shook it up and down to let me know she still had it. As the movie ended she started to push different buttons on my phone she didn't look up as she spoke to me 

'Hi. I have decided a change of career. You can learn more about it at www.johngordongayporn.com and see free clip's thanks and please pass on to your friends. I need all the free publicity I can get"

She stopped typing and looked at me. "Imagine if I sent that message to everyone in your phone? That footage you saw is on the website. I set it up this morning." She had an even bigger smirk now. I could feel that I was going to vomit, I tried to get off the bed to go to the bathroom, I forgot about the hand-cuffs and fell off the side of the bed.

I vomited on the ground at her feet. "From that reaction I take it you would prefer that I did not send that message?" 

I managed to get out a "no" before vomiting for a second time.

"Good, now I am going out for brunch. I have left you clear instructions on the bed side table, along with the keys to the cuffs. Just to remind you what the punishment for non compliance is: I report your theft to the cops, you get a criminal record, you get blacklisted in the industry and I send everyone you know your debut porn movie. So you are my slave for as long as I deem necessary, when I finished I will let you slink away quietly, ONLY if you are an enthusiastic slave. Got it?" 

I just looked at her and let out a deflated "yes." 

"You see that's what I mean. From now on the first and less words out of you mouth will be Master. Now try again fuck-slave."

I said it. "Master, yes, Master."

She got up and left me alone lying on the bed. I heard the front door of the house slam shut. I thought about what to do, she really had me by the balls. I decided not to look at the list she had left me and have a shower instead. Inside the bathroom there was no bathrobe but some off her clothes were hanging on the door and there was a hold-all bag on the ground in the corner. I wondered if she had left the black bag with my clothes in the garage. I had my shower and dried myself off. My ass was raw I found some moisturizer and spread it in the crack. It was the best feeling ever. I walked back to the bedroom and dried myself off. I thought about making a run for it and going to the cops, but decided it would probably end up in the papers. Would they show the gay porn movie in court? I picked up her note:

1.Have a shower and clean yourself up 2.Shave off all your body hair. 3.I left some clothes in the bathroom for you to put on. (Yes they're Woman's clothes. You are after all my bitch!) 4.Your new lingerie is in the bag in the corner. 5.Your make-up and Wig is also inside. 6.Once you are dressed take the camera, tripod and sex toys out of the bed. 7.Set the tripod up so that it has a good view of the bed. 8.Spread the sex toys out on the side of the bed. (You may want to wash and dry them before hand as they are pre-used) 9.Insert the pink butt-plug into; well you can figure it out. 10.Finally, move the chair in the room so that it is at the base of the bed. Sit down, put on the ball gag and hand cuff your self to the chair.

I re-read the list two or three times. I was terrified. I went back to the bathroom and opened the bag to see what was inside. There was more then one butt-plug. The pink one was the smallest. There were whips, clamps, chains, collars, leads, cock rings, dildos of all sizes and a harness to turn the dildos into strap-ons. I looked in the make-up bag there was make-up of course, as well as lip-stick, fake eye-lashes, mascara and perfume. The lingerie consisted of crotchless black panties with matching bra, garter belt and stockings. The wig was bleach blonde, I also found a pair of bra inserts, and black heels. The clothes were office attire. A black skirt and a white blouse. I looked at it all and wondered what to do?

The bedroom door opened and my master started giggling. "Good, good" she said as she walked past me and eye-balled me as I sat hand-cuffed to the chair. She opened one of the drawers and took out a Polaroid camera. She started snapping photos of me from all angles. She walked in close and took a photo of me at point blank range. It hurt my eyes. She slapped me across the cheek and took another photo. She did again and again. I guessed my face must have been glowing red by now. 

"Spread your legs and wriggle on the seat darling" she said as she stepped away from me to get a good view. I did as she said and she took more photos. The floor was covered in them by now. "You know your place now don't you?" she said. 

I nodded my head and mumbled "Master, yes, Master" over the gag. She took a collar and chain from the bed and attached them to my neck. She then unlocked the hand cuffs and ordered me down on my hand and knees by pulling on the lead and ordering me to do so at the same time. 

I did so without resistance. She made my crawl around the room a couple of times, like I was in some sort of dog and pony show. She stopped at the base of the bed near the chair. She dropped the hand cuffs on the floor and told me to put them back on. When they where on she pulled out a dog bowl from under the bed that was full of water. She told me to sit on my knees right in front of the bowl. Then she push kicked me down on to my hands and knees. My face stopped short of the bowl of water. She ordered me to sit up on my knees again and she kicked me again. After the fifth time she kicked me down she grabbed my ass and pulled up my skirt. She leaned over my back and whispered in my ear

"I have been looking forward to this. You think that guy hurt you last night? That was nothing. I am going to split you."

She pulled the butt-plug out and stuck it back in sharply. I groaned over the gag. 

"This is foreplay bitch, fucking foreplay" I groaned again as she pushed it in deeper.

She pulled it out finally and made me sit back up on my knees. She undid the gag and I gasped, before I could recover she stuck the plug in my mouth. I was going to spit it out. But she grabbed my lower and upper jaw and pulled them shut.

"Don't forget yourself slave. You are going to lick it clean!" I stopped trying to open my mouth. She let go of my jaw and started to slowly pull it out and in. 

"Use your tongue, if you do a good job I will let you lube up the strap before I fuck you."

I started to lap my tongue all over the plug, it tasted like death. She kissed me on the forehead and threw the plug onto the bed. "You're ready" she said as she dropped the strap-on onto the ground. 

"Strap me up slave, good and tight so that I can ravish you!" 

I pulled the belt on over her legs and tied the buckle back as tight as I could. I remembered what she said and started licking her plastic dick without being told. She pulled it out and slapped me. 

"No, No only when I say!" she slapped me across the face with the plastic dick first from the left, then the right. "Now open your mouth and put out your tongue if you want to spit-lube the dildo" she said. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as she leaned over me and let out a big slobbery spit straight down my throat. I tried to spit it out, she held my neck with her hand in case I moved. She did it again.

"Swallow whore!" I swallowed all she gave me. "Now stick my dick in your mouth" she said I leaned forward gingerly and started sucking on it. She grabbed my head and pulled it in to her, making me deep throat it. I gagged and gagged. She just laughed and said "See, it's all spit-lubed now and you are ready! Put your head down on the ground, and pull you ass open with each hand."

She undid the hand cuffs and re-tied them behind my back. I tried my best to pull open my cheeks as my face sat on the floor. I could feel the tip of the dildo going round in circles of my ass hole. Suddenly she drove it in and leaned over my back so that she could whisper in my ear "Every crime has a punishment darling."

She grabbed the leash and used it to pull me towards her as she was riding me. In and out. In and out. I groaned and groaned and she laughed and laughed. She taunted me constantly. She bit on my ears as she fucked me and spat on my back. She stopped for a moment and said "good boy" as she patted me. As soon as I relaxed, she started pounding me again. 

Finally she pulled it fully out and placed her boot on my rib cage and pushed me over. "On your fucking knees" she barked at me. I did as she told me. She took the camera off the tri-pod and pointed it straight at me with the shit covered dildo hovering menacingly in front of my face. 

"Look at the camera, say your name and then say you love sucking shit covered dicks. Then suck it clean Bitch" 

I hesitated, she kicked me. I said it "My name is John Gordon and I love sucking shit covered dicks." I opened my mouth and started licking my shit off her dick. The camera recording my shame. 

When the dick was totally cleaned up she kicked my again and said "Your clothes are in the garage. Get the fuck out of here." 

"Can I shower first?" I pleaded. She kicked me again. The hardest kick yet.

"Don't bother looking for a job in another company yet. I think I am going to keep you for the time being now get the fuck out of my house.



For Every Mile Traveled



"I don't know... I don't like it," he said.

Leah paused while stuffing a shirt into the holdall and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. Eric was lying spread-eagled on the bed, folded arms beneath his head. She ran her eyes over his perfect biceps and abdomen, and her train of thought led her to think of her own laziness lately. She really had to get back to exercising.

"I just don't like it," he repeated.

The conversation had been going on, on and off since last night, through mind-blowing sex and body-melting orgasms. A thrill passed through her body as Leah thought about last night. Various parts of her were still aching from what she had put them through. A small smile flirted with her mouth. The sex was just getting better and better. Just thinking about last night unfurled a hint of desire in the pit of her stomach. 

"Why exactly do they have to get married on Valentine's Day?" he asked for the umpteenth time.

"Because they're targeting us of course! They know it's the first after our wedding and you want to make it as romantic as possible for me, candlelight and roses and all... but they're trying to spoil it for us."

He didn't smile. 

"Awww c'mon Eric. Don't be this way. I think you're complaining about the bus ride more than the fact that we're going." 

"Well, one whole night in a cramped bus doesn't sound very good to me," he replied.

"It won't be that bad." She tried to console him. "Or I could just make it good for you." She stopped packing and ran a hand up his thigh, close to the little bulge in his underwear, but around it, trailing her fingers over his taut stomach instead. "You know, reward you for being a good boy and not complaining on the trip."

"Woman! You're insatiable!" Eric ground out.

"Nah. I just have a big heart," she replied as she walked her fingers across his firm abdomen.

"Okay. So where's this reward then?" he asked, eyeing her smug smile.

"Come and get it," she threw back at him as she jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. Looking back over her shoulder, Leah saw that he was following her. 

He caught her just inside the door and locked a strong arm around her waist. His other hand fumbled under the thin t-shirt she wore and began stroking her stomach, just above her mound. "Oh, that I will," he whispered.

"Giving it back?" she gasped out from between rapidly shortening breaths, pushing her panty-clad bottom back into him.

"Mm-hmm." His warm breath tickled her ear.

Leah surrendered herself to the sensations, her body responding to his touch and opening, getting faintly wet. Closed eyes, head thrown back onto his shoulder, she arched her body and her hips sought his hand as he deliberately avoided touching her where she wanted him. Gripping his wrist, she tried to push his hand down, but he was too strong for her.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Don't make me beg!" The words tumbled out of her to an amused chuckle from him.

Eric maneuvered her towards the shower cubicle, his intent quite clear as he started stripping off his shorts. He was already semi-erect, Leah noted with satisfaction. It was amazing how they seemed to be hot for each other all the time.

As soon as he had disposed of his underwear, he came towards her and started to take her t-shirt off. Leah stopped him. "Can I have it on please? It's thin enough... will get wet and transparent anyway. I want you to suck my nipples through it." 

Her request sharpened the look in his eyes.

Taking him by the hand, she led him into the cubicle and started fumbling with the controls. She liked the water just lukewarm. Too hot and it was distasteful, too cold was almost suicidal in winter. His hands roamed all over her body the few minutes it took her to get it the way she wanted it. Constantly touching, exploring, smoothing, depositing light touches, his fingers played with her senses and she was too aroused by the time she turned on the shower.

The water coursed down on them, slowly seeping between them and wetting their bodies. Leah turned to him and they shared a wet kiss as the silky warmth ran down, over and around them. She shivered against him as the water flowed down her body, the lazy, languorous kiss getting increasingly hungry. His hands wandered down her back and hovered on her ass, the fingers slipping inside her panties, squeezing and kneading her bottom. 

Leah snaked one hand around his muscled neck and the other around his waist as she pulled him to her. The kiss seemed never-ending as they nibbled, sucked and gently bit each other. Leah's hips started moving against Eric's crotch in a slow rub. She could feel him begin to stir. Lukewarm water flowing down between them, his hands over her and his hard body against her softness... Leah savored the sensations every bit.

She was a sensual woman. Of all the women Eric had been with, Leah was the only one who could turn him on to this degree. Sometimes he wondered how she could give herself up single-mindedly to the passion and extract the maximum amount of pleasure from the sexual act. And in the process, she took him on quite a ride too. He looked at her now, writhing and grinding against his erection in slow, tantalizing movements.

"My breasts..." she whispered as she turned around and slipped her panties off in one fluid motion. 

Eric's hands moved to cup her softness over the soaked t-shirt. The recent weight she'd gained had filled her body out, and he loved that, for her breasts fitted his hands better now. Gathering her against his chest, he teased her nipples and fondled her breasts, and felt her hand moving down, between her legs. Eric pressed his hips against her ass, feeling her rounded softness press against his erection. He wanted her badly, but he was willing to let her set the pace.

Leah's hand snaked down to her pussy. She touched her swollen lips, slipping one finger inside and touching herself carefully, slowly. Her lips opened in a sigh, she moved her finger around, feeling, caressing. Eric's hands on her breasts registered; she bit her lip slightly as the small aches from last night reacquainted themselves with her breasts. She felt so tender. Each touch imprinted itself on her sensitive flesh through the soggy t-shirt, and as her hand played with her pussy, the many sensations built into a full body shudder that trembled through her frame.

Eric felt her tremble against him, turned her around. The view down the front of her body aroused him even further. The t-shirt was wet through and stuck to her. Her breasts, outlined by the wet, molded cloth held a different kind of allure. Transparent. Teasing. Her nipples, hard and pointy, snagged his attention. He bent his head down and swiped one with the tip of his tongue and was rewarded by a moan.

"Yes, baby... take it in your mouth. Suck on it," she murmured, her voice weak with desire.

He slipped his tongue all around it instead, his hand squeezing and pinching the other nipple. Leah writhed in his arms and started making little mewling noises. Finally, slipping one hard nipple into his mouth, Eric guided his hand down over her gently rounded belly to her pussy. 

Leah locked both hands around the back of his head and arched her body towards him, opening herself fully to his wandering fingers. She wanted him to touch her down there. 

His fingers found her warm and wet with her own juices, quite separate from the wetness of the water flowing down their bodies. As his tongue laved over her nipple, his fingers found her center and started stroking, stoking, building up a rhythm that she matched with her hips, moving against his fingers.

"Inside..." 

He looked up at her, his hand not stopping its movement, his burning gaze feasting over the expressions chasing across her face. She was in pure ecstasy. "You want my fingers?"

"Nah. You," she said urgently.

He moved his hand out from between her legs and backed her up against the wall. The first contact sent convulsions down her body as her flesh rose in goose pimples all over. Too cold. She clung to him for a minute as the shock distributed itself over the system, and then slowly moved back. This time she was prepared.

Settling herself, Leah pulled Eric towards her, kissing him. With one hand, she played with her hard nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. 

Eric bent, positioning himself between her open legs. With his hard cock in one hand, he rubbed it up and down over her pussy, soaking the head in her juices, opening her swollen pussy lips to him. The water beat down on his back as he fisted his cock a few times, kissing her deeply all the while.

When he entered her, she broke off the kiss and sighed, settling herself around him, moving to give him access. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she leaned back against the wall, her hips tilted forward. 

Eric entered her slowly, deliberately keeping the pace unhurried. He wanted this to last. 

She tightened her pussy around his hard cock as he moved in and out of her, gradually accelerating and building up the rhythm. The frequency of her breaths increased as she sucked in her stomach and matched his strokes. 

As they rocked against each other, he watched her. Head thrown back, eyes closed, concentrating on every sensation that washed over her. Her face flushed, lips slightly open, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, the wet cloth tight against them. One hand rubbed a nipple absent-mindedly, fingers playing with the hardened nub as she moaned her pleasure out to him.

Leah bit her lip and scrunched her eyes closed tightly as the sensations imprinted themselves over her body, inside her. The tightening in her stomach grew, the desire winding into a downward spiral all the way to her pussy. Her breaths coming in sort gasps, Leah held out for the longest time she could, savoring every thrust until she felt the delicious release bearing down on her. She opened her eyes at that moment and looked at him, his face glistening and flushed, his hot gaze looking directly at her. That look sent her over the edge, and she came, her pussy clenching and unclenching in waves around his hard cock. 

Eric caught her around the waist as the force of her orgasm rocked through her. He gathered her to him when her body went limp and her knees refused to hold her. She almost collapsed against him, her arms around his neck, head thrown down on his chest.

"Wow. I have tears in my eyes from that," she gasped out when she felt she could talk. "That was too powerful."

Eric allowed himself a smug smile.

"Now your turn," she murmured with an impish smile as she kneeled before him.

Leah took his erect cock in her hands. The warmth of his erection felt good on her palms and she smiled as she kissed the tip. Slowly slipping it inside her mouth, she stroked light fingers down the inside of his thighs. She knew he loved that. One hand closed around the base of his cock while she took the rest of him into her mouth, sucking gently. 

She started bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock, slowly at first, licking and savoring his saltiness, then faster as his hand cupped the back of her head, demanding more. Her fingers moved to his sac, applying slight pressure, caressing, moving over the bunched up skin. 

His hips thrust his hardness into her mouth, and Leah took all of his length inside, her nose burying into him as all of his cock was driven down her throat, again and again as Eric's pace built up. He was so hard already from the sex they'd had that it wasn't long before he felt an orgasm building up.

Eric laid a hand against the wall as he came. His buttocks clenched, thighs quivered as he held the back of her head to him and spent his load deep inside her.

His warm, bitter cum slid down Leah's throat as she felt his orgasm shudder through his body. She sucked all his juices out of him, exulting in his uneven breath and murmured endearments. Only when she felt him go soft in her mouth did she stop sucking, and with one last kiss, moved away. 

They washed each other after that, Eric finally pulling the t-shirt off her and running his hands over her chest. It turned into gentle explorations with soap and a soft scrub. He kissed random parts of her body as he finished washing them, and then Leah cuddled in his embrace after bathing him, both of them just letting the water flow over their joined nakedness. 

* * * * *

Leah fidgeted. It was uncomfortable; sleeping while sitting in the seats of the bus they were in. Given, they were angled, but still, she needed a soft bed and a warm body to cuddle against to sleep. The seats didn't allow much cuddling, unless she...

She moved her legs up on the seat, tucking them under her and turned totally to face Eric, sleeping beside her. His mouth was a bit open; she moved a hand to close it and pulled him to her, leaning her head against his neck, settling on his shoulder. He stirred as she threw one leg over his thighs, but settled down again. Adjusting the blanket covering them, she wished that she could fall asleep as easily.

Everything was quiet. Well, relatively. The steady roar of the bus's engine was more comforting than noise. She was used to it now. That and the motion of the bus was supposed to help her sleep, send her into some sort of hypnotic slumber Eric told her before he went into dreamland, but Leah believed the constant sound was another reason why she couldn't sleep. 

If only she could tire herself out, or maybe an orgasm... How she longed for the sweet, drugged feeling that coursed through her after peaking. An idea blossomed in her mind.

Could she...?

Leah considered. It was too late at night for people to be up, but Leah cast a surreptitious look around. The three pre-teens in the seats across the aisle were asleep, and she couldn't see anyone else when she stuck her head up over the seats like a turtle and glanced around. And then she was under a thick enough blanket she reminded herself. It wasn't as if she'd be masturbating in full view of anyone who walked by. She'd just have to be quiet, that's all.

She shifted her position slightly, spreading her legs. The leg under her moved farther up on the seat and the one over Eric's thighs moved towards his knees. She rested it against the side of the bus and moving her hands to her waist, undid the button of her slacks, then the zipper. It was a bit of a tight fit, but she wiggled her hand down into her panties and cupped herself, resting a finger against her slit.

The familiar feelings started coursing through her as she thought about it. This was somewhat thrilling, getting herself off between so many people. She felt like an exhibitionist, secretly touching herself. Yes, everybody was sleeping and she was under a blanket, but she still was in the middle of a bus full of people. 

Leah moved a hand to her breast, caressing, weighing it in her hand and brushing a thumb over the nipple that was already hard. It was so soft. She wasn't wearing a bra and she just had to slip a hand under her shirt to touch her naked breast. She wondered if she should. No, she decided. Too much moving and she might wake up Eric. She'd just get herself off by stroking herself down there.

She slid a finger deeper between her pussy lips, separating them and laying a tip on her center, dipping a bit into herself before getting it back up to find her pleasure spot. Her thick juices accompanied her finger back to her clit, and she felt the slickness as she rubbed the finger back and forth, trying to find that one angle that worked.

Shifting her bottom around on the seat a bit, she opened her legs a bit wider, pushing her hips forward towards her hand. Lazy strokes up and down, around her clit and Leah closed her eyes to concentrate on the stirrings within her. The lassitude was already beginning to flow through her limbs and making her feel pleasantly drowsy, but she knew she needed a full-fledged orgasm to make it flood her senses and lull her into that sweet tiredness and into sleep.

Leah bit the inside of her lip and accelerated the lazy strokes, building them up and increasing the pressure slightly. She still hadn't found her spot. She moved the pad of her finger around ever so slightly with every stroke, feeling her hard clit slip against her finger again and again, wanting just the right touch.

And there it was... Leah's body quivered slightly as her finger found what she was looking for. Letting out her held up breath, she relaxed a bit before moving her finger back over the sensitive spot again. Yes, there was an answering tingle deep within her stomach.

Starting the strokes all over again, slowly, Leah relaxed her body, dead to the world, her mind concentrating and amplifying every touch and every feeling that zinged through her. Every time she passed her hand over her swollen clit, she felt herself shiver and climbed just a little higher on the arousal scale.

Her thighs tensed and breaths shortened as Leah built up the tempo, her finger flying over her engorged flesh faster and faster. Tiny shocks of electricity seemed to zing over parts of her body as her finger found her spot again and again. She struggled to contain the moans that rose up in her throat, as she reminded herself that there were people all around, sleeping. People unaware that she was touching herself in this most intimate way, rubbing her clit and exhilarating in the pure passion that ran though her.

She felt an orgasm coming and the moving finger intensified, almost mad with its frantic moving up and down over her wet clit. The peak, when it came, almost wrenched a cry out of her throat, so intense was it. Leah gasped and opened her mouth wordlessly, her eyelids scrunching shut to contain the wave after wave of pleasure that washed over her. Her head moved from side to side on the back of the seat as she arched, her finger stopping its mad rush and pressing... pressing down on her clit and milking it with each wave that passed through her.

The high lessened and left her slowly, leaving her feeling weak and comfortably wrung out. Leah withdrew her hand from between her legs and licked her finger off. She loved the saline taste of her juices. She licked her lips and ran her tongue around her dry mouth before opening her eyes.

Eric's eyes were on her. He was gazing at her with a hunger that left no doubt as to what track his mind was on.

Leah felt her face getting warm. She had been masturbating in a public place and... she suddenly turned her head and looked around. If Eric was awake, maybe she had made some sound and other people were also.... But no. No one stirred. The bus was as peaceful and silent as it had been before. Leah turned her head back to her husband with a guilty smile.

"I needed to... I mean, I couldn't fall asleep..." she started whispering her explanation to him but he brought one finger out and laid it on her lips, silencing her.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

With that, he dipped his head and kissed her lightly on the lips, moving away and coming back to deposit another light kiss, moving his lips over hers, rubbing them together gently. Very slowly, he took her lower lip in his mouth and sucked on it gently.

Leah sighed against his mouth. He felt so good.

"Feel sleepy now?" he whispered, trailing his lips along her jaw line, ending up close to her ear.

"Not sleepy, just pleasantly hazy," she murmured.

Laying a hand at the back of her head, Eric settled her on his shoulder, tucking his other arm around her shoulders in a tender cuddle. Warm and soft, her body against his, a slight smile crossed his face as she nuzzled into his neck to rest her head more comfortably. 

Leah wrapped one arm around his midriff, stroking its firmness with her palm, slipping it inside his shirt and coming to rest on his warm skin. Her thumb ran in lazy circles over his abdomen, caressing back and forth absentmindedly as she closed her eyes and sighed. The leg thrown over his thighs rode higher when she shifted closer, almost climbing into his lap.