1 comments/ 34867 views/ 1 favorites Good Girl By: captivate Cassie Berryhill was a good girl. She always had been. She was an excellent student, great friend, loyal daughter. When she fell in love in college, she assumed that she would then become a faithful wife and loving mother. Liam was everything she had ever wanted in a man. He was intelligent, charming and loving. And she adored him. So much so, that she put aside all her ambitions to be the woman he wanted and seemed to need. She left school to work, so that he could continue his studies, unencumbered by concerns about money. It didn't seem like a sacrifice. After all, she loved him and it was a small enough thing to do for true love. She worked and kept his house, bought groceries and cooked for him. When Liam gave her a tiny 'promise' ring, she was as delighted as if it had been a huge and sparkling diamond. More determined than ever to make his life perfect, she took on more hours at work, often sleeping only a short time, so that her household chores didn't suffer. Her friends chided her gently. They called her 'Donna Reed' and 'Harriet Nelson', saying that her values were warped and dated. But Cassie didn't care. She loved her man and wanted to make his life complete and perfect. So busy was she with her vision of perfection, that she never saw it coming. One day, they were the ideal couple, happy and content in every way, apparently having found the elusive key to partnership. The next day, she was alone, discarded. Liam had come home, eaten his excellent dinner and relaxed in his favorite chair. Then, about 9PM, he walked into the bedroom, where Cassie was folding freshly laundered clothes, and announced that he had to leave. At first, Cassie didn't understand. She hadn't heard the phone ring, was unaware of some emergency taking him out into the late evening. He patiently stood over her, explaining in very simple terms. It seemed, he said, that all the loving care was suffocating him, making him feel trapped. Cassie was too devastated to even link the 'suffocation' with his upcoming graduation and lucrative job offers. He packed a few things and left. Over the next few days, his phone calls to Cassie filled in the rest of the story. He told her the apartment was in his name and he wanted to retain it, so he needed her to move out as soon as possible. Then she found that, apparently, their joint account was depleted of most of the funds, leaving her with just enough to walk away, but barely. Her friends gathered around her, denouncing Liam as a cad, a bastard. But Cassie still loved him, still wanted to be part of his life. She thought he might come to his senses. So she moved back to her parents' home and waited. And waited. And waited. Her friends kept trying to get through to her, to get her to understand her new life, one without Liam, but she couldn't listen to them. She knew they were wrong. Her steadfast belief in true love annoyed all her friends. Slowly, they stopped calling and coming by; it just irritated them too much. Then, in a splashy newspaper article, Liam and the boss's daughter, the oldest cliche in the world, married and went off on a dream honeymoon. Cassie was devastated. She hid from everyone, as if it were her fault. As if she had failed. As if she was the one lacking in some innate qualities. One day, hidden in her childhood room, she formulated a plan. She stayed up most of the night, packing and researching. The next morning, she loaded her car, kissed her bewildered parents goodbye and drove away. Far away. She drove until she reached the end of the world, her world. She drove until all that was ahead of her was pounding water, the ocean. And there she settled. She found an apartment, small and clean. She found a job. She spent her days working and her nights making her new home cozy and warm. Her friends began calling frequently. They loved her and she loved them. They tried to offer advice, but she wouldn't listen. Soon, she began screening calls, not wanting more unsolicited opinions. Soon, the only call she would accept was an old high school pal, Matthew. He was never judgmental, just talked about daily occurrences, families, jobs. He just listened too, as Cassie tried to figure out her life. His calls became more frequent, longer. They enjoyed each other and the time they spent together. Cassie couldn't say when her feelings for Matthew changed. One day, she noticed as they talked that her hips were swaying lightly. She had felt dead for so long, had been in her little shell for such a long time, that she didn't recognize the desire she felt until she found herself lightly thrusting as she listened to Matthew's voice, felt his love in her deepest part. After the call, she couldn't help herself. She reached between her legs and found herself swollen and wet, her panties damp. She wasn't sure what to do. She loved Matthew, she always had. He was one of her closest friends. But this was unexpected. Cassie knew it could ruin everything, it could destroy a friendship she held dear. It didn't seem possible that Matthew felt the same way. He loved her as a friend and would be horrified to hear of her longings. So, she kept them to herself. She reasoned it couldn't hurt if he didn't know, and she would just hold the feelings inside, enjoying them by herself, as she was learning to do with so many things. Her days passed quickly and her nights couldn't come soon enough. Matthew usually called about the time she came in from work, just to make sure she got home ok and that her day had gone well. Then they said goodbye until later, when both of them had time to relax and talk. She would change her clothes, make dinner, read her mail and check her e-mail. Sometimes she watched a favorite tv show or read. But everything she did was carefully stored in her memory to tell Matthew later. She found herself trying out different ways of telling a story so she could amuse him. She wanted to remember all her thoughts so she could share them with him. The best part was, he seemed to do it too. They began telling each other all about their day, their interactions and even their emotions. Usually, Cassie tried to be already in bed, snuggled down in her pillow nest, her beloved quilt wrapped around her, before Matthew called. She liked the idea of being with him in the dark, hearing his voice filling her head, and her heart. She had already given up trying to ignore her body's responses to him. She would lie in bed, her hand warm on her tummy or breast, absorbing his words and hearing the things he didn't say. She never realized the way their voices became quieter and softer, as the night progressed. It was as if they were lying side by side, finishing each day together, something she was now longing to do. After their evening talks, Cassie would find herself aching, wishing she could turn to him and be held and kissed. Now, she found it necessary to touch her wetness, find her tiny clit, help herself ease the need. One day, she stayed home, took a mental health holiday. She had talked to Matthew while planning it, of course. Cassie was happily cleaning and polishing her little home, making everything neat and shiny and fresh-smelling. She was in her jammies, a scrub shirt and shorts, her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She had Broadway showtunes blasting on the stereo, and was dancing and singing as she banished grime and dust. Even though Matthew knew of her private holiday, she was surprised when the phone rang and she saw Matthew's cell number on the caller ID. She giggled as she answered the phone, pleased beyond words to have him with her. They quickly merged into that special world they had created. But today, instead of work or life talk, Matthew was telling her other things. He said that he loved her, wanted her, wished to be with her. Cassie's heart was pounding, quivering. These were words she longed to hear, needed to hear. It made her wish she hadn't driven so far into the world, had just stopped at Matthew's home and lived there happily ever after. Cassie was drenched with the meltingness of desire. She wanted Matthew so much, so deeply. Matthew listened to his friend, his heart-love. He heard again the warmth and affection in her voice, and knew he hadn't made a mistake. Then he rang her doorbell and heard her ask who was there. When he answered, the door flew open and Cassie stood before him, her phone still in hand, her eyes wide with delight. They stood there, a foot apart, looking at each other, grinning foolishly. Matthew put his phone away, but Cassie still gripped hers, totally unaware. Then, they rushed to each other, meeting with a kiss, a first kiss of magnificent proportions. Matthew held her close, inhaling her singular fragrance, the sweetness he always thought of as Cassie. He didn't want to release her, end this moment, even though he was aware there were many moments to be created, many kisses to share. While kissing her, he swept her up into his arms, holding her tightly against him, walking into the home she had made for herself, the home he longed to share. She reached behind him, pushing the door closed, her last rational thought. Then she just melded with him, her lips and his became one. He walked unerringly into the bedroom, lowering Cassie onto the freshly made bed. She snuggled down into her pillow nest, taking Matthew with her, not wanting to release his mouth for even a minute. They were full-length, their bodies matched at all points. Her softness yielded to him, two people meant to be together and finally being there. It was frantic. Clothes were pulled off, disappearing in the haste of two lovers seeking each other. Their excited breathing nearly overwhelmed the show tunes from the other room, words were spoken in hushed voices, awed sighs filled the room. With each piece of clothing removed, they kissed and touched the exposed area, finally making real what they had each imagined night after night. Finally, all the clothes were gone. The room was filled with naked breathing, with desire so palpable. Now, the pace slowed. Matthew was able to kiss Cassie as he had dreamed of doing. Licking her lush lips, tracing them with his tongue, savoring her deliciousness. His fingers pulled the band from her hair, feeling it fall on his face and arms, soft and fragrant. He held her face in his palms, her silky skin now his. The kisses ranged from barely-there angel kisses to deep, plunging possessive ones. He could hear her tiny moans as she kept trying to get even closer to him, get into him. His hunger for her made him keep moving, trying to taste all aspects of her satiny flesh. He nibbled down her neck, stopping to make love to the hollow of her throat. He continued on his quest, finding each morsel more delectable and enchanting. Finally, he arrived at her beautiful breasts. They were full and soft, capped by engorged dark pink nipples, arching toward his mouth. He couldn't resist. He covered first one, then the other, with soft kisses, gentle tugs. Cassie arched up to him, her moans becoming more fervent, her fingers twisting into his hair, pulling him closer. Matthew opened his mouth, taking more of her flesh, sucking harder, feeling her nearly throb under his lips. Her breathing became erratic, ragged. Then it stopped. She stopped. Everything was still for seconds, then her screams filled the air, as a powerful orgasm tore through her. She clutched Matthew to her as she rode through the spasms, totally unprepared for what was happening to her. As her body stilled, Matthew looked up at Cassie, noting her unfocused gaze, her flushed face. Slowly, she returned to herself and to him. He moved up to kiss her, whispering words of love and devotion. Lying beneath his full body, Cassie was aroused all over again. She knew and loved this man, and now they would be joined in an intimate act that would bind them. In the afterglow, she wanted to give Matthew the pleasure he had just given her. But he wasn't finished with her, wouldn't allow her to move yet. His kisses began again, trailing down her sensitive flesh, making goosebumps appear. He lingered for a short while at her nipples, again making them pucker and extend. Then, he continued, kissing her tummy and tickling her. Before she could giggle, he was at her center, his mouth busily finding all the landmarks, and she was lost in the wonder of it all. He licked her slit open, finding the sweet nectar he sought. She was so wet, so fragrant. His tongue repeatedly made the journey from distended clit to pussy and back again. Cassie was wriggling under him, unable to stay still, wanting him to lick her forever. Her clit ached when he left it, and she moaned with delight every time he returned. Each time he reached her swollen pussy, his tongue would probe her depths, filling her and making her hips thrust upward. His fingers caressed her skin, all her nerves felt on fire. Every touch of his fingers, his mouth, even his breath, incited her. This time he was prepared, this time he knew the signs. Her breathing became ragged, uneven. Then the silence filled the room and he knew she was about to explode. He wanted this more than anything, to be right there, to feel her orgasm as it overwhelmed her. The spasms started and Matthew felt the burst of fluid cover his mouth and chin as Cassie cried out her pleasure. He remained between her legs, lightly slipping his tongue into her pinkness, waiting for the final sighs to escape her lips. Again, he moved up her body, until he could cradle her head to his shoulder, hold her close and feel her really relax against him. They talked now, finally able to share with each other about the feelings that had been building and each had been afraid to voice. His hands caressed and molded her, his heart pounded so steadily beneath her cheek. It felt right to say the words and express the love they felt. Cassie was in wonder. Matthew was her best friend and she had long-harbored desire for him. Now, it seemed, he felt the same. He had just made love to her, made her shudder and scream with pleasure and she wanted to do the same for him. As they talked, her nails made long, slow journeys down his body, lightly scratching and arousing him. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh, could see the desire in his eyes. Slowly, her fingers moved over him, avoiding his very center, but teasing and seducing the rest of him. They began kissing again, and she felt the desire building. It was her turn. She moved her mouth over his face, kissing his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and his chin. She made love to his lips and tongue, tasting him and feeling as if she had come home. She kissed his neck, feeling his pulse throbbing frantically under her lips. His hands were spread open on her back, spanning all her flesh, making her feel totally engulfed in his touch. Her silky hair slid down his chest as she kissed and suckled her way down his body, learning all the textures that made him. She kissed his legs, her tongue sliding up and down his groin, seeing his cock bobbing urgently as she carefully avoided it, concentrating instead on all the other delights she was discovering. She moved her mouth down his long, lean legs, sucking gently on his kneecaps and calves, even his toes. Everything about him was delicious. His moans filled the room, his fingers reaching for her, touching her, connecting with her. Then, she began the return trip. Her eyes steadily on the prize, his dripping hard cock, she worked her way up his body. Now her skin touched his, her body rubbed against him. Her legs straddled one of his, her damp curlies leaving a trail up his flesh. Matthew could feel her wet pinkness as it slid up his calf, then higher. She sat up straight, her center directly over his hard knee and just moved her hips a little, just enough to create pressure and movement on her throbbing clit. He watched her smile, watched the hazy desire fill her eyes. She arched her back, her breasts jutting out, her nipples stiff and tight. Bonelessly, Cassie bent down and kissed the head of his cock. A tiny kiss, light as air, but enough to jolt Matthew's entire body. She smiled up at him as she began to move her lips around his silky, dripping head. Then, her pretty pink tongue slipped out and he was lost. She licked him as a starving woman would, relishing each drop of pre-come, smiling and humming as she covered him with warm mouth and questing tongue. Just when Matthew felt there was nothing more he wanted, her tongue ventured further. She slid it to the base of his turgid dick and began taking long strokes up the length of him. Over and over, she journeyed from base to tip, her hot tongue leaving a trail of absolute desire. Matthew wanted to remember every sensuous movement, every incredible feeling, but instead, found himself transported to total need, all his senses centered on Cassie's questing tongue and mouth. Her soft, long hair covered his thighs and lower abdomen, every move seemed choreographed to increase his desire a thousand-fold. He wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in pleasure, but he couldn't take his eyes off Cassie, his Cassie, making love to him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining. He reached for her, but she took his hands and held them in place against the sheets. It was silly, really. Little Cassie was no match for his strength, yet Matthew let her hold him there, as if she were most powerful. Indeed, she was. She mesmerized him and controlled his every breath. He just remained still, loving each movement, each touch. Finally, he couldn't bear any more. He needed to feel Cassie, be inside her. He uttered her name, getting her attention. She looked up, never stopping her ministrations. What she saw made her melt, made her wetter and more swollen than before. Their eyes locked and no other words were said. She simply straightened and moved up his thigh, straddling his hips completely now, hypnotized by the need and desire she saw. His hands moved to her hips, lifting her, placing her exactly so. Then, together, they moved until he was buried deep inside the silkiest pinkness he had ever known. She settled on him, fitting him exactly, made for him, ready for him. Matthew waited, just relishing the feel of her surrounding him, content for seconds. Then, his need overwhelmed him and he began moving his hips under her. She sat there, joined to him, adjusting to him, then moving with him. Their hips began the age-old dance, but different, because it was theirs. Slowly at first, Matthew thrust into her, taking his cues from her movements. As she became more demanding, he met her needs. Soon, their hips were crashing together, his cock buried so deeply inside her, filling her with heat. They held hands mid-air, eyes still locked in love and desire. Cassie's look made him become still. Then she began lifting her hips, almost completely off him, before sliding back down the entire rigid length of him. God, he loved that! Feeling the cool air on his cock, then her incredible heat engulfing him! He knew he wouldn't last long. Just the sight of her, naked and flushed and impaled on his body was enough to make him come. Add to that, the sensation of her cunt, sliding wetly up and down, and he was lost. Cassie smiled and nodded. "There will be a lifetime, Darling. Come now, fill me. I am so ready." Matthew couldn't help himself. He exploded, sending his hot come deep into her. She continued to ride him, slower now, gently. Finally, she stopped all outward movement and used her inner muscles to milk him, massage him. Matthew held her hands, watched her face, loved her. She stretched out on him, using him as her mattress, her pillow. Her cheek rested on his chest, she listened to his breathing return to normal. His fingers were tangled in her hair, his lips planted kisses along her scalp. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought of Liam and her dreams of 'happily ever after'. Tonight, she knew better. She just wanted 'happily now'. And she wanted to share it with Matthew for as long as possible. Good Girl The sound of my hurried breathing is the only thing I can hear. The cloth around my eyes is tightly knotted behind my head, somewhat tangled in my hair. I know you are here. I can feel your eyes staring at me from an unknown position. I kneel, sitting on my heels with my hands tightly cuffed behind my back. My nipples are erect with fear, excitement. When will you make your presence known? I feel a draft lightly dust across my back, followed by a low exhale. A half-smile grows on my face. You are standing behind me, admiring the beauty of my defenseless form. I am startled when you whisper in my ear. "Are you ready for another lesson, Jennifer?" "Yes, Sir." "That's my good girl." Your fingers lightly brush down my back, making my skin tense and my fingers clench in the confinement of the cuffs. "Keep still," your voice is stern. I immediately stop fidgeting. Your fingers travel up my back, over my shoulders, and circle my breasts. You tease and flick my nipples, and I gasp at the sensation. Suddenly I scream out as my hair is grabbed and yanked back harshly. "I told you to keep still!" Your other hand curves under my chin, holding my head in place. "Yes, Sir," I whisper. My hair is released, and I return to my original position. I hear your footsteps surround me slowly. You stop in front of me, and hook your finger into my blindfold. You slowly slide it down. My eyes shoot open and stare at you longingly. They momentarily grab you, seeming to stare into your soul. Your finger continues to pull down the blindfold. "Open." I part my trembling lips and you place the blindfold inside. "Now close." My teeth clamp down hard on the fabric. Your finger travels lower still and stops at my chin, and you tilt my head upward. "Look into my eyes. Don't look away." I feel your other hand graze my nipple and without warning you tug it hard and give it a very hard smack. I do not look away, I do not flinch, I remain completely still despite the sting of your strike. "Good... for that you will be rewarded. Lean forward, place your head on the floor." I obey you and place my cheek on the cold, hard floor. My ass remains up, my legs slightly parted. You kneel beside me, and grab hold of my cuffed hands, placing your foot over my face. Your hand rubs my ass gently. I know what is about to come... I close my eyes and anxiously await your sweet assault. Your hand slides down between my legs and it throws me off. I small whimper escapes my mouth. "Aw, did my little submissive want a spanking?" Your voice is laced with mockery. Again I whimper. Your hand continues to rub up and down my glistening pussy and I moan a bit as it grazes my clit. "Never assume what Sir is going to do." Instantly you smack my pussy hard, making my legs clench together. Your foot weighs down heavier on my face, preventing me from squirming. "Keep still, Jennifer... I'm warning you." Again you strike my pussy and it takes everything in me not to clench again. I breathe slowly, calming myself. "That's my good girl..." Your foot releases my face and you wrap my hair around your wrist, pulling me roughly back to my kneeling position. I breathe rapidly as the sting on my pussy throbs with an amazing ferocity. You pull the cloth from my mouth and pull it over my head, removing it completely. You unbutton your jeans, leaving the zipper intact. "Pull it down." You look down deviously at me, wondering how I will achieve such a feat with my hands bound. I lean my mouth towards your groin, and lightly take the top of your zipper between my teeth. I stare up at you, as I pull it down. Your jeans become loose and start to slide down your waist. "Mmm, yes very good. Sir is pleased." I release your zipper and let the denim fall slowly down your thighs. I can see your erection straining against your underwear. Your breath is quickening now. "Tell me what you want, Jennifer." I swallow and speak softly, "I want to taste you, Sir." "...Beg." I grimace a bit. You know I hate begging. "Please..." "Please, what?" Your smile grows wider. My frown intensifies. "Please give me your cock, Sir." You sigh, taking some pity on me. "Use that beautiful mouth of yours to take it out." This is more like it. I take the elastic in my mouth and pull down. I can feel my pussy dripping on my calves. You are making me work so hard for what I want. The power you have over me is intoxicating. My teeth become strained as I pull down harder and release your imprisoned cock. You step out of the pool of clothes that has formed around your ankles. I stretch out my jaw a few times, and sit back on my heels. I look back up at you, awaiting direction. "Look how hard you make me." I stare directly at your erection and smile. You know it satisfies me to give you such pleasure. "Remind me, what is it you wanted?" "To taste you, Sir." You retrieve the cloth that I recently had in my mouth and wrap it behind my neck, an end in both of your hands. "Open." I do and you pull the cloth, shoving my mouth down on your cock. You are not gentle. You force me all the way down. I try to push away to avoid choking, but that only makes you penetrate further. I relax my throat and let it slide all the way down, blocking my windpipe. "Hold." My face starts to redden, and tears slowly run down my cheeks. "Good girl," and you release me. I gasp for air for a few seconds. You grab a handful of my hair and make me look at you. "Again." Before I can protest, you shove yourself inside my mouth again. I relax this time, letting you fill me. "Deeper." I stretch my mouth further and take all of you, new tears emerging. "Mmm, very good." Again you release me. I take long breaths, desperately replenishing my lungs. You rub your cock softly on my heated cheek. "You may have what you want now." I let my tired tongue fall out of my mouth and I lick the smooth flesh you offer to me. I rub my lips tenderly up the shaft, and I notice a small amount of precum dripping from the tip. I use the flexed tip of my tongue to retrieve it, and revel in the taste of you. "Don't make me cum, or I will walk away and leave you tied up on the floor. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good girl. You've tasted enough." You back up, knowing I haven't had anywhere near enough. My eyes are half lidded and sultry. They express my evident arousal and hunger for you. "Now, I get what I want." You walk behind me and place your hand in the middle of my back. The other reaches around to my breasts. You push me slowly down to the floor. Again, my face presses against the cold, unyielding floor. "Put that beautiful ass in the air." I arch my back to the best of my ability, and then CRACK! Your hand comes down on me hard. "Higher!" The sting of the strike awakens my body. I feel my pussy instantly become wetter. My entire body is alert and ready for more. I arch up even further, pushing my physical limits. "Perfect. Such a perfect view." You bring your lips to the red handprint you've created and kiss me tenderly. "You are mine. All mine." I moan at the realization. I am completely at your mercy... and I love it. I feel your fingers travel down the curve of my spine and leisurely unlock my cuffs, but they still remain attached fully to one wrist. "Turn on your back." I lower my body and do as I'm told. "Part your legs." I expose myself completely to you and you nod in approval. "Put one hand over your pussy. Don't move it." I move my hand downward and place where you've asked. I am so slick, I know it's going to be difficult to remain still. A beautiful panic arises in me. Why would you want me to shield it? You walk over to the nightstand and open the drawer. When you return, you possesses a suede flogger twirling around in your hand. You stand over me, facing my knees, a leg on each side of my body. You bend down, parting your ass over my face. "Stick out your tongue, Jennifer." The order is dark and sexy. I let my tongue pour from my lips and softly lick your asshole. CRACK! The flogger comes down hard on my inner thigh. "Did I say you could do that?" My legs shake from the fiery sting. "Ahh...No, Sir." I bite down hard on my lip. The pain feels so good. "Stick out your tongue, and remain still!" I exhale slowly and once again release my tongue. You drape the suede tassels of the flogger against my stomach, my thighs. Goosebumps rise on my skin, your tempting asshole just inches from my mouth. I crave the taste of you, my self-control is being severely tested. "Take a deep breath." I inhale sharply, and you sit on my face, smothering me. "Lick..." My tongue dances along your opening. I hear you moan and growl as you enjoy my service. The sounds of your pleasure arouse me intensely, and the hand guarding my pussy starts to slide up and down. CRACK! CRACK! "Did I say you could rub your pussy?" My toes curl while I emit muffled screams. My hand halts immediately. You lift your body up a little, giving me time to take a breath. "One more discretion and we're done here, do you understand?" "Yes, sir. I'm sorry." Your asshole glistens with my saliva and I let my tongue swipe across my lips. You stand and walk around my body, stopping between my parted legs. You kneel and grab hold of my ankles. You forcefully push them straight up and spread my legs as far open as possible. "Remove your hand." My fingers slide slowly off of my pussy, and my body starts to heat at my complete exposal. "Hold your ankles up." I replace your hands with my own and lift up my ass, presenting fully to you. "You have not been listening well today, Jennifer. I will give you one more chance to prove your dedication." You reach behind you and reveal the crop. "Don't scream. Don't flinch. Don't move." The crop snaps hard on my pussy, barely hitting my hardened clit. My grip tightens slightly on my ankles to contend with the pain, but I remain motionless. "That's my good girl..." Again the crop snaps me, the harsh bite of it fully on my exposed clit. The sensation is almost unbearable, but I want more. Again it snaps, harder this time. I struggle not to cry out. You can hear my breath hitching with every whack. "Mmm, very good. See how hard you are making me?" You rub the tip of your cock up and down my throbbing, hot pussy. The crop has made it agonizingly sensitive. Your hands grip over mine, pushing my ankles up further, propping my pussy high in the air. "My beautiful little submissive..." and without warning your cock violently slams into me. We both groan loudly from the sensation. I almost cum right then, but of course I refrain. You start to thrust in and out of me with a magnificent power. The primal nature of your movements edge me to no end. You pull out and turn me over to my stomach. "Ass up." You are slightly out of breath. Again, your cock slams into me. I welcome the sweet assault. You collect my hair in your hand and yank back as hard as you can. You fuck me relentlessly, spanking me again and again. I can feel the buildup between my legs. I begin to clench... "Don't cum!" I whimper in uncertainty. I'm not sure I can obey this order. "I mean it, Jennifer, don't cum!" I continue to struggle. You pound into me harder and dig your nails into my back. I feel your legs start to buckle and the warmth of your cum fills my pussy. The feel of you throbbing inside me is sweet torture. I can't hold back... "FUCK!" I scream out, knowing my orgasm is beyond my control. I squeeze against you and release intensely. "NO!" You pull out, force my head to the floor, and pull my hands behind my back. You re-cuff me and walk to the other side of the room. "You will remain there until directed otherwise, do you understand?" Rubbing my face against the hard floor, I nod. You strut over to me and you hand comes down hard on my ass. "Do you understand?!" "YES, SIR!" You dress and turn to look at me, my pussy dripping with cum, still pulsating. You bend down and again kiss the red handprint you have created on my flesh. "I'll be back when I have forgiven you. Until then... be a good girl." Good Girl My husband is at work, so I am alone in the house. In an email this morning, M informed me He would be coming over today at 1:00, our usual time. In the shower, the water is hot against my breasts as I rub soap over my body very slowly. My hands glide over my skin, down my stomach, over my pubic bone, down between my legs. My breathing increases as I slip my fingers over my smooth pussy lips. Carefully, as M's instructed, I clean myself without touching my clit. Reaching behind, I rub the tight puckered hole between my cheeks. I smile at how tender it still is from the last time He was there. I try not to linger too long, as I know He would be displeased if I pleasured myself in any way. I know better than to displease M. I finish cleaning my shaved legs, trying to ignore the burning in my cunt. Soon, He will be here. I must have everything ready by the time He arrives or He will not let me cum. I dry my body quickly and smooth lotion over my legs & arms. I pour oil into my hands and rub them together. I apply the sweet smelling elixir to my tits, down my body to my pussy and behind, over my ass, paying careful attention to the parts M likes the best. When I'm sure my body is primed and ready for His will, I walk out of the bathroom. The bed is made to His liking, clean & neat. As I dress in the see-through lacy, black negligee, I take note of what's laid neatly out on the bed in order. Blindfold, crop, vibrator, small bottle of oil, flogger, spreader bar, & leg and ankle cuffs. These are what M requested in His email this morning. He may not use them all, but He wants them available. My skin warms as I think of what He has planned. I squirm as my pussy moistens. I try not to move too much, as He would be very disappointed that I did not leave all my pleasure to Him. I open a drawer by the bed and take out the soft, black, silk scarf that is folded there. I tie one end tightly to my left wrist, knowing M will finish tying my hands together in the position He sees fit. I check the clock and know I have a little time, but I am ready. Ready for Him and His pleasure. With one more glance in the mirror above the dresser, I climb onto the bed. I kneel down and place my cheek against the cool, soft fabric of the comforter. I cross my ankles under my body and lift my ass high in the air for M's inspection when He arrives. I clasp my hands behind my back, take a deep breath, close my eyes, & wait. _________________ As I hear the front door opening, I involuntarily move my hips back and forth. I still my body, listening for Him. I hear my rapid breathing & a pounding in my ears in anticipation. I hear strong, deliberate footsteps come down the hallway and pause in the doorway. At the sound of M's deep voice, my body immediately relaxes and every other sound falls away. "Good girl." I can hear Him approach the bed. I do not dare to sneak a glance at His beautiful face. I can feel His eyes burning over my skin checking to make sure every inch meets His approval. He slides His hands down the mounds of my ass and roughly spreads my ass and pussy open. I gasp with pleasure. I know this makes M smile. He leans forward and places His soft, warm tongue at my clit and runs it up my pussy all the way to the end of my ass. I stifle a moan deep in my throat. M murmurs in appreciation, but does not say a word. He releases me and steps away. He walks over to the toys laid out on the bed. My body tenses and then relaxes, knowing it will not matter what items He chooses. His pleasure, my pleasure, our pleasure. They are all melded together in one, now. He moves back towards me and lays his chosen toys behind me. He pulls my hands apart and reaches for the scarf. Using one arm, M lifts my upper body by the waist, pulling me onto all fours. He positions my hands together directly under me on the bed, with my arms straight, then leaning His body onto my ass, reaches under and ties my wrists together tightly. As He stands, He reaches for my hair and quickly wraps it around His hand. He pulls hard so my head is back and my back is arched. My tits in the lingerie are on full display. He moves to the side of the bed to admire the view. I'm certain my pussy is dripping juices down my legs. My mouth is parted, I am practically panting. I know this pleases Him. He drags one bra cup and then the other under my breasts, pushing them up and out. He puts His thumb in my mouth and I greedily suck. Too soon, He pulls it out. M reaches down and pulls sharply at my nipples. He rolls His thumb and forefinger, teasing and tugging. I cannot keep still. I groan loudly and roll my hips. Suddenly, He releases me and very quickly, slaps my ass hard. "Quiet, until I'm ready to hear you." I whimper, but hold myself still. My ass is burning from the strike, in such a deep, good way. He moves His fingers back to my nipple and resumes tugging and stretching. It ignites a fire that spreads directly between my legs. He seems to grow bored of this task and stops abruptly. M walks behind me again and pauses. I hear a quiet click and then a soft humming. He pushes the plug into my pussy slowly, covering it in my wetness, twirling it around and around. He yanks in out and using one hand spreads my ass cheeks wider. M gasps with pleasure and puts the head of the vibrating plug at the entrance to my anus. He waits for what seems like forever and then with a groan, shoves the plug into me. It takes everything I have to stay still and not make a sound. The feeling of fullness, the soft pulsing of the toy. It takes my breath away. Without missing a beat, He starts to fuck my pussy with 2 fingers. Roughly, faster and faster, he pushes as deep as he can go, stretching my cunt. Before I can stop myself, I moan incoherently. M removes His fingers and I hear Him undoing His belt, the zipper of His pants going down. I barely process this, when I feel the head of His thick, long, veiny cock at the opening of my pussy. He rests there and slaps my ass hard; once, twice, three times. I pull the sharp pain inward, turning it into deep pleasure. He reaches up and grabs my hair again, pulling me back onto His length, until He's buried in me. M only pauses for a moment, releases my hair, grabs my hips with both hands, and starts pounding my pussy. Hard. I know I am allowed to cry out my pleasure now, so I do. Deep, low moans of gratitude. With each stroke into my cunt, my groans get louder. With the vibrating and fullness of the plug, my cries get higher. He thrusts on and on, higher and deeper. M must feel me tightening around him because He thrusts in one more time. "Come, you dirty slut." And I do. My pussy clenches and pulses, coating Him with my cum. I spiral up and then down and I cry out. He quickly yanks the toy out of my ass, as He slowly pulls His dick out of my cunt. He places the head of His cock at the opening of my ass and stops. "I will have this." I moan my acceptance and He thrusts His large cock deep into my anus. I grunt with the pressure, the feeling of being possessed by this man. He rests and reaches for another toy. I hear another click and feel the bullet vibe against my clit. I groan with pleasure, barely having time to adjust to His dick deep in me. M starts to move pulling out, then pushing in. Shoving faster and faster. I cry out my appreciation. "You always love this, you dirty whore." M picks up speed. I feel my body growing tingly and the tightness in my pussy. As I feel myself about to fall over the edge, His cock grows thicker in my anus. He groans loudly, calling my name, as He blows rope after rope of hot, thick, white cum into me. My own orgasm echoes His and I see stars. Still in me, M reaches down and unties the scarf around my hands. He has turned off the bullet and placed it next to me on the bed. He stands back up, pulls out of me, and puts Himself away. I hear the zipper of His pants going back up, the belt buckled. He pats my ass. "Good girl." And then M leaves. Only when I've heard the front door closing, do I collapse in a heap on the bed, His cum oozing out of my swollen asshole. I untie my other wrist and gather the toys. I take them into the bathroom, cleaning them to be put away. I climb into the shower again and let the hot water beat down on my used body. As I dry off, I realize that, while I am completely satisfied, I simply cannot wait until M visits again. _____________________ I am cooking dinner when I hear the backdoor opening. I smile at my husband, Michael, as he comes and kisses my neck. "Smells good." I put the stirring spoon down and turn to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me to him into a hug. He reaches down and cups my ass. "Sore?" And I say, "Yes sir." "Good girl." Good Girl You commanded me to strip down to my panties and insert my vibrator into my pussy on low and leave it there. You told me to set a timer for 20 min and to increase the speed every 5 min. You said I could touch my breasts but not my clit. You said I was not allowed to thrust or move my hips until the timer finished. You said that I was not allowed to cum until after the timer went off and then I was to take off my panties, get on my knees and make myself cum for you. I'm a good girl so I obeyed and recorded highlights of the last 10 min for you, just as you asked. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Good Girl Rebekka follows her Master's instructions. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (23 min/mp3) * * * * * Good Girl "You're going to be a good girl and do as I say tonight, aren't you?" His voice melts into me, low and calm. "Yes" I whisper. "Yes, Sir" He corrects, His tone unwavering and firm. "Yes, Sir," I repeat just as He finishes, too loud but still sincere. "Good girl." I blush, because I always blush when those words, those words I ache for, grace His lips, so beautiful and affirming. Yes, I am His good girl and I will earn those words again before the night is over. The strap of His riding crop meets the hollow of my neck and glides up, pulling my chin upwards with it. My eyes flutter open to meet His and, for a moment, I forget myself. I am lost in the shimmery blue of His gaze as it pierces me, staring too intensely and for too long...But not really. Sir's heavy stare is just intense enough and never long enough. I want to drink it in forever. I don't even realize that I've slid off of my knees until a sharp "thwack" stings my right thigh. "Ow!" I complain, reality coming into focus as I shift back up onto my knees and spread them apart, quickly and almost instinctively. A few light taps on the sore spot confirm that I've effectively corrected my position. Sir kneels downs onto one knee; His left leg is parallel to my spine and one boot lands so close to my sex I can almost feel it. A shiver runs through me and my breath hastens. He knows that I love His boots, and He wants me to notice that He's worn them for me. But I noticed the moment He put them on, of course; how could I not? I am constantly noticing all of Him, lingering on all of the shapes and colors of Him, memorizing His smells and sounds. He has captured my eyes again and it is like I am dreaming of Him. Even kneeling, He is still above me and I tilt my chin up and purse my lips into a smile for Him. Perhaps He thinks I'm being cheeky or coy, and perhaps I am just a bit, but above all I am happy. Posed before Him, I find myself flooded with feelings of contentment, comfort, and even relief. "I love you like this, little one," He compliments, His face light and sincere. He brushes a hand down my cheek and my hands float up to His calf in response. Through His jeans, I reach of the muscles just above His boot, grasping Him and hugging His leg toward my chest eagerly, as if He might float away. "You are small. You are safe. You are mine," He continues. His voice is steady and sure but also hypnotic. His unquestioning assuredness makes me feel incredibly small and undoubtedly safe. I believe the things He says and I close my eyes as I weave them into my mind, willing His thoughts to become my own. In the darkness, I feel His thumb trace my lips and I pull them into a kiss around it. He pushes into my mouth and I intake a shaky breath as His thumb hooks behind my teeth. He curls a finger firmly under my chin and forces me to bite softly on His knuckle, my mouth Held open ever so slightly. My Heart beats frantically and I feel a hungry ache between my legs .My breath hitches through my mouth as He pulls my Head up and nestles His own into my neck. I feel His breath, hot in my ear and I tremble with excitement. "You want pain, don't you?" His words are short and savory and my face lights up pink with heat as I feel the muscles in my hands begin to quiver. I know He can feel it against His leg and I return my hands to my knees in a feigned attempt at composure. He is right; I do want pain, we both know it. It was easy to talk about before but here, in this moment, I can't find the words to agree with Him, so I nod. "Thwack." It is harder this time, against my left thigh. The thud of His hand stays with me longer than the riding crop did and I let out a moan over His thumb, still fixed between my lips. "I've already corrected you once tonight, little girl, don't make me punish you." I shake my Head as fervently as I can around Him and manage, "Yes, Sir." I suck His thumb as it slides from my mouth and lingers for just a moment before that same strong hand is petting my hair ever so gently. I cast my eyes downward and smile to myself, waiting for Him to continue. "And you know what I am capable of doing to your beautiful-," He lingers on the word, tracing fingers across my jaw "body? The ways I can make you suffer?" My smile is stolen by another hitch in my breath and I nod, remembering this time to address Him properly. Both hands are on the curve of my jawline now, as He cups my face and pulls my gaze back to Himself. His eyes have shifted; they are lit with something I've never seen, or noticed before. He inhales a deep breathe. "You know I would never harm you. But I will hurt you. I'm not afraid to give you what you need. Do you understand?" "I do, Sir" His hands are strong and firm and oh so deliciously close to my neck. He squeezes my face once before releasing me and I sigh into Him, begging His hands to stay. He rises and moves behind me, leaving me on my knees on the floor, listening carefully to His movements and the clanking of whatever He is rummaging through. I think, for a moment, that I'd like to look behind me and steal a glimpse of it but I decide not to. He didn't say so, but I'm sure that Sir would prefer me to keep my position and...I'm also sure I'll find out what He has before long. I'm proven correct as He stands before me, holding a purple blanket and a toy I've never seen before. It is a large, flesh colored thing, with a base around the bottom as if to suction itself on to the wall or floor. He is watching my reactions to it, as I take in the size of it, which is above average but not too unrealistic, and try to predict He will do next. He seems amused with me and I feel my face flush. Sir takes a few steps backward, watching me constantly as I follow His boots with my gaze, and positions the dildo onto the sleek wooden floor. He swirls the blanket around the base of it so it circles the cock like a Christmas tree. I smile both because the idea is funny and because I feel clever for having figured out His plan. "I want you in that same position, except over Here, with that cock inside of you." I pause, waiting for further instruction, but His eyes beckon me to stand and move, so I do. Trying to kneel myself and get the toy into position is clumsy and difficult but I try my best to be poised. Finally, with one knee on the ground and the other up, I manage to move myself right onto the tip, just barely kissing it like I had Sir's thumb. The size of it is suddenly urgent and I realize that I haven't had something so big inside of me in such a long time. I ease myself downward and urge my muscles to relax, but the stretching pain intensifies as I try to edge downward and I wince. Sir sees me, and takes me by the shoulders, stopping my decent. "What's wrong, sweetie? Is it too big?" Embarrassed, and not wanting to seem weak, I look away from Him and chew on my lip. He rubs my shoulders, patiently waiting for my response. I decide to be honest, "A little, Sir." "I can help with that," He says calmly, without the slightest hint of anger or dissatisfaction in His voice, "get up." A tingle of relief and then curiosity rushes down my spine and I obey. He leads me on to the bed and guides me to bend over it, face down. My arms fold neatly above my Head and I nestle my Head into the blanket. "Stand up on your tip toes and spread your legs like a good girl," He instructs and I comply instantly. I am silence, with my Head buried into my hair. I adore when He talks to me like this, but it's as if my own words flit from my grasp. "Yes, I would love to, Sir. Anything you want, Sir." I imagine myself speaking, but I am silent. The words are lost though the feeling is not, and so obedience becomes my language. I close my eyes and spread my legs, pulling each muscle in my thighs taut and curving my ass towards Him. I hope He can see my effort, my enthusiasm, and can read in my movements those words I can't quite reach. When I've formed a position I think He'll find pleasing, I arch my back and relax into the softness of the bed. I stand stiff and obedient, letting the cool air drift over my pussy. The feeling is soon replaced by His hand, warm and large. He covers my sex with His palm and His fingers dance across my clit. My hips roll with His movements and I let myself breathe and sign audibly into my hair. My sounds spark something within Him and I bite my lip as He sighs back at me, deep like a growl. I feel His hand pivoting against me, rolling and then sliding, wet. He tempts the opening with one then two fingers and, with a gasp of breath, He is inside of me. His wrist rolls His fingers within me and my hips rock with Him. There is a hot tension in the air that we are beginning to pierce. We could be hot, hungry, and feral with one another, but we are not. Sir is restrained and purposeful now and it is somehow all the more arousing. Sir plays my body like an instrument, becoming more skilled with each stroke, and I surrender to Him, both body and mind. I am focused on Him and the pleasure my submission gives Him and, now, He is focused on me; we are balanced in beautiful harmony. Sir has been rocking, relentless, within me without changing His pace and yet the intensity is steadily dropping. I realize that my pussy is relaxing with every roll of His wrist; each thrust of His fingers is less intense. He is stretching me so I can better accommodate the dildo jutting from the floor. Suddenly, His rhythmic movements increase drastically in pressure and I gasp again before pressing my face down into the blanket. Three fingers feel like they are slamming within me, the pulsing perfectly steady and I feel a shift in my lower body. It's as if the rough thrusting is now not nearly intense enough. I am no longer fighting it sensation but leaning into it my pussy aching for more, harder, faster. "Mmm," I moan into the bed, as Sir keeps pulsing within me. My world is tinted in swirling shades of turquoise blue. He can't stop. He must not stop or I'm sure I will die right now. "Please don't stop. Please don't slow down. Please don't speed up. Please God don't stop. You can't stop. Please Sir," My mind is racing, but all I'm producing is muffled moans into the bed. But I have to ask. I always have to ask before I'm allowed to - "Please-" I mumble. And my world is ripped apart, not by an orgasm, but by the empty absence of His hand from my pussy. Turquoise turns to black and I scream into the bed, frustrated, angry, crazed, so fucking close. I kick my legs and roll over, throwing myself up onto my feet towards Him, bumping inelegantly into His chest and staring up at Him like a defiant child. I am reckless, separate somehow from the emotion bursting through me. "No! Fuck! No!" I scream in a frazzled panic. I am shaking and flailing with uncontrolled fervor, so worked up I almost feel that I could cry. I push my palms hard into his chest. "Why would you-" I am silenced. His hand has cupped my mouth and jaw so firmly that I can only breathe through my nose. His other hand is behind my neck and pulling me forward so I can't back away. His hands are so large around my Head that they almost touch each other. I lower my eyebrows and continue to stare up into His eyes, I want Him to know that I'm unhappy, that I was so close and He ripped His hand away I squint up at Him, but His eyes are gentle, kind even. I let out a long grunt or scream into His hand, grasping His unmoving wrist with both hands and stomping my feet like a toddler. I feel like throwing nothing short of a tantrum at Him, but I'm caught between His strong hands. I stomp and pull until I am tired and my breathing becomes fast and shallow. Exhausted I lower my hands and my eyes and feel just two small, frustrated tears slide from my eyes. "Shh," He coos, still grasping my Head firmly. My breathing slows, and I'm finally able to compose myself and look up at Him, defeated and drained of my defiant anger. It's as if I'd formerly lost myself and just now remembered that I am to be submissive to Him. "You're going to go back to the blanket, on your knees, with that cock inside you now. Do you understand?" He lets go of my Head, but I find myself instantly missing the hot pressure of His hands around me. "Yes, Sir," I say, but remain still until He points His finger. I fold onto my knees and position the dildo as I did before. It slides in, slick and almost effortlessly this time. But I am so full and, once I am in my kneeling position with my legs spread, I realize that I am quite locked into place. My breathing picks up at the both the bondage and my muscles pulsing with need around the cock. Sir's hands on my shoulder surprise me slightly, but in the same breath I am craning my neck back to snuggle my Head into His hip. He is warm and, even though His pants, I can smell Him. I know that He is aroused and it makes me aroused, too. I can feel wetness escaping down the shaft of the cock, tickling my skin. Something hard and cold shocks my wrist but Sir catches it before reflex can jerk it away. I feel, but don't see, the handcuffs wrap around my wrists, locking them behind my back. I roll my shoulders and try to make my hands comfortable, straightening my back and sticking out my chest. The cock feels as if it is spearing straight up from the floor and into me and, if I didn't know better, I'd swear it were the one throbbing and hot. But that feeling is coming from my own pussy, which seems to be edging itself back in the direction of orgasm at its own will...No, at Sir's will. I bite my lip and smile, almost floating at the thought of it. I am so exquisitely trapped. Sir crosses in front me and presents a second surprise, a tin piled full with wooden clothespins. My body is hot with a mix of anticipation, arousal, and fear. I look up to see Sir staring down on me with a look of adoration. I blush at His gaze but don't release it. I feel locked into His eyes as I Hear Him rummage through the tin. I still am swimming in their ocean when I feel the smooth wood touch my left side. Somehow, my eyes don't flit to the source of the stinging pinch Sir leaves behind as He draws His hand away. Pain just under the side of my breast demands my attention, but isn't strong enough to draw my eyes away from Sir until the second clothespin secures itself, just under its twin. The two demanding pins are too much and I squint my eyes clothes, just in time to feel a third added. With each addition, the pain increases, along with this hazy and confused feeling. There are too many pressure points attacking my senses. It's as if my body doesn't know which to respond to first, and is instead whirl winding them all together. How many are there, now? Six? Seven? I'm losing count, and my mind is busy melting purples into blues. Everything is foggy. "Are you okay, my girl?" Sir asks, His tone sweet and concerned. Am I okay? Sure. Yes, of course. I feel cool water on my forehead; I've broken a sweat but I don't think I've made a sound. My eyes flutter open and I examine Him, His face is gentle. Then I strain to look down at my left side, which is pinching in one hundred places, even though there are only twelve clothespins in a neat, curved line. "Yes, Sir," I breathe. I Hear my voice come out low and breathy, less pitchy and controlled than it normally is. My eyes widen at the only thing that could distract me from the pain radiating down my side. Sir unravels few feet of Hemp string and kneels down beside me. The clothespins each pull at my skin in turn as He purposefully threads the Hemp through each one. "Fuck," I grunt, pressing my eyes closed again. Fear overrides pain as a struggle to breathe deep and calm my racing Heart. I know. I know exactly what He is planning. Sir seems unbothered by my panicking. He just continues dutifully until the clothespins are strung together in one long line. As He finishes, the pain melts into one vague feeling and it is bearable again. With a slight roll of my hips, it almost melts into the pleasure of the cock pushing against my g spot. I calm my breathing and open my eyes. Sir steps forward; the budge between His legs is so close to my face that I can touch it with my nose, so I do. He pets my hair softly. "You are such a good girl," He hums, and I let my face press closer against Him, moaning a little. I swell with pride at His words, and straighten my body. Sir lets down His pants releases His cock towards me, already so erect. I feel the clothespins tug as I shift my mouth on to Him, warm and smooth. I purse my lips around the tip of Him and savor the salty sweet flavor that is pulsing through Him and into me. I imagine that this pinching, aching pain I am enduring for Him has made Him so aroused. The thought fills me with Heat and pleasure and the pain at my side is suddenly pleasure too. I adore Him this way, lost in His own sadism and toying with my senses. He uses my body and I simply feel as if I am His. His to be used. His to be toyed with. His. Sir shifts and His cock is suddenly rocking deeper in my mouth, sliding against my tongue from front to back. His hands are laced in my hair and I find myself wishing He would grab a fistful and pull. I open my lips and my throat so I won't gag and relax my body, allowing Him to guide my Head by my hair and enter me at His own pace. Each movement seems a bit stronger and a bit deeper. His grip in my hair is tightening and He begins rocking me so forcefully that I can feel the dildo push up within me with each thrust. I moan around Him which makes me cough, but His pace never slows. Tears stain down my cheeks. He is too deep now, but somehow not deep enough. I shift my hands, longing to grasp at His legs, but they are still Held secure behind my back. I am stuck. I am His. Everything, pleasure and pain and emotion, is intensifying and melting into one sensation. I feel as if I will fly away. We are shades of red, glittering with passion and intensity, glowing harder with every movement of His body and every allowance of mine. "You may cum" He offers, as if He can read me, and He reaches for the string at my side. Before I can process what He will do, the clothespins rip from me in a one quick burst. The pain is sharp and strong and, in a burst of light, my world goes white. I cum and I hurt and I shake and I scream onto His cock. Everything overwhelms me and I am sure I have died for at least a moment. I am a floating blur of feeling. I see myself crying out small sounds around Him, mumbling His name and the word 'fuck' over and over again. My mind re-enters my body and reality slowly and Sir's movements have stopped. The tip of His cock still touches my lips and I suck gently, instinctively, on it. I am a beautiful mess, shaking, limp, and wet all over, but I am His and nothing else matters. I feel as if I am still slowly waking up as Sir removes my handcuffs and lifts me off of the floor and on to the bed. I find His eyes again and they are alive with emotion, as blue as ever. His smile draws out my own and He lies beside me. I roll and cuddle into His chest, closing my eyes and savoring the feeling on His strong hands stroking my back. My pussy and the line where the clothespins had been ache together and I feel a wave of satisfaction and exhaustion. I listen to Sir's Heartbeat, which is fast but slowing just like mine. He pulls me closer and kisses the top of my Head. "What about you?" I ask, bringing my fingers to His cock, still swollen. "We're just taking a break, little one," He laughs. "There is still plenty of time for you to tend to my needs, alright?" "Alright, Sir" I smile and wrap my arms around His chest, and nothing but Him exists in all of the world. "Good girl." Good Girl All names, references, and acts in this story are fictional. No copyright infringement was intended in the making of this piece. The story is meant purely as entertainment, please talk to your partner and do research before attempting any BDSM related activities. Safe, Sane, Consensual are the three key principles whenever considering any BDSM activity. Please do not copy this story without contacting and receiving express permission from the author. This is a first time submission, so try to forgive any mistakes I've made! Any constructive criticism is appreciated. * She walked into his office again, this time with the correct stack of papers. Without looking up from the microscope, he pointed at a messy desk. "Anywhere you want to put them is fine," he murmured. Alex slammed the papers down, annoyed at the way he ignored her, the way he had been ignoring her and ordering her around in equal measure for the last few days. "You are not my boss, I'm doing this as a favor for Jamie. She's out sick and she asked me to help out around the office because you can't even take care of yourself for a few days. For heaven's sake, could you at least be slightly more pleasant?" Not, she reflected, that it hadn't been a pleasure. Working with a top scientist and professor, being able to wander around the research facilities on a big campus, had been fun, but Alex was no one's lackey anymore. She had spent years working hard to become a PR representative for a large corporation, but she felt like she was back in her first internship out of college working with Dr. James Stoll. Handsome in a quiet sort of way, Dr. Stoll was tall and lanky underneath his lab coat, and always seemed to have his light brown hair in disarray. Alex had become used to finding his glasses in odd places since he often misplaced them, but she hadn't minded since she preferred his angular face with them on. His usual assistant and her best friend from college, Jamie, had broken her leg earlier in the week and would be out of the office for at least a few more days before she could use crutches. At first, Alex hadn't minded helping her friend out, since Jamie regarded Dr. Stoll as a good friend and almost father figure, but since coming in during the evenings to work with the eclectic genius, she found herself frustrated with him more and more often. Just now, she had been bringing him research papers on the structure of mitochondria in certain deep sea crustaceans, but had brought him papers on deep sea fish instead. She was in marketing for heavens' sake, and it had been a long time since she had brushed up on her Latin classifications. After the first few days, Alex had noticed her uncharacteristic frustration with this one doctor in comparison to all the difficult clients she worked with during the day at her regular job, but chalked it up mostly to combinations of stress and caffeine, both of which were at an all time high. Soon though, one late night of catching herself staring at the professor's long fingers typing or adjusting a microscope after another made her realize she was attracted to this frustrating man. Every time he looked at her, piercing grey eyes behind his glasses demanding and ignoring her at the same time, she could feel herself grow more and more attracted to him. His voice pulling her out of the memory, she jerked herself to attention as he was saying, "I appreciate you working for me while Jamie is out, Miss Clarence. Your work has been inept but altogether acceptable." He raised his eyes from the microscope, letting her feel the full weight of his gaze before putting his glasses on, which were miraculously right where they should be. "All in all, you've been a very good girl." Alex was stunned for a moment. "A what?" She sputtered. Dr. Stoll stood, unfolding his considerable length from behind the desk to tower over her small frame. "I said, you've been a very good girl." "I don't know what you mean," Alex stammered, looking away, "I'm just helping Jamie-" "I know you are, Ms. Clarence," Dr. Stoll interrupted, reaching out his long fingers to wrap around her chin and force her hazel eyes up to his. "And I think you deserve a reward, if you'd like one." He had never touched her, never even come close, and now here he was with their bodies almost touching, but not quite, so she could feel the heat of him like a promise of things to come. Had she gone crazy? We wasn't actually proposing sex, was he? As much as it had become something of a fantasy lately, Alex was sure this was just another result of the stress and coffee she had been guzzling. "What kind of reward?" She asked warily, unable to tear her eyes from his gaze. He chuckled softly. "I think you know, Ms. Clarence. I think good girls like you deserve a reward for dealing with someone like me all week. I asked Jamie about you. She said that you were single, and that you wanted something...more out of your relationships. I've noticed you looking at me, Ms. Clarence. And I can give you the 'something more', if that's what you really want." He looked down at her, still frozen in shock. "Well? Yes or no? Will you be my good girl?" For a moment, it felt like time stretched infinitely, and the thought that Jamie shouldn't have been discussing her love life with her thesis advisor was fleeting. Alex stood motionless, but whispered the only response that occurred to her. "Yes." "I'm glad, my very good girl. Stand still while I get my things together. Do not move at all." He stepped out of her line of sight, and she didn't dare turn her head. This was incredible, an absolute fantasy of hers, to be ordered around by a man as dominant and intelligent as Dr. Stoll. For a while there was nothing, as if he had left his office, but then she heard him move behind her, shutting the door and locking it. Back where she could see him, she saw that he had shed the lab coat and tie he normally wore, rolling up the sleeves of his dark button down shirt and exposing the firm line of his throat where he had unbuttoned the shirt slightly. "You do follow direction well, don't you, my good girl?" He smiled at her confusion. He had told her not to move, but could she speak? "You may respond to me, of course, but you can use my title, Dr. Stoll, or 'Sir', if you would rather. Other than responding to my questions, remain silent unless you have a concern or feel uncomfortable. This is for our mutual pleasure, Ms. Clarence, and I do not wish to force you to do anything you do not wish. If you start to feel uneasy, please say 'yellow', and if you wish to stop altogether the safeword is 'red'. Do you understand?" She nodded, still feeling breathless. "Yes, Dr. Stoll." He chuckled again. "Yes, you are a good girl, or yes, you understand the rules?" "Um, I'll try to be a good girl, but I do understand." She shifted her weight back and forth, unsure of what to do. Dr. Stoll moved behind her. "You forgot to call me by my title, Ms. Clarence. How shall I punish you?" His long arms reached around from behind to rest on her shoulders, the weight unusually heavy to her. She could still feel the heat of his body on her back, but they were only connected by his hands gently massaging the tightness between her neck and shoulders. She relaxed into his touch for a moment, but became instantly aware as his hands unhooked the front clasp of her blazer and gently slipped it off her shoulders. Still motionless, she closed her eyes to the sensation of his long fingers sliding down her sides, the touch light but almost electric as the tips of his fingers skimmed her breasts, and settled on her waist. His thumb toyed with the button of her slacks, teasing but doing nothing. Alex gasped as Dr. Stoll nibbled the side of her neck, his mouth hot and using just an edge of teeth to set her on fire. Unable to help herself, Alex leaned back and let her head rest on his shoulder. Quickly, he flicked the button of her pants open and pushed them down. "Step out of your pants, and face me," he murmured from behind her. "Yes, Dr. Stoll." Before she could turn around he was already spinning her, soaking in the sight of her in her camisole and lacy underwear, delighted she had left on the heels that had been tormenting his thoughts for the last few days. Dr. Stoll slipped the straps of her camisole and bra down her shoulders, letting his touch linger for a moment on her delicate collarbone, his eyes never leaving hers. Without a word, Alex raised the edges of the little shirt up the sides of her stomach, and with a curt nod from the man above her, slipped both bra and cami off at the same time. Naked except for the panties and the doctor still fully clothed, she suddenly felt incredibly exposed. His mouth dipped down to kiss her lightly once, twice, and then pulled back. She looked at him confused, her eyes begging for more. For a second, she almost reached up to fist her hands in his thick hair and bring his mouth back down to hers, but his earlier command to stand still had her simply knotting her hands into fists at her sides. "Good girls get rewards, Ms. Clarence. You shall have yours, but not until after I address your little punishment. Over the desk, Ms. Clarence." He gestured to his large desk, which had been cleared for the first time since she had seen his office. A little unsteady on her heels, feeling almost tipsy from the kisses, not to mention the entire situation, Alex laid her upper body on the desk, her beautifully round ass up high like an offering. He slipped around the back of the desk near her head and produced rope from seemingly nowhere. "It's amazing how you can reuse some things, Ms. Clarence. Just last week I was wondering what to do with all this extra cord they had sent over from the exhibit opening. We had to hang some replications of the Architeuthidae, because they don't have bones, you see. And since you weigh considerably less than a thirty foot plaster squid, this ought to hold you quite nicely." He grasped her left arm firmly and brought it to the edge of the desk, where he fed her wrist through a loop in the cord and pulled until she felt he body stretch just slightly. Repeating the motion with her right arm, Alex realized she was tied down quite tightly, and could only shift her legs. Quickly, Dr. Stoll remedied that situation by securing her ankles as well. "Now then, Ms. Clarence, I rather think I've made a mistake. I see you still have one last garment to go, and I've already tied your legs down. What do you think we should do about that?" He was still behind her, one hand resting possessively on the small of her back, the other tracing light patterns just along the edge of her underwear, toying with the lace. "Please, please just take it off, Dr. Stoll. I don't care how," she panted, knowing that by this point it was all but ruined from her excitement, which had been soaking through her panties since the moment he had called her a 'good girl'. Had it really been just a few minutes ago? "Normally I don't give in to bad girls, Ms. Clarence, but I think just this once I'll agree with you." He leaned over her, his entire body pressed to hers for the first time. He swept her hair to the side and bit down on her neck just as she felt cold steel press against her thigh, his office scissors slicing through her panties on the right side, and then the left, leaving her in nothing but a necklace underneath him. She almost came for him on the spot, feeling just the bare edge of his teeth on her neck, the weight of him above her, and the sheer helplessness from the rope excited her beyond anything she had ever done before. He bit down just a little harder, and she moaned loudly. Dr. Stoll stood back up, one hand caressing her ass. Using just the tip of his finger, he traced a line down her inner thigh to her knee, and then switched legs and moved upwards. Shuddering and suddenly feeling out of control, Alex whispered, "Please," although it ended in a moan as he circled her clit with just one finger. "No, Ms. Clarence, you will wait until I decide that you are ready to come for me. Now, your punishment. Bad girls get spanked, Ms. Clarence. Count them." He began on her left cheek, light enough to not cause any real damage, but she winced for a moment and could feel her skin redden where he struck her. "One, Dr. Stoll." "That's a good girl, I see the punishment is working already. I doubt you will forget my title again." He continued until each cheek had received five stinging spanks, and when it was over Alex was panting, sure that her arousal was dripping onto the carpet. Her ass was burning, but she didn't think that it would be too sore in the morning. She felt his strong hands behind her, massaging her lower back and gently caressing the spots he had hurt. "How are you feeling, my good girl?" His hand that had been touching her ass moved down the cleft and proceeded to tease her slit, just barely. He laughed lightly as she moaned out a barely audible, "I'm feeling good, Sir." "I'm glad to hear that. Now that you've been such a good girl, taking your punishment, I think it's time for a reward, don't you?" Before she could nod, two of his fingers plunged inside her. With no warning, the sensation was almost staggering. If she hadn't already been tied down, she might have fallen. It had been a while since she had sex, but Alex couldn't even remember the last time she was this aroused by anyone. He added a finger to her clit, massaging it gently as he continued a steady rhythm with his other hand, driving her crazy with the insistent pressure. She was so close, but he pulled back after just a few minutes. Moaning her disapproval as he stepped away, Dr. Stoll laughed again. "Don't worry, it's about to get better." He knelt behind her, breathing heavily on her exposed sex before he plunged his tongue inside her, coming up occasionally to flick her clit with his fingers or tongue. Alex was panting hard, absolutely certain by now that she was dripping onto the carpet. It felt incredible, to be under this man's thumb, quite literally, but know she was choosing all of it. She was at his mercy, but she knew she could also get up and leave at any time. The pressure building inside of her increased as he squeezed one ass cheek, giving her just a touch of pain from where he had spanked her earlier. "I'm going to -" He stopped abruptly, standing behind her. "No, I don't think you will," he murmured, ignoring her protests. "You will come when I choose. You've been such a good girl, but not yet, Ms. Clarence." She could hear him unbuckling his belt behind her, and she shifted impatiently underneath him. After years working hard to become the head of her department, it had been a long time since Alex had begged for anything from anyone, but here she was, moaning and stretching in her bonds, bent over this professors desk as he undressed behind her. If he waited one more second, she thought she might have to break down and beg, plead, anything to get him to touch her. There was a brief moment where she heard him open a drawer in his desk, and the familiar sound of foil tearing and a condom being unwrapped. She breathed out a sigh of relief. Alex had never been so lost in the sensations as she was now, but children were definitely not something she had planned. She felt his hands on her ass again, gripping her waist and teasing her slit with the head of his shaft. She tried to push backwards onto it, but he had secured her too well. One hand slid up to her hair at the nape of her neck, and gripped tightly, letting her feel the strength of his long fingers that had just been inside of her. "I'm going to take you now, my good girl. You've been so helpful this week, although I nearly lost my mind watching you prance around my office in those heels. You've been such a good girl, and good girls get rewarded." She nodded, enjoying the pinch as she pulled away from his grip on her hair. "Yes, Dr. Stoll," she whispered. Firmly, slowly, he entered her with the same insistent pressure that he had done everything else with. She marveled at the sensation, her complete helplessness in this position. He rested there, completely sheathed inside her for a moment. Alex felt her inner walls pulse, the feeling of him inside her was just so full, almost too much, but not quite. "Shall we begin?" He asked, and she had no idea what he meant, but at this point she only ever wanted to say one thing to him. "Yes, Dr. Stoll." "Good girl." His rhythm picked up as he moved inside her, not the inexperienced pounding of so many other men, but gliding back and forth, over that one spot, the precise spot she wasn't sure any other man had ever found inside of her. Dr. Stoll gripped her hips tighter with one hand for a moment, and then leaned his weight on her as he dipped his hand around the front of her thigh to reach for her clit. "Please, I need to -" It was too much, too many sensations as she felt the rope bite into her wrist, his hand gripping her hair to pull her head back, exposing her neck to his teeth. And all the while, he smoothly fucked her, for at this point there was no other word to describe the sensation. He played her body like an instrument, and she had never felt such ecstasy in her entire life. "Would you like to come for me, Ms. Clarence?" It was incredible, but his breathing remained steady the whole time. He might have been asking if she would like tea or coffee. She couldn't make any noises other than unintelligible moaning, but tried to nod her head in his grasp. "Come for me then, my good girl," he murmured in her ear, just as he broke his unending rhythm and made one last, rough stroke inside her, slamming his hips against her ass. She wasn't sure if she had shattered into a million pieces, or if perhaps the world was melting all around her, but Alex screamed, uncaring that they were still in his office. It was late, but a few professors stayed to work after office hours, just as Dr. Stoll did. The sensation of earth-shattering pleasure gave way after a minute or two to a floating, weightless feeling, and Alex chuckled. "What is so funny, Ms. Clarence?" Dr. Stoll stood up behind her, gently removing himself. She heard him move behind her, and the shuffle of cloth and the belt buckle clinking told her he was getting dressed. "I was just thinking, I'm glad you tied me down, because I'm not sure I feel very connected to the ground right now," she muttered sleepily, all her energy spent as she lay there, fully content. "Ah. Well, I could always just leave you like this. Actually, I think I might like coming into the office much more if I knew this is what would be waiting." He laughed at her sharp look. "Kidding, mostly. Here, let me undo those for you." As he untied her arms, he massaged Alex's shoulders and wrists, which were surprisingly sore. After he had released her ankles as well, Alex stood, still a little unsteady, looking at the red marks where she had pulled at her bonds. "Were the restraints too tight?" He took both her wrists in one hand to inspect them. "Not at all, they were perfect. I guess I just squirmed a little too much." After a second, she added, "Dr. Stoll." "No need for that anymore, Ms. Clarence. When we're not playing, we can just be Alex and James, if you prefer. Well, supposing that we ever play again. Would you like to?" She was surprised by how much she like him asking her, the hopefulness in his eyes. Without hesitation, and as she had said from the very beginning, she replied, "Yes, Dr. Stoll." "Good girl." Good Girl She lay sprawled on her stomach on the thick duvet. Her hands were level with her head and gripped the pillows tighter in time with the thrusts that shook the bed. She had given up trying to escape into her thoughts within the first few minutes and instead quietly -apart from the odd wince- endured. Distracting herself proved impossible when his grunts and satisfied moans spilled constantly into her ear and the sound of his balls slapping her flesh filled the bedroom. The fullness invading her was beyond uncomfortable and well beyond bearable pain yet he thrust into her with abandon over and over again, breaching her resisting rings of muscle to force them to stretch and accept his girth. He released a particularly deep and lustful moan as he sunk balls deep yet again and her stubborn muscles clenched tightly on the base of his cock in protest. Knees on the bed either side of her hips and one hand placed by her head for leverage, the other gripping her waist tightly with greedy possessive fingers, he pulled out then pistoned back in to her ass with relish. A few seconds passed while he held himself still within her hot and constricting passage panting with the effort of not releasing into her anus right there and then. Of course he wanted this to last. This experience was one he savoured not endured as she did. A tortured "Oh fuck. You're so fucking tight" was breathed onto the back of her neck while he tried to bring himself back from the precipice. She swallowed tightly and allowed herself a slight stretching and rearrangement of her limbs in the pause, trying to find a position that brought relief to her cramped muscles with little success. She knew that nothing would really take any of the pain away until he withdrew his member from her tired and bruised passage. But he was clearly in no rush tonight. "I'll be done soon baby, you just feel so good" accompanied another sickening pull and thrust. The hand at her small waist gripped even tighter as he resumed his punishing pace. She'd bruise there for sure. He'd pretend to be sorry when he saw it but she knew from the light in his eyes what he really felt was satisfaction. She winced at a particularly hard thrust and managed to hold back a sob. The bed shook harder and faster in rhythm with his efforts. "Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "Fuck yes." Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back and down her crack. She gripped the pillows with all she had. Just a little longer, just a little longer... Suddenly both his hands moved to grip the flesh of her buttocks in a punishing grip, lewdly spreading them apart to give a clear view of his thick, veiny cock feeding into her rectum. A thick satisfied grunt showed his appreciation of the sight before him. A slow withdrawal till all that remained was the tip revealed a cock engorged and darkened with the blood her sphincter muscles wouldn't let escape, and allowed some precum to leak out of her hole. She shivered lightly battling feelings of cheapness and debasement as the cum trickled down and between her legs. But in no time at all he was forging back in reclaiming what they both knew indisputably belonged to him whether she wanted him there or not. Thankfully just three rapid pumps later had him tensing and coming powerfully with a hitch in his breaths and a few final "oh fucks". He slumped down on her, breathing heavily following his release and began to kiss her neck and shoulders lightly while sliding his hands between her and the bed to fondle her breasts. He exhaled with deep sated contentment and muttered a "thank you" into her ear. She hated herself the most in these moments, for being pleased that she pleased him. Eventually he recovered enough to pull out of her bottom and she shuddered with relief. But, he remained straddled on her legs so she could feel the wet and heavy weight of his penis on her thigh. "I'm almost done now darling. You did so good. Just let me see and you can go to sleep." They'd been here enough times that she knew what he expected. She hitched her hips up and stuck her bottom in the air towards him, reached back with her arms and pulled the cheeks of her rounded ass firmly apart. She knew better than to let her shyness overcome her now. Giving him anything less than an unobstructed view to his thick white cum dripping from her ravaged hole meant he would fuck her again until she learnt to do otherwise. "Good girl" he said stroking her legs with a proprietary air as he watched. When he was satisfied he guided her to lie on her side and spooned her from behind. Play time was finally over. A hesitant glance to confirm that this was the case met with a reassuring smile from him and she finally felt free to detangle herself from her brother, reach for her pyjamas on the other side of the bed and put them on. He pulled on his boxers while she dressed then lay back and watched her silently. Her eyes met his repeatedly as she dressed and skirted nervously away from his each time. She always found it hard to adjust to "normal" Alex so soon after "lustful" Alex had used her so thoroughly. Although taking her up the ass wasn't a luxury he let himself indulge in often. Not that that meant he kept his hands to himself she thought bitterly. He just preferred to fuck her mouth or even take matters into his own hands while making her display herself to him. Anything that allowed him to maintain the illusion that he loved her and would never hurt her. Difficult to do when she spent days struggling with pain after he sodomised her. "Come here." She crawled back into the bed at his command and he directed her into his lap and her head onto his chest. He placed a kiss on her forehead while stroking her scalp and running his fingers through her tight dark curls. He didn't seem inclined to leave her room anytime soon but his touch was innocent enough now. "How's college?" She responded with a sleepy shrug and a slurred "Mmm it's okay". Bree always loved when he played with her hair and he knew it. Unashamedly exploited it. A small chuckle from him then "Go to sleep sweetheart. I've got you" She fell asleep with no further hesitation, wrapped snugly in the arms and promises of protection from the very man who caused her more distress than anything else in her life. Good Girl THE END..... Good Girl John and Melanie always loved to play dress up. For them, role playing during sex just made it ten times better. They loved to explore their most naughty and kinky sides and see just how far they both would go. It had been several weeks since their last role-playing encounter where Melanie had dressed as a sex kitten and got on her knees to drink milk from a saucer on the floor. John was bugging her more and more often lately to get back into role playing during their intimate moments, but Melanie always denied him, saying that she had some secret plan in the works and asking him to trust her because it would be worth the wait. It had taken Melanie nearly a month to find all of the items that she needed for her secret plan, but now that she had them, she waited quietly for the right moment to surprise him. John had a tough day at work the day his surprise came. It probably would have been a much easier day to bear if he had known what was waiting for him upon his arrival home that night. He drug himself out of his car and up the driveway leading to their house, barely able to stand another moment. His feet and back ached and he longed to be inside his warm home with his wonderful new wife and to try to escape the worries of the day. As he approached the front door of the house, he noticed that it was dark inside and there was no sign of Melanie stirring about as she usually did when she heard his car pull into the drive. He slowly opened the door, fumbling with the lock and entered into his home. "Melanie? Honey? Where are you babe?" he called out. "I'm in the bedroom, just have a seat in the living room, I'll be out in just a second hun," she replied. He entered the living room and plopped himself down on his favorite sitting spot, his big, comfortable couch. Taking the weight off of his feet was the best feeling he had experienced all day and as he sat he let out a sigh of relief. He began to unbutton his shirt and take it off, throwing it over the back of the couch. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes and just sat, motionless, so very glad to be home at last. He must have dozed off for a few minutes, because the next thing he knew he was awakened by the sounds of hard-soled shoes walking toward him on their wood floor. He could barely make out what it was that Melanie was up to, because the house was still very dimly lit. But, as she approached the couch, her outline became much clearer and when he saw what was before him, his head sprang up, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. There Melanie stood before him. The shoes he had heard were little black dress shoes, which were accompanied by knee high white socks. At her waist was a red, blue and black plaid skirt that finished just at her mid-thigh. She wore a white, button-down blouse that was rolled up at the sleeve and tied below her breasts. All but two of the buttons on the blouse were unbuttoned, revealing copious amounts of cleavage. Her hair was back in a single pony tail, tied with a white ribbon…she was the perfect little Catholic school girl. She twisted her right foot inward on the tiptoe and proceeded to grind it into the floor while biting her lower lip and giving him the most innocent eyes she could manage. It was all he could do not to jump up and take her instantly. Instead, he remained seated, his expression still one of surprise. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think you look fucking amazing, and I…I…uh…" he stuttered. She brought her finger up to her lips and whispered, "Shhhh." She came closer to him and as the light began to reveal her even more, John could feel himself getting aroused. Her long, brown pony tail swished as she walked and she was obviously wearing some kind of lip gloss because her lips shined with wetness. He took his right hand and patted his thigh. "Come sit with me," he said. "Come sit on my lap." She approached him and sat down gently on his right leg, facing him. He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her close and kissed her hard on the lips, smearing her shiny gloss. "So tell me, Melanie," he asked, "have you been a good girl today?" "Mmmhmm" she mumbled as her pinkie finger seductively hung out of her mouth and she shook her head yes. "Good," he said as he stroked her hair and back, "because I'd hate to have to spank you." And with that statement, he let his hand swiftly swat her bottom. He pulled her close once again and kissed her hard as his hand shoved itself underneath her shirt. Seeing that the shirt was providing much resistance to his advances, he took a firm hold on it and ripped it right off of her chest. Buttons popped and went flying to the floor and her bare chest was exposed to him instantly. He grabbed at her left breast and then took the right one into his mouth, sucking on it and licking the nipple. She leaned her head back and just took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her husband being so dominant and owning her body. Suddenly, the hand that was on her left breast moved to her inner thigh. He moved his hand up under her skirt and met very small, white, cotton panties. He quickly pushed them aside and moved his middle finger to her lips, which were already soaked with lubrication. She gasped for breath as his fingers explored her insides, pausing only to spend time rubbing her very swollen clit. It was at this time that he noticed that something was different. With her panties still on, it was hard for him to tell, so he asked her to stand up and take them off. She rose from his lap, took her hands to her hips and proceeded to pull her panties down to her ankles and step out of them. He beckoned her closer and when she was standing right in front of his face, he lifted her skirt. To his amazement and complete satisfaction, her freshly shaved pussy was completely bare before him. He looked up at her and smiled. "When did you do this?" he asked. "This morning while you were at work," she giggled, "I wanted to play the part properly." "Is it sensitive?" he asked as his fingers began to roam all over her mound. "A little." she replied. The idea that she shaved herself just for him excited him to no end. He was as hard as a rock underneath his clothes and he could not wait to experience just how sensitive she was. As she stood before him, he took his right index finger and slid it between her lips and right onto her clit. As he rubbed it, he took his thumb and ran it along the smoothness of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed at the command of his fingers. He then took his index finger from her clit and proceeded to push it inside her, pumping it in and out, feeling all of her wetness drip down on his hand. With his free hand, he began to unzip the back of her skirt. When he was done, he pulled his finger out of her and took both of his hands to her waist, pulling the skirt down to the floor. His beautiful wife stood before him, naked now except for her socks and shoes. He leaned back on the couch, took off the remainder of his clothes and then pulled her on top of him. She was straddling him, her breasts at his chin. He took his hands, put them on her hips and pushed her down onto his hardness. He had made her so incredibly wet earlier that the entrance of his penis into her was smooth and she felt as soft as silk. He made her sit with her full weight on him, his dick going as deep as it possibly could. He put his hands on her ass and began to make her fuck him up and down. Her hands reached behind him and grabbed onto the back of the couch, giving herself leverage to be able to ride him with full force. As his dick pumped in and out of her, he took her breasts once again into his mouth. It was all she could do not to come on him at that very moment. He took the opportunity to look at what he was experiencing….the sight of his very shaved wife in her knee high socks and shiny black shoes, her pony tail still swishing behind her was enough to drive him crazy. He pushed her down on him even harder and he raised his hips to meet her every thrust. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and he knew that he was close. He stopped thrusting her for a moment and suddenly flipped her over onto the couch so that she was below him. His dominant side took over and he began to fuck her as hard as he could, grunting and growling with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around him, her cold shoes meeting at his ass to help push him in. Her hands reached up to grab the arm of the couch behind her head and she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she came on him, squeezing his dick so incredibly hard, which was enough to send him off. He screamed her name as he came into her harder than he ever had before. When he was finished, he let himself fall on top of her and they caught their breath together. "Oh my God, honey, you were such a good girl." he said. She smiled at him and then kissed gently. She loved the fact that they could share moments like this; moments that most couples would shudder at and be embarrassed to admit to. She was glad that her surprise had gone over well and now it was time to sit back, enjoy the reward for her effort and think of ideas for the next surprise she would give her very lucky husband. Good Girl She clutched the small envelope between her fingers and stood at the door waiting for her taxi. The only information He'd given her was how to prepare herself - shaven, make-up, hair down and curly; what to wear - black corset, garter belt, stockings, 3-inch heels, miniskirt, no panties, and a short coat to cover her shoulders; and what to bring - toys, rope and other specific items. Her fingers toyed with the delicate collar around her neck. He'd called and said that He'd left a piece of paper in her mailbox with an address on it. She was not to look at it. Simply to call a cab and tell the driver that she'd give him the address when he arrived. She was nervous, but excited as well. Of course, walking around without panties tended to have that affect on her. She fidgeted and looked up and down the street. Flipping open her cell phone, she saw that it was 6:02 p.m. He'd told her to be at her destination by 6:15 SHARP, and that it would take about ten minutes from her house. "Come on, come ON," she muttered to the cab driver, willing him to get there a bit faster. Finally, at 6:04, the cab pulled up to the curb. She locked the door and walked as elegantly as possible in her heels down to the cab. The driver opened her door and helped her in. As she slipped one leg at a time into the car, she saw the cab driver glance at the garter straps beneath her skirt. Blushing, she pulled her other leg in, said "thank you," and turned away from him. The driver got into the front, looked at her in the rear view mirror and said "Where to, Miss?" She handed him the envelope and said "My, um, boyfriend is surprising me, so I don't know where we're going, but here's the address." Seeing that the envelope wasn't even sealed, the driver's eyebrows went up. "You didn't even peek?" he asked. She shook her head and smiled secretively. "No, I didn't. I promised Him I wouldn't." Looking at the paper, he laughed and said, "Must be a heck of a surprise." She simply smiled and looked out the window as they drove. Now came the second part of His directions. While on her way, she was to finger her pussy and make sure she was wet for Him when she arrived. But, she could not cum, and she could not let the driver see what she was doing. She'd thought about this while waiting for the cab. Pulling one leg up and across the other, she put her purse in her lap and slid her left hand underneath it. Glancing at the driver, to make sure he wasn't watching, she looked out the window and tried to look interested in the scenery while she rubbed her fingers over her already swollen clit. She thought of Him - of His eyes, His cock in her mouth, in her pussy, His hands stroking, pinching, smacking her ass and thighs. Her clit throbbed. Just knowing that she was doing exactly what He asked of her - knowing she was pleasing Him, was enough to make her cunt slippery. She took slow, deep, quiet breaths and slipped a finger inside her wet folds. She was shocked to feel just how wet she was already. Pulling her dripping fingers back out, she continued to rub her clit gently, to heighten the excitement, but not make herself cum. She hoped the driver couldn't smell her sex from the front seat. Glancing towards the front again, she saw him looking at her with an amused expression on His face. She smiled an innocent smile at him and turned away quickly before he recognized any look of excitement in her face. After all, it wasn't for the driver, it was for Him. "Ok, we're almost there, Miss," said the driver. Sliding her hand back out from beneath her skirt, she took some Kleenex from her purse and dried her fingers. They pulled up outside of what looked like a condo in a nearby suburb. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even paid attention to the drive there, and had no idea where she was. The driver got out and opened her door. As she searched her purse for her wallet, the driver touched her arm and said, "No, Miss. Your friend already took care of the cab fee. It was in the envelope." And with a wink, he shut the door behind her and watched her walk up the sidewalk. "Thank you," she said to him as she turned and climbed the steps. As the taxi drove away, she looked at the clock on her phone - 6:14 p.m. Her heartbeat sped a bit and she walked up the last few stairs quickly. Now, for His third directive. She opened her bag and took out a blindfold. It was a blue silk eye cover, usually used for sleeping. She slipped it over her eyes, held her bags in one hand and knocked on the door with the other. She felt a rush of air as the front door opened and smelled His cologne. "Your timing is perfect, my slut," He said. "Six-fifteen on the dot." She smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir." Taking her hand, He helped her to step up through the doorway. Once inside, He took her bags and her coat. "Turn around slowly," He said. "I want to see how you've dressed for me." She stepped forward lightly on one toe, arms slightly outward and turned her back to Him. "Stop," He said. Taking her by the hair, He pulled her left hand to His face. She felt Him smile. "Good," He said. "I see you've followed directions." She blushed and gasped as He forced her to bend forward and slipped His hand between her legs. She felt His fingers slide along her slit and toward her clit. A small moan escaped her lips. "Hmmm," He said. "Wet, yes, but you can be much more wet than that." She swallowed tightly. He was disappointed in her. He pulled her upright again quickly, and walked her to the right. Releasing her hair, He said, "There are 15 steps. Count them as you walk up." She felt for the first step with her shoe, stepped up and counted, "One....two....three...." "....Fifteen." When she reached the top, she stopped and waited. She could feel that He was only a couple of steps behind her. When He reached the top, He brushed her hair to one side and grazed His lips over her shoulder, making her shiver. "Walk three steps forward, turn to your left, and walk four more steps," He whispered in her ear. She complied, staying silent, as He had not told her to count aloud this time. When she turned and took the last four steps, she felt the floor change from carpet to wood. She stopped and placed her hands behind her back, one wrist in the opposite hand, waiting for further direction. She felt Him walk into the room and heard Him sit down in a chair somewhere off to her right. "Turn to your right, walk four steps and then turn around to face me," He said. She complied, stopping and turning in the direction she'd heard His voice. "Take off your skirt," He said. She reached back, unzipped her skirt, letting it fall. "Should I fold it, Sir?" she asked. "Yes," He replied. "Fold it and give it to me." She picked up the skirt, folded it neatly and held it out in front of her, where He took it from her hands. "Step back and sit," He said. She stepped back gingerly, and felt a bed behind her. She sat down, hands in her lap. "Spread your legs," He said. She spread her legs slowly, keeping one hand on each thigh. "Wider," He said softly. She forced her legs as wide as they would go, without losing her balance. "Move back onto the bed so you can lie down," He instructed. She followed suit, keeping her legs spread as He'd asked. "Now," He said more forcefully, "Touch yourself for me. But you are not allowed to cum until I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," she said quietly. "What?" He said in a deep, strong tone. "Yes, Sir, I understand," she replied more loudly. She reached down with both hands, stroking them across her thighs and over the lips of her pussy. "Spread your pussy for me," He said. She spread the lips of her pussy wide, feeling the wetness all over the lips and clit. She moaned and arched her back as much as she could in the confines of the tight corset. Keeping the folds spread with one hand, she used her other hand to explore herself. Rubbing her clit gently, sliding one finger in and out of herself, she moaned as her excitement built. Knowing He was watching her turned her on completely. She felt herself close to an orgasm, so she stayed away from her clit and drove two fingers into her pussy, fucking herself slowly. "Mmmmmm, ahhhhhh," were the only sounds she would allow to escape her lips. "Slide a finger into your ass for me," He said. Taking her slippery fingers out, she reached underneath her body and slipped her middle finger into her tight ass. 'God this feels good,' she thought. "Fuck your ass for me, slut," he said. She slipped her finger in and out of the tight opening, and felt her wetness drip from her pussy down onto her fingers. She breathed more slowly to keep herself from the orgasm that threatened to spill over her body. "Reach to your right, and pick up the dildo there," He said. Keeping her finger in her ass, she reached over with the other hand and felt around until she found a monstrous dildo on the bed next to her. It had to be at least 10 inches long, and nearly as thick as her wrist! She couldn't imagine what He wanted her to do with THIS! "Get it wet and fuck yourself with that fat cock for me, my slut," He said. "May I use both hands, Sir?" she requested, a small tremble in her voice. "Does my slut need two hands to handle that big cock?" He asked. "Yes, Sir, it's bigger than anything I've ever used," she replied. "Then yes, you may use both hands," He said. She could feel His excitement as she took the dick in both of her hands and licked the head. She held it up so He would have a good view of it sliding into her mouth. She could only get a couple of inches of it in, because it was so thick! Once she'd gotten it good and wet, she spread her cunt wide with one hand and rubbed the head of the dildo up and down to get it slick with her juices. It took some work to get the head of the cock into her, and she cried out when the head slid into her. "STOP," she heard Him say loudly. She jumped, but held it there and didn't move. "Take your hand off of it, and hold it inside of yourself, right there - just the head - using only your pussy." She did as He asked, clamping onto the head of the huge cock and holding it just inside the threshold of her cunt. As she laid there, she became more excited. She wanted to plunge this huge cock inside of her and fuck herself! She wanted it so badly. But she could not move, and could not say anything. Her breathing became a bit quicker. He noticed. "Does my slut want that big cock inside her?" He asked. "Oh, yes, Sir," she said. "How badly do you want it, slut?" He asked. "Oh god, Sir, I need it, I need to be fucked. I need this big cock inside of me," she moaned and tried not to move. He was silent for what seemed like hours, but was truly only minutes. "Fuck yourself, slut," He said. Greedily, she reached down, grabbed the cock and forced it, inch by inch into her dripping cunt. "Pull your legs up," He said. She threw her legs up over her head so He would have a better view of her pussy being stretched to its limits with this huge cock sliding into her slowly and deeply. She took as much as she could and then pulled it back out slowly, getting her cunt used to the sensation of being stretched so tightly. After a few strokes, it became more comfortable, and she started a slow rhythm of fucking herself. Then, she felt it, she felt the orgasm building from between her legs, boiling upward into her. She stopped fucking herself. "Why did you stop, slut?" He demanded. "Because, Sir," she replied, breathlessly, "I am trying not to cum, Sir." He laughed, low and musically - she loved the sound of His laugh. "Ahh, I see," He said. "My slut likes her pussy being stretched wide by the big cock I've given her, is that it?" "Ohhhhh, yes, Sir," she replied, squirming with the dildo firmly and deeply inside of her. "Well, I must make sure that you follow my directions, slut," He said, and suddenly pulled the cock out of her pussy, pushing her legs back onto the bed. She gasped and raised her head. Why had He done that? Why would He take it away from her? Her body was begging for release and she wanted to cry. He was on the bed next to her then, hand on her throat. "You'll suck my cock until I tell you otherwise, is that understood, slut?" He said against her cheek. She gulped and managed to whisper "Yes, Sir," before she felt the head of His cock on her lips. She licked the drop of precum from the tip. Realizing He was already hard thrilled her. She HAD made Him happy! She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, then sucked the length of Him into her mouth, snaking her tongue down the shaft. Using one hand, she milked Him as she moved her mouth in small circles, alternating sucking in the soft skin covering His hard prick, and softly tonguing the underside of the head. She heard Him suck in His breath with a hiss, as He reached down to where her breasts had begun to peek out of the top of the corset and pinched one of her nipples. She moaned around His cock and began to suck more fervently. She pulled her legs together so she could grind her clit against her thighs. He smacked her breast and she gasped. "Did I tell you to close your legs?" He asked. She shook her head and immediately spread her legs open. He pulled her hands away from His cock, grabbed her by the hair and began to fuck her face. She could feel the head of His cock hit the back of her throat and breathed through her nose so she wouldn't gag on Him. She felt a couple of tears spill out of her eyes from having her mouth and throat pounded so hard by Him. Suddenly, He pulled His cock out of her mouth. "On your knees, slut," he demanded. Catching her breath and moving as quickly as she could, she flipped over onto her knees, resting her head on her hands and forearms. He moved behind her, smacking her ass as He moved. "So, you liked the toy I gave you, did you?" He asked. "Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir," she replied. She felt the head of the dildo at her opening. She knew it was the dildo and not his cock by the cold feel of the silicone. He slipped the head of it in and said "Hold it." She clenched her pussy around the cock as tightly as she could, but He let go of the other end, so she had to work harder to hold onto it. She turned her face into the bed and breathed deeply, but could feel it slipping because her cunt was already so slick. He picked up the other end of the dildo and slid it into her tight pussy with one long, slow stroke. She gasped. She felt so incredibly full! She knew if he kept moving it, she would cum. He fucked her with the huge cock, starting slowly, then building up to short, faster strokes. Her breathing became labored, difficult. She began to hold her breath and think of anything, anything else. "Do you want to cum, my slut?" He asked her. "Yes Sir yes Sir yes Sir," she nearly screamed. "Then cum for me," He said. He slammed the cock into her and she screamed her orgasm out to Him, pumping her hips and pouring what felt like gallons of wetness all over the cock, His hand, and - she was sure of it - all over Him. He kept fucking her, and she just kept cumming and cumming, over and over until she could not distinguish one from another and it became one long, continuous orgasm. He pulled the cock from her and she felt Him slide his own long prick into her soaked and swollen cunt. He smacked her ass and fucked her hard as she continued to cum for Him. "Thank you, Sir, oh god, yes, fuck me, please!" she shouted to Him. He reached down and grabbed her hair, and with final, forceful strokes, rammed His cock into her, and she felt the hot splashes of His cum in the deepest parts of her. She cried out, clenching herself around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him and holding Him inside of her, heart thudding in her chest. "Oh god, oh god, thank you Sir, thank you, Sir," she breathed into her hands, coming down slowly from the orgasms, legs shaking. He leaned over her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her to Him so they could lie together on the bed, his cock still inside of her. He reached up and pulled off the blindfold, kissing her neck and cheek. "Very good, my slut," he whispered. "But you know I'm not finished yet..." Good Girl It's dark where you are, behind the blindfold you wear - a red bandana. We're in the car, you can hear the traffic passing, sense my presence in the driving seat. You are wearing what I told you to wear, like a good girl should - a short, black, pleated skirt, red silk panties with a lace trim, plain black stockings, a white blouse, transparent enough to see the frilled edges of your bra. Red lipstick contrasted against your pure, fair skin - hair down over your shoulders. It's a hot summer night, the window is cracked and you can feel the warm wind passing, flicking your hair, breezing like a breath across your face and mouth. Your mouth is dry from the heat, from your excitement wrestling with your fear. Your heart beats, thump-thump-thump, inside your chest, and you almost want to pee as your asshole twitches in anticipation. You lick your dry lips, your breathing laboured, but deep, filling your lungs each time. Every time you exhale, you can feel your nipples pointing inside your bra, brushing against your blouse. You already feel like a whore and there is a desperation inside your tummy that turns in circles. It almost makes you feel queasy, from your throat, through your empty belly down into your ass. You sit in the passenger seat. It's a hot night, you can feel yourself sweat, skin sticky against the leather upholstery. The sweat is beading on you and you're glowing, face shiny, breathing with your lips parted. Your hands are numb, you're legs have had your flat palms trapped since I told you to sit on them. It makes you feel vulnerable, but you've resisted the urge to take them away, like a good girl does. The knuckles on your hands are pressing against your hamstrings, spreading the muscles of your slender thighs. Your thighs are beautiful, I can barely keep my eyes on the road for fawning over them. Firm, shining with sweat from the torrid heat, glistening where I spread your cum - high up your thighs, inside where there's soft flesh - right where they meet your panties. Red silk tight around your pussy, I can see your slit and lips perfect sculpted into the material. Your panties are soaking wet with cum - it's been a long drive and we've stopped five times already - pulled off the highway. Each time you've not moved at my behest, but sat there obediently as I lifted the front of your skirt. I put my hand down the front of your panties and fingered you while we go through all that I expect of you - "I'm your good girl. I'm your whore. I'm your slut. I'm your cocksucker." I watch your red lips say the words as I frig your clit. "I want to do as I'm told. I'm a dirty bitch that need to be fucked." You start to pant, squirm in your seat, squirm in the darkness, wondering how close those voices outside the car are. "I need to be used." Can they hear you, can they see you? "Own me. Fuck me." Your voice quivers. "Fuck my body. Rape me. Use me. Please make me your fucktoy" I always insist you save the last line for the moment you orgasm - when you bite your bottom lip and you shift in your seat to instinctively draw back from my insistent fingers. "Are you alright, Kate?" "Yes," you pant, "yes, Sir." "What are you?" "A cumming cockwhore." "That's a good girl." "Thank you." You feel so dirty - hot, sweating, your flaming fingered twat sitting in your sodden panties. You feel like a dirty whore fucked five times in a row. A certain liberation mixes with your shame, which has become stronger each time we've set off on the road again. The more shameful you feel, the freer your slut feels. As I drive, my hand is between your hot thighs, feeling the saturated gusset of your panties. I can feel your cunt hole through the fabric, feel your sticky pussy juice on my fingertips. You feel my wet fingertips massage the skin inside your thigh and your whole body sizzles, from the post-orgasm and the heat and the continual sense of exposure. The indicator, then the crunch of gravel, and we've left the highway. On a hot humid night you can smell the pine needles and the silence grow as the sounds of the highway fade away. You can hear your heart beat, feel the car bounce, and your panties sticking you your messy cunt lips. The whole car smells of your aroused vagina - its intoxicating - to me and to you. Good Girl "Get down on your knees. Crawl to me. Don't speak." My eyes are locked on her as she follows my orders, no questions asked. I still get nervous at the beginning of each scene. I still feel a chill down my spine when she says "yes Mistress," in that soft, sweet voice of hers. She's half-way across the room and she looks up at me. In her pale blue eyes I see my reason for being. With just a quick glance up, she says so many things. I am a truly lucky woman. "Wait. Stop there. Up on your heels." I take a deep breath. There are butterflies in my stomach but I am in control. The few seconds it takes to walk the four or feet from the bed to her feel like an eternity. I'm sure she feels the same way crawling toward me. "Look into my eyes, girl." Our eyes connect. I see stars. Softly, I smile down at her--my girl, my love, my everything. I reach down with fingers trembling and gently caress her cheek. She sighs softly and her eyes close. With one finger I slowly trace her lips. We're in a rhythm now. She opens her mouth, willingly accepting my finger, sucking it; her eyes are locked on mine. I pull my hand away and my finger slips from her mouth with a "pop." I slowly slide my hand to the back of her head; my fingers tangle in her light brown hair. I am in control. Time stands still. Tilting her head back with a gentle tug of her hair, I lean down and softly kiss her waiting mouth. She wants to touch me--to wrap her arms around me. As much as I want to let her, now is not the time. With the end of our kiss, I feel her body relax. I let go of her hair and walk behind her. "On all fours." Her ass really is perfect. Her skin is so smooth, so flawless. As beautiful as it is now, it's even more beautiful when it's bright red. I scrape my nails down her back with excruciating slowness--all the way down over her ass. She arches and groans as I lovingly caress her skin. "Count." I draw my hand back and with a resounding "SMACK" it connects. She draws in a sharp breath and softly exhales, "One, Mistress. May I have another?" She's such a good girl. SMACK! She tenses up. "Two, Mistress. May I have another?" I'm in my element. SMACK! She whimpers, "Three Mistress-" before she can finish the sentence I surprise her with three rapid blows. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She fights a scream. We really mustn't wake the neighbors. These apartment walls are much too thin. Panting, she says, "Thank You Mistress." Her ass is a nice shade of bright pink. A sheen of sweat is covering her body. The need to stop everything and take her right here on the floor is overwhelming. I can sense her need too. I can smell it. I reach down and teasingly run a finger along her pussy--so wet, so warm. She wants me. She needs me. Easily my fingers slides past her outer lips and into her warm center. A soft moan escapes her lips as she presses her hips down on my hand. "Such a wanton slave, I have..." Slowly I bring my glistening finger to my lips and taste her. "Mmmm you're delicious, pet." "Thank You Mistress." she whimpers. She beginning to squirm now. She's growing restless. Quickly I pull a leather flogger from a hook on the wall and smack her ass with it, reaffirming my control. "Do you want more, slave?" I tease her with the straps of leather, caressing her burning skin with the tips of the flogger. As she begins to answer I respond with a sharp SMACK of my palm against her bare ass. "Yes Mistress, please..." She's quivering at my feet. My last blow surprised her and she fell forward on her elbows. She looks so good this way--ass in the air, presented for me. "Beg for it, girl. Make me think you want it more than anything in the world." Shes slipping now--going to that place inside her head. Her voice sounds distant but still filled with need. She really is mine now. How easy it would be to do whatever I want...This power is intoxicating. "Please Mistress, again..." her voice trails off as I draw back my hand, "with a crop this time, Ma'am. Push me harder Mistress, I need it...I need You." She's whimpering, still squirming, but drifting deeper and deeper inside her head to a place where only she and I exist. I exchange the leather flogger for a stiff riding crop, one she presented to me on my birthday. It's always been her favorite. With a flick of my wrist I snap the end of the crop against the small of her back. In almost a whisper she says, "Thank You Mistress..." Again I bring the crop down on her, the shaft leaving a bright red mark across her ass. She's completely silent now, save a few whimpers. She's in heaven. I raise my arm higher, this time flicking the end of the crop along the backs of her thighs. She starts whispering, begging, "Please Mistress, more...harder..." Three quick lashes across her thighs--SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her moans mixed with the snap of the crop are a symphony in my ears. This is the stuff life is made of. Her whispered words are incoherent now. Still, she urges me on. I land the crop right across her ass. The red lines are beginning to blur into one mark. Again--SMACK! She rewards me with a moan. SMACK!--a muffled cry. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Finally she collapses on the floor from exhaustion, tears falling from her eyes. I let the crop fall to the floor as I bend down and pick her up. She's so weak, so vulnerable now. Carrying her to the bed, I whisper in her ear, "You're such a good girl. Mistress loves you, pet." Good Girl, Bad Cop Jenny was a very beautiful young woman in her early twenties with tan, sun-kissed skin and golden, honey colored hair. She was in her third semester in college, but wasn't your typical college student. She rarely partied on weekends and almost never drank. College meant something more to her. Having grown up spoiled by her wealthy parents, her father made it very clear to her that if she wanted to continue her expensive lifestyle she would have to attend all of her classes and do well. So she made it a point to always complete her assignments and be on time to her classes. One day after a night of intense studying she decided to make a run to Starbucks before heading off to class. Jenny ordered her usual, a regular mocha cappachino and glanced at her Louis Vouton watch realizing that she only had 10 minutes to make it to class. She grabbed her coffee, jumped into her pearl colored Lexus SUV and decided to step it up a little on the gas on her way to class. "If I could just make it there in 5 minutes I would have just enough time to get parking and slide into class," she thought to herself. "I'm never this late," she shouted to herself looking into the mirror on her visor while applying her berry colored lip gloss. By now she was pushing 50 mph in a 25 mph zone. And just as she was about to slam the visor shut she caught a glimpse of a motorcycle cop in the mirror. "Shit!" she shouted to herself, immediately hitting her brakes to slow down. Officer Dan just happened to be coming off duty when he caught a glimpse of Jenny speeding past on an intersecting street. Now he was behind her, his lights glaring bright red and blue. "Pull over immediately!" shouted Officer Dan on his loudspeaker. "Damn!" Jenny shouted as she began to pull her shiny SUV over into an old, dilapadated parking lot. She instinctively reached into her purse and pulled out her driver's license and then attempted to reach into the glove box to grab her registration when Officer Dan tapped on her window. Pressing the button to lower her window, she quickly thought to herself, "Jenny make this quick. Give him what he wants and get out of here." "Excuse me, ma'am, can I get your license and registration?" Officer Dan said peering through eighties-styled, mirrored shades. "Yes? Is there a problem Officer?" Jenny questioned handing over her driver's license, giving a seductive smile. Officer Dan feeling disgruntled over the shit that motorists had been giving him all day was feeling extra irritated at that moment and began thinking about what he could do this spoiled, little bitch in some back alley. He wanted to make her pay the ultimate price for attempting to use her feminity to win him over. "Yes," he said. You were going double the speed limit and that's a serious offense," he said, getting a hard-on from his authoratative presence over her. "I'm sorry officer, but I'm late for class...I normally don't speed or break any other law," Jenny blurted out, beginning to feel a little uneasy about the way he was looking at her. "Please, if I don't make it to class my dad will kill me," she pleaded. "Well, I guess I'm gonna have to teach you a thing or two about what happens when you do the wrong thing and break the law then" he shouted. "I want you to pull your vehicle behind that abandoned building over there and maybe, just maybe, I'll take it easy on you," Officer Dan said with a smirk. By this time Officer Dan's dick was throbbing with anticipation. He had always fantasized about pulling over some young bitch and fucking her against her will. In his mind all women had it coming to them and this one was about to get hers. "Oh my God," she thought to herself. "What is he going do to me," Jenny thought. She pulled her SUV behind the abandoned building and began to tense up. Officer Dan, now confident that no one was around, parked his bike and walked up to the driver's side door. With a quick jerk to the handle he opened her door and snatched her out of the vehicle. It was at that moment that Jenny knew what was going to happen to her. Officer Dan was going to rape her behind that dirty building and no one was going to see anything. Her heart was racing out of fear. "No, you can't do this," she whispered, trembling. "Shut up, bitch. What's the matter? Do you think you're too good to get fucked like the slut selling her body on the corner? Well, I got news for you. You ain't that fucking special, you spolied cunt. My dick is gonna fuck that tight pussy of yours and your going to take it even if it hurts," Officer Dan said aggresively. By now his dick was so hard it was practically aching to fuck her tense pussy. He grabbed her by her arm and slammed her against the brick wall. He pulled down her black, silk skirt, revealing a black, lacy thong. "So, you are a slut?" he whispered, yanking down the thong. "How many guys have you fucked slut?" he questioned with intent. "Probably too many to count or maybe just one or two? Which is it? Either way it doesn't matter now..." he trailed off, more concerned with what he was about to do to her. Jenny, beggining to sob, answered in a low voice, "That's none of your fucking business, asshole." Officer Dan, caught of guard by her comment shouted, "What did you call me? Do you know who you're talking to? I should handcuff your hands to that pole for that and perform my own special strip search on you!" Suddenly he pulled the handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed her hands together to prevent her from fighting him off. Anxious to see her tits, he then pulled her sweater and bra up revealing two perky, C-cupped breasts. Her nipples were hard and Jenny was embarrased, having let his violating hands arouse that part of her body. She began whispering for him to stop, but that only fueled his desire to rape her even more. Officer Dan quickly unbuckled his black, leather belt, releasing his fully erect eight-inch police stick. His cock was twitching with anticipation. Jenny froze in fear. "Please don't...no," she said as he began to kiss her neck and lips, smearing her lip gloss all over her pretty lips. She turned her head frantically trying to avoid the officer's dry, cracked lips but was unsuccessful. Then Officer Dan, ready for action, pushed her down onto the concrete, his large frame toppling on top of her. He wanted to fuck her hard and watch the expression on her face as her pussy took in every inch of him. As he prepared to slam his dick into her, Jenny tried to prepare herself to be rammed. Suddenly, he spread her legs wide apart looking at her clean-shaven pussy and pushed his cock deep inside her, sending a jolt of pain into her abdomen. Jenny screamed, "You're hurting me, please stop." But Officer Dan was so aroused that her pleads only made him want to do it more. He began slamming in and out of her pussy even harder, grunting louder with each thrust. "I knew you wanted to be fucked liked this." Officer Dan panted. "Just admit you like this you slut," he said, shoving his large cock in and out of her. "Noooo, I can't..." moaned Jenny. Thrusting in and out, in and out, Officer Dan thought to himself this has got to be too good to be true. He started licking her breasts and then trailed his tongue up her chest towards her chin where he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. He wanted to feel and taste every inch of her. Jenny almost having gagged, turned her head in disgust. But Officer Dan wasn't going to let that slow him down. He continued to pound away into her moist pussy as she laid there writhing underneath him. All of sudden Jenny noticed that the feeling of Officer Dan's pulsing cock between her legs began to feel good to her. She was speechless. One minute she was saying no and the next minute she was giving in to him wanting to feel him deep within her. Her pussy began to get wetter, now taking in every inch of him effortlessly. "Oooohhh," Jenny moaned. She wanted to grab him and hold him inside of her, but was jolted back into reality when felt the pain from the metal handcuffs against her wrists. "Uggghhh..." Officer Dan moaned. "Now, I'm going to put my cock in your mouth," he said breathing hard. He quickly withdrew himself from her pussy and shoved himself into her mouth. Feeling her tongue on his cock was driving him crazy. "I want you to be a good girl and suck me off," he said with an evil grin. Jenny began to suck him off eagerly anticipating his explosion. She didn't want to let on that she had started to enjoy his wrongful deed, but she was now overcome with pleasure. Swirling her tongue around the shaft and tip of his dick, Jenny began to make audible wet, slurpping sounds to try and bring him closer to climax. At this point, Officer Dan knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. It was feeling too good and he wanted to watch his load explode all over her face. This was his first rape and being on the brink of orgasm was making him feel like an animal. He began to pump in and out of her mouth more forcefully as if he were still fucking her pussy. Then suddenly, he pulled his swollen cock out and squirted massive amounts of thick, warm cum all over her beautiful face. "You like that, huh, bitch?" he shouted as she tried spit some of the warm goo out of her mouth. Jenny, having secretly reached climax, didn't say a word. She just sat there relishing the feeling of his milky cum all over her mouth and cheeks. "I knew you wanted that you fucking whore," he said breathlessly, sensing that she had gained something out of the experience, too and with that he pushed his limp cock back into his pants and proceeded to stand up. Looking down at her with his piercing grey eyes he said in a low, but stern voice, "Now, I'm going to take the handcuffs off of you and I want you to clean yourself up and get back into your vehicle. Wait there while I write up the speeding ticket. Afterall, that is the reason why I stopped you," he finished with a wink. "Yes," Jenny said, not sure what to make of what just happened to her. Feeling a little ashamed, she stood up slowly and made her way back to her SUV. Once inside she used her soft sweater to wipe the evidence of their encounter from her pretty face. Officer Dan, now exhausted, walked over to his motorcycle, wrote up the $90 ticket and walked back over to her door. Seeing that her window was still open he tossed the ticket inside and whispered, "If you dare tell anyone about what happened, I'll make your life miserable. Don't forget I know where you live," he said handing her driver's license back over to her. "I promise I won't," said Jenny feeling violated, yet having secretly experienced the most intense orgasm of her young life. "Trust me, I will never tell anyone," she whispered to herself. Good Girl, Bad Cops The road was deserted as I drove along. What could be expected, it was 2am on a Thursday night. No one in their right mind would be out at this time. I was on her way home from a party at a friends place. I had got bored so left early. As I was driving along in her own world, I noticed bright headlights rapidly catching up on my car. Suddenly the sirens blared and I realised it was a cop car. I slowly pulled into the side of the road and the cop car pulled in behind her. The cop came up to my window and knocked, I rolled it down and he asked me to step out of the car. Once I stepped out I could feel his eyes on me. I get that a lot though, I'm about 5"3, petite with well tanned skin and long blonde hair which goes halfway down my back. I also have big tits which make my waist look tiny.. And tonight I was dressed in a tiny denim mini and flimsy halter top. The cop asked me to turn around with my hands behind my back. I became nervous once he said that, I didn't even know why he had pulled me over. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a policewoman step out of the patrol car and felt a lot more at ease. Something about having a woman there, you know nothing bad will happen to you. Or so I thought. Once I turned to face my car, the cop handcuffed my wrists. The feeling of cold metal on my wrists is normally a turn on for me, but tonight it scared me. I asked the cop what I did wrong and he just laughed. As he did this, he placed his hand just underneath my light top, so it brushed my stomach lightly. I hoped that the woman would stop him, taking pity on me but she didn't. Instead, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the other side of the car so that the view from the road was blocked. She grabbed my thigh under my skirt and squeezed it so hard it hurt. I let a little whimper as she then pulled up my already short skirt to reveal my bare pussy. I regretted not having worn panties now. She ran her finger along my lips and smiled. "The little whore is shaved." she told her partner. At this, he unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out. I've seen cocks in my life but never one this big. It must have been at least 12 inches long and so wide I didn't think she would be able to get my mouth around it. He pulled down my top so that my tits fell out. It was so cold that my nipples were already hard. He grabbed one of my tits and lifted it up to his mouth. He started to bite and suck my nipple while slowly pulling on his own huge cock. Suddenly, he pulled his head back, grabbed me by the hair and pushed me to my knees. He held his monster of a cock just at my mouth. I could see his pre cum glistening at the tip. "Suck it whore." he growled at me. He then pushed his cock against my mouth. I opened my mouth and started to suck his cock as best I could hoping that I could make him cum so that he wouldn't fuck me. I could hear him moan and started to suck faster, even though my mouth was beginning to hurt because of his size. I knew I was good at giving head. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that his partner had pulled down her pants a bit and was playing with her pussy while watching him getting sucked off. I could feel his cock starting to twitch and knew he was about to cum. Then I felt the stream of hot juice flow into my mouth and down my throat. He cane so much I nearly cocked. I'd never had that amount of cum in me before. Eventually the stream of cum stopped and he pulled his cock out. I thought that would be it and they would let me go. I wasn't so lucky. Once he stepped back the woman walked up to me. She pulled her pants down further and pushed towards me so that my nose was buried in her clit. Without even thinking, my tongue moved forward and suddenly I was lapping at her pussy juices like a thirsty dog. I could feel myself getting wet and couldn't believe it. Here I was being assaulted and loving it. I buried my face into the cops shaved pussy and tongued her. She grabbed my hair and pushed her pussy down hard on my face. Then I felt a surge of juices trickle down my face as she came on my tongue. Once I she pulled her pussy off me, I could see that her partner was hard again. His cock had gone back to it huge size and was coming towards me menacingly. Once he reached me, he pulled me back up so that I was facing him. He then moved his down to my pussy where he slipped two fingers between my lips. He could feel how wet I was and laughed at me. "You're enjoying this, you're nothing but a little cock loving whore." he growled. Then he turned me around and bent me over so that my ass and pussy were on display for them. I could feel his huge head pushing against my cunt. It was so huge I was sure it would hurt. With one huge push, his whole cock and entered me and I let out a gasp. It did hurt but the pleasure of his size took over from that very quickly. I had never felt anything fill me like this before. Without realizing it, I let out a moan of pleasure. This monster of a cock was filling me and hitting spots I didn't know even existed. I could feel the sensation inside my pussy that meant I was about to cum. He must have felt my pussy clench because he started pounding me even harder. I let out a wild scream as my cunt tightened in an orgasm. He then pulled his cock out of my pussy and before I could even turn around I felt his cock at my asshole. "Not my ass, you're too big." I begged but to no avail. He pushed hard against my ring and the tip of cock entered my ass. It hurt so much but as he pushed deeper it started to feel good. As he kept going I couldn't help it anymore. "Fuck my like the whore I am, use my ass. I'm a fucking whore and love it!" I yelled. At this moment, the woman came over to us. She kneeled down in front of me and moved herself so that she was right at my pussy. She slid two fingers into my dripping wet hole and started to pump them in and out. This increased everything and I felt that same feeling build up inside me again. She then began to flick her tongue over my slit. I couldn't believe it, I had never felt pleasure like this before. I had a huge cock stretching my asshole while this hot woman fingered my pussy and licked my clit. The feeling I had reached a new height and I felt like I was starting to wet myself. I began to shudder and clenched my pussy. As I did this a huge stream flew out of my pussy onto her chin. She continued to finger my hole while keeping her mouth open underneath. "Squirt on my face whore." she growled. As my pussy clenched again another stream of liquid flew out of my pussy, covering her entire face in my cum, Just as I finished cumming the cop started to fuck my ass faster and harder. He let out a moan and with that I felt his hot liquid shoot into my ass, filling it with his cum. He pulled his cock out roughly and stood up. As he pulled his pants up his partner, face still dripping from my cum took off the handcuffs. Once she had done this I scrambled to my feet. Once I managed to turn around they were already walking back to their patrol car. I couldn't say I was happy to see them go. They made me fuck like a whore and squirt for the first time. Every hole in my body had been used and it felt great. On the drive home, I couldn't resist fingering my pussy and managed to make myself cum again twice by the time I got home. I'm still hoping I get pulled over by cops again. Good Girl, Bad Girl It was raining so hard I was having a difficult time seeing the road. Rounding a curve I almost rear ended two people pushing a car, almost sliding into them as I jammed on the breaks. The two turned out to be a couple of college kids going home for spring break. Both girls were drenched to the skin and they looked as if they were getting ready for a wet T shirt contest. Neither one wore a bra and their blouses sculpted their bodies showing firm breasts and erect nipples. I'd guess they were both about a thirty two B or so. Reluctantly I got out to help. I didn't relish the idea of getting soaked along with them but I really had no choice. One got back in her car and steered as I pushed her off to the shoulder. I had the other get in my car. Now with their car safely off the roadway I took their bags and put them in the trunk of my car. With one of the girls in the back seat, the other sitting next to me I started out again. One, the one sitting next to me was a chatterbox. The one in the back seat was pensive and rarely spoke. They explained that they were on spring break and had been on their way to a girlfriends home but the car stalled. Rounding another curve in the road we were stopped. A mudslide had wiped out the road and actually a portion of the pavement was pushed down a gulch into a raging river to the left. I had to back up damn near a quarter of a mile before I found enough space to turn the car around. During those fifteen minutes the girls introduced themselves as Cherie and Marcy. In exchange I told them my name, Blake. For the next five or so minutes we were quiet, not having much to say. I had the heater on so we could dry off but only succeeded in fogging up the window, so as Marcy wiped the windshield I drove back to a little bar and grill I had remembered passing about three miles back. Finally arriving, I pulled in and we made a dash for the door. There were no lights on but apparently they were still open because the door wasn't locked. Entering we saw kerosene lamps had been set out, one on the end of the bar and another on a table in the dining area. Two young women sat talking at the end of the bar but swung around as we entered. I looked around for the owner or at least a bartender but saw none. One of the women slowly got up and went behind the bar. About thirty or perhaps a bit younger She had her blonde hair up in a pony tail. Being a breast man I guessed her to be a thirty four C or so. I explained pretty much what had happened and the barmaid explained that it was the second time in less than a year that Smugglers Gulch has been wiped out by rockslides. She went on: "It looks like your going to be here for at least five or six days. The Terry river bridge was washed out too and you can't go back the way you came either. They'll repair the bridge before clearing and repairing the road. So it looks like the three of you will be keeping Monika and I company for a while. By the way, I'm your hostess, Letha, I own this place." My two college friends were trying to use their cell phones to call out but Letha explained that this was a dead zone, especially when it rained. Letha asked Monika if she would mind doubling up with her so we could have her room. She excused herself explaining that she had to get a few things from her room first. At that point Letha told the girls to get out of their wet clothes. "Here?" Cherie asked. "Sure, why not. We're very informal here. And hell, I'm sure Blake wouldn't mind seeing what's under those wet clothes, and quite frankly neither would I. Come on girls don't be shy. Just go over by he fire and hang your things there to dry." They both hesitated, Then Marcy began stripping. I sat on a stool, a bit bemused at the scene going on before me. She went to the fire and stood with her back towards us as she took her blouse off, then bending, she kicked her shoes away and began to wiggle out of her jeans. At that point all she had on was her thong and finally she removed that too. Actually that surprised me because she could have left that on. What she presented was a beautiful ass and nothing more. Slowly she straightened up and turned. Both Letha and Cherie gasped. "Oh god, Cherie whispered. You didn't? How could you?" "Oh shit Cherie. I was wet and cold and hell I'm proud of my body. Now you do it. I'm sure Blake would enjoy seeing that cute little body of yours too, wouldn't you Blake?" The woman, Letha, stared at Marcy with unbridled hunger in her eyes. She seemed to be as aroused as I was at the sight of the young girl. And ran the tip of her tongue around her lips suggestively. I nodded dumbly and very slowly Cherie slid off her stool went over to where the fireplace was and she too began to undress. By now Letha was clutching my arm and her hand was creeping up my thigh and brazenly undid my zipper. She was fascinated by the two young women and apparently wanted to see if I was too. Slowly Cherie undressed and somehow it reminded me of a strip tease I had once seen. Letha had my cock free now and slowly stroked it while staring at Cherie. When she was done and slowly turned to face us, Letha let out a gasp. "Beautiful, simply beautiful." And began to jerk me more frantically while staring at Cherie's curvaceous body. Cherie stared at us and tried to cover her pussy with one hand and her breasts with here other arm. Apparently she was the shy one of the two. By now Marcy was sort of parading around before finally coming over to the bar and sitting on one of the stools. She watched Letha slowly stroking my cock and suddenly asked jokingly, "Who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?" Reluctantly Letha abandoned my cock and went behind the bar to make drinks. Cherie looked helplessly at me almost begging for something to cover up with. "Awww come on Cherie, loosen up and have a drink. Blake isn't ready to go after you, at least not yet," Letha exclaimed. Just as Cherie relented and took the stool to my right, Monika returned. The things she had wanted to take from her room she had wrapped in a large towel and clutched to her breasts. A rather large dildo, a vibrator that looked sort of menacing, and an assortment of other gadgets which I couldn't identify, tumbled out as she set the bundle down on the end of the bar. Seeing the two nude girls, and me with my cock still protruding from my fly, she gushed. "My god, your starting without me? Already?" I was amused by the whole thing until Letha leaned over the bar and put her hand on my shoulder and directed: "You too. If they can do it you surely can." I had no intentions of getting out of my clothes and besides I had mostly dried off. I slowly swiveled towards the bar while trying to get my cock back in and took my drink, ignoring what Letha had suggested. It was Marcy who began taunting. "Come on Blake. We did it, are you chicken. We want to see more of what you've got in those jeans of yours. I saw the bulge get larger as you watched Cherie strip and Letha giving it a massage. Come on show us. What do you think girls? Fair's fair isn't it?" I tried to ignore the dare but finally turned to Marcy: "You're a little instigator aren't you? What are you playing, Good girl bad girl? You the bad one and Cherie the good one?" That was when I turned in my stool intending to get up. Letha leaned over the bar and grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me back, pinning me against the bar. Now I was precariously teetering on a bar stool that was about to fall out from under me when both Monika and Marcy grabbed for my belt and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. I hadn't worn shorts this morning and now I was completely exposed. Tugging hard, I broke free of Letha's hold but I was tangled up in the jeans wrapped around my ankles. I fell forward onto my knees and the two girls pounced. Marcy lay across my back and Monika pushed me down so I lay on my stomach. Letha had come around the bar and was tugging at the jeans wrapped around my ankles. Cherie sat at the bar not moving nor saying a word, while the three girls stripped me. I was about to try and lift up when one of them tugged my shirt off and in the process twisted my arm behind me. It was turning into a sort of good natured wrestling match when finally they had both my hands behind me. One of the unrecognized items Monika had clutched in her arms was apparently a set of handcuffs because I was suddenly shackled. It's impossible to lift up without turning over and I wasn't about to do that so I began to do a bit of negotiating and even threatening in a good natured sort of way. I heard some rustling sounds behind me and the next thing I knew the three girls had their hands on my side and were rolling me over onto my back. Looking up I was a bit startled to see both Monika and Letha standing along side Marcy, as naked as the rest of us. The other two had apparently stripped and if it's any consolation we were all bare ass naked but I think it was actually meant to pacify me but it wasn't working because staring at them I was beginning to get really hard. With help from the three, I got up and sat on a stool with my hands shackled behind me. Letha picked up my drink and held it to my lips and urged me to drink. Cherie just sat there almost in a trance and said nothing but occasionally would take a sip of her cocktail and stare at my cock. Both Marcy and Monika took places on either side of me. Letha returned to her side of the bar and began pouring drinks. Much stronger than necessary, they were just straight shots of liquor. I had shut my mouth. I thought the joke would end soon if I didn't let them know they were getting to me. But being force fed two more shots I was beginning to feel the alcohol. Then they began. Marcy put her hand on my cock and began working her warm fingers up and down. Monika leaned over and held one of her breasts to my lips and whispered, "Suck! Suck my tit baby. I like that. Come on do it! I know you want to." I did as she ordered. Looking past her I saw Letha leaning over Cherie. She held the girls breast to her mouth as she started to kiss and suck her nipple. Cherie held stark still, not seeming to know what to do. She didn't fight or show any outward response. By now Monika was responding to my sucking, and so was I. My cock was now hard and aching and Marcy had abandoned jerking and instead opted to go to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. It almost appeared as though the girls were competing to show each other which was the most daring. Monika began moaning and her fingers were buried in her cunt as I dragged my teeth along the hard thimbles that were her nipples. Marcy was bobbing her head up and down on my cock trying to take it completely down her throat, and Letha had forced Cherie to the floor and was now kissing the girl on the lips while humping her cunt against Cherie's tight little slit. Tribbing I think it's called. Monika was the first. I guess my sucking worked, or at least helped. Her fingers became a frantic blurr as she rubbed her clit faster until suddenly she began to tremble and gasp. "Bite them! Oh fuck... I'm cumming. Help me. Bite my nipple baby. I need it. Oh my god it feels so fucking good. Yeah, oh yesss. Here I come." I guess Letha wasn't far behind her friend in the orgasm department, because I watched her suddenly lift up off Cherie and give out a long moan before collapsing on the young girl. Actually Cherie looked a little frustrated. Her cunt was wet with Letha's juices and I suppose she was aroused by what Letha had done, but not quite sure of what was going on. Marcy, was trying to get six and a half inches of cock all the way down her throat without success. But I was getting pretty damn close to finishing in her mouth. Now she took a different tact. She was holding my cock aside as she licked my balls and began jerking me off. More out of frustration than anything else she tugged me off the stool and I landed on top of her. She rolled out from under me and straddled my face. I needed no instructions. She put her cunt to my mouth and fell forward, supported on outstretched arms. Someone now moved up behind her and I felt my cock slide into a warm slippery sheath. Letha had mounted me and wrapping her arms around Marcy, began pinching and pulling on her nipples. All the while lifting and dropping, moving up and down on my cock. She wasn't going fast enough for me to get off, but she sure as hell was enjoying herself, while keeping me hard as a rock. Marcy was almost smothering me but I found enough space to begin running my tongue up and down the inner folds of her cunt and be able to suck and nibble at her inner lips. She shifted down towards my chin and presented her now swollen clit to my lapping tongue. I really wasn't trying to be gentle, I was frustrated. I sucked hard and trapped her clit between my lips. Sucking it in I lashed it with the tip of my tongue. She squealed and suddenly pushed down hard as a gush of warm sapid fluid flooded my face. She came hard and long, panting obscenities. "Oh fuck that's good. Yeah, oh yeah baby that feels good. Eat me! Eat my gooey cunt Blake, it feels so good honey." At that point I guess only Cherie and I were still the only hold outs. When Marcy rolled off my face, I watched Letha bobbing up and down on my dick. Sometimes just plunging my cock in deep and contracting hard, at other times rocking as if she were riding some make believe stallion. Finally she let out a whoop, and looking upward, leaned forward, and put her hands on my chest, while sobbing. "Oh yeah, That feels good! It was a good one. Really strong baby, really strong." Cherie had gotten up and again sat at the bar. Sipping her drink with one hand and toying with her cunt with the other, she watched Letha as she had her orgasm. Finished, she lifted up, and my cock sprang out with a sort of slurping sound and slapped against my abs. Struggling to her feet she went to the bar and leaned against it looking down pensively at me while panting for breath. Cherie stared at my cock. I don't know if I could describe her look as hunger or just awe. My cock was so hard it ached and it was coated with a shiny patina of Letha's juices. A slow clear droplet of pre-cum formed and leaked out running down to my navel. Monica slowly got off her stool and came over to me and knelt.........."Lets not waste that." she mumbled as she put her mouth down and licked the head of my cock. Now all eyes turned to Cherie. Monika didn't say anything but went to her collection of toys and began rummaged thru them. I got a bad feeling about what she might be preparing to do. I rolled over and got to my knees and finally my feet. Finding what she was looking for she held a leather harness and a huge dildo with a flat base up for all to see. Looking at Letha she asked. "Think our pretty little Cherie would like to be fucked by this? Letha looked pensive, as if trying to decide. Marcy seemed agitated and squirmed on her stool while staring at the thick long dildo. Cherie looked horrified and I began to feel protective. Letha looked at me and saw the expression on my face. Then asked, "if we take the cuffs off, you going to be more cooperative?" I wanted to be set loose in the worst way. Mostly because of what they might do to Cherie. I nodded and Letha told Monika to give her the key. As soon as I was free I moved down to sit between Cherie and the rest of the women. She took my arm and I turned to her. She looked into my face with those beautiful blue eyes and gasped. "Don't let them Blake. I never had anything like that in me before. Don't let them use it on me. Please Blake don't let them." Letha shoved two more drinks in front of us, then in a sweet voice spoke to Cherie. "Drink this baby. Maybe if you get a little drunk it'll feel better. I know you almost came when I was tribbing your tight little cunt before. Poor baby you need a cock in you to get off, don't you baby?" She winced and drew away from Letha. By now Monika had put the harness on and attached the dildo to the contraption. It hung down and swayed obscenely as she rolled her hips threateningly from side to side. As Monika approached, Cherie clutched at my arm and sobbed. "No, don't let her use that on me. Please? Oh god I want to cum but not that way. Oh my god, stop her, please." I don't know if Marcy was having second thoughts about what was happening but she chimed in. "How about fucking me first, Monika. I'd love to feel you fucking me with it. Come on do me first. Let her see how it's done." Monika seemed undecided and looked at Letha. Smiling, Letha nodded and coming around the bar, hoisted herself up and sat on the mahogany surface. Then she had Marcy come to her and stand between her splayed legs. "Eat me while my friend fucks that tight little cunt of yours. Come on, bend over and let her have your tight twat baby. As soon as Marcy was positioned standing between Letha's spread legs, she bent over and began lapping Letha's cunt. I had never seen anything like it before. As Marcy began lapping and sucking, Letha began pinching and massaging her firm round breasts. Monika took a moment to oil the monstrous phallus then she approached. Grasping the rubber cock in her hand she nudged it into Marcy's cunt and began fucking her. The damn thing must have been nine inches long and so help me god, Marcy took it all. There was a lot of grunting and panting going on and Cherie took the opportunity to creep to the far end of the room. Both Letha and Marcy came at about the same time. Letha grabbed her partners hair and held her there as she hunched her cunt against her mouth. At almost the same moment Marcy let out a long sob and came. Milky juice flowed from around the plunging cock and ran down the inside of her thigh and began dripping to the floor. Satisfied with her success using Marcy, she pulled the faux cock out and turned, looking for Cherie. Having recovered somewhat Letha looked at Cherie cowering behind a bench and asked. "You still a virgin Cherie? You ever been fucked before?" Cherie shook her head, No. "Ever used a vibrator or dildo on that tight little cunt of yours before?" Now Cherie nodded, Yes. Letha then asked. You like cumming don't you? I mean that's why you fuck yourself with your fingers or whatever, don't you?" Again Cherie nodded yes. Letha went on: "Tell you what. You have a choice. Either Monika gets to fuck you or we'll have Blake do it. Which do you want for your first time?" I was sort of shocked. I was prepared to defend Cherie but I really didn't expect to be involved in their little game. I took a step menacingly towards Monika when I heard Cherie shout aloud. "Blake, I want Blake! I want Blake to fuck me. Please... Please Blake, I want you. I really mean it. I want your cock not that thing. Please say yes, I want you to fuck me. Not her." Letha smiled and nodded her approval. Then added, "We get to watch the show girls. The whole show from beginning to end. Come here Cherie. You know what we want you to do. Suck him off until he's hard again. And god he does get hard honey, I felt him, and he's good. Then I'll tell you what to do next. Now come over here and suck his cock for him...Now!" I had gone from limp to semi erect during the exchange, but as she came to me and went down on her knees, I began to feel a flush of excitement, and my cock began to swell in anticipation. I don't suppose she had ever sucked a cock before. Maybe her dildo but probably not a real cock. She took my shaft into her mouth and fumbled with her hand trying to stroke the base of my cock. That did absolutely nothing for me and it was apparent to the audience. Letha nodded to Marcy. Good Girl, Bad Girl Slowly sliding off her stool, Marcy slinked over and knelt beside Cherie and spoke. "Like this honey here let me show you." Trading off, Marcy put her pursed lips over my cock and began massaging my balls as she bobbed her head and swirled her tongue. Now reluctantly she let my cock slip from her lips as she passed it back to Cherie. Soon they were trading back and forth and I was really weeping precum in fairly large quantities by now. The other two girls were now gathered around. Monika was fondling Letha's breasts as they watched intently. Still Cherie wasn't really that good yet, but she was trying, and I didn't want the others to lose patience so I began to speak. "Oh god Cherie that's good. Yeah just like that baby. I almost could cum right now it feels so good. Yeah do it just like that with your tongue. Oh god baby your making me so hot now." Maybe it was my encouraging commentary that did it, I don't really know, but suddenly she was getting the hang of sucking cock. She began doing things that were surprising and really exciting and the more she did, the better she got. She became adventurous and instead of just toying with my balls as she sucked, she actually slid her finger under my balls and began massaging my ass and letting her index finger force its way in. My excitement didn't go unnoticed. The audience began to join in. Letha was now rubbing her clit while both Marcy and Monika began sucking and massaging her breasts and nipples. Cherie paused and looked up almost pleadingly before letting my cock slip from her lips. She gasped. "I'm getting horny, and my jaws are aching. God your big. Is this enough? Are you ready? Oh god Blake I want to be fucked real bad now." I helped her up and she led me to the bench. The others stayed where they were. So involved in making love to one another that we had become just an erotic sideshow. Cherie lay back on the bench and drew her knees up to her breasts then let them drop to the side. I took my position kneeling between her splayed legs. She held her ankles with her hands, keeping her legs folded up while exposing her cunt's puffy lips. I began to tease the head of my cock along the inner petals of her pussy. Spreading both her own wetness and my precum along the entire valley of her womanhood. I could feel her swollen clit stroke the head of my cock each time I brought it to the apex. And with each stroke she would tense up momentarily and moan. Now she stared at me, and in a very low voice whispered. "Do it. Fuck me. I want it, and they're watching us. I really didn't want to hurt her and yet the way she was pleading with her eyes, was compelling. I turned my head. They had paused what they had been doing to watch my cock vanish within Cherie's cunt. By now Letha was over Marcy. They were in a sixty nine position. Monika was just preparing to stick her rubber cock either in Letha's cunt or ass, I couldn't tell, but now all three were waiting. Slowly Cherie let go of her ankles and reached down between her thighs and held her cunt open. She was so wet now, that it was practically no effort to move my shaft into the warm slippery cylinder. Slowly I nudged it deeper, drawing slightly out before again pressing further in and she just stared at my face. Ever so slowly she began to respond. A sort of smile formed on her lips as she whispered very lowly. "It feels good. Do you like me? I mean am I good? Do I excite you? Oh my god. There, right there. That way. Yeah that feels good the way you're doing it. Show them what they want to see.......... Oh god Blake I want that too. Fuck me now and let's cum together, OK?" I leaned forward and thought to myself, "If it's a show they want I'll give them a show." Another swivel of my hips had me buried deep in Cherie's pussy and my balls were glued to the cheeks of her ass. Suddenly I heard Marcy sob aloud. Letha had started to writhe under Marcy's assault even as Monika began fucking her butt. Now Letha began to maul Marcy's breasts with both hands as the young girl continued to stab her tongue and fingers into Letha's sopping slit. The moments distraction only heightened Cherie's need to cum. Hell it almost made me lose my determination to have her finish before I did. She lifted her arms and her hands formed talons, clutching at my upper arms. She gasped, "Oh fuck, I'm near, it's close now....... Oh yeah keep going.. Faster, oh god, I'm cumming.......I really am. Oh my god it feels so good. More, go faster. Deeper, Hurt me. Oh fuck....... It won't stop. Keep going. Oh god Blake fill me with cum. Show them how good I am. For me, I want it for me!" My head swiveled back and forth from the three women half way across the room back to stare down at Cherie's face. I suddenly let out a low growl and announced: "Gonna shoot Cherie, Oh my god here it comes. Shooting now. Take it! Take it all. It feels so good baby." She thrust back, shrieking at me. "I feel it... Oh my god I really feel you pumping me full... Fill me!... I want to hold it and let them see what we did. For god's sake don't pull out. Just hold still and hold me for a minute, keep going. I want to feel you deep inside me." So long as she was comfortable, I stayed in her. Straightening my legs out as she unfolded hers, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my ass, locked her ankles, she held me captive. Having finished, the girls helped each other up then came over to Cherie and I. Proudly she slowly unwound her legs and let me draw out. The head of my cock withdrew and the dammed up flood of our mixed cum, suddenly gushed out, forming a pool on the bench. Marcy stared at it and gasped. Oh my god Cherie, You did it baby. You really did it. Now wasn't that better than using a vibrator? God, for a first time, you were awesome. A light supper and a cocktail were all we needed to regain our strength. Now we sat around a roaring fire at the back of the dining area. The conversation was mostly between Marcy, Letha and Monika. You know the topic, did you ever, would you and the inevitable, I'd like to try. I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut. And Cherie really had nothing to contribute, but those three girls were up for anything if you could believe them. The fire was making me drowsy and Cherie was nestled in my arms, her hand slowly stroking my cock pensively. Just her touch kept me hard and after about forty five minutes of this I was beginning to ache. As she stroked, I had been kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples. Occasionally my hand would ventured down to her shaven cunt, where my finger would delve in, and coming out wet. I'd bring it to my lips and lick it off. Originally it had been the plan for Marcy, Cherie and I to share Monika's room but now it seemed the plan was for Cherie and I to share the room alone. Marcy had joined the ranks of our lesbian hostesses. That seemed to suit Cherie in no uncertain terms. She had suddenly become the femme fatale in this group and I was the subject of her amour. At the urging of the others she was now willing to try or do anything to have her growing sexual appetite satisfied. And the suggested methods suggested by the other three sounded a bit outlandish. Most paramount of the suggestions was to have anal sex. Which, although I never said it, wasn't exactly my cup of tea. But of all the suggestions made, it seemed the most doable. The discussed everything from inflicting pain to bestiality but it was just idle bull shit, or at least that's what I hoped. Between the warm fire and Cherie cuddling against my nude body I was getting sleepy and the three bad girls were anxious to get together for whatever they had settled on. Cherie had kept me hard almost all evening either by stroking my cock or by those brief pauses when she would put her head in my lap and suck hard enough for her cheeks to dimple. As the fire died down we put the screen up and headed for our respective rooms. Earlier Monika had unloaded the suitcases and taken them to the rooms. Marcy retrieved hers and took it to Letha's room and we said our good nights. Entering the room I crawled between the cool sheets. Cherie slid in on the other side..... Now a single bed doesn't leave much room for people who would prefer to sleep rather than snuggle. Cherie was all over me. I tried laying on my side and she spooned me. If I laid on my stomach she had her fingers dancing in the crack of my ass. On my back she had her head under the covers with my cock in her mouth. She had become sexually compulsive beyond belief. I have to admit that although she wasn't the best at sucking cock she did know how to keep a guy hard. It seemed that once she was comfortable fucking something other than her toys, she wanted to try everything. Lifting her head off my cock she mumbled something about making me cum for her. Quite frankly unless she moved a hell of a lot faster, I'd have to do the job myself but I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I suggested she straddle me for a minute so she could get her cunt over my mouth. I had hoped that that would work. It did in a way. She came almost as soon as I had her clit trapped between my lips but still she wanted more. Inching her way down she held my cock up and began bobbing her head up and down. That only frustrated her. I reached down with one hand and began massaging her clit while my other hand found her nipple and began tugging and squeezing it. She went ballistic and began whimpering something about making me cum again. But now she wanted me to finish in her mouth. I knew she couldn't do it. So I volunteered to jerk in her mouth if she would hold still. She didn't take to the idea that I would be doing myself and finally agreed that she wanted me to fuck her mouth. She wouldn't let me hold her head as I thrust in and out, but finally I felt it coming and told her I was about to shoot. Surprisingly she kept her mouth around my cock's head and murmured, "gimmme it, mmmmffffff." I exploded, and so help me god she swallowed every drop. Or nearly every drop. She quickly came up and pressed her lips to mine. I tasted the faint but pungent salty suggestion of my cum on her breath. Now she lay atop me and I was allowed to sleep. Around three in the morning we was awaken by an awful racket. The girls in Letha's room were apparently doing some serious experimenting. I finally gave in to curiosity, and Cherie and I sneaked down the hallway and cracked their door open. Letha and Marcy were hovering over Monika's kneeling body. Nipple clamps had been placed on her nipples and a rather thin chain swayed between. On that, a weight had been placed, and with each movement it tugged more harshly at her distended nipples. Letha was under her and Monika was massaging her breasts as her mouth devoured her cunt. Marcy was kneeling behind the two. She had four fingers buried in Monika's cunt and was trying to get her thumb in to join the others. As we watched her small hand spread Monika open enough to press her entire hand in up to her wrist. Now she began pounding her fist in deep and hard. The poor girl was rocking back and forth with the chain swaying below her, and all the while struggling to keep her mouth clamped to Letha's cunt. It was Monika who was making all the racket. Between her whimpering and grunting moans, she was obviously so involved in her surreal world of sensations that I doubt if she even knew how loud she was yammering. We stayed long enough to see each woman satisfy the other before quietly sneaking back to our room. Cherie lay there on her back in the dark. I had rolled onto my side intending to go back to sleep. Moments later she asked. "Does it hurt? I mean being stretched open like that? It didn't hurt when you put your thick cock in me but to be opened that much must be kinda, painful don't you think?" I mumbled, "I guess." Another pause and she started up again. "Am I good at sucking Blake? I mean I really like doing it to you. It sort of makes me feel powerful when I make your cock jump like it does in my mouth. I wasn't going to tell you this, but I almost came just sucking you that way. Is that normal?" Again I mumbled, "I guess, I don't really know." Do you like the way I taste down there? I mean it drives me crazy when I feel your tongue wiggling in and out of me. Would you do that again now but use your fingers and see if you can find my "G" spot. I don't even know if I have one." I gave up even trying to go to sleep and decided to go down on her. I figured that I'd just have her lay with her ass right at the edge of the bed and I'd kneel on the floor. That way I could move my fingers under my chin as I finger fucked her cunt and at the same time suck on her inner flutes and clit. I got up and went to the foot of the bed. She sat with her ass half on, and half off the mattress and laid back. I rested her folded knees on my shoulders and puffed my warm breath at the swollen peach colored rolls of her outer lips. She sighed and wiggled her ass slightly. Reaching under my chin I used my fingers to spread her pussy open. The humid scent of a woman in heat, wafted up, and I breathed it in. Extending my tongue I drew it's tip up from her ass to the hood of her inner folds. She groaned aloud. I repeated it several times with the same response. Then I put my two fingers in my mouth and wet them. Gently I spread her wider and inserted my fingers, wiggling them in beyond my first knuckle. Curling them up under her pubes, I pressed up firmly and began to massage the slippery channel. For a moment she held perfectly still. Then I felt her begin to slowly contract, and relax. The silence was soon broken by long low gasps. I nibbled on her inner tabs and she began to tense her ass and slowly undulate up and down. My fingers became coated with a clear viscose fluid and it soon began to run down forming a puddle in my upturned palm. I felt the swollen nodule of her "G" spot and continued to stroke it while my tongue drew wet circles around and under her clit. She squealed. Moments later she whimpered. "Oh my god... Oh my god that feels good. Suck it. Suck my clitty. Suck my clit. Oh god It's near." I took a deep breath and moved my mouth upwards. I stabbed the tip of my tongue between the hood and her protruding clit and forcing it back, exposed her swollen clit so I could now suck it between my wet lips. She reached down and clutched my hair and moaned.... Unh, Unhhh, oh, "Oh my god I'm Cummmmming. Blake, Oh god I am. I am! Oh baby It feels so good. Oh god... Don't stop yet. Don't stop yet! Please. Oh god I'm going to go mad if you do! It feels so good!" She pressed down hard on my shoulders lifting her ass up and arching her back as she swayed back and forth. Then,...Very slowly she went limp and lay there gasping for air. I moved her knees apart and got my head out from between her thighs and stood up. My face and mouth were coated with her wetness and I ran my tongue around my lips before wiping my face off. Finished, she just lay on her back panting as I slid in next to her and put my arms around her heaving body. Sleep came at last and she was satisfied. During the next four days it was impossible to avoid the other three. Their appetite for sex was insatiable and I tried to protect Cherie by offering to be their surrogate sex toy. Since we were isolated the girls rarely dressed and privacy was out of the question. I guess I was the only one who actually wore anything significant, mostly a pair of cargo shorts. That seemed to upset the three girls but seemed to please Cherie. Our times together were exhausting and eventually she discovered my sexual preferences, or weaknesses if that would be a more appropriate word for it. Rarely did we fuck in front of the trio. That would have provoked more adventurous demands by them and I was more comfortable fucking Cherie in the privacy of our room. When the others wanted to be serviced Cherie would leave the room, she knew I was uncomfortable having her watch me with the others. It was her naivety that seemed to stoke the fire that I found most exciting about her. She was now more daring, more intent on trying things that would bring her to climax. When Monika enticed me to fuck her anally while she bent over the bar, that was Cherie's request the next time we were alone. And she found that she could have an orgasm as my cock plunged in and out of her ass. They seemed to thrive on having sex while others watched. Some of their more erotic pastimes seemed a bit outlandish such as Monika's use of a very soft makeup brush to torment Letha's clit. She would run the soft bristles across her cunt and clit until the woman was screaming insanely. Or Letha's fetish for using mentholated clit creams on her subjects as she subdued them with her mouth. They took pleasure in sucking my cock until I erupted in their mouth then snowballing. Each taking a portion and swallowing. That upset Cherie but she wouldn't admit it and pretended not to care. When the rescue personnel finally arrived they escorted us over the makeshift bridge back to Bridgeport. I said my goodbye to both the girls and went on to my destination. Marcy has been emailing me ever since our separation. The two girls at the way stop, now have reunions about every six month and on occasion Cherie and I attend. The only difference is that now she is a more willing participant in their little games and rituals. It was a memorable six days and Cherie and I have become very close...extremely close, we live together now. Good Girl Becomes Slut! I needed some work done on my car so I dropped by the body shop where my boyfriend's younger brother Dean worked. Dean is a few years younger than James but just as handsome. I've dated James for a few years and although I consider myself a Good Girl I do enjoy flirting. Dean is so shy that I don't tease him too much. I'm in my mid-30's with a great body and long dark hair. Dean is blushing a little as we walk to my car. As I point out the dent in the hood of my car I wonder if Dean knows it's from my ass!? James & I got a little carried away the other night. We'd been out with friends and on the way home we decided to drive down to the beach and we ended up fucking on the hood of my car! I feel my pussy get a little wet as I think of James' cock... James is so sexy, and his body is muscular and tanned. His cock is big enough to help me forget that he doesn't like licking my pussy!! At first I refused to accept his refusal and I tried everything from chocolate sauce to a brazilian wax! When he gave me a vibrator as a gift I realized it wasn't going to happen. I had bought a vibrator in my twenties and had fun with it but now it had become my pussy's best buddy and I decided to buy some new batteries on the way home. I consider myself a Good Girl and I have seen a few porno movies but I've never cheated on anyone and I've only had anal sex a few times..with James. He's a little kinkier than I am, but I like it. He lets me play with my vibrator till I cum then he fucks the hell out of me until he cums - usually on my ass! Then...he likes to lick it off!! The first time I was stunned and decided since it felt soooo good I'd let him go. I still don't understand why he won't lick my pussy but I love it when he licks my ass. I've begun to fantasize alot since I got the vibrator. Sometimes even about Dean...I've had some dirty ones about James' Dad too! I feel like such a slut, but since I'd never act on it I decide it's not that bad. James has told me stories about his brother's HUGE cock and he teases him about it too. He's told me Dean can't use regular condoms so he buys the x-tra large ones! He's also mentioned his Dad Wade has a massive cock too! There are some 'legendary' stories like the one where Wade was showering with Dean and James when they were young and he turned suddenly and smacked Dean in the face with his dick! We all laugh and it IS funny, but I can't help but wonder...HOW BIG IS IT??? I lay back and slide my soaking panties off as I begin to massage my clit with my fingers. My vibrator is ready too as I let my mind wander to dirty thoughts of big cocks and....sweet, shy Dean, his blond head between my legs. I imagine his tongue exploring my pussy as I press my vibrator into my throbbing clit. His massive cock dangling between his legs as he reaches down to stroke it I picture his slender fingers wrapped around a huge cock...My pussy is soaked as I hear a knock at the door and hesitate a moment wondering if I should answer or not... I quickly shut my vibrator off hoping the rattling couldn't be heard as I get up and smooth my hands over my wrinkled dress hoping it's James and he forgot his keys again. I peer out the front window and it's Dean! He's holding my sunglasses in his hand as he spots me and smiles broadly. "You forgot these today" he says as he hands me my sunglasses. I open the door wide as he steps in and looks around before asking "James home?" He reaches down and takes off his shoes as he sits on the couch before letting me reply. "He should be home soon" I call as I head down the hall to retrieve my panties since I've got company. Dean is flipping through one of James' magazines as I hand him a beer and sit down beside him. We're chatting about his new home and his wife Tara. Dean & Tara have been married a few years and they recently moved here. Tara is a little chubby and Dean wants me to try and get her out more often. I agree as I get up to answer the phone. "James is heading straight to his hockey game and won't be home for a few hours". He plays hockey with his buddies and they usually go out after. "Why don't you go and meet up with them?" I ask. "Tara wants me home soon and besides, I'm having fun here with you!" he chirps happily. "I'll finish this beer and probably just head home" he says as he takes another sip. Our conversation leads to sex talk as Dean tells me his problem with Tara I almost drop my beer! "She won't let me lick her pussy and I really want to even more" he almost whispers as he looks up at me, my mouth gaping. "I can't get your brother to lick my pussy..EVER" I tell him quickly as I begin to chuckle. "James doesn't like it and I've tried everything" I tell him as I take a long swig of my beer. Suddenly I feel Dean's hands pulling my legs apart as I look down to see him kneeling between my legs. I lean back and spread wide as Dean buries his head deep in my pussy. "AAAhhhhh" I groan as he licks and laps up all the juices from my pussy and pushes my legs futher apart to find my ass, ready for some action too. Soon I feel his strong hands flip me over as he holds my ass in the air, his tongue is so gooood. He begins to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy as he lets his tongue go deep into my ass. James won't be home for hours and even though I do feel like a SLUT, I can't stop now! Dean is standing now and his massive cock is MASSIVE!! I turn to try and reach for it as he pushes me back into position. "I need to fuck you NOW" he growls. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long" he grunts as he begins easing his dick into my pussy. My pussy is so tight and I try to relax and let him in. "Uugh, you're so tight" he grunts "James has told me you're tight." "Well, he told me you're HUGE" I groan as he fills me with his cock. "I've wanted to see it" I whisper as I think what a SLUT I am. "James can't know.." I begin as Dean fucks me harder. "I'm married!" he's still fucking me with fast thrusts as he chides "we can't tell ANYONE!" His huge dick is pounding my pussy ruthlessly and I LOVE IT! I'm ready to cum and Dean begins pounding harder! "Oh yeah, come on my little whore! Cum! Cum!" he whispers. I'm so full of his cock and it's the most incredible orgasm as he keeps pounding me until my body relaxes a little. He pulls out and I'm sure he's ready too as I feel his hot load land all over my ass I reach around to spread my cheeks wide...wondering if he's got the same fetish as his bro. Sure enough, Dean quickly gets down on his knees and buries his face in my sticky ass. His hungry tongue licking up all the cum he just shot. Ooooh, now I'm really curious as I silently enjoy the pleasure and decide to ask another time. Until then, Dean & I have a secret. I can't wait until my car appt.!!!