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His Plan

By: drgnldy91



The house is quiet; the kids are asleep, and my boyfriend took off about half an hour ago to go visit some buddies for a few hours. I shut the house down, get in bed, pick my book up off of the night stand and begin to read; getting ready for sleep myself. Several minutes later, I am startled by the phone ringing; I can't imagine who would be calling this late.

I pick it up, saying "Hello," only to hear my boyfriend on the other end.

He says, "I want you to listen to me and do what I say. I am going to tell you what I want, and the only thing I want to hear come out of your mouth when I am done talking are the words 'I understand'."

I say nothing. He sounds kind of odd, different....almost stern.

He starts speaking again, "I will be home in 30 minutes. You are to be waiting for me in the bedroom. You are to take a quick shower, then pick out a garter belt and stockings. The garter belt is to be pink, the stockings are to be either pink or white, and you are to also wear those light pink heels of yours."

He pauses, as if to make sure that I understand his instructions so far. He continues; "Then, I want you to get out the lube and oil yourself up. By the time I walk in the door, all I want to see is your ass up in the air, legs spread, covered in oil from ass to cunt, and you playing with yourself with your fingers. Enjoy yourself while you can, because after that your only purpose for the rest of the night is to pleasure me."

I am struck silent by this new side of my lover.

With impatience in his voice, he prompts me for my response "Do you understand?"

"I understand," I reply, my words followed by only the sound of the call being disconnected.

I just sit there for the next several minutes in a daze, unable to grasp the meaning of this new development. Full comprehension comes to me suddenly, and I immediately jump up and dash for the bathroom, turning on the shower. I bathe quickly, shaving thoroughly, then towel off and hurry back into the bedroom, digging frantically for the items he told me to be wearing, overly aware of the minutes ticking by. I put on my pink garter belt, slip on a brand new pair of white stockings, then slide on my pink spiked-heel shoes, fastening the strap around my ankles. Grabbing a brush, I quickly put my hair into a braided ponytail, then take a quick glance at the clock. Time grows short.

I start getting stuff out next. I make sure that anything else he might want to use is in the compartment in the headboard (the cuffs, blindfold, nipple clamps, etc), neatly arranged within easy reach. Then, I straighten out the bed, place a pillow, along with a bottle of lube in the center of the bed. I place a small stack of porn movies next to the VCR, light a couple of candles, and turn off all of the lights. I glance at the clock again.

Less than five minutes left.

I start to get myself into position. First, I crawl on my hands and knees to where the pillow lies, fold the pillow in half, and place it under my abdomen, making sure that I am facing directly away from the doorway. I bend and spread my legs about half way apart, pour some lube into my right hand, and soak every square inch between my thighs with it, working it lightly into my pussy and ass. Now, all that's left to do is wait ... and anticipate.

It seems like only a couple of minutes before I hear his truck pull up, followed a few minutes later by the sound of the front door opening. I hear his footsteps coming down the hall, approaching our room. I realize that he didn't even stop to grab a beer before heading back; he must really be eager to get started. I stay facing away from him as he walks into the room and stops just behind me.

"Very nice," he says, as he pulls my hand away.

"I want to watch you," he says, "Spread yourself open as far as you can with one hand and finger yourself with the other."

I comply, feeling a bit odd knowing how closely he is watching me, but I try to make it as erotic as I can for him. Minutes later, just when I am hoping he will join in, he grabs both my wrists in one hand and a moment later I feel cold metal locking around one wrist, followed immediately with my other wrist. I automatically try to pull my wrists apart, but find that I am unable. Then I realize that he hadn't been anywhere except behind me since he walked into the room, which means that he already had the handcuffs with him. Already having the handcuffs ready makes me realize something; he had this planned since before he left the house.

This is the first time I can ever remember that he has planned something in advance.

Knowing he has a plan fills me with both excitement, and a bit of apprehension, though I have to admit that the main thing I am feeling is highly aroused. He tells me to stay put minute and I hear the bathroom door close behind me.

A few minutes later I hear the door open, and I feel his hand on my arm as he pulls me up into a kneeling position. He lets go, then moves to the head of the bed and get on, sitting upright against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him. He tells me to crawl up until I'm next to him. It's a bit of a struggle with my hands firmly cuffed behind my back, but I finally make it. He turns me so I am sideways to him, then manipulates me until I am face down with my head in his lap with my prone body at a right angle to his body. I look up at him, saying nothing.

"I know what you want," he says as he wraps one of his hands firmly in my hair.

I lower my head and take his cock into my mouth and start working it with my tongue. Quickly, it starts to grow, and as his cock stiffens he places one of his hands around the base of it, with his other hand tightens his grip on my hair. He uses my hair to guide me up and down along the length of his shaft; and none too gently.

After a while, he pulls my head up by my hair away from his now rock-hard cock.

He tells me that there is something else that would pleasure him, and drags me by the upper arms farther across his lap so that my stomach rests across his thighs. Even though my hands are still cuffed at the wrists, he restrains me even further by grabbing my upper left arm and pulling it towards him, effectively limiting my motion. His other hand starts spanking my round ass cheeks, making me twitch with pleasure. Soon, though, the feeling of his hand striking my ass becomes more pain than pleasure. I start squirming in discomfort, but he just tightens his grip on my arm and pulls me harder against him.

For some reason it occurs to me that in all the times he has bound me to this, or taped me to that, I have never felt quite so restricted as I do right now pinned against him. After several minutes of this, he tries to force his hand down between my thighs, but I resist.

Roughly he grabs my thighs and throws them apart, then proceeds to punish my pussy for not spreading for him by slapping it sharply with his open palm. He stops, telling me not to move, then reaches over me, fastening leather cuffs around each ankle, and, as I discover when I test my freedom of movement, he has attached the spreader bar, making it impossible for me to close my thighs.

He resumes slamming his hand sharply on my ass, which is now actively burning. The next sharp slaps lands squarely on my spread open pussy, making me yelp, but as the sting fades I realize something. The whole time I have been laying here complaining to myself about the unusually high level of pain he's been subjecting me to tonight, my pussy has been steadily dripping and is now completely drenched with my juices! Maybe, in that way, he really does know me better than I know myself. Scary.

I feel a warm, smooth object running along my pussy and ass, pressing down more firmly as it passes over each of my holes.

Warm? That cinches it. If the fact that he had handcuffs ready when he walked into the bedroom isn't proof enough, the fact that my toys are already warmed confirms my thoughts that he had everything planned before he left the house earlier. He brings his hand down hard on my now tender ass several more times, then shoves the dildo in my pussy. He pumps it back and forth steadily, until it's as deep as it will go.

Then, in one swift move, he yanks it out! I open my mouth to voice a protest when he grabs the biggest dildo we have and shoves it all the way in; in one stroke! In and out he moves it, fast and hard! By now he has released my left arm and is spanking me randomly. I feel lube trickle down the crack of my ass, all the way down. Next thing I know, while he is brutalizing my pussy with the toy, he slowly pushes one of the smaller anal toys up my ass.

This is too much.

Sensation overload.

Almost immediately I start to come as he pumps both toys back and forth. I ride the wave for a while, crying out in pleasure, for what seems like a very long time. As the pulsating inside me stars to ebb, he pulls out the dildo in my pussy, and move out from under me.

Next thing I know I'm being yanked up from behind, with pillows being shoved under my hips, raising my ass high in the air. My hand still cuffed behind me, he orders me to spread my ass cheeks as far apart as I can, then proceeds to remove the toy from my ass and replace it with the head of his huge, iron-hard cock. Slowly he eases in, dripping more oil on us. He pushes steadily until he is in as far as he can go, then starts pumping away, plunging deep into my ass each time before pulling back.

After several minutes of being slammed into the pillows by sheer force, I can feel his cock start to swell as he gets ready to come, and realize that I am about to come again as well. We explode together, our voices drowning each other out in pure pleasure, this moment lasting forever. All too soon, the lights fade, and we fall into each other, completely sated, yet again.

His Plaything



Creamy lace is nestled over breasts, and between cheeks over dusky chocolate skin. Your velvety voice whispers seduction making me shiver where I stand. Your fingers twine into my curly locks, and caress my neck sweetly, softening my whimpers of wanting. Ropes gently wrap around my ankles and wrists making me feel safe, held close in darkness. So easily you have me helplessly entwined. Your gaze pierces through me watching me as the ropes tighten. My body temperature and heart rate ratchet, my thighs becoming coated with desire.

You reach out one finger and I quiver in anticipation. I internally beg for you to touch me where I want straining against my bindings. You don't because it is about what you want. And you want to show me that I belong to you, that I serve your purposes. 

A fingernail lightly scratches along my spine causing me to shiver and then my eyes are covered with the softest of silks, heightening my senses. The front clasp of my bra springs open, freeing my breasts as the strapless garment falls. I cry out ,as an ice cube touches my nipple, making it stand straight up with sensitivity. I try to move back but I can't and it melts as you hold it against my hot skin moving it in slow lazy circles over and over. An icy river trickles down my stomach past my navel, as you switch nipples giving my other side the same treatment. The first drop reaches the top of my thong and my shiver makes you chuckle softly. You put the remainder of the ice cube into my panties directly over my clit. You kiss my lips and clit over the fabric of my panties and your warm mouth and tongue combined with the cold ice cube makes my breaths come out in pants and gasps. It is torturous. 

My panties slide down my legs. You ravage my mouth with your tongue and lips, before gagging me with my own lacy underwear. You must have cut the sides to get them off. You tie something over it to keep it in place. My own taste soaks it entirely, and I almost go over the edge. My knees go week and I am thankful that I am being held up so comfortably. I want you to taste what I do so I need to be a good girl. 

I feel leather draw lazily against my stomach. And then it I feel its sharp kiss on my ass. Hiss crack hisss crack is the sound it makes as you switch checks every few strokes. The tempo builds as the strokes become harder, crack crack crack. I loose count, I loose all sensation of time as my blood races in my veins, burning my skin as it rushes to the surface. You know how this affects me, as I try to move towards the strokes, wanting the pain for the release I so desperately need. 

And suddenly, where are you? What do I do without you, bound and blindfolded my chest heaving and as my own river of nectar streams down my legs? Smack smack! You catch my breasts with your hands and grab my nipples as I recoil the full two inches I can move, pulling on my own nipples with your hands. I move closer to you to relieve the tension but you move back just as quickly, keeping my nipples taught. You twist adding to the delicious torture as my stream starts turning into a river. 

Twisting and twisting like the knobs of an old television knob. I whimper into my gag and I am almost at tears when you let go. They spring back into their normal shape and the blood rushes in, bringing with it more sweet pain. Your hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back exposing my neck to you, moving me as you wish. You kiss and bite, lick and suckle my neck and face.

Every nerve fiber of my being is a live wire. You remove my gag and start to play with my body like a well tuned instrument, knowing exactly where and how you need to touch to elicit the sounds you desire and turn it into a symphony of pleasure. 

Sighs elicited by a finger tickling my spine. A sudden bite to my neck yields a sharp gasp. Followed by sloppy sucking and kisses, I moan softly. Your hand grabs my ass, as the fingers on your other hand enter me, and I strain against my bounds trying to move closer moaning loader. Slowly two fingers fuck me slowly as another rubs my clit. I try to hump your hands desperately, but you move further away when I do reminding my softly about your control of the situation. You keep your torturous pace. And then, something changes. Maybe my scent wafting up from my engorged pussy hits your nostrils. Maybe you tasted the juices covering your arm. 

Your tongue hits my most sensitive core of my being, as your fingers enter my pussy and my darkest rosebud at the same time. I cry out and beg for you to stop, for you not to stop, please don't stop. Your tongue lashes me and as you hit all of my spots and my mind explodes. As far away as I am from myself, I hear you say come between licks and slurps and I scream your successes to you. 

You don't stop fingering my asshole, pussy or your punishment with your tongue as you attempt to catch all of my gushing, only encouraging me to come more. I come to, some time later, again grateful to be held up, otherwise I would have fallen down as you continued your amazing assault. 

You are more than satisfied with my performance, and the show I have put on for you. But it has been my time for long enough, and you have been teasing yourself as well as you used my body and pleasured me. You release my ankles. 

I feel the tip of your head at my entrance as your hand curves my hips to you. Usually you are patient, but today is not one of those days. You lift me with your strong arms and you enter me swiftly impaling me on you, slickness immediately letting you in to the hilt. I groan as you fill me completely, as always you fit perfectly, and my legs wrap around you. 

I bounce up and down sliding on your shaft as you hit my clit and gspot in this position over and over. You whisper against my skin that I have been such a good pet that I may orgasm freely. I loose count of how many times I do, and my cunt is so sensitive that I squeeze you tight on every thrust. I feel your urgency as you go faster, grunting pushing all the way into me, taking me. I bits and suck on your neck and shoulders, anything I can reach, as I am telling you with my body yielding to you. Offering myself to you take me. Your tongue thrusts into my mouth, with just as much fevered intensity as you are thrusting into my body.

I can feel your body tense and I tighten myself even more, as you hold me to you as tight as you can, I feel the pulses of your love spurt inside of me.



His Playthings



He reached for his wineglass sitting on the coffee table next to him. From his position on the couch he enjoyed watching the two young woman standing in front on him; his beautiful blonde "eve" and the new addition, redheaded "alex". 

They stood a few feet in front of him dressed in only bras, panties and heels. Eve had removed her raincoat and alex had also dropped her silk robe as requested.

He sipped from his glass and let the woman think about how the evening would progress. He gazed at alex's body knowing she would be the most nervous. He could detect some slight trembling but was proud of her all the same. This would be hard for her and he planned to be gentle, as gentle as he was capable of. 

Her fingertips were shaking as her hands lay close to her hips. He indicated for eve to take alex's hand into hers. Eve reached over and grasped her hand. The women stood that way for their master's viewing; eve holding alex's hand firmly as they both watched him.... Waiting. 

"Turn and look at each other," he requested. The woman did as he wished, still holding their inside hands. As they were waiting for further instructions, they looked at each other intently. He decided to make eve the aggressor for the coming events. He wanted to go slowly, as did his hardening cock. 

"Kiss her," he demanded of eve. Eve slowly stepped closer to alex until there was no visible space between them. She was careful not to touch the redheaded woman any more than necessary until instructed. She didn't want to disobey him in any way and receive his wrath. 

She slowly leaned her lips toward alex's and kissed her slowly and delicately. Just dry soft lips against dry soft lips. He allowed them to kiss that way for a few minutes. He noticed both woman softening and relaxing. His cock was obviously enjoying the show. He reached down to touch himself through his slacks. 

"Open your mouth alex," he further instructed. Alex moaned as she heard his command. She opened her mouth slightly. Enough to allow eve to teasingly lick the insides of her lips.

Some small whimpers and gasps escaped the woman’s mouths. The women were so close together, it was difficult for him to tell who the noises were coming from. He began to stroke in earnest knowing he would have an amazing evening. 

"Stop! On your knees eve," he ordered his blonde beauty. She immediately fell to the ground in front of alex. 

"Spread your legs alex," he advised. Alex spread her legs the exact amount that he usually desired when he made this request. Her red pubic hair was touching eve's nose. Eve closed her eyes and inhaled the other woman's scent.

"Get that pussy very wet for my cock," the master groaned to the blonde. Eve leaned slightly closer and nuzzled the redheaded thatch of hair between the alex's legs. Alex wore similar crotchless panties to eve's, which allowed the maximum exposure. 

She opened her mouth and let her tongue dart out and lick the tender swollen exposed lips. Alex let out a cry of pleasure and received a strict look from the master. She immediately stifled further noises and bit her lip while the female tongue licked the opening where she received her master's cock. 

After slurping and tasting her hole, eve moved up slightly to find the little treasure hidden under a fold of skin. Alex's clit was swollen and resembled a miniature penis standing erect. She licked and nibbled it slightly and then opened her mouth and suckled it with all her might.

Alex bit hard on her lip to keep from making any noise. She had never felt another tongue on her before, only the master's. The strange tongue was small, rough and catlike. 

She felt herself come close to orgasm and looked to her master for permission. He shook his head anticipating your unspoken question.

She grimaced knowing she could not come unless he allowed it. It took every bit of her concentration to prevent this from happening. The blonde continued to suckle her like a baby to a tit. Tears started to form in the corners of the redhead’s eyes as she struggled with this new torment. 

"Stop!" he ordered from his seat on the couch. Eve fell away from the other woman’s crotch and smiled in pleasure. She grinned at her master and he nodded his approval to her. 

Alex bit back a moan of mixed relief and frustration. Her head fell back on her neck and her eyes closed, but she did not move or make a sound until commanded. 

"Undress me eve," he demanded. 

He stood as she moved toward him. He allowed her to slowly strip him of clothing while alex watched from her spread position. She felt her muscles strain with the effort of maintaining this stance but knew she would be punished if she moved in any way. 


After his clothing was removed, he walked toward alex and looked into her smoldering eyes. He told eve to drop in between them, on her knees and suck his cock. She did as requested quickly and eagerly. 

The three of them stayed in that position while the blonde sucked and licked him. All the while, he looked into alex's eyes and enjoyed watching her spread legged in front of him. 

They were so close that the back of eve's head brushed against alex's crotchless panties with each withdraw of her mouth. He didn't fuck eve's mouth with the usual vigor. He had a long evening of events planned and he wanted to remain as hard as possible for this first episode. 

He finally pulled away from the blonde’s mouth and turned alex around so that he could stroke her ass. He pulled down her thin panties. He loved the way the round pink cheeks grew rosie when spanked. He made a few playful slaps across them and watched them pink up quickly under his hand. 

After he was satisfied with the color of her ass, he pulled her panties back in place and was happy to see his handprints through the delicate material. He bent her over so that her hands touched her toes and reached to touch her pussy lips. 

He spent some time rubbing and touching her saliva soaked crotch then stepped forward and entered her in one swift movement, burying himself to the hilt. 

He could feel the fabric of her panties against his pubic bone as he entered the strategic hole in the crotch. She gasped a little more than he desired and she received a strong slap on the ass in response. 

She bit her lip and vowed to remain as silent as possible the rest of the evening. Her master plowed her with vengeance enjoying how tight she felt in this position. Her pussy squeezed his cock.

He motioned for eve to kneel behind and under him. He told her to suck and lick his balls while he pistoned into alex. She did her best to keep up as he fucked the girls red crotch. 

The feeling was exquisite. The tight pussy hugging his cock and the wet, warm mouth on his balls was more than he could take. He could feel his orgasm approaching. 

"Cum alex," he requested and was rewarded with a squeezing of her pussy as she climaxed in tight little spasms. 

He felt himself start to cum and quickly pulled out of alex letting her finish her orgasm with an empty pussy. He positioned himself over eve and thrust deep into her open mouth. "Drink it bitch," he demanded as he fucked her head as hard as he could. 


She had to hold onto his legs to keep from falling backwards with the force of each thrust. "UNgggggggg," he moaned as he released himself deep within the blonde’s warm throat. She swallowed it all enjoying the familiar taste of him.

He continued to pump as the last few spurts of come flowed from his cock. Finally, he pulled out and lay back on the couch. 

He looked at alex and said, "Kiss her! Lick all my juice out of her mouth. Whatever the greedy cunt hasn't already swallowed that is". He chuckled as he watched the women lay back on the floor and kiss each other deeply.

He was still grinning much later as he continued to watch the women writhe on the floor and his cock started to rise again. It would be a long night indeed...



His Playtoy



The night started innocently enough.

We had been playing with the idea of bringing in a younger girl for you to play with. It had started as a joke... I made a comment about if you cheat on me at least let me watch... brushed off at the time but a later time it came up again and you asked, would I be willing to watch you fuck another girl? I said maybe, truth be told though the idea turned me on.

Anyway time passed and the fantasy was there in the background as a source of entertainment, but I didn't really think we would ever get the chance to make it real.

We were heading to a movie, as usual, when we past this girl hitchhiking on the road. She had long curly red hair and a hot young body dressed in a very short skirt and a skimpy top. I thought hey what's the harm in giving her a lift, I knew her presence would turn you on instantly and that I would benefit later! I gave you a nudge and said, go on pick her up take her where she wants to go.

So we did.

Her name was Jessica and she had just turned 18 last week, funny thing though, while she was hitchhiking, she didn't really have a destination, she was just trying to get away from the place she was at cause she had fought with some friends and didn't want to stay at the party.

I gave you a side glance and asked her if she wanted to come with us to a movie since she had nothing to do. She looked out the window for a few seconds, and then said sure why not, what were you going to see?

We pulled up at the theatre, went and bought tickets and headed to the candy bar. We bought a heap of munchies and drinks and headed to the theatre. I let you pick where to sit and you guided us to some seats near the top and slightly away from the few other people in the cinema, I indicated to Jessica that I liked to sit on the aisle and gestured for her to take a seat, you then sat down in between the two of us.

I got myself comfortable in a position where I wasn't able to see past you to the lovely little teen sitting on the other side of you. She was at your mercy. She also wasn't wearing very much and the air-conditioning was working quite well, I couldn't see them myself but I was sure you were getting a good look at some perky little nipples poking through that thin top she was wearing.

The movie started after a few previews and you finished your ice cream and went on to your box of popcorn. I sat back to enjoy your antics.

You started by throwing a couple of popcorn bits at me, I told you to find something else to play with, knowing full well what I meant! You then started by tossing a popcorn casually towards her, bouncing it off her thigh. She just gave you a funny look and kept watching the movie. 

You threw a couple more; she casually threw them back at you. You took a handful and threw the lot at her, which made her giggle and start to brush them off then stood up and shook the rest off. I could almost feel your cock grow at the sight.

You then backed off, because you are all man and know exactly how to hook this little princess. By the end of the movie she will be begging for your cock, she just doesn't know it yet.

You let some time pass and then lean in close and whisper hotly in her ear, does she want anything from the candy bar. She says no thanks I'm ok, and you get up to go to the lobby. You come back with chocolate m&m's and I know exactly what you are up to, popcorn is one thing, but throw some chocolate at a girl and its just a whole different story. 

You settle back into your seat and glance at her hard nipples, it is defiantly cold in the cinema and she is wearing so little. You offer her your jacket and she takes you up on it, stands up again and gives you a face full of round ass as she wiggles herself into your warm jacket and sits back down. You wait a few mins and lean over and whisper in her ear again is she warm now. She says yes thank you so much, and settles in to get more comfortable, putting her bare feet up on the chair, showing you her long legs not realising the effect it would have on a man like you.

Now the movie is about half way through and its time for you move things along. You know that whispering in her ear and throwing the popcorn at her has lightened her mood and even probably turned her on a little bit, but its time for a bit more.

You throw an m&m at her. It lands in between her legs. She picks it up, looks sideways at you and pops it in her mouth. You throw her another, she catches it and pops it in her mouth this time not looking at you but watching the movie again. You wait. Your hand sneaks to the almost empty popcorn and casually toss the contents of it onto her outstretched legs, she jumps her legs come open and closed again as she reacts. You then say sorry that was uncalled for and reach over with your hand and gently brush the popcorn bits off her legs knowing full well your touch will be stirring something in her.

At this time I tell you to stop being such a kid and watch the movie. I try to sound like the annoyed girlfriend but in reality I'm hoping we get to take this lovely little thing home so that I can watch you teach her how to satisfy a man. At this point I am wondering who is getting more out of this, you or me.

You keep up the chocolate throwing game, eating one yourself and then tossing one onto her ... you aim for her top and score... chocolate falls between her breasts and she has to reach in to get it. You can tell she is enjoying your game but you still haven't quite got her yet. 

You go back to the ear whispering tactic and ask her if she is enjoying the movie but this time you keep your mouth close to her ear and go on to ask her if she is warm. She nods but does not pull away and you quickly but gently brush her earlobe with your lips and return to watching the movie with your arm now resting on the armrest in between the two of you.

You wait knowing she will respond and you are rewarded as she wiggles herself so that her arm is resting against yours. You continue to wait knowing there is more. She sighs loudly and says my legs are cold I think I will use your jacket as a blanket and she proceeds to stand up again this time very obviously sticking her little bum in your face she wiggles out of your jacket and sits back down, places the jacket across her legs and her feet back up on the chair in front, but this time she puts her foot down in between the 2 seats on the handle part which leaves her leg resting oh so innocently against yours.

By this time you know she is all yours and you lean over and whisper to her "sweetheart you are making an old man very horny" she doesn't respond but moves her leg more firmly against yours inviting you to have a feel.

You make your move, letting your hand wander under the jacket to her soft waiting thigh, you feel her tense at your touch and you know you will be able to do anything you want to her. You decide to take your time and really build her up. You make tiny circles with your fingers up and down her thigh staying well away from her pussy, you know it is wet already but you want her begging for it. You trace your fingers down the outside of her leg to the top of her knee and then start back up moving slowly towards the inside of her thigh. She opens her legs to give you access but you are not going to give her what she wants. Not yet.

You play with her that way for a few more minutes and then withdraw your hand and move yourself slightly away from her. You whisper to me, are you ok with this are we doing it? I said why stop now let's see where it goes. 

You turn your attention back to the movie and consider your next move. A piece of popcorn lands in your lap and you turn and look at Jessica. She is sitting there looking very flushed but doesn't say anything, just looks at you with those innocent young eyes. The movie ends suddenly no one was really paying attention suddenly the lights were coming up, it was rather funny really looking back on it. We all sat there watching the credits roll and then you say ok lets go and we all get up and go.

When we get back to the van I ask Jessica where we can drop her off and she glances at you and replies anywhere on the train line would be ok thank you. I ask her where she is going on the train and she says just into the city. I offer that we can drive her right into the city but that I need to stop at mailbox first so she will have to sit in the middle if that is ok.

She says sure not realising that sitting in the middle means straddling the gear shift with one leg next to you and one next to me. Sitting there with her mini skirt on looked awesomely awkward, she didn't look very comfortable. You made sure to keep needing to adjust the gear between her legs brushing against her leg with your fingers each time.

I got out to check the mail box (which was bullshit I just wanted to give you a minute to push her to the edge) and waited knowing it was now or never. In the van, as soon as I got out of the car you turned to her, and in one move had 2 fingers up her wet cunt and your tongue down her throat. You then pulled away just as quick and said so where in the city are we dropping you?

This was her moment, she had just been molested by this mans fingers while his girlfriend was out of the car, but she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life, and knew she wanted this man to fuck her. She turned her head and said "make me your slut" this was all you needed to hear and when I got back in the car you looked past her to me and said, Jessica here wants me to make her my slut is that ok with you? I looked at Jessica who had turned to look at me and told her Alan is your master tonight, look at him not at me.

You started the car and off we went in silence.

Part two

On the way back to your place, you continue your game. Brushing against her leg with your fingers as often as you can but never giving her what she wants, just teasing knowing the more you can get her worked up the more she will do whatever it is you want later.

We can both tell she is nervous by the way she plays with her hands and isn't looking around much, she is torn by her body sensations and her mind telling her this is a bad idea. We know it is too but the wheels are in motion and we both intend to get what we want. You want to fuck a young girl with me watching and I want to make her submit to whatever your whim. 

You hand me the keys and I get out and lead the way to the front door, while you help her out of the car and place your hand gently on her tiny waist and guide her towards the door. This is the only time you will be gentle with this naughty little princess tonight. She is young and should never have been hitchhiking or accepted to come back home with us. She needs punishment and you plan to deal with her appropriately. She is a slut to come home with us and must learn her lesson as a result.

You close the door behind her and move your hand to the back of her neck. You feel her tense a little bit but know she still feels quite safe. 

You guide her by the back of her neck to your bedroom and here the real games begin. You still have the back of her neck in your hands and you gently move your fingers through her hair, you ask her if she is naughty coming back here with you and she says yes. I speak up and tell her reply yes ALAN I AM naughty coming back here with you. She tries to turn her head to give me a look (as teenagers feel they have the right to do) but you are now in control and you tighten your fingers in her hair and hold her in place and ask her again; is she naughty coming back here with you. Her voice trembles with the first little show of fear "yes Alan I am naughty coming back here with you" 

With that you pull her head to the side and bite her on the neck, hard enough to hurt but not break the skin, you pull her head to the other side and do the same biting enough to tell her she is in trouble. You look at me waiting and know its time, you move your hands down her sides and lift her top over her head but then wrap it around her hands behind her so she cant move them. She then realises I am behind her as I make sure she doesn't try to release them. 

She is now naked from the waist up and wearing only her mini skirt and heels. You drag her down to her knees by the hair and tell me to take your pants down. I am now behind her, also on my knees ready to take part, so I reach both arms around Jessica and pull your pants down revealing your already throbbing cock. I know you are looking down at her watching her reaction, so I reach around her again this time cupping her breasts in my hands and running my thumbs over her nipples. You know full well that I don't get into girls at all and your cock gets even harder at this display of willing obedience.

You move back so that you can lean on the wall behind you and look me in the eye with a smile. I know what you want and you know it's what I want. 

Your cock is harder than I have seen it in a long time and I wonder for a second if young Jessica has ever seen a cock this big let alone having one impaled down her throat. The thought doesn't last though, and I make my own move, taking one hand after another and securing my fingers in her hair and around the back of her head I guide her mouth to your cock. It is my turn first. You just lean back and watch as the swollen head of your cock meets her lips, but she is silly and resists, doesn't open her mouth for you. You reach down grab your cock and I hold her head still while you slap her hard around the face, we can hear her whimper and she is struggling but this suits me fine and I am certain you are enjoying it as well. This time when your head touches her lips she starts to open her mouth then resistance takes over again. It is clear she has never sucked a cock in her life and is scared now.

I look you in the eye almost as if for permission for my next move, your cock is placed against her lips and my hands are in her hair holding her head in place so I take one of my hands and reach around and plug her nose, she is shocked and instantly opens her mouth and I move her head onto your cock. Now she is sort of cooperating, understanding that she isn't going to get out of this one, she opens her mouth and I start to fuck your cock with her head, I'm loving the look in your eye and knowing you will only take this for so long before you want to take over. You hold still for as long as you can then with a silent communication between us, I know what you want and hold her head while you fuck your cock all the way in and out, you know I'm getting very horny watching this and you are also getting close to blowing your load far too soon.

You pull your cock out of her mouth and she gasps for breathe. I let go of her head and let her collapse on the floor. You tell me to get on the bed and give you something to fuck. I am more than happy to give you what you want and move myself so that I am in a good position for you as well as being able to see her. She is on the floor next to you, and you put your hand on her head and bring her to sitting position beside you but on the floor. 

You keep your hand in her hair to make sure she doesn't try to move away because you have plans for her. 

You put your rock hard cock at the entrance of my pussy and slip it all the way into the hilt; you knew I would be so wet that you would fall right in. Watching you fuck her face had turned me on so much that plenty of juices were there. You gave me a good fucking in and out for a few strokes then pulling her head back made her lick my juices off your cock. You repeated this for a while but you get bored quickly and were ready for more. My ass wasn't ready but you were, so with a few good strokes in my nice wet hole you quickly plunged it into my ass, you knew I was enjoying the night and wanted to make sure I still knew who was boss. It didn't take long for you to bring me to a massive soaking wet orgasm and that's when you decided it was time for your first release of the long night ahead. While I was recovering from your incredible fucking, you took her head in both hands and shoved your cock that had just been fucking my ass to orgasm slowly into her mouth and then pulled it back out making her taste ever bit. Her eyes were closed and you told her to open them and look at you. She didn't so you reached down and smacked her face smartly, she didn't even see it coming. By now I had recovered and was enjoying her displeasure. I moved myself back to behind her on the bed with my legs on each side of her and put my hands onto the back of her head again. I knew you were ready to blow and I was going to make sure she did not make any mess. She would swallow every drop. 

You were not quite there yet though and just continued to fuck her face with your cock, with me holding her there so she had no where to go. I started to make her fuck your cock back with her head, moving it up and down your cock making her take it all in and all out building you up knowing you were close, I then leaned over her and took your left nipple into my mouth and started teasing it with my tongue and got ready for it. I knew this would put you over the edge and it did, you thrust in and my hand went to her nose and my body up against her head so she truly had NO choice, your massive load of sperm went down her throat and we both looked at each other as we took our pleasure in listening to her gag on your still Cumming cock. I knew that you had more in you though, and she didn't, so we let up, and brought your cock right back to her lips but still in her mouth and then the rest came spilling out around her lips filling up her mouth and making her taste it, I force her head back onto your cock and hold her there feeling you cum more and more down her throat. 

We hadn't had time to get together for ages so the cum had built up and I knew that with this young lass in our hands, it would not take long for you to get hard again. She still didn't even have her skirt or heels off. There was plenty more fun to come.

Part three

You like a clean little princess so it was shower time all around you went first so that you were also ready when she came out of the shower. There would be no escape for this little one, this is a fantasy that you have had for a long time and who knows when it might come around again if ever. You knew that it was possibly your only chance to get everything you wanted from the situation. 

Your cock was soft now but that wouldn't last long and it would be good for little miss to learn how to get a man hard.

She finished a long shower and quite likely had convinced herself that she had some control in this situation. How wrong she was though. I knew full well who was in control and it was not me or her.

I went in the shower next planning to leave you alone with her for a little while. I knew that I was the one who wanted to see her roughed up and also knew that you like to play it both ways so I figured I would give you some time to be nice. Little did I know you had no plans of being nice to this one. She was here for your pleasure and my pleasure and for her punishment.

You were lying on the bed when she came back in dressed in a towel. You had already locked the bedroom door from the outside before she got out of shower so there wasn't anywhere for her to go but past you on the bed to go back through the bathroom where I was.

"Jessica, drop the towel." She stood there like a deer in headlights and didn't move. "Jessica drop the towel now" she must have realised by your tone that she had better do as she was told. She dropped the towel but you could tell she didn't want to. "Turn around" she slowly turned around until she was back facing you again. By now I had finished my shower and gone around and put some music on, thinking that you might like her to treat you to a lap dance. You were on the same page but were happy to make her do it without music. I think you just wanted the show and I can hardly blame you because she really was a hot young thing.




His Playtoy



Her hair was only towelled dry and hanging loose around her shoulders and down her back, I had a vision of you with your hands wrapped in her hair fucking her from behind violently pulling her back on your cock each time. I knew it would only be a matter of time until I was seeing it for real. I thought it might make me feel jealous but I really wanted to see your cock pushing into her tight pussy and was looking forward to that, but first it would be your turn.

I had not spoken to her much throughout the night, but now I spoke up. "Jessica you are young and go to these rave parties right?" "Yes" she replied. "Well, I think its time you showed Alan what young girls do at these parties, dance for him now"

She looked at the floor and I said quietly "Jessica I think you should dance NOW" she looked up at me and for some reason just decided she better do as I said and she started dancing slowly around on the floor, naked and embarrassed. I told her to get up on the bed and put on a good show for her master. I told her that if she did good then he would not hurt her. (I was lying though, who needs to be honest in these situations?)

You lay there watching for a bit but she wasn't really doing that good a job of it all and I could tell you were getting bored. I also knew when you got bored it would be game on again and look out Jessica ha-ha. You began to inch your way to the end of the bed, getting a look at her open pussy as you passed under her legs and moved yourself to standing at the end of the bed and told her to come put her face on your cock NOW.

You told her she was a terrible dancer and hoped she was a better fuck. She came to the end of the bed and sat at the end, but you were too low for her cause your bed is so high up, this works to your advantage because you can put your self in a position of supreme control easily and you plan to do this to Jessica. You reach for her head with your hands and start to secure yourself there, but she is at chest level with you here. I reach around from behind you now, and pull her down by the legs so that she is now stuck between you and the bed and again finds herself with no where to go.

You slip your cock in her mouth and work it down into her throat, she has no choice but to take it and is gagging as you slide it in and out touching the back of her throat at an angle that is no where near comfortable for her. You fuck her face like this for awhile but then you want more and I want to be involved.

You reach down under her and easily pull her back up on the bed and take one leg in each hand and bend her legs back to her body exposing her pussy that you have only touched once so far, in the parking lot earlier in the night. You move yourself so that I can get my hand on your cock. Now is the part I have been waiting for, I get to watch you split this poor young girl in two with your now raging hard cock. I take your cock in my hand and give it a good wank, then I push you closer to her and start moving the head of your cock up and down her wet opening, teasing her and teasing you and loving every bit of it. Each time I slide your cock right up to the top of her opening and slowly down pretending I am going to put it in, but then continuing down til you are poised at the entrance of her surely virgin asshole.

You have your hand on her lower back now and can feel her getting hot when I rub her clit with the hot swollen cockhead but then feel her pull away as I push the head gently into her asshole each time. There is no way I am going to let you fuck this girls pussy first, I'm going to make her take you in the ass first. This is not a pleasure experience for her it is a control one for you and for me, and I want her to take you in the ass first. I tell you to make sure she can't get away, and you move your hand around to the front of her taking her mound in your hand and teasing the little wet button at the same time. She is so little that you can do this easily. Your other hand moves and slaps her ass, I wait knowing this is something you love and you slap her again. I see the red mark from your hand and felt her jump under you but she had no where to go and with her face smashed into the bed there wasn't any real sound coming out of her. She could breathe but that was about it.

I waited til you had your fill of slapping her, with red marks nicely placed all over her round bum; I went back to my game. Running your cock up and down, each time pushing it deeper into her ass but still just the head. You had taken me in one swoop but you got your cock wet first. I was making you take her slowly, but with only just enough lubrication each time to move a little more in at a time.

Now I wanted more so on the next pass I let you get your cock a little more wet but only let you put it in halfway. As I brought your cockhead, now purple it was so hard from my teasing I placed it directly on her asshole and reached both arms around grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back onto your cock, impaling it all the way in. She screamed into the bed and I don't think even you expected me to do that but it was enough to set you off, and I backed off and watched you fuck her with no mercy. You went on for about 10 mins, fucking her in the ass, hard then slow then fast then hammering her as hard as you could. Then you stopped, pulled your cock out and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her around. She had already sucked your cock with the taste of my ass on it now it was time for her to lick herself off you. You weren't going to cum this time tho, last time had set the stage and you were going to be able to go all night now. When you had enough of her mouth, you pushed her back down and pulled her hips up and sank finally into her pussy.

She thought she was going to get a good fucking then but she was wrong because you were just getting lubed up for round two. You now reached up and grabbed her hair; pulling her up off the bed and making her arch her back and stick her ass up to your waiting cock. She did get a good fucking then but it wasn't the way she wanted it. You had her by the hair and fucked her ass again she had no idea what had hit her. This was defiantly not what she had bargained for when she agreed to go home with these nice people.

You had just gotten started though and looked over at me, told me to come to the floor; I didn't really want to but knew that I also had no choice. You are the boss and in charge and I would be best off doing as I was told. I got on my knees and watched your cock fucking in and out of her pussy, I could see that she wasn't very wet because it was dragging around your cock and not sliding in and out. You know I love a good throat fucking so you grabbed my head and made me suck your cock and get it nice and wet and then put it back in her pussy.

This was great because it was a something I had seen on a movie at your place before and thought it looked pretty hot and controlling. Being forced to suck another girls juices off your mans cock is total control. You carried on with this for awhile, fucking her for a bit, then getting your cock wet again in my mouth before fucking her some more, then as usual you got bored and upped the stakes more. You wanted to see how far I would go. If I would resist the next step. 

You took my mouth off your cock and made me put you in her ass this time; you took one deep long stroke then told me to suck you. I looked at you with slight disgust in my eyes. I did not want to suck your cock out of her ass, this was her punishment not mine.

You grabbed me roughly by the hair tipped my head back and slowly rubbed your cock across my lips and made me lick her off and then again made me put your cock back into her ass. Again you took only one long stroke in and out and it was my turn again. I knew better than to resist and this time took your cock into my mouth and sucked her off of it. You knew you had control now and thought you would milk it a bit longer. You played with the hole you wanted, once in her pussy, once in my mouth into her ass back into my mouth. Now you wanted to cum again, and asked me if it was my turn for an orgasm. I knew I wasn't going to hand one to Jessica so I made myself ready and you fucked me hard, I love the orgasms I have on your cock and this one did not disappoint. I was quivering on the bed from a multiple orgasm and looked over to see you on the bed now, with Jessica's head under your hips and driving your cock hard into her mouth. I thought wow she must not be able to breathe there but it didn't look like you really cared, then with a massive thrust you pinned her to the bed and dumped another load into her throat, thrusting deeper and deeper with massive amounts of thick cum threatening to choke her.

I got up and called a taxi. You both showered and you offered her fifty bucks to go do what she wanted with. We paid for a taxi home for her gave her a jacket to take with her and that was the end of an incredible night. 



His Pleasurable Torment



She looked at herself in the mirror one last time. Her long ebony curls hung below her shoulders just above her waist. Her dark eyes, sharply outlined, stared back at her, glistening in the dim light like black pearls on her fair skin, beautifully dark and lit by a spark of lust and excitement. With her blood-red painted lips forming a mischievous smile she adjusted her corset one last time, making sure it did its best to amplify her full bosom, yet leave it completely exposed. Lacy red stockings hugged her legs up to her thighs, stopping just a couple of inches below her uncovered mound. She chose to wear no underwear or other garment, leaving her pussy just as bare, a symbol of her feminine dominance over any of her visitors. She secured her whip, along with the pair of cuffs that were already hanging from the belt that surrounded her lower midriff. She rarely used cuffs; they were mostly for show, as the use of ropes and knots was far more alluring to her. She lit a couple of candles and closed the velvety curtains, creating the atmosphere that she loved so much. She sat on her armchair, and images of her yet-to-arrive visitor passed behind her closed eyelids. He was just what she liked.

The ringing of her doorbell pulled her out of her thoughts. She reapplied her lipstick, lowered the lighting of the room slightly and put on her high heels.

She looked truly stunning as she walked to the door on her clicking black stiletto heels, her back straight as an arrow, hips swaying playfully. The shoes made her normally petite figure far more captivatingly intimidating. As she walked, she left behind a trail of her beautiful spicy aroma, a mix of her personal scent, the sweet smell of her womanhood and her perfume that smelled of dried fruits and sandalwood.

A hesitant knock on the door made her smile inwardly. He was getting restless.

She reached the door and looked through the little peephole. The slender figure on the other side paced back and forth, slowly, yet nervously. The precise moment he had found the courage to knock again she opened the door. His pale hand lingered hanging in the air as his eyes took her in. His lips parted in awe for just long enough for her to notice before he straightened up his back and regained some of his composure.

"I apologise for my impatience, Mistress. It will not happen again." His insides were already tied in little knots; she was one of the most beautiful erotic visions he had come across.

"I am glad," she replied firmly. "Come on in, Dan. How are you feeling?" Her tone was more affectionate this time, as she encouraged him to join her inside. As she walked inside first, leading him to the bedroom, her bareness became apparent to him. He had not looked below her waist earlier, as her breasts had taken his breath away, perfectly shaped, her dark pink nipples hard and swollen. She just radiated sexual energy. He felt a wave of warmth spreading downward inside, flowing between his hip bones and pooling between his thighs.

"I am quite well, Mistress. I am very pleased to be here. But I'm afraid my inexperience with this and my excitement have taken a toll on my nerves," he said, lowering his voice in the end as he tried unsuccessfully to steady his hands. His glance met hers for the first time and he whispered, "It's so very nice to meet you in person," and lifted a long fingered hand. As she took it, he slowly brought her hand to his delicate rosy lips and kissed it softly. It was her turn to take in the sight before her eyes. Relatively tall as he was, he stood at 1,80 with a slender but well-toned body, long cinnamon brown hair hung to his lower back, tied behind, at the height of his nape. His light blue-green eyes, framed by straight, low eyebrows slightly darker than his hair, gave him a very distinctive look, a look of innocence, maybe loneliness, even a little bit of sadness.

She smiled at him, showing her approval of his manners.

"Are you ready to begin your journey with me?" she inquired.

He felt his throat dry and cleared it to reply, "Yes, Mistress."

"Remember, you need only ask me to stop if you will. We will not establish a safe word yet, as this is an introduction to this world of pleasure, and things are better kept simple. I, however, need to point out that if you ask me to stop, I will, and this will be over for today. I will not continue if you change your mind afterward.

"Furthermore, you are not to touch yourself or me, or come without my permission. If you do, you will be punished accordingly. I will cause you no harm, Dan, I assure you. Are my terms clear to you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she replied firmly. She turned her back to him and walked to her armchair. She sat down gracefully and brought one leg to rest on the arm of the chair, exposing her sex to him. His mouth watered at the sight of her and the knot inside him tightened; a very familiar tingling raked through his manhood as he felt himself harden for her.

"Strip for me, Dan." she commanded. "Leave your clothes on the floor." Her tone left no room for any doubt as to what he was to do.

"Mistress, but I... I don't..."

Before he knew it she was standing right in front of him again. She came so close that her lips were only an inch away from his and her eyes pierced right through him as she looked right in his.

"I said," she mouthed and came slightly closer to finish her sentence, "strip," tilting her head to her side and breathing out over his lower lip. His lips parted and he leaned slightly forward, his mouth finding hers for an electric second. His hand lifted and found the curve of her waist in an attempt to pull her closer.

The next thing he felt was a sharp sting across his chest. And then another and another. His thin t-shirt did little to protect his flesh from the bite of her whip. He took an involuntary step back and gasped in surprise. His skin stung and a burning sensation spread all over his chest. It felt strangely good. Then her words rang in his ears: "You are not to touch yourself or me without my permission."

"I'm so sorry, Mistress," he apologized averting his eyes to the floor.

She turned her back to him and returned to her position in the armchair.

He stood there for a few seconds, cheeks flushed. He was not inexperienced, not really. But he had never been in this position, never made to strip on command and on his own, in front of a beautiful woman who was completely in control. His hands started shaking again as he lifted his shirt up and over his head and let it fall to the ground. His hands moved lower to the buckle of his belt. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he got rid of his jeans. There was no use in delaying or hiding himself. His arousal stood proudly between his slightly parted thighs. He couldn't hide it, really, not from her eyes, even if he actually wanted to. He closed his eyes and took off his boxers.

The sight of him was magnificent: a fully grown man, truly beautiful, yet so vulnerable to her. She was already burning up with desire, deeply longing for the feeling of his cock inside her as she would ride him like he had never been ridden before.

The cold air of the room sent chills all over him. He took in a shaky breath and opened his eyes. She was smiling at him, a coy smile. One of her hands was stroking the inside of her thigh, barely an inch away from her nether lips. Her eyes ran up and down his body, satisfaction painted all over her face. Still looking deep inside his eyes, her hand purposefully left its trail and cupped her mound. Breathing deeply she slipped a finger inside her. When she brought it out, the sight of it glistening with her wetness made his mouth water again. His eyes pleaded silently. She got up and neared him, bringing her finger to his lips.

"Would you like a taste, Dan?"

"Yes, please..." he breathed out before he could help himself.

"Then go on." Her finger touched his parted lips and his mouth softly enveloped it. A sweet little moan echoed in the quiet room as he licked it clean. Her taste was distinctive, sweet and intense. He felt his shaft harden and grow even further.

"Lie on the bed for me, Dan," she instructed as her finger left his mouth.

He walked to the four poster bed in the centre of the room and lay down. She took off her shoes, climbed up beside him and secured his limbs with rope, one tied to each poster, leaving him spreadeagled on the soft sheets. He never protested, even though he was almost sure that she could hear his heart pounding like a drum, that she could see his chest move quickly up and down with each shuddering breath he took.

She moved so that she could sit between his legs and reach all of him.

"That's a beautiful cock you have there, Dan. I am going to have a lot of fun playing with it." She said seductively, dragging her nails up his left leg, reaching his thigh and repeating with right leg, then on the insides of his thighs, stopping just before her hands reached his tightened balls that were aching for release. She had instructed him not to relieve himself for a least five days before their meeting, and he had complied.

Her small, agile hands moved to his sides to caress his skin repeatedly, ever so lightly, sending shivers up and down his spine. His eyes closed and his head tilted back at the feeling of her hands on his hips, trailing his pelvic bones over and over. He lifted his hips yearning for more, but her touch remained just as light and tantalizing as she circled around his throbbing manhood. Drops of precum had begun to form a little pool on his stomach.

It seemed like she was going on forever. He couldn't bear to open his eyes as she touched him everywhere, apart from where he needed it the most.

"Look at me," she commanded him.

It took effort to regain any control of his body. When he did, he met her gaze. Eyes still locked, she ran one finger lightly all the way up and down his shaft. Then she cupped his balls tightly.

He jumped at the sudden direct stimulation and another moan, louder this time, escaped his lips.

Looking deep into his eyes, she straddled his hips and leaned over him 'til her hard nipples brushed against his chest. He felt her breath down on his neck, her lips caressing the soft skin; her hot, wet tongue tracing patterns on his neck made his hips buck involuntarily. Her teeth brushed against his earlobe, she bit down gently, sucked on it and then gave the same treatment to the other side of his neck, taking her time with each and every sweet spot she found. The groan that left his throat when her mouth strayed down, found his right nipple and suckled it, was low and it vibrated through her; it was so desperate and filled with lust but also had a hint of anger.

"Please, just please..." his voice was hoarse.

She laughed at him as he pulled on his restraints again and again, his muscles jerking all over. His stomach glistened with his precum, and his shaft was inflamed with need.

"Please what?"

"Please. I just need to cum. It's been so long."

"Please what?" she growled bringing her face an inch away from his.

"Please, Mistress..."

"That's a good boy" she smiled her cocky smile. "I will give you everything you ever dreamt of, but it's I who gets first what I want. And that is for you to eat me out, Dan" she said and got up to stand on the bed over his head, turning her back and lingering there above him. His mind tormented by the anticipation, his body helpless and needy, and she was finally going to let him touch her, better, she was going to let him lick her sweet pussy. She knelt down over his face, exposing herself to him. He absolutely loved pleasing his partners like that, and he was very good at it indeed. Every time he delved in a beautiful little pussy like hers, their orgasm would find him extremely turned on, unable to take any more waiting. What would it do to him now that his body was already so hungry for release? He suckled on her lips, probed between them and buried his tongue inside her, eliciting moans from deep within her. Soon his tongue was licking her all over again.

Sucking on her inner lips, he moved his head to the sides. Finding her throbbing clit, he flicked it over and over again 'til her juices begun to flow all over him, even more abundantly than before. He felt one of her warm little hands take hold of his cock and give it a couple of strokes. His whole body jerked impatiently and he tried to control his arousal. He was consumed by his lust like a moth by the flames of a blaze. Feeling her start to quiver and moan louder, savouring her taste, he clamped down of her clit with his lips, sucked and licked it furiously, trying to concentrate only on her, trying to stop himself from spilling his load right then and there without her permission. She tried to steady herself with her hands on his thighs. Her nails nearly pierced his delicate skin as spasms rippled through her and her body danced its most erotic dance to the sound of her grunts and cries. Her wetness, too much to hold inside, just spilled over him and in his mouth and he drunk it delightedly, rejoicing in her pleasure. His cock was even hurting now. Her taste, her sweet sounds, her touch, it was all too much.

She abruptly got off of him and got up off the bed. She turned and gave him a taunting look.

"You are quite good at this. I should keep that in mind," she said with a grin and walked out of the room.

His breath caught; a sudden feeling of dread tightened his insides. She was just leaving him there? He had done everything she had asked, had given his best to pleasing her, had trusted her to tie him up and now she was just leaving him like this! He shut his eyes and cursed silently. A strange feeling that resembled that of betrayal washed over him, even a little bit of fear. He felt himself tear up. He felt he must look really pathetic like that. Completely exposed, his limbs suspended and now even a little sore, drenched in his own precum, his hair all messed up, shaking and tearing up like a child on her bed.

"I did everything you asked of me..." he said, his voice trembling badly towards the end.

He closed his eyes. What was happening to him? This emotional state was so very new. That sense of disappointment and desperation was different than he had ever experienced. Probably because it was sexual and caused by such a beautifully erotic creature. Despite his thoughts and emotions, his body appeared to have a mind of its own. He was still agonizingly hard for her, utter proof of his submissive nature.

Minutes passed and he was so deep in his thoughts that he had no idea she was back until he felt her agile hands loosening the rope around his left ankle. He opened his eyes to find her completely naked on her knees beside him, silently untying his lower extremities. He thought he would want to say so much more, protest, ask her what he did wrong. But there was nothing. His eyes were transfixed on her naked form. She was so much more beautiful without any item of clothing, if a corset and stockings were considered as such, that is. She turned and looked at him, smiling. Her lipstick was gone and her full lips were their natural light pink colour. She straddled his hips and leaned in. Both her hands cupped his face and wiped his tears. It was so amazing and so arousing to her how sexual manipulation wrecked someone's emotions, without any pain, with no actual harm; it was truly unique how sensitive somebody could become once their composure and control were stripped away in this manner, driven purely by desire, lustful and needy. He lay there silent, his uneven breathing, barely audible, coming out of his parted, trembling lips, eyes wide open in disbelief, as on the inside he reveled in the feeling of her weight on him.

Then she kissed him. Everything else got sucked away just as she sucked on his lower lip. His eyes closed shut and he gasped for air; there didn't seem to be enough in the room as her tongue ran over his bottom lip and slid inside, finding his own and swirling around it. He moaned into her mouth, quietly pleading for more. Breaking the kiss only to free his wrists swiftly, she rubbed the sore skin gently, and taking hold of both his hands she put them on her waist.

Her left hand stroked his cock.

"Daniel, open your eyes for me," she encouraged him.

As soon as their gazes locked her hand slid down between their bodies, her nails lightly dragging across his chest in the process, and momentarily disappeared. Her fingers wrapped around him and pulled his shaft that was soaked in both their essences inside her. Her hot, wet mound enveloped him fully. She lifted her hips and thrust them downward, grinding against his pelvis.

His head fell back and a low groan came from deep within his throat, as she did so again and again. A look of pleasurable anguish was painted all over his face as his body shivered and he tried ever so hard to control himself instead of pulling her hard against him and burying himself inside her on his own terms.

"Mistress," he breathed out, "I beg of you.. "

She grabbed his hands "Daniel, tell me what you want," she urged him, pausing and pulling herself up so only the tip of his cock rested inside her.

"Please," he moaned as his hips lifted off the bed slightly in an attempt to slide himself deeper inside her.

"May I come?" he pleaded desperately, his eyes barely able to focus on hers, cheeks flushed, his hands clenched on her hips.

"You only had to ask," she whispered.

"Please..."

"Yes, you may," she said firmly, finally giving him permission. And as she leaned in so that her face was only inches away from his, she also slowly lowered her hips.

At the sound of her words his already pounding heart skipped a bit. His hands moved lower on her hips and grabbed her round, luscious ass, pulling her down hard. His mind just melted away and his balls tightened as he filled her pussy completely one last time before he erupted inside her. His whole world shuddered and shook violently. The room echoed with his grunts as his hips bucked over and over again in the most intense orgasm in his entire lifetime. His arms wrapped around her, embracing her as the last drops of come dripped inside her.

As his orgasm subsided, his breathing became less shallow. As soon as he managed to speak, he whispered just two words in her ear as a faint smile lit his face.

"Thank you."



His Pleasure



He'd done all the little tasks of the weekday morning: Fed the dogs, put out the washing, cleaned up the kitchen. To the office and checking emails, the first hint, enough, of desire washes over him. He copies and pastes a couple of email excerpts, prints out the page, and shuts down the computer. 

Returning to the house, he closes the bedroom door behind him and quickly undresses. It is still cool inside from the wintry, hinterland night, but the excitement within him keeps him moving quickly and so, with the movement, he feels not the cold. 

Naked now, he goes into the wardrobe and grabs his little helper. Not used all the time, but upon a whim, he feels the need today. He grabs a small towel for cleanliness and convenience and lies back on the bed, grabbing the small bottle of water-based lubricant from his bedside drawer as he does so.

Feeling the cold a little, he draws a sheet over himself, raises his legs so that his feet are flat on the bed, his knees in the air, and spreads them a goodly distance. He draws a little lubricant from the bottle, placing it beside him for easy access, and places his hand for the first time on his half hard cock. Spreading it liberally with the lube, he feels it stiffen in his grasp, his breathing shortening already with anticipation.

The piece of paper holds only two paragraphs, written by her, describing her own self-administered pleasure. He reads of her standing there, legs apart, her mind and body racing as she cums in an office toilet cubicle. He reads just a few lines but already his cock is hard, his hand moving slowly up and down its shaft, teasing his shaved balls, building. 

He reads the second paragraph. She's in her office now, the lone employee. Door locked, tension of surprise still in the air, she cums in her office chair. The chair in which she had once made love so beautifully to him. It has itself become almost an object of desire to him. 

He loved to think of her playing with her gorgeous self, her magnificent pussy, in that chair. He finishes reading, hand working faster, a few more strokes and his back starts arching, he's imagining her cumming in her office, and the mental image is enough. He drops the paper and begins stroking himself harder, imagining her pussy around his cock then imagining her playing with herself. He catches himself, he's not quite ready to cum yet, and doesn't want to rush it either. He pauses, hand on ever-so-hard cock, feeling its heat, rigid in his grasp. 

He's hot now. Metaphorically and physically, and he discards the sheet, grabs a little more lube, his helper, and settles again. He applies the lube to his cock, and now his balls, feeling their smoothness under his touch, feeling in turn the delight of the touch on his now firm ball sack. His other hand reaches for his helper, a lifelike dildo of average size, he applies some lube to it, rubbing it over in his left hand, feeling its smoothness, and warming it. He holds it a moment, returns his left hand to his still-hard cock, his balls, and caresses them gently. 

His hand moves from his cock downwards, over and around his balls, to his perineum, that delightful highway of delight between his balls and his arse. He rubs the seam of skin he finds, with pleasure, yet again and moves south until his finger caresses his tight hole. Not wanting to rush things, he fingers his hole lightly, revelling in both the sensation and the sense of this moment of blissful, private, self-indulgence. After a few moments, he returns again to his cock, both rubbing and gaining lube in the journey taken once again from cock-tip to arsehole. He now rubs his arse with more feeling, passion, and just a sense of purpose, lubing it up properly, his other hand even now bringing the tip of the dildo to his tightly held orifice of desire. 

He pauses, grabs his cock, loves it again with his hand, and begins moving in a slow motion dance, the mechanics well rehearsed, allowing his mind to wander again to other less practical thoughts. 

His hand makes love to his cock, his balls, and then it isn't his hand anymore. It's her hand and it's wonderful. The desire that came from his picturing her in solitary pleasure now mixes with, and enhances, the images that come to his closed eyes now. She is on the bed, playing with him, loving him. She grabs his balls and squeezes and he groans. She holds his cock firmly, then strokes its hard length up and down, working it. She gets him into a steady rhythm of motion and then pauses. As if by magic, he knows what she wants him to do. He arches his back once more and spreads his legs. She's lying with one arm under his leg, holding the dildo in her left hand. She grabs his cock in a steady, firm grip as it loses none of its hardness, and presses the dildo to its destination. He is becoming entranced with pleasure now, automatically arches his back some more, and awaits the next move with his last breath still held within him. She releases his cock, and uses her other hand to spread his arse cheeks a little, his puckered hole readying itself. And then it's happening. He is in raptures as the smooth, lubed dildo enters him. 

She takes her time, working it in, he's breathing again now, quick breaths enter and leave his body in small moans. It's inside him now and he's lost to the outside world, she grabs his cock and starts stroking it, firmly, vigorously in time with his heightened need and speed of movement. She's working the dildo, the cock, inside him and he can feel nothing more than pleasure. She senses he's close to cumming now, and works the cock harder and harder. She tilts the dildo forward, it's non-seeing eye seeking his prostate, she works it within him likes she fucking him with it, hard and fast. 

The stimulation works upon him and he loses it, thrashing about the bed, her hand working his cock and the dildo at once, he arches his back off the bed, freezes in motion, and groans as cum lands on his chest. The first spray arching itself away from his cock as it bumps to and fro in her stroking hand. The rest of his passion spending itself upon him, upon her hand as she works it to its final, hyper-sensitive pause. He drops his body to the bed, she stops stroking his cock, and pushes the dildo right up into him, as far as its length will allow. 

He lies there, eyes closed, breathing easing, his body tingling and yet totally relaxed. She wipes some cum off his cock and places her fingers in his mouth, he licks and sucks the cum from her fingers and lays down to rest a little in the afterglow, his mind returning once again to her office and that chair.



His Pleasure



I lay reclined on the leather sofa, my legs stretched out in front of me, an overstuffed pillow behind my back. I sigh wiggling my bare toes, stretching my tired muscles. I reach my arm behind me, catching the glass off the table. Bringing it forward I swirl the amber liquid in the glass, hearing the clink of the ice as it slowly melts. I lower my eyelids, hiding my bight blue eyes behind my lids and long lashes; I let my eyes follow my hand placing the glass on my stomach. 

I focus in on one small drop, watching it slowly make a path down the side of the glass, I watch as it comes to my thumb where I hold the glass before rubbing my thumb over the condensation creating a thick smear. The fire from the fireplace is reflecting through the glass and makes the whiskey appear to be glowing in its own right. Swirling again I raise it to my lips and take a small sip, taking the liquid into my mouth, I roll it around my tongue, and moaning softly I swallow I feel the heat slowly roll down my throat into my chest and on to my stomach. Balancing the glass again on my stomach, I close my eyes feeling the warmth from the fire slowly seep into my body. 

I continue to take small sips of my drink, feeling it warm me far better than the fire ever could. We've had a busy day and I am seeking some much needed down time. I sink a bit lower into the pillow, carefully placing the glass on the floor beside me. Bringing my hands back to my body, I rest them under my breasts. Breathing deeply I can feel my thumbs brush the wire of my bra. My index and middle fingers play idly with the buttons of my blouse. I contemplate the effort in removing my bra, which would mean sitting up. Sighing I undo the button directly under my breast. Slowly I run my hands up and unto the one resting over the valley of my breasts and then the one near my collarbone. Tugging the fabric softly I feel the air caress the exposed skin. I lay there a moment, my eyes still closed basking the in the silence only broken by the crackling of the fire. 

I hear the sound of your steps on the slate floor, echoing in the empty room. I keep my eyes closed until I feel the sofa give down near my feet under your weight. Opening my eyes to mere slits I regard you through them as you drape your arm over the back of the sofa, slouching slightly, your own whiskey in hand. 

"That better not be my whiskey..." I comment, and see you smirk.

"No honey, I'd never do that." you respond dryly with an amused twist of your mouth, before bringing the glass to you lips for a sip. You turn slightly in the seat, placing your glass down on the table at the other end of the sofa. Leaning your head back you contemplate the roof, your head propped against the back of the sofa. 

"Its beautiful here." I state stretching myself out a little bit longer so that I can slip my feet into your lap. You drop you hand to my feet, rubbing me along my ankle and running your fingers around the sensitive skin.

"You're not wrong there." You sigh as you raise your head again, looking at me squarely. I look into your eyes as you continue to play with my ankles, slowly rubbing and massaging up my calf. I arch my back slightly, stretching the muscles there and the corner of your mouth kicks up as your eyes darken. I cock an eyebrow at you, asking an unspoken question. Your face breaks out into a full grin as you bend my outside leg, moving it so it drops to the floor. Starting at my knees you slowly look up my length and it feels like your eyes score my skin and I feel the tell tale ache low in my stomach as you pause looking directly at my groin in my jeans before my nipples respond, pebbling against my bra as your eyes roam my breasts. I smile back at you as your eyes look over my face.

You move between my spread legs, slowly covering my body with yours. Soon you are laying over me, your frame easily covering mine. Tipping my chin up slightly you plant a soft kiss on my lips, feeling my mouth open under yours you deepen the kiss, and I moan softly in the back of my throat as you tongue slides into my mouth. You brace yourself on your arms on either side of my head, cadging me in place. I arch up against you slightly as we continue to kiss, hooking my arms around your waist I pull you closer, threating your position so you are more snuggly fitted against me. 

I helplessly roll my hips against yours, feeling your cock hardening through our clothes. I use my tongue, running it along your bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and nipping it softly. I feel and hear you groan before you start to kiss me aggressively, hungry for my mouth. I raise one hand to your head; catching the nap of your neck I pull you down, pressing your mouth harder to mine. You lean into the sofa's back and grab my dropped leg, catching it over your hip and thigh.

I break the kiss, needing air, throwing my head back I moan greedily as you start to rock your hips against me, your cock pressing against me as you move. Your wet kisses making their way down my jaw and throat, sucking on the sensitive skin there I squirm under you, but you pin me in place. I stretch my neck giving you better access as you suck and nip at the place where my neck and shoulder meet. 

"Yes... oh yes love..." I purr softly as your grinding gets a little harder, hungrier then before. I untangle my hands bringing them under you in the small gap between us, I put my hands inside my bra, catching my full breasts I bring them up and out of the cups, the nipples hard and dark. 

"Suck them please love... suck my nipples." I ask, rubbing the sensitive tips against the fabric stretched across your chest. You rear back, looking down at me. Grinning I cup them and run my thumbs across the nipples, making them bud more. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Your voice is deep and gravely as you speak, your eyes are thrown into shadow from the fire and I arch my back offering myself up when you don't immediately take them. You grin at me wickedly, before licking your bottom lip and dipping your head. You take one nipple into your mouth, sucking until the edge of the areolas are in your mouth. You suck on the sensitive skin, rubbing the pad of your tongue over the tip. 

Your free hand comes up and catches my other one, which you tug and pull firmly, I moan hungrily feeling like there is an electric circuit running straight from my hard nipples to my clit. I squirm against you, using my hooked leg to pull you down so I can grind on your contained cock. You suck in deep breaths through your nose as you pull back, feeing my now wet, hard nipple. You blow on it softly and I cry out, the sensation is so sweet. You swap over, catching the other nipple you suck hard, this time nipping and tugging on the tip. You capture the other slick nipple, giving me no chance to object as you start to squeeze and roll it between your thumb and index finger, the mix of pleasure and pain is just right, I can't quite get enough. 

Lifting your head suddenly you look down at me, and I moan softly, feeling your eyes on my heated skin. 

"You look so good honey." You murmur as you sit back on your knees on the sofa. 

"But we have a problem." I frown at you slightly. 

"Yeah, you're not touching me." I complain tartly. You shake your head slightly before reaching out and tracing the waist of my jeans. 

"I can't touch the rest of you," You comment. I nod in mock seriousness. 

"Well I can help with that." I note as I move my legs from around you. Once I'm sitting I stand up, standing with my back to you, I reach for the buttons of my jeans. I then undo them, and then bending at the waist I slide them down my pale skin. I hear you moan softly as my full arse cheeks are revealed to you as I come to a ninety degree angle, before pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them. I stand then and bring my hands to my gstring, running my thumbs along the waist strap. I look over my shoulder at you and raise an eyebrow in question. 

You shake your head slightly as you come up behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist. You rest your chin on my shoulder looking down my body. I can feel your fingers on the buttons of my blouse, slowly undoing them, revealing me like you would a special present. Once it is all undone, you lift your chin and help me pull it off my shoulders before tossing it aside. You then stand back and I feel your warm fingers on my bra strap before I feel the release and my bra becomes slack under the weight of my breasts. You then help me remove that too and toss it with my shirt.

"Mmm... much better." You note as your hands run slowly from my hips up my sides, before slipping around to cup my breasts. You tease the tender nipples as you plant a kiss on my neck. 

"I think you should keep the gstring on..." You whisper against my flushed skin. I nod in agreement as I bring my hands to yours, framing them I lean back resting against your solid frame. I watch from under my lashes as you play with my nipples. Content to be in your embrace. I can feel your cock pressing against my arse crack. I roll my hips slightly, pressing back against your cock with each roll of my hips. I watch as you free one of your hands, replacing my hand with yours. 

"Mind this will you?" You ask, and I can hear your smile in your voice. Moving the bottom half of you away slightly I feel your knuckles brush my bare arse cheeks as you work on undoing your own jeans and I hear you sigh before I feel the wet tip of your cock against my arse as you release your hard cock. I reach behind me with my free hand and you hiss slightly as I wrap my hand around the base of your cock. It feels hot and smooth in my hand as I slowly start to jerk you, your cock head nestled tightly against my arse crack. You make short work of your jeans, and I release you for a moment so your boxers can follow. 

You turn me in your embrace and I take you in hand again, this time pressed to my stomach and look up into your face as I jerk you in my soft hand. I drag it out; making it slow, deliberate strokes. I stop, rubbing my thumb over the head collecting up the precum so I can use it for lubrication as I continue to stroke your cock. 

You turn me slowly and I find my knees up against the back of the sofa. You plant your hand softly on my shoulder and press down. I sit as I continue to jerk you. I sit, now face height with your cock and watch me jerk you slowly. You moan and I look up at you smiling before flicking my eyes back to your cock. I perch on the edge of the sofa and give you a once over, taking in your wide stance, your cock jutting out proudly. I feel your fingers playing with my hair as it brushes across the top of my chest. Your fingers wrapping in the curls as I watch, my breathing becomes a little bit shorter and my lids heavy, concealing them from you. 

I watch as I jerk and a bead of precum develops on the tip I lean forward and while still stroking you, I bring my lips half an inch from the tip of your cock, before flicking my tongue out, using the tip to seek and collect the precum off your cock. I feel you buck under my hand as my tongue pushes against the sensitive tip. I smile, bringing my tongue back into my mouth and I roll the flavour around my tongue, enjoying the sweet, musky flavour. Grinning I hear you moan helplessly when I lick my lips, raising my eyes I look up at you. 

Your hand has moved to the nap of my neck, and I know what you want to do, but you are waiting for me. I keep looking up at you, and lean forward the fraction more, and watch your eyes close as the head of your cock slips past my full lips and into my mouth. My wet, hot tongue swirling around the head as your hand clenches in my hair and you buck your hips, only causing you to moan more as your sensitive head rubs against the pad of my tongue.

I continue to jerk the remainder of your cock as I focus on sucking the part in my mouth. I go about it leisurely, in no hurry to move on to more fulfilling activities. I watch as your eyelids drop, your eyes but slits glowing as you watch me suck your cock. 

I draw you out, and blow softly on the tip, causing you to groan. I then grin up at you cheekily knowing what you have wanted to do from the off. I bring my hands to my breasts and start to play with the nipples, tugging them and rolling them. Tilting my head slightly I raise an eyebrow. 

"Why don't you fuck my face love?" I ask in a conversational tone, licking my bottom lip, I part my lips, reading it for your thrust. 

You moan softly as your hands on my head brace me more firmly and you step forward, pushing the head of your cock in my mouth. I tug harder on my nipples as you start to pull me forward, making me take more of your cock. I close my eyes moaning softly as I start to suck. 

"Look up at me." You moan as you start to drag out your cock, before sinking back into my willing mouth. My eyelids flutter and I raise my eyes to yours, locking in on your face as you pull me forward again, this time taking an inch more. I can feel my lips being stretched around your shaft, the underside of your cock rubbing along my tongue as you slide it into my mouth. I roll and squeeze my nipples harder, tugging them as I feel you quicken the pace. 

Soon you have a smooth pace going without pushing too far into my mouth. I keep my eyes on you and I know you can see my pleasure in them. You lace your fingers in my hair loosely and then tighten it slowly until I moan in pleasure. You then start to fuck my mouth properly, dragging me up and down your shaft. I release my aching nipples placing my hands on your hips for balance. Moaning each time your cock now hits the back of my throat.

"That's it honey..." You encourage. 

"How about you play with that cunt for me...? I know it must be dripping." You comment and I drop my hands, going to the waist for my g-string.

"No.. pull it aside." You direct. I do as you ask and I moan, as my fingers rub along my pouting pussy lips, already slick with my juices. I spread my legs wider, trusting you to keep me in balance. I then bring one hand down, and easily sink two fingers into my cunt, it's so slick I moan and feel my walls grip and drag my fingers deeper. I bring my other hand to my clit and start to rub it. You bring your other hand back to my head, and brace the other with it. 

"I want you to take it all." You tell me and I nod my head slightly, working my clit hard I fuck myself with my fingers as you pull me down on your cock, hitting the back of my throat, we both groan, the pressure mounding I focus on relaxing my throat. Suddenly it gives and you slip down my throat. You pull me firmly against you, being careful not to crush my nose against your pubic bone. 

You hold me in place and I fight my gag reflex, focusing on rubbing my clit. You then slip out, just leaving my throat before pushing back in, you keep a tight thrust, just giving me enough space to drag in a deep breath each time you draw out. You bring one of your hands to my cheek, brushing it softly.

"I want you to look me in the eye, as you take it all." You tell me and I force myself to look up at you. 

"God.. you look so hot." You moan as your thrust get a bit longer. I suck on the head of your cock before you thrust it back in, making me take it all again. I feel my own orgasm rising, the feel of you filling my throat, watching you take your pleasure while I work my clit and finger myself its getting overwhelming. You see my eyes darken.

"Cum for me honey, cum as I fill your throat." You groan thrusting fast. I feel myself explode and I groan deep in my throat as you pull me down hard, my throat working you as I struggle to moan and swallow as my orgasm rides through me. You feel my body start to slacken and move back, slipping your cock past my swollen lips. You rub the head of your cock over them, and I instinctively open them, taking it into my mouth to suck the head. I feel your hands pulling me back, and I open my mouth, releasing you. 

I stand on legs that feel like jelly and move on the sofa, bending, I brace my elbows on the side table while I am kneeling on the sofa, my stomach pressed to the arm of the chair. I can feel the butter smooth leather against my stomach while my nipples hang and rub against the cold wood of the table. Looking over my shoulder at you I smile. 

"Fuck me hard love.." You run your hands through your hair as you move to climb on the sofa behind me, you brace yourself on one foot, the other knee bent. 

"Show me your cunt." You demand and I reach back, pulling the g-string aside for you, so you can see my pouting pussy lips, now coated in my juices. Opening in invitation. You groan as you take your cock in hand and take my hip in the other. I feel you nudge against my entrance and in one hard full thrust you take my cunt. We both groan as my walls milk you, still feeling the after shocks of my orgasm.

You bring your other hand down sharply on my arse, leaving a slightly red mark before you start to fuck me hard. You bring your hands up to my waist, dragging me back down on your thick cock, claiming what is yours. I moan, my head dropping forward. I can feel you stretching me, easily sliding in and out of me. I start to move with you, which causes my nipples to drag and swing against the table. I suddenly feel your hand in my hair, dragging me back so my back is arched. 

"Oh fuck honey.. take my cock." you murmur. 

"Mmm.. you feel so fucking good, fuck me harder...love.. harder!" I stutter in response. You release my waist and spank my arse again, hard and I shudder, unable to move with your hand firmly in my hair. You lean over me, kissing my shoulder blade. 

"I love fucking you like this." You whisper against my sweaty skin.

"I love seeing you take me, fucking you so god damn hard." 

I moan helplessly as you continue to fuck me, "Fuck me... fuck me.." I start to moan on every thrust. 

"Yes honey.. yes.. take it.. I'm going to fill you with my cum.." You groan. 

"Yes.. fucking fill me.. shoot your cum deep in my willing cunt... take me.. claim me." I stutter and I feel your teeth sink into my shoulder as you start to shudder, thrusting sharply into me one last time as you fill my cunt with your cum. I moan feeling the warmth fill me, and ooze out and you slowly drag your cock out of me. 

Releasing my hair you sit back. "Don't move honey." You ask as you nudge my legs slightly apart. 

"I love watching my cum ooze from your cunt." You tell me as you drag your fingers up my slit before thrusting them into me. 

"Can't waste it." You tell me as I feel the sofa shift. I moan softly as you continue to finger my cum filled cunt. I can feel them sliding easily in and out, coupled with loud clicking as I take two of your fingers to the third knuckle. I feel your breath on my lower thighs, and the feel of your shoulders pressing around my legs. I frown unsure what you intend.

"Love.. what are yo-" I break off in a groan as I feel you lean up and touch your hot tongue to my clit. I feel my knees spread slightly giving you easier access as you continue to fuck me with your fingers and start to flick your tongue over my sensitive clit. Snaking your free arm up you grab low over my hips and pull me down, so that you can suck my clit hard into your mouth before nipping it playfully. 

My hips buck in response but then press more firmly down, hungry for your mouth. You then drag your fingers from my sopping cunt, and drag them up, rubbing them against my tight arsehole. Using our cum as lube you start to rub it, feeling it relax and open for you as you continue to work my clit. 

"Oh yes love.. yes... oh please, please!" I beg as I feel my second orgasm rise. My fingers curl tightly around the edges of the table, bracing myself for what I know will be a hard orgasm. You flick faster your whiskers grazing the sensitive skin of my pussy lips. 




His Pleasure



You press down with your fingers while you draw me down harder, and your fingers slip into my arse, going to the second knuckle. My arsehole tightens around them and I moan loudly as you thrust them softly. I drop my head forward, my eyes squeezing shut as I imagine you fucking my arse, my breathing gets short and the images in my head start to spin faster. 

"Oh fuck love... fuck I'm gonna.. I'm gonna.." I break off on a loud squeal as you push your fingers all the way into my arse, spreading them, stretching my tight hole as you work relentlessly on my clit. My mind explodes and I buck hard against you, while you continue to fuck my arse with your fingers. I ride the wave, feeling cum oozing from me, most likely all over your chin and neck. I groan and fall forward, totally done in. 

I feel you remove your fingers slowly from my arse, rubbing the bud softly before wriggling slowly out from under me. I feel your hands on my hips as you lower me back, and help me turn, so I can rest my head against your chest. You link your arm around me, and I snuggle in feeling like my bones are liquid. I sigh and breathe in a mix of our sex, and your cologne. I feel you kiss the top of my head as we both close our eyes totally done in. 

"I love you honey..." I hear you whisper as I drift off to sleep.

"I love you too," I murmur back, snuggling close.



His Pleasure



She lies. Still as her heart. Quiet as her breath. The pull on her shoulders anchors her thoughts while the smooth feel of his hands sends her mind fluttering. Up and over the muscles of her back, his palms soothe and relax her. If it wasn't for her arms tied behind her back and the frustration of an interrupted orgasm still twisting inside her, she would be welcoming every play of his hands.

His fingers find her hair and she gasps with the force of the tug on her scalp. Her neck stretches, her head bends back and shivers wrack her bones when his voice presses into her ear.

"You came last time. Before I told you to." The tone is soft and gentle, but the air surrounding her is menacing. A storm brews. The room crackles with anticipation.

"Ohhhhh." Is all she can muster.

His fingers curl in her hair and she feels her back arch until her nipples lift off the mattress. She quakes with the orgasm left hanging inside her. She'd been on the verge of exploding when he'd stopped touching her, grabbed and bound her hands behind her back. Now, though she lies frightened and torn, that climax yet sits patient for a spark to set it off.

He has other plans. "I expect you to do better this time." His voice rains on her bare nerves. Silk on a raw wound and she knows she will come if he but pinches her in the right spot.

She moans aloud as his mouth finds her nape and nibbles its way to her shoulders. She wriggles and squirms as his breath and teeth sink deeper into delicate flesh.

His hardness presses up against her hip and she doubts his intentions no more. Her body begins to spasm and trying to stop it will only make her come harder.

He spanks her ass then. Hard. She screams and it is only the stinging left behind that keeps her from slipping into desperate orgasm. Wetness flows over her thighs. If he enters her now, her juices will splatter everywhere. She's never been so wet without coming over and over.

His hard pole prods her hip again and she thinks of reaching back and grasping it. Bringing it inexorably to her lips. She thinks of it so well, she feels the throbbing in her throat. Her hands twist in their bindings and another sliver of moisture runs out between swollen and aching lips to slip down her thigh.

There is a pool of liquid beneath her, she knows. A great chasm she can fall into with only the slightest prodding of his hands. The yawning covered by the fluids running out from her inner self.

She can think of no time where she's been so thoroughly turned on. Her every nerve raw and aware, her rampant pulse ravages her thoughts. In fact, she can think of no other time at all. Her arms are stretched behind her and bound at the point where her shoulders strain, but not yet complain. When he grips her hair and pulls, she feels her muscles tauten completely through her body. Head to toe and especially through her groin.

Despite his continuing admonitions "Don't you fucking dare cum," she knows the familiar sensations shivering through her being. Her body will quake with orgasm all on its own. Her body shakes the tips of tears out into the corners of her eyes and gasps rip from her throat. "This is where you let go last time. I won't put up with it twice." His voice is soft. So soft. "Don't you fucking dare."

"Please." She manages. A piteous sob. She is embarrassed by the tiny mewling that follows. She thinks how a flood of moisture from her sex now would trigger a matching deluge from her mind and her torment would be over for better or worse.

"I told you, did I not? Last time you didn't listen." His voice has always been only sweet and dear for her. Even though the tone is level and quiet now, the threat is clear. "You know your punishment is deserved."

He pauses and she whimpers into the space. His breath flares hot in her veins and ragged on her neck. He is at the edge of his control, goaded by her anxiety, stirred by her desperation and wanton pleading. His hardness pokes her. Tries to force itself into her through the meat of her buttock. She feels the throb like a wild animal waiting in the jungle.

The hand in her hair tightens, pulls and she is tumbled to her side. Her legs flail uselessly and his free hand finds her breast unerringly. The pinch on her nipple is a quick nip. It sends her into convulsions. His fingers shove their way into her mouth and it is only the uncertainty in her mind of what this action means for her that keeps her from crashing into that waiting ocean of bliss.

She kicks out again, trying to right herself, balance somehow denied to her by his muscles pressing on her back. He captures an ankle easily, reaches behind him, grabs something and straps a belt around it. The buckle is hard metal on her delicate curve. He tugs. Catches the other leg just as smoothly and she is bound hand and foot, knees bent, arms behind, hair pulled back. Her heavy breasts jut, engorged and aching. Reaching for his touch.

His fingers are sharp. Pinching first her nipples, then the delicate underside of her breasts, they send her body into wild gyrations. Though she tries to rein herself in, her breasts sway and her shoulders wriggle just the way - she knows - that will send him into fits of lust.

His throbbing tool gives proof to her thoughts as it stabs her buttock. She feels the bubbling inside her and knows she can't hold back as he yanks at her arms and legs. A sharp sting across her chest again holds her orgasm at the edge of her shaking. She struggles wildly against the hand wrapped in her hair. She never saw the first slap of the leather and catches the second only from out of the corner of her eye. It lands loud and stinging. She cries out as the strap slices across both her nipples at once. Already so stiff they ache, the snap brings tears flowing down her cheeks without her being able to stop them.

Another stinging slap of leather, less sharp this time, and she finally sees the strips that are biting her tender breasts. It's a wicked looking half whip - she later learns it is a quirt - braided at the handle with five or six strands of rough leather hanging off, limp. It makes her eyes widen in fear and surprise. And, somewhere, a core of excitement. She writhes and can't decide if she wants more or if she is terrified. Her heart pounds against her chest and her pulse rains a tattoo on the cloth around her wrists.

Her breasts take two more stinging blows and still another flicks across her left nipple. She screams and the struggle becomes a wild gyration. She thinks she will come and the touch of her thighs, the pressure of her skin against her clit drives her further. The intimate shiver starts in her toes and marches upwards.

He yanks her hair, pulls her to her back, throws a leg between hers and presses close. "I've told you not to come. You had better... fucking... not... even... dare."

His hands aren't rough, even as she is tossed back like a toy. There is a gentleness there that makes her melt and her very soul ache. His voice never growls, though a moan slips out. He shows her in his every movement and noise how he wants her. How she is his and he hers. His lips take hers between them and teases them lightly. She wriggles. She wants her arms free. Free to grab him, pull him close and kiss him as she wants: deep and long. She wants to reach down and take him in her hand; the pulsing member stiff against her stomach. She slips side to side, trying to force his body to cover more of hers.

His lips soothe her heaving chest. She only just realizes how she is panting. Her heart tries to burst forth and take one of the kisses for its own. The burning the lashes left behind takes his cool lips and traces flames across her aching breasts. His nibbles trail over the soft globes and when her nipple slips into his mouth, her need explodes into a frenzied struggle. Urgency overtakes all reason and she wants only to force him inside her. Somehow grab him and take him. Complete.

Fulfillment is further than her bound wrists, though. His leg keeps hers separated; without pushing against her need. She arches her back to try to touch his thigh with her sex. Just a brush of forgiveness would give her everything. She has to have something.

He takes the other stiff nub between his lips. Toys with it with his tongue and the arc of her back raises so fully that she scoots up the mattress. His hands close upon her hips and she thinks she will come now. He stops again, making her scream and struggle. Her need is furious and she thinks only of making him take her. Of taking him. It's an obsession and a place to focus on.

She begs. The strain of needing makes tears jump out her eyes and the taste of "Please" is bittersweet. A full bite of torment all its own. At the same time, she uses all the sly tricks she has ever known. Her hip juts and her curves accent. "Don't you want me, baby?" She purrs. She is giving him everything.

He pauses and watches her. Lust flows from him. A mist that moves across the lush grasses sweeps from his pores. His eyes are filled with stars of desire and he watches with the steady gaze of a true predator. He is going to eat her up.

She melts under the heat. "Please." She whimpers. "I really can't take anymore." Her breasts are so heavy she thinks they will explode, her sex is gasping. She has run miles and her blood is up to her ears. The pounding has her desperate for release.

He leans close to her hair and she hears him sniff her scent. "You have done so good, haven't you?" She writhes. Basking in the praise, trying to push close to his skin.

"I'm trying." She hasn't enough breath for speech. It spills out as a hoarse whisper. "Please. I really am."

"I did warn you, did I not?" (He means at the beginning of their relationship)

"Yes." She pleads. "Please." Her breath swims through thick air. "Please. I'll do anything you want." Her nipples tingle and the red stripes across her breasts sear her thoughts. His breath in her ear fans her fires.

"That's better," he coos. "I want your orgasm." He says simply. She squirms. "I want you to come for me. That's what you can give me." She whimpers. "I want your most intimate possession."

A flood wets her thighs. "I will take your heart and your soul, but I want you to give me your orgasm" She feels more liquid flow out her open sex. The walls close and tomorrow becomes a dream.

With every pulse of her heart comes a trill of current singing through her. Her wrists chafe where the cloth rubs. Her throat is sore from swallowing her pleas. A moan rends the poignant air. His fingers trace the red lines over her tender flesh and slide up her neck.

Groans force their way from her plumped lips. They feel cracked and puffed. Until he kisses them. Gently chews at them. His fingers find her cheeks as he squeezes her lips with his. His digits pinch and hold. His kiss firm. "Are you going to give me what I want?"

He knows her resistance. He feels her defiance. Even as she wants nothing more than to give in, there is a part of her unable to just open everything to him. to anyone. He sees this piece and plays with it openly. "Please." She whispers. His tongue flickers over her mouth.

"I'm not going to fuck you until you are mine." His words are soft, but each one sends shivers wracking her bones. "If you want my cock in you, you're going to earn it."

She can't help herself anymore. Her voice simpers. "Please..." Again and again. "Please..." Barely more than a sigh. A breeze. "Oh please..."

He pinches harder. His lips press against hers. His teeth nip. "Are you going to come for me? Is this mine?" His other hand reaches between her legs and spears her. She tries to scream. To struggle. He keeps her there. One hand capturing her face, one hand shoved against her groin, thumb forced into her sopping hole, fingers out on her ass, sticking her in place. Hands behind her back, knees up in the air where her ankles are pulled up and strapped together. Her cries muffled. Her combat in vain. Breath comes sparse and her blood pours through burst veins. She is making a keening sound between pleadings.

"Please. Oh. Please." When she starts to shake so hard her teeth chatter, he yanks his thumb from her. She collapses, moaning.

"Well?" He husks, "Is it mine? I could take it." She moans as he tugs on her bindings. His voice is gentle in her ear, but she hears the edge of excitement there. "I want you to give it to me."

She shakes her head in frustration and growls another moan. She shifts her hips. With just a bit of pressure on her clit, she'll explode. She no longer cares about being punished for it. She needs to come so bad she can stand no more. A wriggle of her wrists and she almost gets her position right.

He yanks her hair. Hard. It juts her tits out and the lines where he whipped her flare. Tears burn in her eyes and her shoulders protest. His legs push hers apart and he reaches behind her head somewhere, producing a bar with leather cuffs at each end.

He leaves her head limp and uses both hands to attach the cuffs at her thighs. He pulls her ankles up tight and ties the belt holding them to the bar.

"This is a spreader bar," he quietly explains. "If you struggle too much, I will open it wider until you are too trapped and too uncomfortable to give me any more trouble."

He shifts position when she is secure. She's closed her eyes to fight back tears, but she senses him hovering over her. His throbbing cock is all she sees when she opens them. It has purpled and a droplet glistens at the tip, inviting her tongue to take it.

Moisture from her sex has become a steady stream. She feels a sudden spurt as she realizes his cock is going in her throat. The hand is back wrapping its way in her hair and she is forced onto the jerking head. A tempo is pressed on her. The smooth shaft keeps her tongue flat. His balls bounce against her chin. She feels her climax build anew and even though she wants to give it to him, save it for him, she knows she can hold back no longer. Her hips feel the jolts and shift in time to his member shoving in and out of her mouth when he grabs her hair and yanks her off his twitching length. She thinks it will shoot all over her face and, in fact, droplets ooze out the slit as it jumps up and down. She realizes he is as close to coming as she is. It fuels her need all the more.

Holding her head in place, he slides the tip of his impossibly hard rod across her lips. She licks at it, flicks her tongue out and over the head in an agony of lust. She wants it more than anything. His groans sound so visceral that she feels them reverberate deep inside her groin. His hands grip her hair tighter and he pulls her away, moving his lips to her throat. She feels her hips buck uselessly, her thighs spread and her sex aching for the slightest touch.

His lips nibble up the side of her tender flesh to her ear. She melts as he tells her "You did that just right. Mmmmm." Her heart pools under her already soaked ass as he nips and slides his way down to come up the other side. In the other ear he murmurs "You're going to need a reward for that aren't you?"

Her thighs start quivering as she mutters "Please."

"Are you going to give me what I want?" He says this firmly and it becomes too much for her.

"You'll take it anyway." She sounds pathetic to her own ears. A wretched kind of whine. She has a flare of anger burn her eyes with the thought. "Why do you need to do this to me?" She is blinking the hot tears back, just not as fast as they are pushing forward. She feels her orgasm slipping away.

He moves to her side and strokes her face, her neck, her scalp. He moves her hair and kisses her nape. He is so sweet that she sighs despite her mad. Her body's need for him brings confusion. She can't decide what she feels as his lips touch on her collar bones, teasing across one, then the other. She wants to arch her back, to rear up and reach for him, but she is locked in place.

His hands stroke her chest, her stomach, her sides. They move knowingly over her. Her sighs grow longer and deeper. Thoughts fade and emotions blur. Just as he seems to be moving to her center. Just when she wants him to slip his finger inside her, he pulls back, yanks a pillow over to her and shoves her onto her face. Her knees are blocked apart, her ass high in the air as her ankles are tied to the bar.

He whispers in her ear. A gentle bubble of pleasure. "Poor baby. I know you want to give me what I want. You're afraid." He leans even closer. His tongue in her ear and his tone like a sigh of breeze in the hot night. "It would be easier if I took it from you and you could tell yourself that you had no choice." He kisses her ear. Slips his lips around the back and nibbles the lobe. She can feel her need drizzling over the insides of her legs.

"Please..." She moans. She feels every touch like a brand. Her breasts sting where he whipped them and it makes her nipples stand all the stiffer, squashed against the mattress and aching. She can hardly catch her breath to plead with him. "Please..." She gasps several more times before she feels surrender overwhelm her like a relentless sea. "I'll do anything. Please. I'll give it to you. I'll wait. I'll do what you want." She buries her face in the plush covers to hide her tears from him. They are cold and soothing now.

His voice is so kind it tugs at her love. "I know you will. You are mine, aren't you?" His fingers toy with her hair. "You're such a good girl." The words make her feel both beaming delight and burning shame. She feels confused and uncertain, but so completely needy that she finds herself beyond thought. He brings out the quirt again and she feels liquid gushing from her already sopping hole.

"Please," she begs. Even her insides squirm. She's tied so that her shimmies do little more than shift the wrinkles of the comforter. "I'll give you what you want. I said I would." Her gasps sound like sobs.

"My love." He soothes in her ear. "You told me you'll give me what I want and I know you mean it." He kisses her. Soft nibbles on her ear that make her tremble. "I also know you want to put a condition on this."

She shakes her head, "No. It's y - yours. Everything." It's hardly a breath of sound. Her mouth opens and closes over and over, but very little comes out. "Oh. Please."

"You want me to fuck you. You want to come as I ram my cock in you." He speaks gently, not as a rough, crude, captor.

"Yes. Please." She realizes how much she knows this to be true. "Please." She whispers into the blank space. Her open pussy grasps at air and drips moisture.

"That's what you give me." It's a statement. A fact.

"Yes. Please." Her ass is pushing out in time. As though he were already fucking her. Humping to a rhythm they share.

"I asked for your orgasm." She realizes something is wrong. His voice is no longer soothing, it is quiet and flat. His hand is wrapping in her hair. "I asked you to give it to me. I'll decide how it happens when it's mine."

With that, his fist tightens on a handful of her locks and the lashes burn trails over the cool flesh of her ass. Where she had been humping his imaginary cock, she now cringes and tightens her buttocks. Tries to hide as stroke after stroke fall like tongues of fire on her exposed bottom.

Her spine finally curls back on itself, her head raises and she spies the leather tendrils hanging free from the plaited handle of the quirt. He's stopped. She realizes she has no idea how long since the last lash bit her. She can't tell if she wants more or never again.

She's panting heavy. Her chest is full and heaving. Her every curve feels engorged. Her sex is wide and flowing. Her ass glows like the embers of a campfire. Her heart races, her lungs sear. Her body tells her it wants more. "Please." Her voice is stronger than she thinks possible. "I'll do anything you want. I'll give you what you ask for. Anything you ask for."




His Pleasure



Her hair still pulls from her scalp, her neck stretches, and his voice in her ear gives her chills over her entire body. "We'll see how you mean that." His voice is still flat.

"Please." She is begging again. This time it carries a note of desperation she hasn't had before. She can tell the difference. Can he? She wants him to take her. She needs to come, yes, but her pleas are for more than that. Deeper. She wants him to take all of her. She tries to tell him this. "Please." Her breath catches, releasing in spurts. "Please. I want you to take me. All of me."

He kisses her then. Deep. Longer than the time she has been left wanting. Her will melts and flows from her swollen sex. Far inside her a fluttering begins anew. This one is persistent and takes over her body and mind together. "Uggggnnnnhh," she mumbles between his lips.

His fingers skip lightly over her back and down. Between her legs, she feels the arousal ripping her from the earth as his digits move into place for her need. His fingertips slip between her pussy lips, pinching lightly along the flared tissue. They press aside the silken folds and touch her clit with a burst of light. She will come now, at his mercy. Before she can finish this thought, he finds her stiff nubbin, tugs it and pinches. Hard. She cries out, a loud, vicious cry torn from her by the sudden change, and miraculously, she does not come.

"You almost came." His voice is quiet as she sobs with desperate want and hope. "I need you to wait until I tell you." His fingers move to her nipples and pinch one at a time. Sharp, hurtful pinches. At least, could have been pain if she wasn't so completely turned on. Sensation now is just fuel for her hunger. She knows nothing else, can think of no other reason for her being.

His hand smooths across her belly as his lips nibble her spine. Her thighs are next to be handled as his mouth nips and pulls at the skin of her back. Then her calves and hips know his hands and mouth.

His hand moves back up as his mouth finds her pussy lips and sucks at them, stretching them to their limit and her mind to its own boundary. His thumb shoves its way inside and she screams. Bursts of light, flashes of intensity overwhelm her. She can't breathe, can't move, can't think.

He pulls away and she realizes her eyes are closed. Hands grab her ass, push it up and his cock drives every bit of thought and resistance left to her out before it. She hasn't even the strength to open her eyes in surprise or desire or joy or agony. He will do what he wants and she will beg for more.

He grabs her hair and shoves her mouth onto his cock. It's drenched with her juices and she tastes her hunger, her anguish and her torment. She licks greedily and takes it all. He kisses her. Tastes her lips and suckles them. His voice is hoarse and weighted with depravity. "You've been very good. That's a very good girl. You can come now."

His hands grab her sides, her ass, he forces her up and open. He spears her. Before his huge pole is past her lips, she is lost. Her body seizes, her mind flies, and she bucks as wildly as her bindings allow. Over and over she comes until she feels him harder and deeper, shooting a flood of hot jism right through her.

She collapses as he releases her legs. She feels hot leaking from her sex. It grabs at the oozing with half - hearted clutching. Her ankles float on the mattress and her ass holds in a raised position. He moves to her head and shoves his dripping cock in her mouth. It tastes like lust and joy, agony and need. She feels it unlimber and harden into the perfect size to take her again. It pumps faster into her throat and it's all she can do to keep up. She feels him ready to come and she wants it. All of it. It shoots a powerful stream she can barely manage to grab and swallow. The overflow seeps out the corners of her mouth and she licks at it covetously.

Never getting soft, he pulls her ass around and down onto his pole. He turns to the edge of the bed and sits with her facing away, impaled. She squirms and feels him even harder within her. He holds her with one hand splayed over her chest and the other on her stomach. He shoves his cock higher as she wriggles for purchase. Her hands are still bound behind her and she bounces. She comes fast and furious, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, hoping it's okay for her to let go. When his face shows nothing but his bliss, she loses herself in the burst of flame tearing across her groin. Again and again, she feels her muscles clench, spasm, take her body over and drop her off the cliff to pick her up once more.

He looses her wrists, yanks her around, shoves her face to the mattress, lifts her behind and enters her. Fucks her hard. She eggs him on. "Yes! Fuck me! Harder baby!" She feels him shaking, rocking. He has raised up on his feet, knees bent, legs squeezing both sides of her hips. She thinks there must be fluids flying from her mouth as hard as he is stuffing her. "Fuck me! Ahhhh!"

She screams when he comes. His cock bursts open, his body wracked with shivers and jerks. His hands grab her sides so firmly that she briefly thinks she'll carry bruises. Just as quickly, she knows she will treasure all the marks he leaves today.

Somewhere in another time, she drowses awake enough to shift her body. To melt her curves into his muscles. She hears him sigh into her ear and she answers from somewhere far away.