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Losing Control

By: Nmsy



She arrived at our one room B&B around nine a.m., she was expected at noon. Lynn had stayed we us twice before when she visits her son at the local college. She was an easy person to talk to and we had quickly developed a friendly rapport with her. She is a thirty-six-year-old who stands about 5'-5", black hair in a cute pixy cut. Her husband who stayed here on one past visit must tower over her at about 6'-1". She is athletic and loves to jog and cycle, so you can imagine her nice trim figure. I'd guess her to have a nice full B-cup, which compliments the rest of her body perfectly. 

My wife had left for an early staff meeting at work over an hour and a half ago. I had an open morning so I stayed in bed catching up on missed newspapers. It has been a while since we had sex and with her rushing off early I had to fore go some wake-up love making that my body was in need of. I lay there trying to read while my body kept telling me that it wanted some release. 

I was suddenly brought back to reality by the doorbell ringing. Confused as to whom it could be so early, I jumped out of bed and grabbed my robe, tying it as I quickly headed to the door. To my surprise, it was Lynn. She apologized for the early arrival and disturbing me. Her morning had freed up and she decided to jump in the car and get here early so that she could do her morning jog along the ocean, which was a treat to herself when she visited. She had already done her jogging and was hoping to be able to check-in early to shower and change before heading to the college. 

There she stood before me, the wrong image for a guy in my present condition. Her skin glowing from the run, her black stretch shorts and waist length tee shirt, both damp and clinging to her body. Any red-blooded male knows what that vision of a fit female body does to him and it was definitely happening to me too. The visual stimulation was causing my body to react. 

I tried to pull myself together and said that the early arrival was no problem. I told her I just had a few things to do to finish prepping the room, but she could come on in. As we went to bring her bags in from her car I cautiously took in this vision of her body behind the damp thin material. When she bent into the trunk of her car, I watched as the weave of her shorts stretched to the max allowing me to easily see her bare bottom; she wore no panties. I felt my robe would hide my stiffening member from her as we went back inside. 

It was not until I noticed her face getting red and her breathing get deeper, and her more frequent glances toward my crotch that I realized that something was wrong. I dared not look directly, but glanced sideways into a glass door as we talked and saw that my growing erecting had found the opening of my robe. We were not ten feet apart chatting as we both unintentionally enticed each other. My heart is pounding not sure how to react, so I acted as if I was unaware and kept chatting and moving about the room. She keeps sneaking glances when she can, which just excites me even more and I feel my cock rise hard and high. Her excitement is further betrayed by the erection of her nipples, which she notices and tries to hide by crossing her arms.

She acts uneasy but at the same time very curious, turning away but then turning back for another look. I just keep talking as if I have no idea of what she is seeing. She is visibly loosing control of her body's reactions and knows she should break away. But then finds herself uncontrollably drawn back. Her unsteady curiosity heightens my arousal further. 

"You look unsteady from your run, sit down it the chair." 

Weakly she says, "no I'm fine." 

"No you're not, now sit." She seems to have no will power and walks to a chair and sits. As we continue talking I slowly move toward her, with each closing step her eyes grow wider as she stares at my approaching member. I stop two feet away with my erection bobbing right in front of her face and her eyes riveted on it. Her chest is rapidly rising and falling as her eyes flitter up to me and back to my cock as if trying to discreetly clue me in. But I'm not about to let her off the hook. Looking down at her my stare focuses on my erection and then her mound directly beyond, tightly wrapped in the black material. Her hand goes to her lap in a move of modesty as our eyes connect. I continue talking and asking her questions. Her voice is weak and shaky when she tries to answer. She has obviously lost composure. I am standing directly in front of her; she can't get out of the chair without knocking me over.

"You must have had a hot run, your t-shirt is soaked." She looks down at her nipples poking at the material and can only shake her head yes. "It's obvious that you are chilled we need to get you out of those wet clothes, raise your arms." She looks at me with pleading eyes and does as she told. I reach down and lift her shirt up and off. She sits there frozen looking up at me with arms raised. "There now you'll be fine," I say as I take her wrists in my hands and draw them around my waist bringing her face against my member. Softly I say, "you look hungry, its time for you to eat." For moment nothing happens, then I feel her tongue on my hot skin, "that's a good girl, show me how hungry you really are." She says nothing as she slowly picks up the pace and I see tears roll down her cheek.

My hands gently play in her hair as she hungrily obeys me. I slip my hands down her smooth back and hook under her arms and raise her up. As she stands my cock slides out of her mouth and down between her breasts. Her nipple rake up against my stomach and chest. 

She stands with her arms at her side, head hung down and silent. I lift her head and look into her eyes as I move down and kiss her lips. My tongue gently but firmly plies her lips apart enters her mouth. Her tongue finds mine and we dance tip to tip. Then my tongue recedes and I kiss my way down to her nipples as she deeply inhales. My hands on her hips, my thumbs hook her shorts and I pull downward. She gasps as she watches my fixed gaze upon her mound as the material slowly lowers inch by inch revealing her to me. I lift her feet from her shorts and raise one foot into the chair. 

She looks down as my head approaches toward her. The first thing she feels is the tip of my tongue entering her downy hair and then once again gently but firmly plies her lips apart. She can't hold back as she puts her hands on the back of my head and draws me firmly against her, driving my tongue deep within. She is now all mine.

Losing Control



It was 9 in the evening and Anna had been sitting at the bar for over an hour now. She picked up her phone and glanced at her screen. No new messages. She calmly placed the phone back on the bar and took a sip of her beer. It had grown warm and flat; it tasted disgusting. She took a look around her and was reminded exactly why she disliked this place so much. Like most bars on a Friday night, it was packed with twenty-something year old predatory guys whose sole purpose was to hunt down young women and lure them into probably very disappointing sex then never contact them again. She had previously tried her luck with some of those guys in hopes that she would find more to them than their shallow behavior but, as she suspected, it turned out disastrous. Sitting at that bar and being surrounded by them was a nightmare to her and she grew more uncomfortable by the second. It got worse when they started trying to approach her after noticing she's been sitting alone for quite some time. Perhaps they thought that if she was there all by herself then she must be looking for some company. 

She could not decide what made her more frustrated, the fact that she really hated this bar but agreed to meet here because Jessica wanted to, or the fact that she was late and didn't even bother letting her know why. 

As if Jessica had instantly read her mind, Anna received a text message from her tardy roommate right at that second. So so sooo sorry I'm late, Annie! Fucking meeting won't end and I'm stuck here until it does which won't be before like two hours! Don't hate me? :( x  

Anna smiled at the text message and thought this would be her golden opportunity to leave this terrible place and finally go home. It had been a long day at work and she was pretty exhausted. She got off work so late, in fact, that she did not even have time to go back home and change out of her work attire. Unfortunately for her, her clothing choices for that day were particularly uncomfortable. Anna worked at a big law firm in the heart of Manhattan. Given the nature of her workplace, she was always required to dress elegantly, although she was merely an administrative assistant. That day she had chosen to wear a sleeveless, knee-length, snug off-white dress that did wonders for her hourglass figure. The stylish dress had a slim, black snakeskin belt sewn into it around the waist, which inspired her to wear a complementing pair of black snakeskin pumps. Since it was November, she also wore a black pea coat along with a beautiful red scarf and a delicate pair of black leather gloves. 

As much as her striking outfit made her feel attractive, the day was really dragging on and all she wanted at that point was to get out of her work attire and slip into a big, comfortable sweater. She began to type a text message to send to Jessica when a handsome gentleman occupied the barstool next to her. She did not think much of it - all she could think of was how much her feet were killing her. She quickly started typing: I was just about to start planning your murder in my head. Sucks about the meeting :( but don't worry about it. I'm gonna head home and make us some brownies then we can watch Mean Girls when you get back. Good luck, bitch. x  

She was about to hit send when she momentarily looked up from her phone and glanced at the man who had just taken the seat next to hers. For what seemed like an hour, she forgot about her phone, she forgot about Jessie, she forgot about her uncomfortable shoes, she forgot about everything. He was indeed painfully handsome, but that wasn't just it. There was something else about him that made him sexier than any other man she's seen before, something that Anna could not resist. She could not tell what it was. She examined his face, his eyes were blue, his hair was brown and soft. She saw a hint of stubble on his very defined jawline that her hands were just itching to touch. Her eyes traveled south; he was wearing a navy blue suit, probably designer. His brown shoes were immaculate. Even the laces were tied perfectly. He looked... delicious. 

When she looked back up, it suddenly hit her. She had been eyeing this man, like an idiot, with her mouth open for the past few seconds at least. To her horror, she realized he had been looking at her and smiling. She immediately looked back at her screen and started rereading the text she had written. She decided to hit send and then his voice stopped her dead in her tracks. 

"Hi," the man said. She looked up at him once again only to discover he was laughing. He seemed to be quite amused by her awkwardness. 

"Uhh... hi," she said back, forcing a smile. She couldn't stop fumbling with her phone and was barely able to make eye contact with him. 

"Are you okay?" he said, once again sounding delighted at how flustered she was. 

Anna nodded and smiled. She chose not to verbally respond; she was not sure what atrocities would come out of her mouth if she'd tried to speak one more word to this man. 

"I'm Alex. Let me buy you a drink." 

Once again, she nodded and smiled. A more genuine smile, this time. 

"Thank you," she said softly, after a couple of seconds had already passed. 

He gestured for the bartender and ordered two whiskeys on the rocks for both of them. She was taken aback for a second as she realized he hadn't even asked her what she would like to drink. Fortunately for her, she actually did enjoy whiskey, but she secretly wondered what she would've done if she hadn't. 

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked. 

"Oh, just my roommate. She's stuck in a meeting and probably won't be able to make it tonight." She quietly said, still avoiding eye contact. 

The bartender set their drinks on the bar in front of them at that moment. She looked at the drink and then back at him. His smile was so mesmerizing, she could not tear her eyes away. She suddenly realized she had not told him her name and decided now would be a good time to find her voice again. 

"I'm Anna, by the way." She said confidently with a smile on her face, after sitting up straight and clearing her throat. 

"Finally," he said, "I was wondering when that would come out." 

"You're dressed awful fancy for this bar," she said. 

"Well," he spoke with a smirk on his face, "I came straight from work. I'm supposed to meet a client in a while." 

She nodded and quietly sipped on her whiskey. It was smooth and strong, a refreshing change from the stale beer she had been drinking before. 

"What about you?" he asked, "as much as I appreciate a sexy woman in a beautiful dress, I still can't help but wonder what would bring you here dressed like that." 

Anna nearly choked on her whiskey when she heard his words. Sexy? Wow! That man was not one for playing around. She was surprised by his forwardness but also flattered. Part of her was actually quite thankful he could see past the awkward mess she was just a few minutes ago. 

"I came straight from work as well," she said. "I'm actually not a big fan of this place at all, but Jessica, my roommate, insisted we meet here, since it's pretty close to her workplace." 

"Looks like we have a lot in common, then," he said after taking a sip of his drink and gently setting the glass back on the bar. "I was also urged to come here by my client. When someone pays that much for your services, you have no choice but to say yes, I'm afraid." 

"And what services exactly do you offer?" Anna asked with a hint of a naughty smile on her face. 

He smirked at her flirtatiousness. "I keep the big, bad, scary corporations in business." He said. 

She laughed at the way he had so honestly phrased it. 

"So you're a corporate lawyer, huh?" she said. "I actually work in a law firm myself: Goldsmith & Moore. I'm Mr. Moore's secretary." 

"Interesting," he genuinely said. "I'm junior partner at my firm. I'm sure you are familiar with it, Gallagher Adams?" 

Anna laughed a bit too loudly at his revelation. She was, in fact, quite familiar with that particular firm. Goldsmith & Moore and Gallagher Adams were the biggest two law firms in New York City, which naturally made them rivals. She secretly giggled at the thought of Mr. Moore finding out she was having drinks with a partner who worked for his nemesis, Joseph Gallagher. He would flip! 

"I might have heard the name here or there," Anna responded sarcastically while she did her best to sound serious. 

Alex finished the last of his whiskey and put the glass on the bar with a bit too much force, which caused what remained of the ice cubes to rattle. He promptly got up and offered Anna, who was not yet done with her drink, his hand and patiently awaited a response. She was confused at first, but quickly she began to realize he was extending an invitation for her to leave the bar with him. But where to? She thought. Does he seriously want me to go home with him ten minutes into meeting him?! No, no. He can't be that rude. 

 Anna realized she had been staring at his empty hand with the glass still between her lips. She must've looked ridiculous. She decided to put the glass down and ask what his intentions were instead of allowing her mind to wander any further. Before she could say anything, however, he voiced his intentions loud and clear. 

"There's a nice Italian restaurant called Massimo's a few blocks from here. Since we're both not too fond of this place, I'd like to take you there." Alex said blatantly. 

"But..." Anna hesitated, taken aback by his sudden offer. "I thought you had to meet a client? And it's Friday, don't you need to have reservations?" 

"I already do," he said. "I made reservations for me and my client; there was no way I was having that meeting in here and I know just how much he loves Italian food. Right now, however, I've decided I want to take you instead. I'll have my assistant cancel the meeting and it would also be a good idea for you to cancel your plans with Jessica." 

Anna laughed as she began to grasp the kind of person she was dealing with. "Oh, you're good." she said, very amused. "Giving someone the illusion of choice, when the choice has been yours all along?" 

He smiled and gave her a slight nod. "Smart girl," He said. "Shall we?" 

She took his hand and gracefully got off the barstool. She inadvertently noticed that he had left a couple of $20 bills on the bar before even knowing whether or not she would accept his offer to leave. For a second, Anna could not decide if she was offended by his presumptuousness or impressed by his confidence. She stood next to him while he grabbed her coat and suddenly she felt miniature in comparison. He was so tall, at least 6'3", and quite muscular. His tailored suit fit him perfectly and only made him look taller and bigger. She, on the other hand, stood at 5'3", maybe 5'8" considering the fact that she was wearing heels. The way he towered over her petite, curvy figure made her feel more feminine and even made her knees a bit weak. Like a true gentleman would, Alex helped her into her coat before putting on his own and, in a matter of seconds, they were out of that place they both hated so much. 

It was freezing cold outside but Anna really enjoyed the weather. Winter had always been her favorite season. She glanced at Alex, who looked even more dashing with his beige coat and blue Burberry scarf on, and could not believe a man with such impeccable style existed in this world. 

The walk to Massimo's was, in reality, very short, but somehow a significant amount of information was shared during that brief stroll, perhaps due to the fact that they both intentionally walked much slower than they usually would with anyone else. Anna LeVander, or just Annie as her close friends called her, revealed that she was a 24 year-old university graduate from Wisconsin. She had two older sisters, both of whom still lived back home with their husbands and children. She spoke fondly of her family, her parents in particular, mentioning several times how grateful she was for everything they have done for her. Alex also learned that her hobbies included writing and photography. When he asked her what she wrote about, she responded "people". When he asked what she took photos of, she maintained the same answer. She also spoke briefly about Jessica, who had been her roommate and best friend ever since she moved to New York for university. Jessica and Anna both went to NYU and started off with a small studio apartment in Brooklyn; it was all they could afford at the time. After graduation, they were both successful in finding financially rewarding jobs in a short period of time and they immediately decided to move to a beautiful two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan. Although they could now both afford to live comfortably on their own, neither of them wanted to separate. Jessie, as Anna described, was her confidant; the person who knew her most and the closest one to her heart. Closer than family, even. 

Alex did not share much. 32 years old, born and raised in Manhattan, and attended Harvard law school. Anna was just about to urge him to share more about himself when they found themselves standing in front of the doors of the very restaurant they were going to. She would try to know more about him when they were inside and settled in, she decided. Upon entry, the hostess smiled and greeted the two of them warmly. 

"Mr. Vanderburg, lovely to see you. Your table is ready." Said the beautiful hostess. She was slim, tall and she wore a scandalously short long-sleeved black velvet dress. 

"Thank you, Jenny." He said as he smiled back at her. "Please show my date to our table, I need to make a quick phone call." 

He pushed the doors open while the pretty hostess took Anna's coat and proceeded to lead her to the table. Alex was probably phoning his assistant to cancel his client meeting, which reminded her that she had not yet informed Jessica of her change of plans. She thought about calling but decided to go with a text message instead as Jessie was probably still attending the meeting. She unlocked her phone and found the text message she had neglected to send earlier at the bar, then she deleted it and started writing a new one. 

Jessie, she began typing I can't do brownies and movies tonight. I met this guy and we're going out to dinner right now. Don't ask, I don't even know how it happened! 

 She hit send and almost instantly her phone buzzed to notify her that she had gotten a reply from Jessica. OMG! What? How? When? Tell me everything! The text message made her chuckle. Jessica's immediate response meant she must've been mind-numbingly bored during her meeting. She also found it funny that she specifically said 'don't ask' right before she was bombarded with questions. She was considering her response to Jessica's text when Alex appeared. 

When he sat down, she unconsciously put her phone back in her purse and forgot all about her curious roommate. 

"Did everything go smoothly?" She asked. 

"Oh, no. Not at all." He laughed at her question. "In fact, he was pretty angry." 

"Now I feel bad for making you cancel on a client." 

"You didn't make me do anything. I wanted to." 

The arrogance in his voice slightly angered her but, truthfully, also excited her a bit. She wasn't sure how to respond so she picked up her menu and began to consider her dinner options. As soon as she began reading she realized just how hungry she was. In fact, she remembered she hadn't eaten anything since lunch! She looked up when she heard Alex speaking; he was ordering a bottle of red wine from their waiter. With the waiter's departure, he turned to her and asked what she wanted to eat. 

"I don't know," Anna said teasingly. "Didn't really think about it. I figured you'd just pick something for me like you did at the bar." 

He knew this sort of thing would get to her. He wanted to get to her. "You're right," he said very calmly. "You're going to have the lobster linguine." 

Anna put down her menu and angrily looked at him. He smiled smugly at her and seemed to enjoy the frustration he had caused her to feel. 

"Why do you keep doing this?" she said. 

"Because I know you love it." 

She stared at him and tried to find her words again, only she couldn't. He was right! What was she going to say to him? She can't just admit it was true. On the other hand, if she denied it he would definitely be able to tell she was lying; she was blushing! Her thoughts raced for a few seconds when a much-welcomed distraction appeared. The waiter had arrived with the wine and began pouring it into their glasses. After he was done, he placed the bottle on the table and silently withdrew. 

Anna took a sip of her wine and started thinking about what she would say next. Thankfully, she didn't have to say anything. Alex started speaking to her about a completely unrelated topic. 

They spoke for hours. Their food came and went. A second bottle of wine also came and went. They discussed politics, work, music, books, and even sports. Anna found Alex to be an excellent listener. He was not only exceptionally smart, but also extremely well read. She was impressed by his intelligence and knowledge, and she could tell he felt the same way about her. It had been a long time since she had been involved in such an intellectually engaging conversation and she was enjoying it immensely. He still did not give out a lot of information about himself, however she had managed to gather some bits and pieces that somewhat helped her make sense of the puzzle that was Alex Vanderburg. Born into a wealthy family, he grew up in the best neighborhoods and schools. He barely spoke of his parents, which made Anna assume he wasn't close to either of them. In fact, she thought he was probably brought up by nannies and maids. Although he was a very impressive character, he was not particularly talkative. She concluded from her analysis that he felt no need to reveal information about himself due to his confidence in how naturally intimidating he appeared to most people. She did rather appreciate the total lack of ostentatiousness in his character although he truly had a lot to show off. 

It was past midnight, the restaurant was practically empty and the couple was just finishing off the last of the dessert they were sharing. Alex had ordered a scrumptious plate of creamy Tiramisu for the two of them that was too delicious to be true. Anna had certainly enjoyed his company that night, but the thought that the night was coming to an end disheartened her. He had a way of making her feel comfortable around him while also keeping her on her toes. She was astounded at what an intriguing character she found him to be; it felt like all the time in the world with that person would still not be enough. She secretly thought about going home with him that night, but dismissed the notion as soon as it appeared into her head. She is not that kind of girl, she told herself. He would not respect her, and she oh-so-desperately and eagerly yearned for that man's respect. Right at that moment, the universe proposed an overwhelming challenge to Anna. It was too appropriately timed, it almost seemed like a cruel joke. 

"Anna," she heard him calmly speak, right after he had handed the waiter his credit card. "I've really enjoyed your company and I don't want this night to end now." 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Anna yelled within herself. She looked very composed, she was certain, but there was an ugly scene going on inside. She took a deep breath and decided to go with the decision she had made seconds earlier; it just seemed safer. 

"I don't want it to, either." She said, softly. "But I shouldn't go home with you tonight. I mean, we literally only met a few hours ago. We just shouldn't." 




Losing Control



"It doesn't matter what we should or should not do. I want you and I'm sure you want me as much. Anything else is bullshit." 

"Alex!" she exclaimed. "I just can't do that. I'm not that kind of girl." 

He sighed and shook his head. "I know just the kind of girl you are." He muttered dismissively. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, visibly annoyed by his indifferent attitude. Observing his cocky smirk and the way he casually leaned back in his chair, Anna's irritation with him only grew worse. 

"It means," He leaned forward and spoke a bit louder. "I know what a girl like you needs." 

"A girl like me?" she said sharply. 

"Yes, a girl like you. A submissive." He said very matter-of-factly. "Why do you think you were particularly drawn to me? And why do you think I am so drawn to you? I know what you need and what you crave, and I know just how to give it to you." 

His words were sudden and harsh, but she was not surprised. She was well aware from the start they were both attracted to one another for reasons that surpassed just physical appearance, although that also played a big role. Try as she might, Anna could not get angry with him for his abrasiveness. In fact, her frustration had begun to subside as the truthfulness of his words started to sink in. She was not experienced as a submissive, she never even identified as one, but she has always known she had those... tendencies. He saw through her just like she saw through him, but unlike him, she realized what she saw in him a bit too late. The words he had just said fleetingly crossed her mind again and she found herself tempted to accept his offer. I want him, she thought. He knows what I need. He knows what I crave.  

After she had been silent for so long, Alex finally broke the silence. "Come home with me," he said. It sounded like a demand more than a request. The way he had said it made her stomach flutter and, for a second, she was afraid of just how much power that man would have over her if she just gave him a chance. Quickly and instinctively, she made an attempt to regain control. 

"Why should I?" Anna asked, daringly. She assertively looked into his eyes and awaited his response. 

He smiled at her endearingly, as if he thought her efforts to assure herself she still had any control left were adorably futile. In a matter of seconds, his cocky smile began to fade until only a trace of it was visible. He leaned forward further and looked right into her defiant eyes. 

"Because you want to submit to me." He said. 

And, just like that, she knew every shred of control she had so desperately tried to hold on to was gone. In fact, she realized she had lost control the second she agreed to leave the bar with him. Strangely enough, she could not care less. He was right. All she wanted at that moment was to be his - to submit to him. She watched as he took his credit card and carefully placed it back where it belonged in his wallet. He was looking at her, but he was not expecting a response. It was done. He was simply waiting for her to be ready to leave. Embarrassed by how easy she complied, Anna cleared her throat and averted her gaze from his. 

"Do you mind if I go to the ladies' room?" Anna asked. 

"Not at all," he said. "I'll wait." 

She nervously entered the ladies' restroom. It was completely deserted, as was the entire restaurant at this late hour. She carefully examined her reflection in the mirror and was relieved to see her hair and makeup were still in place. She brushed her fingers through her thick, wavy, loose auburn curls and gave her hair a quick pat. Her eyeliner and mascara had smudged around her pretty hazel eyes ever so slightly, but she decided against fixing it; she liked it that way. She took her favorite perfume out of her purse and sprayed twice on her neck, then dabbed her wrists against the damp spots and rubbed them together. She looked at herself once again. She looked good and she felt good. She was ready. 

She was about to exit the restroom when her phone buzzed. Shit, Jessie! She remembered her roommate would be expecting her home by now. She fumbled for her phone in her purse and hastily started reading Jessica's text message. I take it your date is going well? Hahaha. Where are you? It's past midnight you slut! Anna read the text message and chuckled, but her amusement disappeared when it dawned on her she would have to tell Jessie she was spending the night with a man she just met. 

We're leaving the restaurant right now, Anna typed. But I won't be coming home just yet. Don't ask. I mean it this time! I'll explain tomorrow. 

 She sent the text message and made her way out of the restroom. The staff were cleaning off the tables and mopping the floor as she exited the restaurant. She had to walk with extreme caution to avoid slipping and ruining her dress. Alex was waiting for her in the restaurant's reception area, holding their coats and scarves in his hands. He helped her into her coat and she carefully began to wrap her scarf around her neck while he put on his own. He opened the door for her and she found a black car parked in front of the restaurant as soon as she stepped out. The driver was standing by the car and graciously opened the car door and awaited the two of them to get in. Once they had both comfortably taken their seats in the car, Alex told Jerry, the driver, to take them to his apartment. 

Anna's phone buzzed inside her purse once again and she mentally prepared herself for another one of Jessica's notorious interrogations. She skimmed through the long message that Jessica had sent her and then locked her phone and sighed. She wasn't really sure how to respond. 

"Is it your roommate?" Alex asked. 

"She's so paranoid!" Anna said, obviously frustrated. 

"Your best friend is spending the night with a man she just met, wouldn't you be worried? Give her my address, phone number and my full name. Tell her I'll have you home tomorrow safe and sound." 

"I-..." 

"Except maybe for a few bruises." He shrugged. 

Anna laughed and playfully punched his arm. She sent Jessica a text message with his details as Alex had instructed. He's a good guy, Jessie, she typed in addition. He even said he wouldn't murder me if I didn't struggle during the rape! Love you and good night. P.S. DON'T CALL THE FUCKING POLICE, just in case you can't recognize a joke when you see one. x  

She slipped her phone back into her purse. That was the last she was going to hear from Jessica for the night, she was sure. She looked back at Alex and informed him she had sent the text message to calm down her frantic roommate. 

"Good, no more distractions." he said. "We have more important things to do." 

"We do?" Anna asked sarcastically, feigning astonishment. 

"Oh, yes." He said, grabbing a fistful of her neat curls. "We do." 

She gasped at the sudden sting. Their faces were only inches apart and her breathing began to quicken. His other hand slipped under her dress and found its way to her damp panties in no time. 

"No!" she whispered in his ear, her voice barely audible. "Your driver is right there, he can see us! Please!" 

"You better stay still and be very quiet, then." He quietly told her. "You don't want Jerry to find out how much of a slut you are, do you?" 

She closed her eyes and shook her head in response. His fingers pressed against her pussy through the lace fabric and rubbed her swollen clit in an excruciatingly slow manner. Anna dug her nails into his forearm and bit on her lower lip while he continued rubbing and teasing her. While he touched her, he whispered the nastiest things into her ears. For the second time that night, she actually felt herself blush. 

He told her explicitly about how she belonged to him, mind, body and soul. He made it very clear that she was merely a fucktoy he would use for his pleasure when and where he pleased. She had no say in any of it, he informed her. Anna never thought she would be so turned on by the idea of being used as a tool for someone else's pleasure, but just the thought had her pussy soaking wet. All she wanted at that point was to be treated like the worthless whore he had promised to make of her. Alex continued to touch her while her body delicately squirmed in great discomfort. 

"Your own needs should be long forgotten by now, do you understand?" he aggressively whispered into her ear. She nodded in response. 

"The only desire you will ever have, from now on, is to satisfy my every need." He continued. "Every, fucking, need, Anna." 

That was the first time he had said her name that night. If she had been standing, she thought, her knees would have probably gone weak enough to cause her to collapse right there and then. She belonged to him. I, Anna LeVander, belong to Alex Vanderburg. He owns me. I will forever be his slut. Anna repeated those unspoken vows over and over within her head and an almost unnoticed moan escaped her lips. Unnoticed to anyone else, perhaps, but not to him. 

"What a whore." He laughed at her vulnerability. 

Without warning, Alex withdrew his hand from underneath her skirt and casually told her to straighten herself up. When she awoke from her daze, she realized they had arrived at his building. In haste, she closed her legs and smoothed down her dress, then quickly raked her fingers through her hair while she cleared her throat. By the time her preparation to exit the vehicle was over, Jerry was already standing by her door and courteously opening it for her. She smiled at him but avoided eye contact at all costs, she must have looked guilty as hell. She gracefully - as gracefully as she could, at least - found her way out of the car and Alex shortly followed. He thanked his driver and told him to have a good night while Anna stared at the sidewalk like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever laid eyes on. Alex walked through the lobby while the nervous girl scurried by his side, still refusing to lift her eyes off the ground. 

They entered the elevator and when Anna finally saw there were no unfamiliar feet in the vicinity, she looked up and saw him standing there, smiling. 

"You seem to find me really entertaining," Anna said, recalling all the other times she had caught him laughing or smiling at her behavior. 

"Not entertaining," he gently replied "Adorable." 

He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. "Fucking adorable." He said, still smiling. 

Anna reflexively giggled like a little girl at his words. She looked at him playfully and asked what he thought was so "adorable" about her. 

"Just how mortified you are right now." He nonchalantly responded. "It's almost as if you have no idea what kinds of shameful, sick, depraved shit I'm going to make you do in a minute. Perhaps you really are unaware, but it is cute nonetheless." 

Her eyes widened like a little puppy and she wordlessly pleaded for mercy. Only part of her was hoping he would grant her silent wish. To her surprise, he kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her locks. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He said in such a loving tone she had never heard before. "By the time I am done with you, you will be nothing but a shameless whore." 

Before Anna could process his words, she heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open. Alex released her and began fishing for his keys in his pocket while they both quietly walked through the hallway towards his apartment door. She took a second to look around and it suddenly occurred to her just how fancy his building was. The spacious corridor stretched in front of her while she followed him to his apartment door. She glimpsed behind her back for a second and only saw one other door at the opposite end of the lavish hallway. Her heels clicked against the red marble floors beneath her feet as she took slow steps towards the apartment, completely stunned by her surroundings. She gazed upon the rich, mahogany wood panels on the walls and the shimmering gold chandeliers mounted on them. The outrageously high white ceiling was flooded with prominent decorative designs that made Anna think she must have walked into a museum rather than an ordinary residential building in Manhattan. The timeless, rich feel of the atmosphere made her wish she could afford to own such a place herself one day. 

Alex unlocked and opened the door, patiently awaiting his newly owned submissive to take the first step in. She entered and quietly removed her coat, scarf, putting them aside along with the gloves she had just stuffed into her purse. She had expected his place of residence to resemble the rest of the building, but to her surprise his apartment had a fully modern, clean look. Blacks and whites with the occasional color splashes here and there. Sleek, contemporary furniture with minimal embellishment and an absolute lack of clutter. Every piece belonged right in its place and there was plenty of appropriately empty space, which made his already vast apartment seem even more capacious. The white marble floors were so glossy, she could actually see her own reflection. 

Suddenly reminded of her lack of manners, Anna abruptly turned to Alex and began to speak. 

"Your home is lovely!" She said, after long seconds of silence. "You have incredible taste." 

"Incredible and expensive, unfortunately." He said. 

Anna was about to tell him there was nothing unfortunate about his situation; he can pretty much afford anything he wanted! She decided against it, however, as she considered how impolite it would be to discuss his financial matters. Instead, she simply nodded and smiled. Alex took a seat on his black leather couch and signaled for her to come sit next to him. She complied without saying a word. 

"Can I ask you a strange question?" She said, suddenly turning to him as soon as she was seated. He responded with a nod. 

"Uh, what do... Um..." she hesitated. "What do your, uh, subs call you?" 

"What brought this up?" He asked. 

"I don't know. It just popped into my head. I mean, I can't call you Alex, can I?" 

"I am not too particular about honorifics." He gave a slight shrug. "You can call me Alex, but I don't think you really want to." 

"What do I want to call you?" 

"You're not very experienced, I can tell, but I'm sure you are familiar with the titles typically used in these situations. I'll let you take your pick, just this once." 

Anna remembered what happened in the elevator no less than a few minutes ago. Within one second, she had made up her mind. 

"May I call you Daddy, please?" She inquired politely. 

Alex smirked mischievously at her and she knew he had known her answer long before she even said it. I know just the kind of girl you are, the words he had said at the restaurant rang in her head. He looked at her, seated so close to him with her legs crossed, and placed one firm hand on her thigh while the other gently stroked her cheek. 

"You may." He said. "But don't think for one second I'll go easy on you." 

She nodded at his words like a good child would at their parent's orders. His hand wrapped carefully around her hair and drew her closer to him. 

"Look at me," He commanded. 

She lifted her eyes, which had been focused on her hands, folded neatly on her lap right next to his. His icy blue eyes gave away nothing. She continued to look into them in hopes of uncovering any clues as to what he might be thinking, but she had no luck. She considered how ridiculous she must look, staring back at him with wide, puzzled eyes. 

Prohibiting her search for clues to continue any further, Alex leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue melted into his as she enjoyed the tender, yet firm, touch of his hand on her thigh. Slowly, that very hand traveled up her body and caressed her breast. She found herself wanting more and began thrusting her body towards his, longing for more of his touch. Alex must have felt how desperate she was for him as he stopped at that exact moment, his hand still tangled in her soft locks. 

"What are you?" He asked, jerking her head back. 

"I'm your slut." She answered without hesitation. 

He tugged harder on her hair and repeated his question, emphasizing every word. 

"I'm your slut, Daddy." She quickly realized her mistake and sounded very desperate trying to fix it. 

"I don't allow fuckups, Anna." He firmly stated. "They might have been amusing at first, but right now I expect more of you. I expect perfection. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Daddy." Her shaken voice immediately answered, without even stopping to think what he meant by 'perfection' or whether or not she can manage to meet up to his standards. Truth is, she was intimidated by his tone. She could not say anything but yes, even if she tried. She knew what she had to do: try her best to avoid 'fucking up', as he had so delicately put it. 

He released her hair and nodded once, perhaps pleased with her obedience. She could not tell. He told her to go to his bedroom and wait for him, to which Anna responded with a nod and a respectful "yes, Daddy". She was already on her way when she stopped and turned to him. 

"Should I undress?" She politely asked. 

He sighed and glared at her, visibly irritated by her question. "What did I tell you?" 

She nodded almost frantically and looked down in submission. She quickly departed without saying another word and hastily made her way to the bedroom. When she entered the room, she was pleased at how elegantly put together it was, but not exactly surprised. She sat on the bed and patiently awaited his arrival for a few seconds before it occurred to her that he had not clearly told her to sit. She promptly jumped off the bed without further contemplation and chose to stand quietly by it, staring at her feet. Get your shit together, Anna! Her brain yelled at her. 

She stood by the bed for no less than a minute when Alex showed up, having already discarded his suit jacket and tie. His slim fitted shirt showed off his chiseled, muscular physique beautifully. He approached her with slow, sure steps and Anna's throat dried in anticipation. He slid his palms around her hips and looked at her, his touch a bit less stern than before. He brought his hand to the zipper of her dress at the back of her neck and began deliberately unzipping it. The way he took his time stripping her of her clothes made her realize how stupid the question she asked earlier was. He was undressing her like he would unwrap his favorite candy bar. The silky fabric of the garment's lining glided around her shoulders as it slowly fell to the ground. Anna stepped out of the white dress and carelessly kicked it to the side. 

Alex took a tiny step back and gazed upon her half naked figure. She was wearing a translucent black lace thong and a matching bra. Usually, she did not bother to wear matching underwear underneath her clothes; she only did that on days where she woke up feeling particularly sexy. She detected a hint of appreciation on his face and secretly felt glad he had caught her on such a day. 

"You will keep your heels on." He ordered. 

"Yes, Daddy." She responded in a most seductive tone, emboldened by the confidence she had gained from his impressed stares. 

He approached her once again and with one expert hand unhooked her bra and unceremoniously tossed it aside, where it met the same fate as her dress. He felt the softness of her creamy, pale skin while he admired the roundness of her perky breasts. His strong arms pulled her even closer, as close as physically possible, and once again brought her lips to meet his. He kissed her passionately and fiercely, she felt his stiff manhood against her body and his shirt rubbed against her naked breasts, causing her nipples to instantly harden. With her body pressed up against him and his arms completely surrounding her, Anna almost felt imprisoned. She would have normally been frightened if it had been another man, but she had no intention of escaping this one's prison. 




Losing Control



He kissed his way up her neck, enjoying her faint moans, while his fingers squeezed her soft, full breasts and toyed teasingly with her erect nipples. The possessive touch of his lips and hands on her silky skin caused her body to shiver against his and she sighed shakily and deeply at the contact. Her pussy was dripping wet with her juices, she could feel the wetness between her legs growing every second. 

Alex brought his lips to her ears. "You're not going to need it," he said. "But the safeword is red. Remember it." 

"Yes, Daddy." She whimpered. 

"What's the safeword, slut?" He asked. 

"Red, Daddy." She moaned. 

"Good girl." He whispered. She could feel a slight smile on his lips against her neck. 

He continued to devour the smoothness of her porcelain skin while the poor girl's body shuddered in response. He cupped her ass with both his hands and gave it a hard squeeze, before giving it a sudden, sharp slap. Anna yelped and jumped slightly, shocked. He savagely yanked her thong down, completely exposing her hairless pussy before him. Anna obeyed his unspoken order and kicked the thong away while his hands still fondled and massaged her bare ass. He smacked her cheeks one more time, but this time her yelp was mixed with a very distinct moan. 

"Open your legs, whore." He whispered viciously into her ear. 

"Yes, Daddy." He heard her faintly mumble. 

His fingers parted her lips and skillfully began exploring her wet pussy. Anna's palms rested on his shoulders as she threw her head back and moaned softly. His other arm wrapped around her lower back for much needed support, which she was grateful for. Although their bodies were already pushed against each other's, Anna kept pushing further. She grinded against his fingers and groaned in pleasure or in frustration, or both, perhaps. Her need for release was growing within her and she could not suppress it any longer, but she was not naïve enough to think he would give it to her so easily. 

"Mmm yes, Daddy." She moaned, extra seductively. She sounded just like the whore he was training her to be. Perhaps Daddy would let her cum if she showed him she was learning, she thought. 

Alex stopped rubbing and gave her clit an unsolicited slap, which caused her to cry out in pain. He shoved his drenched fingers into her mouth while his other hand yanked at her hair, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. 

"Don't try to play Daddy, princess." He assertively but calmly educated her. The faded smile on his face was almost menacing. She instantly regretted what she had done. She could not speak with his fingers still in her mouth, so she just responded by nodding and hoped he could detect the remorse in her eyes. 

He removed his fingers and, with the other hand tangled in her hair, he forced her down to her knees beside the bed. He sat on the mattress and began to unbutton his shirt before getting rid of it completely. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Anna guiltily spoke. 

"I'm sure you are, princess." He sighed. "But now it's time to show just how sorry you are." 

She looked at his hard cock beneath his pants and then back at him for confirmation. A nod was all she needed before she eagerly started to undo his belt and his pants. She pulled his black boxer briefs down to reveal his cock and her jaw practically dropped at his impressive size. It was easily the biggest one she had ever seen, in terms of both girth and length. After disposing of his pants and boxers, she stared yearningly at his large, veiny cock and enthusiastically opened her mouth to receive him. All of a sudden, she was met with an unexpected slap across her face that knocked her to floor. With her palms on the ground, she pushed herself back to her knees as tears began to form in her eyes. She did not know if it was the humiliation or the pain that caused her to cry. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy." She repeated once more, sniffling and trying desperately to hold back her tears. She knew what that slap was for. 

"I know you are, baby." He said. His words were gentle, but there was not the faintest hint of kindness in his voice. "But your apology doesn't undo what you did, do you understand?" 

"Yes, Daddy." She nodded and looked into his eyes miserably. 

"Suck." He commanded with one simple word. 

Anna immediately gripped his cock and opened her mouth to take him in and at least try to redeem herself. Before she could, her head was yanked back painfully and suddenly. 

"I wasn't finished, princess." He said. "Beg for it first." 

"Please let me suck your cock, Daddy." She genuinely begged. "I know I've been a bad girl but please give me the chance to make it up." 

"And why should I?" He asked, his cold stare nearly penetrating her. 

She struggled to find a reason and eventually she just gave up and sighed. "Please, Daddy." She looked up at him and said, entirely defeated. "Please. I'll be good." 

He did not say a word but somehow she knew he granted her permission. She keenly took his huge cock into her mouth and tried the best she could to accommodate his size. Her lips stretched painfully around his girth as she ran her tongue up and down his length to tease him. She pulled him out of her mouth and began licking and kissing all over his hard cock and all the way down to his balls. Her hand stroked his shaft, effortlessly gliding along his length after she had sloppily lubricated it with her saliva, while her skilled mouth continued to lick and suck on his balls. She then switched her technique around, massaging his balls with her hand while she licked along and around his shaft. Alex was enjoying it, she could tell, but he was growing impatient. She took all of him between her lips and began to suck and lick very slowly. She continued to tease him, sliding his rock-solid cock in and out of her mouth, looking up at him playfully with an innocent look in her eyes as she deliberately took her sweet time. 

"Slut." He hissed furiously and almost inaudibly as he grabbed the sides of her head and thrust his cock deep down her throat. 

He watched his unfortunate fucktoy struggle as she dragged her nails across his muscular thighs and his lips stretched ever so slightly to form an almost undetectable wicked smile. She gagged and choked to the point where tears began to run down her face, leaving behind black trails of her - now completely ruined - mascara and eyeliner. He forced his cock down her throat for nearly a full minute before deciding to allow her to have some air. Anna gasped for breath as soon as she was released, but before she knew what hit her Alex had forced himself down her throat again. This time, however, he slid in and out of her mouth and although it was still uncomfortable, she managed to catch her breath. Black, hot tears continued to stream down her cheeks as his cock painfully hit the back of her throat, but she was beginning to enjoy his furious throat fucking. She tightened her lips around him and teased the tip of his cock and his shaft with her tongue as he slipped it in and out. Although she was still in great discomfort, she knew her performance was driving him crazy. 

After several, long, painful minutes, he let out a moan under his teeth and his pace began to quicken. Anna continued to play with her tongue more enthusiastically as she knew he was close. Soon enough, he buried his cock deep in her throat and never withdrew. Loads of hot semen pumped out as he groaned and she continued to suck every last drop of cum out of him. His hands tightly held her head in place as he enjoyed his long, intense orgasm. After the pleasure had subsided, he looked down at his whore and watched her use her fingers to scoop the unplanned drops of semen that had landed on her chin and breasts. She eagerly sucked on her own cum-soaked fingers, before firmly grabbing his cock and licking it clean with her skilled tongue. 

She looked up at him, excited as a puppy, with her big brown eyes wide open and her makeup stained face. She hoped she had done a good enough job to earn his appreciation, or at least forgiveness. He sighed and looked at her, his face absolutely neutral. 

"Come here, Annie." He said. She was very pleased with his words and tone of voice; he had never called her Annie before! 

She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, in compliance with his orders. His fingertips glided against her soft skin and his lips momentarily touched hers. 

"Good girl." He gently said. Anna studied his face and found it to be literally indecipherable. 

"Thank you, Daddy." She moaned sensuously into his ear. 

She felt his still erect cock against her wet pussy as she straddled him and gradually began to rock against it. She rubbed her dripping slit against the length of his shaft in an excruciatingly slow pace, unsure of whether to tease herself or him. Her pussy was aching for him and she craved release more than anything. Alex was looking at her sternly, perhaps waiting to see if she would dare to do more than grind against him. She continued to torture herself before her need got the best of her and she decided she had to do something. 

"Please fuck me, Daddy." She pleaded softly, sliding her palms up his defined chest and onto his shoulders. "I need your cock more than anything, please!" 

Alex was visibly and agonizingly aroused by the contrast of the innocence in her tone and the lewd, filthy words that came out of her lips. He relished hearing the voice of a slut desperate enough to urgently beg for a good fucking. It took all the willpower he had to resist driving himself into her right there and then. She had a very tight pussy and she probably had never slept with anyone his size; he knew it would certainly hurt her even if he slowly eased her into it. 

He firmly grabbed her by the hips and brutally pushed his nails into her flesh as he slowly lowered her down to him. Once he was inside her, Anna's eyes grew wider and she let out a loud gasp. Her fingers tightened around his shoulders as she impaled herself further on his cock and a piercing cry escaped her lips. When she had finally taken as much of him as she could, he slowly began to bounce her on his rigid manhood. With every moan or cry she released to express discomfort, Alex grew harder and harder as he painfully fucked his innocent little slut and watched her wriggle and suffer. She held on to him for dear life as he continued to make her ache. Several long minutes into it, however, the pain began to subside and was replaced with pleasure. She had control over the pace and he came to the conclusion that he wouldn't be able to hurt her further in that position. 

"Enough." His voice stopped her with just one word. 

Anna looked at him imploringly and pouted, her hands still rested on her shoulders. His cock was still inside her and she couldn't bear the thought of him pulling out of her, not right now, not when she was so damn close. 

"Daddy..." She pleaded. "Please. I need your cock." 

"You'll get it, princess." He responded, patting her hair as she still straddled him. "Daddy's going to give you everything you need." 

Without warning, he pushed her off his lap and she landed right next to him, on her side. With one strong arm, he effortlessly lifted her hips off the bed until she was on her knees. He balled a fist in her hair while his other hand gave her ass a loud, painful smack, to which she shrieked in response. Before she could take a second to recover, he pushed her head into the mattress and suddenly penetrated her deeply. Anna cried out in pain and her fists clenched the sheets. 

"Hands behind your back, princess. Now." Alex said as he assertively and persistently pounded at her from behind. 

Anna managed to utter a shaky "yes, Daddy" in between screams and she placed her hands behind her back as per his orders. He admired the arousing sight of his whore, ass up in the air, wrists bound by imaginary restraints and face buried down into the mattress. Her legs were wide open, completely exposing herself to him, and her shapely legs looked even more beautiful in high heels. His assault on her tight pussy continued despite her countless efforts of begging him to stop. Every time she wasn't screaming loud enough for him, he would spank her multiple times in a row until her cheeks were red and burning. The fist already balled in her hair pulled her up until he felt her back against his chest. He brought her close enough for him to whisper into her ear, but before he could say anything, she hesitantly began to speak. 

"Please, Daddy." She begged, dark tears running down her face. "I-It really hurts." 

"Aw princess," He whispered into her ear. "That's too bad." 

Her opening stretched impossibly around him as she moaned and pleaded for him to stop hurting her. Anna had never experienced such unbearable pain before, however to her surprise, she felt an orgasm slowly and surely building up within her. His hand deliberately found its way to her pussy and she gasped loudly at the unexpected coolness of his fingers. He stroked around her clit in circles and, in response, her screams got louder. In a matter of seconds, she had gotten to a point where her physical need to cum exceeded anything she felt at that moment. It mortified her, the fact that she had to ask his permission to cum, especially since she was begging him to stop not too long ago. 

"Daddy?" She moaned, arching her back against his body. 

"Yes, slut?" He asked, still viciously hammering away at her pussy. 

"I really need to cum." She pleaded. Her whole body was starting to tremble. "Please." 

"You wanna cum for Daddy, princess?" He muttered into her ear patronizingly. "You want to be fucked even harder?" 

"Yes!" She cried out. "Please, Daddy!" 

Alex pushed her head back into the mattress and continued to torment her terribly wet pussy. He noticed his desperate whore had begun to claw at her own wrists while she suffered the unreasonable amounts of anguish he had put her through. With every cry, she was unknowingly bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Out of all the sensations he was experiencing at that moment, the feeling of stretching her out and smacking against her delicate body aroused him the most. He enjoyed knowing she had never been with anyone his size and how physically torturous it was to her. To top it all off, he knew she wouldn't want it any other way. Her deepest, most sincere desire was to give up ownership of her body to him. With every second, it only grew clearer how much the thought aroused her. 

He gave her pussy a sharp spank and Anna cried out in pain. He continued to painfully slap her hardened clit, tremendously enjoying her incoherent begging. Her body was quivering pathetically, which made him almost take pity on her and allow her to cum right then. He still continued to pound at her, however, while his hand rested possessively on her damp lips. 

"Aww," He spoke in the most superior tone as his fingers grazed her wetness. "You want to cum for Daddy, don't you baby?" 

"Please." She whimpered, her shaking voice barely audible. "I can't..." 

He felt a second orgasm building up as he secretly reveled in the fact that she was so vulnerable and frail beneath his touch. She was such a shaking, wet, sloppy mess and it was all because of what he did to her. She had even lost the ability to communicate simple words; he could barely hear the incomprehensible pleas coming out of her mouth. Listening to the way she cried and begged for him, his unbearable arousal grew within him until it reached levels he never even knew existed. He started stroking her clit once again and his fingers were met with furious grinding and obscenely loud moans. Her quest to find relief continued until it was abruptly interrupted by his much-anticipated words. 

"Cum for Daddy." He commanded. 

She needed no more than a split second before starting to comply. Ecstasy flowed through her trembling body as she dug her nails into her own wrists and cried out in an odd mixture of pleasure an pain. Almost simultaneously, Alex began to release his hot cum inside the warmth of her stretched pussy. Listening to her screams, he groaned and his fist tightened around her hair. His pleasure shot through his cock and he felt her opening contract and convulse around him, milking out load after load of his semen. 

Anna's body was drained, yet she still remained in the same position for several long seconds. It wasn't until Alex had told her to rest that she almost collapsed entirely onto the bed. She lay on her side, her weak frame still slightly quivering, and tried to catch her breath while she processed everything that had just happened between the two of them. 

He carefully observed her, sprawled all over the bed and panting, her face stained with tears, makeup, sweat and cum. The sight of her brought a smile to his face and he ran his hand across her thigh endearingly. Eventually, his hand found its way to her foot, where it gently removed one uncomfortable shoe after the other and tossed them to the floor. She looked up at him, still a little misty-eyed, and he gripped her in his arms and gave her lips a quick kiss. Her sad, pouty face was too much for him to resist. He held her for a while and dreamily ran his fingers through her hair, which still looked shiny and beautiful even though it was a complete mess by the time they were done. Her gorgeous, shapely legs rested over his thighs and she restfully began to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. 

"How do you feel?" She heard him say. 

"So many things," She sighed, obviously awfully fatigued. "Tired, euphoric, safe... just to name a few." 

"Good." He laughed. 

"Was I a good girl?" She asked softly, her eyes still closed. 

"The best." He said. She grinned proudly at his words. 

The warmth of his bare skin radiated against her body and his arms surrounded her like a cage. She took a deep breath and enjoyed his scent through her nostrils while he played with her hair and silently lulled her to sleep. He observed her while she serenely got some much needed rest and smiled to himself.



Losing Control



It was a Thursday night and my wife Charlotte and I had just left a special dinner to celebrate the ground breaking of a new manufacturing facility that the company I worked for planned to open in a suburban location on the outskirts of our city. It was a high profile situation for me personally, as a young exec in the company, and because the facility would create over 500 new jobs the dinner was something of a fancy affair with many local dignitaries present. 

Being a junior member of the deal team, I had been pleasantly surprised when I received the invitation, that included my wife, and we decided to make it a special occasion by arranging for her parents to watch our two young children for the evening. Due to the event, I had the next day off so Charlotte decided to take the day off as well so we wouldn't feel pressured.

I had worn the standard suit and tie and Charlotte had chosen a simple black cocktail dress. We are both thirty-two years old but while I definitely look my age, my wife looks more like twenty-five even after producing two adorable children. She is a slender 5'7" with a 34C bust, a narrow waist and firm, trim hips that merge into long lovely legs. In addition, she has raven hair, full juicy lips and cute dimples that light up her face when she smiles. To top it off she is a successful business woman so not only is she beautiful but also quite intelligent.

Despite the excitement around being invited, the dinner had been boring speeches and rubber chicken food. Since it was part of my job, both of us had worked to be friendly and gracious, drinking our share of liquor along the way to get by. Of course, my wife got a lots of attention and always seemed to have two or three men around her. We stayed until most of the guests had left, making a graceful exit around ten, and headed anxiously towards home where I hoped to enjoy a night of uninterrupted pleasure.

Unfortunately, in typical fashion, my wife announced five minutes after departing that she needed to go to the bathroom. 

"Why didn't you go before we left?" I asked with some annoyance. You see it wasn't uncommon for her to do something like this and it always drove me crazy.

I got one of her typical "you just don't get it" looks so I went silent and started looking for somewhere to stop. The trouble was that we were now in an industrial area and there was no guarantee that we would find a place "acceptable" if I pulled off the freeway.

"How long can you hold it?" I asked glancing at her.

"Not very long." She replied and the grimace on her face indicated that it was indeed a critical situation.

I took the next exit hoping to find an open gas station close-by but when we got to the end of the ramp there was no place within eyesight. Picking right, we drove for several blocks until we hit a primary intersection but still there was nothing.

"This must be the only place in the city with no gas station." I said in exasperation. I was left to contemplate whether to return to the freeway and try to get closer to downtown but decided to try just a little further.

Rounding a slow bend, a low, darkly painted building came into view on our right that was partly illuminated with neon lights. I say partly because it looked like half were broken so that it gave the place an odd, uneven look. There was a smattering of cars out front and as we got closer we could see that it was a bar. Since, we weren't in a position to be choosey, I whipped into the lot and parked in an open spot on the side of the building. Further back, was an additional dirt lot and several large trucks were parked with their lights off. I half expected to hear her complain at my selection so when she opened the door without comment I felt that she was indeed pretty desperate.

At the door, I quickly cringed. There was a sign that informed us that it was amateur night and that there was a five dollar cover. I realized that we had found a low end strip club and knew that I was going to pay for it later, even if none of it was my fault.

"Uh, my wife just needs to go to the bathroom." I said to a scruffy fiftyish man at the door. 

"Five dollars." He replied showing no interest in our predicament.

Charlotte gave me a look letting me know that it was not the time to argue so I pulled out a ten and gave it to him and we walked into the dark interior.

"Hey. Ladies free." He yelled after us and I turned and took the bill he offered.

"Where are the bathrooms?" I asked with a tone of urgency.

"To the right." He answered with the same air of disinterest.

By the time I caught up with Charlotte, she had already spotted the restroom sign and was headed towards them with purpose. Standing near the entrance, now alone, I surveyed the place and saw that it was indeed a strip club. Just to the right were the restrooms and to the left was a small seating area with cheap tables and chairs. The bar started halfway down and was L-shaped with the far end disappearing around a bend into an area that was beyond my sight. In the left corner, across from the bar was the stage which was a simple platform about twelve foot square with cheap lights flashing around the perimeter on top and bottom.

On the stage, was a blonde with large fake breasts and a noticeable tummy dancing with an attitude of indifference. She was wearing a white g-string that appeared to have rhinestones along the side and nothing else. Two middle age men, sitting in the first row, were watching her and between me and the stage were two men at separate tables and three men on stools at the bar. One of the men at the bar was watching the stage but the others were talking to the large bartender who looked perfect for the part with his long hair and beard. From their appearance, I guessed all the patrons worked at the industrial businesses in the area.

Charlotte is by no means a fuddy-duddy but I knew she would tease me mercilessly on the fact that I took her here. Not because she was upset, but because she could use it to try and gain some moral high ground in our ongoing, good natured give and take. For that reason, and perhaps because of the liquor I had already consumed, I decided to find a table and play with it. I picked one along the wall between the two single patrons and as soon as I sat down, a thin, older woman came from the wait station at the bar. She was dressed in a Harley t-shirt and jeans with a look indicating she had smoked cigarettes her entire life. I quickly ordered a beer and a vodka tonic wanting the drinks to be on the table when my wife arrived.

I had been to many of these type of places in my past both as a single man and with guys from work after getting married. They had generally been much more upscale but all clubs seemed to follow the same general set of protocols. As far as I knew, Charlotte had never set foot in such a place but would certainly have an opinion when we left.

Charlotte soon appeared and, with a quick glance around the room, spotted me and moved to join me. On her approach to the table, every eye in the place was on her and all movement seemed to cease like a scene from a movie. When she sat, the crowd generally returned to what they had been doing but I still saw the occasional furtive glance in our direction. 

At first, my wife refused to acknowledge the surroundings we had found ourselves in but, after we sipped our drinks in silence for several minutes, as if on cue, we both started giggling. That broke the tension and we started openly laughing about the bizarre sequence of events that had landed us in the club. By then, the rest of the bar seemed to have forgotten about us and we made jokes about the various characters and made up stories about them and what we thought was their lot in life. The noise from the music required us to lean close to each other to speak which made it seem all the more intimate. We had just ordered another round of drinks when the announcement came that the amateur strip contest was starting.

An emcee came over a loudspeaker system and informed us that the prize was $50 dollars to the winner and there were only two women in the contest. Laughing, we decided to stay and watch much like one is drawn to a train wreck - for some reason you just can't look away. 

The first amateur dancer was middle age, homely and uninspired. She had small breasts and overall her body just appeared to have too many hard miles on it. In addition, she looked wasted and staggered through the the typical two song set finally ending wearing just her red g-string with no one paying any real attention. 

"You should enter the contest." I said to my wife with a silly smile emboldened by the alcohol.

"I knew you were going to say that eventually. Men are so predictable." She replied shaking her head and smiling. She was on her third drink now and I could see she had taken my comment with amusement.

"I'm serious." I answered as I put my hand on her thigh then pushed my fingertips under the hem.

"No you're not." She said and started to laugh while putting her hand over mine.

The second girl climbed on the stage and might have been even worse. She was younger, maybe in her mid-twenties, but so overweight that her tits sagged loosely and her large belly rolled over her g-string. It was truly a sad sight and we had to stifle our laughter as we watched. She was down to her g-string by the time the first song ended so I wondered what she would do for the second.

"Come on. You'll win and it will pay for our drinks." I said trying hard not to laugh. Charlotte views me as overly practical and analytical. In her view, I am not spontaneous enough, especially where money is involved. I knew I would get a reaction when I said it but it was too good an opportunity to pick at her to pass up.

She shot a look at me and opened her mouth to speak then realized I was intentionally trying to provoke a reaction. She paused and a slow smile came to her face before she spoke. "That's a good idea."

Since it wasn't the response I was expecting, I was now at a loss for words and when Charlotte saw the reaction on my face she started giggling, very pleased with herself for turning the tables.

The heavy girl was beginning her second song and we stopped talking to watch her for a few minutes. Unfortunately, her second effort was no more inspired than her first and the ending couldn't arrive quick enough.

"Who are you voting for?" I asked as the song was ending.

"Can I dance and vote?" She responded sarcastically then grinned once again feeling like she won the war of wits.

The music finally stopped and the emcee called for a hand for the girl which only a few responded to. He then announced it was time for the vote which would be done by applause. Just as he was starting, an impulse hit me and I jumped to my feet and tried to stop him.

"There's another contestant." I yelled towards the bar since I wasn't sure where the emcee was actually located.

Regardless, It was enough to get the bartender's attention who whistled and raised his hand stopping the emcee in mid-sentence. Some of the others heard it too and a low buzz started in the room. Now, I'm not the type of person that likes to be the center of attention so I felt incredibly awkward when I realized everyone was now looking at me.

The impact of what I had done swept through me and I slowly lowered my eyes to see my wife staring at me with a look I had never seen before. If I had to describe her stare I would call it equal parts surprise, confusion and challenge. 

"Lady you in?" The bartender called out having moved as close as he could from behind the bar.

"Just once and I'm not taking my clothes off." Charlotte said looking me straight in the eye.

"Okay." Was all I could think of to say.

"Lady, you going?" The bartender called out again.

"Wayne what the fuck is going on?" The fat girl yelled at the bartender.

"Shut the hell up Connie." He replied no doubt realizing that what might happen would be something different for the club.

Charlotte slowly stood up, looked towards the bartender and nodded her head. He immediately smiled and a quick cheer went up amongst the patrons we could see.

"Come here and pick your music." He called over the low din and she took the few steps to where he was standing.

They talked for a minute or so then she came back looking very strange.

Before she could speak, the emcee came on and declared. "Now on stage, the beautiful Charlotte!"

I wanted to tell her that dancers didn't use their real names but I was wise enough to remain silent.

"Enjoy." Was all she said and walked towards the stage.

She tentatively approached the platform and several times along the way I thought she might stop. As soon as she stepped onto the stage, the music changed. Unlike the other girls who had danced to Rock & Roll songs she had selected something slower and jazzy. 

My wife is a very good dancer, with natural rhythm and she was instantly able to get her body into a smooth tempo to the slow, sensual beat of the music. She had barely started when I saw several men moving from the section around the bar, hidden from my view, to the tables right up front. One was a single man, that looked much like the others in the bar. In addition, there was a group of three large, burly men. Two were dressed in t-shirts and were sporting tattoos on their arms. The third had long sleeves that hid any similar art. He had a long, full beard which made him look like one of the ZZ Top musicians.

Charlotte danced to the music slowly and sexily, occasionally lifting her dress slightly to expose more of her smooth thighs. Her long legs with her two inch heels were a very mesmerizing sight. In addition, she would occasionally bend forward which showed off the top of her breasts. Whether this was intentional or not wasn't clear but it was evident the men were getting excited but also quite frustrated. They wanted to see more skin and her actions were coming across as a tease.

When the song ended, there were groans of frustrations from the crowd that turned into a chant of MORE MORE MORE. She had one foot off the stage when she looked towards me and saw that I was waving at her to stay there. Like the crowd, I now wanted to see more too and hoped that she could be enticed to keep going. The announcer quickly started a new song and after looking at me for several seconds she stepped back onto the stage. 

She started like before moving easily in rhythm to the music and showing a little of her legs and breasts. Now though, each time she raised the hem of the dress it went a little further up her legs. Halfway through the song, I found myself hoping that she would raise it just a fraction more and show us her thong. By now, I was certain she was aware of what she was doing and was teasing all of us on purpose. 

The crowd became restless as she continued dancing with no progress being made on removing her clothes. As the song came to an end, there were more loud groans of disappointment and several annoyed catcalls. However, while like the rest of the crowd, it was torture to not see more, I still enjoyed every second. My cock was hard as nails and I had to use my hand to free it from the awkward angle it had taken in my boxers.

This time, as soon as the song ended, Charlotte bolted from the stage avoiding eye contact with all the hungry men around her. When she got to the table I could see she was flushed and I wondered how much was from the dancing and how much was from the excitement of being on stage. I rose to meet her with a kiss, helped her sit and handed her a fresh drink.

"That was amazing." I said with complete sincerity which brought an impish smile to her face.

"Time to vote." A clearly disappointed announcer said.

The fat girl won 1st place with Charlotte taking second and the older woman third. 

"She was horrible." Charlotte stated with a noticeable tone of surprise.

"Maybe but she did what it took." I replied.

Charlotte had almost finished her drink when the waitress came over and told us that some men wanted to know if she did table dances. Fighting back a grin, I told her no but as soon as she left my wife wanted to know about table dances. Scanning the room, I saw one of the club girls was dancing for a customer, now that the amateur show was over, and I pointed her out to my wife. She watched the girl dance for the man and occasionally asked me questions which I tried not to answer lest I incriminate myself. 

I desperately needed to go to the bathroom so I excused myself as soon as the waitress brought a final round and maneuvered around the tables to the men's room. When I got inside, there were two men in line in front of me at the one working urinal. One of the men was older and he must have had some kind of prostate condition as it took him well over five minutes to relieve himself. The result was that it took me a good ten minutes to finish and get back to my wife.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I was startled to see that one of the large men, that had moved close to the stage, was sitting at the table with Charlotte. I forced myself to remain calm and walked slowly but deliberately back to the table trying to sense the tone. When I arrived, I could see Charlotte was bemused more than concerned.

"What's going on?" I asked trying not to sound defensive.

"Just checking again on that table dance." The man immediately replied with a soft drawl. I guessed he was 6'2" tall and weighed around 230 pounds. Up close though, he looked more thick than fat. He appeared to be in his early forties and had close cropped dark hair and a two day old stubble. He was wearing boots, dirty jeans, a grey t-shirt and appearing from beneath the sleeve we could see part of a faded, old tattoo. 

Now that I could tell that Charlotte wasn't scared, I decided to talk to the guy some. 

"What's the going rate for table dances?" I asked making him smile.

"$20 flat." The man shot back.

"How many were you planning to get?" I asked to which he just fished into his pants pocket and pulled out a crumpled $100 bill.

"That's a lot of dances." I said to him smiling.

"Oh I think it would be worth it." He answered and I saw Charlotte blush deeply.

"I already told Frank I'm not a dancer." She explained. Her use of his first name made me raise my eyebrow.

"No, she's not. And we're about to go too." I explained.

"Well nothing ventured you know." He said and stood. After nodding to each other and a final look at Charlotte he walked away.

There was silence as he left that carried on until it became awkward before she finally spoke. "There for a minute I felt like I was on sale."

"Well since you lost the strip contest I thought it might be a second chance to make some money." I replied both fighting to keep from laughing and preparing for her reaction at the same time. 

"Very funny, smartass." She instantly replied.

We were out the door minutes later and as soon as we turned the corner of the building I pushed Charlotte against the SUV and kissed her hard. A groan came from her while my hand found her butt and pulled her against me. Reciprocating, she wrapped her arms around me, locked her left leg around mine and ground her pelvis into mine. We broke for a second to catch our breath then started again and I knew that she was as worked up as me.

"Get in the back." I said hitting the button to open the door. I was so excited from the events in the bar and feeling her body that I wanted more and I wanted it immediately.

Charlotte jumped into the back without hesitation and I quickly followed grabbing her and resuming our embrace. This time, my hand began pulling her dress up and without prodding she raised her butt to help. My lust was so intense that my hand immediately sought out her thong and pushed it aside to finger her sweet, shaved pussy. I expected to find her wet but was surprised and excited to realize she was absolutely soaked. I knew this wasn't just from the kissing and fondling we had been doing and, like me, she must have become aroused from the events in the club.




Losing Control



"Hurry." She whimpered seconds later and her hands furtively began working on my belt.

She forced my pants down to my knees, with my boxers, then took me in her hand, straddled my waist and worked me into her opening while holding her thong to one side.

"Ohhh..." We gasped in unison as my dick slipped into her opening.

She started riding me fast making all kinds of wonderful moans and whimpers and I pulled the straps off her dress off her shoulders working the top down along with her strapless bra until everything was bunched at her waist. Finding her nipples, I began rolling and then pinching them causing her to push into me harder.

"This is so wild." She announced through her labored breath.

"You're incredible." I answered while gasping for breath.

Just then headlights swept across the parking lot and a pickup truck went past, parking several spaces away.

"Damn." She cried out in frustration, starting to pull off me.

"Just be still for a moment." I whispered and pulled her head down against my shoulder.

I watched an older man get out and proceed down the walkway next to the building with his feet making a shuffling sound. He was smoking a cigarette and when he reached the corner of the building, just to the left of our car, he stopped. Charlotte could hear the sound of his feet stop and I felt her body shaking against me.

"Is he watching?' She whispered.

At first I thought he must have noticed us but after a bit I realized he was just finishing the smoke and if we stayed still we would be fine.

"Be still baby. He's just finishing his cigarette." I said.

"I can't believe we are doing this." She answered with a soft giggle in her voice.

After several minutes of holding Charlotte tight against me, the man shuffled towards the door. 

"He's gone." I told her and immediately she began moving again.

"Finally." She answered.

"God you're horny." I said huskily into her ear.

"Very." She replied.

We got into rhythm again and this time there were no interruptions as we mated until finally, Charlotte's body got tight, her moans became more pronounced and she released with a strong finish that had her thrashing on top of me. I was only a bit behind her but she had cum so fully that when she was through I had to use my hands to move her on me until I filled her.

As soon as we were through, reality descended and we scrambled into our clothes and left. All the way home, we laughed about it with her frequently leaning over the console to kiss me or squeeze my thigh. 

The parking lot adventure proved to be just the start of the night. We attacked each other as soon as were in the house and then later I woke to find her playing with my dick which brought yet another round of sex. I knew that the dancing must have excited her and several times I wanted to bring it up, to probe for her thoughts, but I decided to stay silent and just enjoy the outcome.

Kids and work have a way of consuming your life leaving little time for anything else. Although the evening had proved to be a great adventure, days then weeks went by and slowly it retreated into the world of fond memories. Our sex life did pick up for a while, but even that was eventually overcome by the constant demands of Charlotte being a working mommy.

Fast forward six months. Charlotte's best friend from high school was getting married for the second time and we arranged to have dinner with her and the fiancé on a Friday night to get introduced. Her parents had been begging to take the kids, as it had been a long time since they had slept over, so we obliged them and had the night free. 

We met at the restaurant at seven and the new man turned out to be a pretty good guy so we ended up imbibing heavily throughout the meal. Things started to slow down just after ten and we said our goodbyes and headed out. As we drove down the freeway, a strange thought raced through my head no doubt helped by the alcohol.

"Want to go do some dancing?" I asked holding back a grin.

"We haven't been dancing in ages. Where would we go?" Charlotte replied eagerly.

"I was thinking that strip club." I said hoping I wouldn't get hit.

She gave me one of her looks that was impossible to read then answered sarcastically. "No, I'm not dressed for it."

Charlotte had been delayed at work so had to race home and didn't have time to change. She was dressed in a black knee length pencil skirt and a white long sleeve blouse. Complimenting the outfit were low heels and her grandmothers long strand of pearls. She looked amazing although I had to admit it wasn't something you would normally see in a strip club.

"All you need is your thong." I replied after a brief hesitation.

"Baby, is there something I need to know? Are you short on cash?" She asked trying to be more clever than me.

"We could do it in the parking lot again." I said ignoring her jab and trying to invoke a good memory.

"Are you serious?" Charlotte pointedly asked after looking at me silently for several seconds.

"Maybe. Yes. I mean we could go for a drink. We had fun last time." I replied suddenly feeling foolish.

"Go if you want." She answered looking straight ahead after an uncomfortable silence.

That kind of response wasn't exactly empowering and as I drove I thought about what I truly was expecting. Maybe a little more playfulness, some more adventure I thought. Although, I knew that last time was serendipitous which is much different than a premeditated action. The split in the freeway approached at 65 mph - left would take us home and the comfort of Charlotte in my arms while right would lead towards the club.

I had to think hard to remember the exit we had taken before. It had been a long time and this was not a part of town I frequented so it was with a bit of faith I slowed and took the ramp. It took another ten minutes to find the club and in the process I made two wrong turns. Charlotte had been completely quiet since I took the right split and I feared she was seething next to me, but I was too nervous to look.

"We're here." I announced when we pulled into a parking space on the same row we had previously used. Turning, I saw she had a strange look on her face that didn't give any indication about what she was thinking or feeling.

As we walked towards the door, I was pleased she let me take her hand and after paying the five dollar cover we sat at the same table we had been at before. The crowd was about the same as last time and I recognized one of the dancers too. In addition, the same waitress came up and took our drink orders although, if she recognized us, she didn't say anything.

"Now what? You just going to jump up and announce I'm dancing again?" She asked in a mocking way.

In reality I had no plan and no idea what to do. It wasn't amateur night and I had no idea how a girl got to work for the club. I thought about asking the bartender but now it all seemed pretty silly.

"Okay you're right. It was a stupid idea." I said admitting defeat.

"I came to dance baby. Figure it out." She answered. I knew her words and attitude were intended to make me squirm. However, it actually provided me with motivation and after a bit of thought I got up and went to the bar. Fortunately, the bar tender recognized both of us and after a brief whispered conversation I returned to our table having successfully worked out a plan.

"Is everything arranged?" My wife asked. Charlotte could be very cocky when she thought she was in control and now she was acting more so than I ever remembered. However, when the DJ's words came over the speakers I almost started laughing when I saw the surprised reaction on her face.

"Charlotte, you're up next. Charlotte." The words filled the room while I fought back a smile.

Our eyes locked and despite her penetrating stare I didn't back down. It seemed like a long time but was in reality only twenty seconds or so before she rose from her chair and, breaking our gaze, began to walk towards the bar. The previous time she had spoken with the bartender about the music but this time he directed her to the back where the unseen DJ was no doubt set up. She disappeared from my view but at the same time, much like before, a buzz began to build in the small club. A couple minutes later she reappeared moving purposefully towards the stage and with an easy step lifted herself onto the lighted platform.

Her selected R&B music began and she immediately started swaying to the heavy bass beat. The next couple minutes were almost a perfect reminder of our last visit as I became very focused and anxious while I watched the patrons move and take up positions directly in front of the stage. In fact, when everyone was settled, from what I could see, I was the furthest person sitting from the stage.

Charlotte looked incredible as she danced but it was quickly apparent that her tight skirt restricted her movements. I expected, like before, that she would tease the crowd with her seductive dancing without removing any clothing so I began contemplating the fun we were going to have as soon as we left. It quickly brought a smile to my face and I was still grinning when the first song merged into the next.

The second song had just barely started when I saw one of the club dancers, scantily dressed, walking towards me. She had to navigate her way between the tables but was soon next to me and with a naughty smile she leaned down.

"How about some company?" She asked while giving me a great view of her natural breasts.

"No thanks. I'm waiting on my wife." I answered gesturing towards Charlotte in case she wasn't aware of the connection. 

"I know baby but she's busy." The young dancer replied smiling at me in a slutty way.

Glancing at my wife, I could see her eyes locked on to me and the girl. Her look appeared to be part annoyance and challenge although I couldn't maintain it for long as the dancer was still talking and demanding my attention.

"Buy me a drink baby?" The girl asked pulling a chair up and sitting next to me.

"No, not right now." I replied trying to shoo her away.

Regardless of my intent, the brief interaction that had taken no more than thirty seconds had somehow registered with my wife as an interest in the girl. By the time I turned my attention back to Charlotte, I was shocked to see that she had unbuttoned the sleeves of her blouse and was working on the front.

Slowly, and in keeping with the heavy beat, she released each button until her shirt hung open, exposing her lacy, white bra. It was only the fact that the shirt was tucked into the waist band of the skirt that kept her from being even more exposed. Her actions excited the small crowd gathered around the stage and there was now a din of whistles and indecipherable words of encouragement coming forth.

I was now faced with a dilemma. Tell the dancer sitting next to me to leave and maybe see Charlotte's aggressive actions stop or let her stay and see what my wife might do. Of course, the longer the girl remained next to me the more intense the retribution from my wife would be. However, since I knew already that I wasn't going to get out of it unscathed I decided to let things progress.

The second song ended with no more exposure. She seemed content to dance seductively to her small, enthralled audience receiving their verbal support while avoiding looking in my direction. Just as it looked like she was moving to step off the stage, her supporters voices groaned in unison and she stopped. Their voices grew louder which energized her to continue. 

The bass in the next song was even heavier and shook the building. Just as Charlotte was starting, a waitress brought the girl next to me a drink and I saw my wife had noticed. Enough, I thought to myself, and turned to the girl to tell her to leave but, as the words were coming from my mouth, I heard a small roar and turned to see Charlotte pulling her shirt off her shoulders. She removed it until it was hanging around her waist and then with a tug pulled it free from her waist and tossed it onto the floor on the side of the stage. Clapping erupted from the men as they now anticipated that they might actually see some skin although she was still in her bra and long skirt.

"Would you mind leaving?" I asked the young dancer.

"Just when it's getting fun?" She replied no doubt understanding her role in the unfolding scene. My response was a silent nod and with a shrug she rose and walked away.

Now alone, I turned my attention back to my wife just in time to see her pull her bra straps off her shoulders. Either she hadn't seen the dancer leaving or she wanted to rub my nose into it and make a point. However, I was soon truly stunned when she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra leaving it loose and dangling on her shoulders but still covering her breasts.

"Off, off, off..." Came a repeating chant from the excited men. I think they instinctively knew that this was more than just seeing a pair of tits. 

In one quick movement it came off and was flung next to her shirt which brought a crescendo of cheers from the men many who were now glancing at me to gauge my reaction. I remained outwardly stoic although my emotions were racing with my desire to see where this might go outweighing my rational mind.

Charlotte's breasts are very nice C-cups with tiny nipples, but after breastfeeding two kids, they are nothing like what they had once been. Still, the men, as if gazing at forbidden fruit, were ecstatic to see them. The room had become extremely raucous to the point that I wondered if it had gone too far but when I looked at the bartender and saw his grin I knew he had no intent to try and calm things down.

A woman must have an instinctive knowledge of how to present herself because Charlotte began moving and arching her back in a way that put her breasts and small nipples on erotic display. The strand of pearls, just reaching the top of her breasts, provided a lustrous counter to her creamy, smooth skin.

It had been several minutes since she looked towards me but finally she did with a defiant look that I guessed was intended to signal that I needed to purposefully put an end to the show or she would continue. I knew this meant going to her and collecting her from the stage, which would demonstrate to her and the others that it was my limits that were reached. For a moment, I contemplated doing so, thinking it was right and her victory was deserved. But, something stopped me and as the song began to come to an end I stood and then with my left hand signaled to her that she should unzip her skirt.

The DJ, working to keep things going, cut into the song and began another before it had finished. And, like the others, it had a solid beat that made it easy to catch the rhythm. Charlotte gave me a confused look when I mimicked unzipping her skirt and started to move towards her clothes but I waved my hand and showed her again. This time she understood the meaning and her look went from confused to shock to anger in a second. However, with just a brief hesitation, she started moving again much to the delight of her supporters.

It took another minute but I saw her hand reach to the zipper and while looking at me she pushed it down but held her skirt in place with her other hand. The men, realizing what she was doing, started a cacophony of yells and then ever so slowly it began to go down over her hips then dropped around her feet giving us an incredible look at the small red thong which barely concealed her slit. I knew that garment well and knew that it was partially see-thru. The men closest to the stage were likely getting a good look at her smooth pussy and, if she was aroused like the previous visit, it would also be wet and shimmering in the stage lights. Would they be able to see through the fabric and know how turned on she was?

I was instantly assaulted by a renewed mixture of emotions - shock, fear, pride, confusion, and arousal all fired into my brain like spark plugs powering a car. I became so focused on the stage that I actually got tunnel vision and it was only when the music ended and Charlotte was picking up her clothes that I realized she had finished the dance. The men certainly wanted more and several tried to approach her with bills to stuff into her thong but she avoided them and briskly walked towards our table covering her front with her clothes, while the room filled with applause.

"Wow!" I said to her with a big smile when she arrived. Although there were many thoughts running through my head, I was smart enough to know that right now I needed to be supportive.

"Yes, wow." She replied with a nervous smile.

"You were incredible. I bet they have never seen a woman as beautiful as you before." I said to her which made her roll her eyes but I could tell she liked the compliment.

"I'm going to the bathroom to put my clothes on." She announced and left.

As Charlotte disappeared, our waitress approached the table with a thin smile and said. "Your wife really woke the place up. Les wants to know if she'll dance again later."

"No, I don't think so. But you can bring us another round." I replied and with a nod she left.

The drinks had been delivered when Charlotte returned a few minutes later, once again looking like a stylish mom. I took her hand and kissed her cheek and we laughed about what happened while we quickly downed the liquor. Constantly, the men in the club would stare in our direction with many openly turning in their chairs to get a look at my wife. Charlotte noticed it too and while she expressed some nervousness I think in a way she also liked it. 

I had expected that, like before, Charlotte would be approached for a table dance so I was surprised that we were left alone. As soon as the drinks were finished, we bolted from the club. For a brief moment, I thought about taking her in the SUV again but decided I would rather get her home as quickly as possible. All the way back, we talked about her performance with me giving a litany of compliments and both of us breaking out in giggles several times as we thought about the adventure.

As soon as we were in the house, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom where it took no coaxing from me to get her to strip. In less than a minute, we were under the comforter entwined like snakes in a passionate embrace. Neither of us needed foreplay and with mutual sighs I entered her which started a long lovemaking session that left us both spent but satisfied.

"Don't you dare tell anyone." Charlotte said softly as we cuddled and kissed in the afterglow.

"Of course not sweetie. I don't want to ruin my deal." I whispered back pleased with my clever selection of words.

"Very funny." She answered but in doing so I noticed she hadn't said no.

Like before, that night emblazoned our love making for months as we returned to our conservative world. Oftentimes, I would see her with the children and my mind would jump to a vision of her mostly nude on stage. It was like a split screen TV in my brain and the contrast of her as a woman never failed to excite me.

The biggest problem with the whole thing was what to do next. How do you repeat a night of sinful excitement like that? It was certainly something that stayed in my head but with work, kids and the daily demands of life there never seemed to be any free time. Plus, the previous adventures had been unplanned, crazy moments where alcohol had been a factor. Planning something, even if Charlotte were to agree which I knew was highly doubtful, might feel too contrived and forced.

It was eight months before another opportunity presented itself. We were meeting another couple early for dinner and then going to a concert. The venue for the concert was the NBA arena which is located in the industrial part of town not too far from the strip club. It didn't take much prodding to convince Charlotte to let the grandparents take the kids so I was hopeful, that if the evening went well, I might be able to convince her to swing by.




Losing Control



Since our last visit, there had been a few times where I could have pushed a visit but I passed on these as the timing didn't seem right and I didn't want to link our time alone with the fetish that had developed in me to see my wife naked in front of other men. Now though, several things were lining up. First, going to a concert would hopefully be energizing and set a good mood. Second, the summer time change had just occurred so the days were long and the evenings warm. That time of year always seemed to make people feel a little better. And finally, Charlotte had several months ago become more deliberate in her workout routine and her body showed it. I thought before she was close to perfect but with the new emphasis she lost four more pounds and toned up too. She looked spectacular and was feeling very good about herself. 

We drank all through dinner and I made sure she kept it up during the concert, volunteering to be the one from our group to run to the bar. It was a good concert and Charlotte was in high spirits so when we were finally out of the parking lot, just after eleven, I decided to give it a go.

"You want to go dancing?" I asked using the same tease as before. My wife instantly understood the meaning of my words and looked at me with feigned annoyance.

"I was wondering when you would try again. I'm actually proud of you for making it this long." She replied trying to sound condescending but I could tell she wasn't really irritated. The fact that she hadn't flatly said no encouraged me to continue.

"Just a thought. We aren't that far away." I offered while fighting back a smile.

Without waiting for her reply, I crossed a major thoroughfare and continued in the direction of the club. With my peripheral vision, I saw her eye brow arch but she said nothing and we continued in silence. Three blocks away the lights of the club came into view and less than a minute later we were turning into the parking lot. There were more cars than before but we were still able to find a parking spot in the back.

"What exactly are your expectations?" My wife asked. After her long silence, the sound of her voice startled me.

"Uhhh...let's just get a drink." I stammered a reply.

"Just a drink." She repeated as a statement that I knew was meant as a confirmation.

With that, we both got out and I put my hand on her back as we walked around the building to the door. Charlotte was wearing a denim skirt that came to mid-thigh and a long sleeve shirt that was tucked in with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. On her feet she had on simple, everyday white sandals. While there was nothing particularly sexy about the outfit, her natural beauty and slender, toned body I knew would attract attention. Plus, I suspected that by now she might have something of a reputation amongst the regulars.

We found a table in the same area we had sat before and after ordering drinks settled in to survey the crowd. There were definitely more people than the other times we had been there but it still wasn't completely filled. A dancer was on the small platform swaying to a loud Rock & Roll song and surprisingly, she actually looked fairly decent. I saw one other girl sitting with a man but, other than that, each table had one or two guys who appeared casually engaged in the show.

At that moment a figure came around the bar that looked vaguely familiar. As he drew closer, I realized it was the same large man that had wanted Charlotte to do table dances for him over a year ago. The only difference in his appearance was an un-tucked work shirt in place of the t-shirt. He openly stared at Charlotte as he went towards the bathroom and looking at her I saw that she recognized him too.

"You're admirer." I teased when he disappeared into the bathroom.

"Yes, Frank." She responded with a smile. The fact she remembered his name surprised me.

"Well that sounds chummy." I replied in a teasing voice.

"He seemed nice enough." She answered teasing me back.

It wasn't long before "Frank" exited the bathroom and started walking past us on his way back to his seat. He was staring again, this time with a big grin, as he passed. He disappeared around the bar but shortly thereafter reappeared and came directly to our table.

"Been a while." He said mostly to my wife. I caught a smell from him that I guessed was a mixture of cheap cologne and sweat.

"Yes, it has." I said trying to take control.

"It's not amateur night tonight." He said looking at me briefly then returning to my wife.

"Oh, too bad. I was looking forward to dancing." Charlotte said. I knew she was doing this to play with me and I gave her a fake annoyed look.

"There was a rumor going around a while back that you put on a hell of a show." Frank stated. Surprised, I saw my wife blush and go quiet.

"Yes, it was a fun night." I answered for her, unable to hold back a smirk.

"Well I still would like a table dance sometime." He replied and it looked like he was about to leave. 

"Maybe we can get her to dance later." I said throwing out a challenge and phrasing my words in a way that brought Frank into the conversation. Charlotte's teasing and playful look was replaced with real annoyance. I knew she felt I had violated the agreement we had made in the car.

"I think I'm more interested in the table dancing." She said now throwing down the gauntlet. For several seconds there was silence as all of us, including Charlotte, were stunned by her words. I knew she expecting me to say no and, although I knew it was the right thing to do, I didn't speak.

"Whatever you want lady." Frank finally replied.

"Where do I do the dance?" She said looking immediately from me to Frank.

"On the other side." He answered and gestured past the bar to a part of the club I hadn't visited.

"That's all there is to it?" She asked and I knew her words were meant as a verbal line in the sand. She was giving me a final chance but I remained silent.

"Follow me and bring your drink." He said and held out his hand.

She took it without even looking at me and then with the other picked up her drink from the table. Frank stepped back to let her by and directed her through the tables.

"Charlotte." I called out after she was halfway to the bar realizing she had called my bluff but both of them kept going without looking back.

He towered over her by what looked like a foot and she looked completely out of place with her beauty and fashionable clothes. Heads started turning as they walked and even when they disappeared from my view around the bar I could see people looking in their direction.

"Shit." I thought, trying to stay calm and cursing myself for letting it go too far. 

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and moved to the end of the bar where I could see Charlotte at a table maybe thirty feet away sitting with Frank and another man. 

"Miller Lite." I said to the bartender as I sat on a stool. 

"No trouble, okay?" He said when he returned with the beer and I gave him a nod.

From my vantage point, I could see that all the patrons within view of my wife were watching with interest what was transpiring at the table. In some ways it was embarrassing, but Charlotte had done this on her own and I didn't want to play the jealous husband and make a scene. I suspected that before long she would come to her senses, feel she had made her point and come looking for me. The three of them just appeared to be chatting so I thought maybe she was explaining how she was teaching her husband a lesson.

I was just finishing my second beer when I saw them stand and walk towards the back of the building then disappear through an opening that was covered in a black curtain. Set against the dark wall I hadn't even noticed it before but the thought of my wife being paid to dance for this stranger out of my view made me very nervous.

"Excuse me. What's that room?" I asked the bartender pointing towards where they had vanished.

"VIP Room." He replied loudly enough for several others at the bar to hear.

"How do you become a VIP?" I asked.

"$300 yearly membership or buy a bottle of Champaign for one night for $125." He explained. Then he quickly followed as if reading my mind. "And you need a girl too."

I knew I could pay for the Champaign with a credit card but I only had about $30 in my billfold and knew that wasn't going to last long so I left the bar and quickly went to the ATM, that was close to the front door, and pulled out $200. It had old fashioned dial-up technology and seemed to take forever but finally I had the cash and returned to the bar and bought the bottle. Now all I needed was a dancer and on the other side of the bar, sitting against the wall, was a skinny, dirty blonde with big fake breasts. With barely a hello, I directed her back with me to the VIP room.

Several songs had been played by the time I opened the curtain and I wasn't sure what to expect but was pleased to find my wife fully clothed dancing in front of Frank with her back to me. The room was simple with a row of three mini-booths on each side that had separation walls of about four feet on either side, a low bench against the back and a small round table. Along the far back wall hung two heavy, dark curtains which helped make the room feel like a cave. There was no real privacy between the booths except for the fact that it was very dimly lit. Frank and Charlotte were in the last booth on the left so I chose the middle one on the right.

Frank spotted me and his look caused Charlotte to look as well. When she turned I realized that the top two buttons on her blouse were undone and I could see part of her bra. She glanced for just a second before turning back but made no effort to close her top. Frank's stare lasted a bit longer and I could see the annoyance on his face. No doubt he had assumed he would have the room to himself and perhaps have some fun. There was several feet of separation between them which gave me further comfort that nothing had happened.

As soon as we sat, the blonde was pouring Champaign and let me know her name was Crystal. She was dressed in a thin red lace teddy, through which it was easy to see her breasts, and a matching lace thong.

The song soon ended and I expected Charlotte to move to the bench but instead she sat on his knee and one of his hands began stroking her lower back. Crystal must have been aware of the dynamics because she made no mention of this classy woman fully dressed across from us. 

A waitress came in and took an order from Frank and returned quickly with two shots of tequila and the fixings. My wife needed some prodding but finally swallowed the liquor grimacing as it went down. I could see them talking, but with the music it was impossible to make out what was being said. 

My goal was to keep Crystal engaged with the minimal amount of interaction and, when she started getting antsy, I handed her a $20 which settled her down. There was no further dancing from Charlotte and I thought my prescience had likely put a damper on Frank's intentions. 

It wasn't long before Crystal was eager to dance again and unfortunately she started while I was watching my wife.

"I love this song." She announced and when I looked towards her the teddy was already coming off.

"Wait." I whispered hoarsely trying to stop her but it was too late.

She got close quickly and I found her large fake breasts pushed into my face. Now normally, this wouldn't bother me but I knew Charlotte wouldn't be happy at all. When Crystal turned and began grinding her ass into my crotch I could look over her shoulder and see that my wife was giving me a disgusted look and Frank was grinning widely. When Crystal finally finished she started to sit on my lap with her top off and I had to tell her to sit on the bench and get dressed; something I'm sure she had never heard before.

Charlotte had turned so that her back was to me which made it impossible to see her expression and gauge her feelings. More songs went by without her dancing but just when I thought it might be over for the evening she stood and moved between Frank's open legs. Noticeably closer than before, she began swaying to the beat and within seconds Frank put his hands on her ass, which she made no effort to remove.

I was sure it was in response to Crystal's dance but it didn't keep my dick from getting hard. Following on what she had witnessed, my wife leaned against the back of the booth with both hands bringing her covered breasts within inches of Frank's face. He quickly moved one of his hands to her back and pulled her to him until his face appeared to go between the open folds of her shirt. 

"You're wife would have more fun if she got undressed." Crystal said turning to me with a knowing smile. 

Charlotte pulled away then turned with her back to him facing me but kept her gaze directed towards the floor. Through the opening in her shirt I could swear there was a wet spot on the top of her left breast which made me think his mouth had been on her.

Frank placed his hands on her hips and tried to pull her into his lap. At first she resisted but he persisted and I watched her relent and lower her bottom. He used his hands to grind her against him and she gave me a look that started out as worry but turned into defiance. He pulled her shoulders back until her head was tilted back next to his and one of his hands went to the remaining buttons on her shirt. There were two showing and I expected her hand to grab his and stop him. The first one came undone with no reaction. Certainly, she would stop him on the next but it too was released without interruption followed by him pulling the tail from out of the skirt revealing one final clasp. To my surprise, it too was quickly undone and I watched dumbfounded as his large beefy hands pulled open the shirt so it was just barely on her shoulders fully revealing her bra covered breasts. Even in the dim light, her small nipples, which had nursed our children, could be seen through the gauzy light blue material. 

At this point, it had turned more into a more of a disrobing than a dance and I was happy to hear the song come to an end thinking she would put her shirt back on. That didn't happen. Instead, she returned to sitting on his knee with her now opened shirt and her customer put one hand on her waist inside the shirt. Despite the odd circumstances, unlike Crystal and I that remained mostly silent, in between dances they continuously talked. I wondered what he could possibly be discussing with her that would hold her interest.

"Do you want me to get nasty?' Crystal leaned close and whispered.

I immediately shook my head telling her no. At first, my mind told me it had gone far enough and it was time for us to leave and return to our normal conservative life but as I continued to watch Charlotte chatting and laughing with Frank with her shirt open a fresh wave of emotion suddenly washed through me. And, moments later, when I saw his large hand begin to stroke her back under the shirt I knew where he was heading. I didn't have to wait long when suddenly her bra became loose on her breasts. Charlotte clamped her arms to her side and glanced my way but I was quick enough to avert my gaze pretending I hadn't noticed. Sneaking peaks, I could see that she had turned some so that I could no longer see her front but was making no apparent move towards re-snapping her bra or buttoning her shirt.

"Fuck it." I said to myself. If she wanted to play the dirty girl I wasn't going to intervene. I knew that it was very likely that if I let Crystal "get nasty" that my wife would take it as another challenge. It was a another "moment of truth" but I only waited a couple seconds before deciding.

"Think it's time you get nasty." I said to Crystal. The way she looked at me made me think that she knew what was in store. 

As soon as the next song started, Crystal peeled off her teddy throwing it on the bench then pulled her thong down until it was half off her ass and just barely covering her slit. She straddled my waist and began humping me while pushing her tits into my face. It was only after she climbed off and turned, leaning against me with her head next to mine that I could see my wife. She was staring straight at me with her eyes burning with rage. When Crystal pulled my hands to her tits I thought she might jump from her chair but instead she turned away having seen enough. Crystal ended the song with the top of her head rubbing into my crotch and her right hand massaging my balls. 

During the middle of the dance, the waitress had returned with two more shots ignoring Crystal's actions, no doubt having seen it all before. Before the waitress had even left, they downed the shots.

"Did she watch?" Crystal asked after taking a position on my knee. This time, I let her keep her cover off.

"Yeah." I replied.

"This is making me so horny." She giggled while pouring more Champaign.

At that moment, Charlotte stood, looking at Frank without moving, but I could see that their eyes were locked. When a new song started, without hesitation I watched her take off her shirt tossing it next to Frank. She tried to start dancing with one hand on her bra but Frank lifted slightly from his seat and with his left hand pulled it from her body putting her beautiful creamy breasts on display. I was instantly rock hard and I realized that Crystal was now squeezing on my dick while we both watched.

Charlotte had taken a step back but Frank took her by the arms and pulled her closer. I could tell she was still very self-conscious and was barely moving to the music but he had a huge smile on his face. Frank let go of her, as if to see how she would dance in front of him, but when she still wasn't moving much after a few seconds, we watched his beefy hands rise and take hold of her breasts. I expected a reaction from her, in truth I desperately wanted one, but she only stopped moving for a moment and never turned my way. 

Frank started using his thumbs to tease her small nipples while he continued to hold her breasts and it seemed to have the effect of getting her hips to sway more. His hands left her breasts and took her arms pulling her forward until her chest was in his face much like Crystal's had been in mine. But, unlike my embarrassed response to Crystal's tits, Frank was happy to have them in his face and quickly found a nipple with his mouth. That proved too much for Charlotte and she tried to pull back but his grip was too strong and he was able to hold her still until I saw her body give up. I watched as he suckled on each nipple and tongue lashed them while she stared straight ahead.

While still mouthing her nipples, Frank's hand went to her hip and after a bit of fumbling I saw he was trying to pull the zipper to her skirt down. She must have been focused on his mouth because he got the zipper down and with a firm pull had the skirt over her hips and bunched at her feet before she realized what was happening. 

Both his hands went to her ass which released Charlotte who stood, separating her nipples, now wet from the attention, from his aggressive mouth. Her hands went to his arms and tried to push them away but he wouldn't let go. Finally, she turned towards me but when she saw Crystal rubbing on my crotch and my hand now on her tits her mouth fell open and she turned away.

Not only did she quit fighting him, but she stepped out of the skirt and used one of her heeled feet to kick it out of the way. She was now standing just a few feet away from him nude except for her see through thong that looked a great deal like Crystal's. For the next thirty seconds, she swayed her body some while Frank held her ass until the song ended. With no fuss, she dropped onto his leg making no effort to cover up.

"Your wife is hot!" Crystal exclaimed.




Losing Control



"Dance. And be nasty as hell." I said to her as my head throbbed.

Crystal delivered on my request and by the time she was finished she had unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed her tits over my chest, pushed my hand into her thong, and used her mouth on my dick through my pants. I was way too aroused by now to turn back even though I was going to pay mightily for it later. What my occasional glances told me was Charlotte was watching and Frank's hands were now freely roaming her near perfect body.

"She's not going to quit unless you do." The dancer said to me, slurring her words a bit when the song was over and she was back on my knee.

Crystal was having a good time drinking champagne, making some money and participating in this exhibition and voyeur thing that was playing out between husband and wife. I suppose the time she spent figuring out how to get money from men had made her something of a reader of people.

"There's nothing more to do." I replied.

"Oh hell yeah there is. He can play with her pussy. Maybe even fuck her." Crystal announced.

"She's not going to have sex with him." I said in a condescending tone.

"Don't be so sure. I bet she's wet as hell. Look at her legs all open." She spoke into my ear and I did see that Charlotte had her legs partly open which must have given Frank a nice view.

"Let her have a good time. Frank's a good fuck." She said.

"Have you been with him?" I said in a surprised voice before I realized I shouldn't be surprised at all.

"Yeah. Couple times. He's big too. Fat." She explained lowering her voice as she spoke as if she was imparting top secret information.

For just an instant, I had a vision of my wife on her back, her dark hair splayed out around her and Frank's large body on top thrusting hard forcing from her sounds of sexual excitement.

Just then a new couple came into the room. It was a man I hadn't seen before and with him was a slightly overweight Hispanic looking girl with too much makeup. They walked through the room, between Charlotte and I, and when they reached the end, the man pulled back the heavy dark curtain revealing an alcove. Together they stepped inside and disappeared from view.

"What's back there?" I asked Crystal instantly curious.

"The special rooms." She answered with a now drunken smile.

"What happens in the special rooms?" I delved but suspected I knew the answer.

"Anything you want." She explained then quickly followed with. "If you have the money."

My wife had noticed too and was having what I suspected was a similar conversation with Frank. Soon an odd look crossed her face followed immediately by a shaking of her head and I guessed that Frank had just asked her to join him back there.

"Want to go back? There are two rooms." Crystal explained but I shook my head.

"Have you watched your wife with another guy before?" The dancer asked. 

"No, never. Of course not." I said after a few seconds. 

Her question had made me flash in anger but after thinking I knew she wasn't trying to be inflammatory and it was a legitimate question given the circumstances. It also made me consider what was taking place once more. By now I was drunk and I knew that my wife must be too. I was also excited by watching Charlotte and the bizarre sexuality of what was taking place. But, I also knew that at some point we would have to leave and deal with the reality of what had transpired. My intelligent, thoughtful brain told me to stand, approach me wife, help her gather her clothes and leave. That this was the right thing to do wasn't even in question. I knew it was far better to let her win some husband-wife game of one upping than risk our marriage. Several times I felt my muscles tighten in preparation of standing. But, each time, the thought passed, my body relaxed and I found myself staring at my wife wondering how far she would go, how decadent she would become.

It had only been a short period of time since the couple had passed us and disappeared behind the curtain when the re-emerged from the room. With the girl in front, once more they moved between us and went into the bar.

"That was quick." I said to Crystal with a questioning look.

"Blowjob." Came her immediate, simple reply. And, just like before I saw Frank and Charlotte talking. No doubt, he was explaining the same thing to my wife.

So far, everything my wife had done had been in response, real or believed, to what Crystal and I had done. Thus, I was surprised when I saw her stand and take a position between Frank's legs as a new song started. She put her hands on his shoulders bringing her breasts close to his face and started to move seductively. She stayed that way while his hands moved over her taut ass then moved up until he was massaging and teasing her breasts. Halfway through the song, he flipped her around and pulled her onto his crotch. Her movements didn't stop and now she was grinding her ass against his cock. I had begun to think that things were winding down so this turn of events caught me totally by surprise. 

"She wants to fuck him." Crystal whispered.

"No, no way." I responded. It sounded like a statement of denial.

"I bet she is so wet. She wants his big cock." The dancer replied while her hand felt my hard dick. I felt so guilty as I knew she realized that watching Charlotte was turning me on.

Frank's hand, which had been on my wife's hip moved slowly to her firm tummy and then slowly started to work lower. When he reached the thong, I noticed two things. Charlotte's eyes were squeezed shut and Frank was staring at me. With his fingertips, he lifted the edge of the thong and with blurry eyes, a pounding head and a dry mouth I watched as very slowly his fingers disappeared beneath the fabric.

The bulge from his hand distended the material but the loud music kept me from hearing any sound from Charlotte. It was her body that finally told the story. Her back arched and her feet raised off the floor and I knew that Frank's fingers had found her clit.

"That is so fucking hot. She's going to cum hard." Crystal stated in a grunting whisper. For some reason, I felt betrayed by her. She was supposed to be on my side making me happy but she had started empathizing with my wife.

"I want a blowjob." I announce to Crystal and started to stand.

"It's $80." She responded letting me lead her to the back room.

It was going to be anger driven sex. I knew it and Crystal knew it but neither of us cared. I would get pay back for the sordid actions of my wife and she would make some cash. As soon as I was seated on the bench that was similar to the one in the main room, Crystal went to my button and, with her practiced hand, quickly had my pants at my knees.

"Shit!" I cried out when her warm mouth engulfed my leaking dick. Her fingernails started teasing beneath my scrotum causing me to raise my legs and groan in joy.

Crystal launched into a sloppy, wet blowjob using her hand to stroke the bottom half of my dick while her mouth concentrated on the head. She was clearly well practiced and knew what she was doing. It wasn't long before she had my head spinning.

"Go ahead and cum baby. It will be okay. Let her have her fun." Crystal coached me. One again, I was amazed at her understanding of the dynamics of the situation.

Despite her efforts and her words it took a while before I felt my balls start to tingle and tighten. Then, with one hand grasping the bench and the other on the back of her head I grunted loudly as my semen fired into her waiting mouth. Crystal accepted my fill and when I finished, she dropped her head and spit it onto the floor. 

"It's $80 honey." She reminded me. After pulling my pants up but still feeling weak, I pulled the money from my billfold and paid.

"Thanks Crystal." I told her feeling I needed to say something.

"Don't go all crazy on your wife. She's just looking for some fun." The dancer counseled me again.

Her words brought me back to the moment and I slowly stood to check on Charlotte. Now, my idea of sneaking behind the curtain with Crystal seemed much less sound than it had fifteen minutes ago. Peaking out, the room we had been in was empty. I assumed my wife had returned to the main bar and was probably waiting to destroy me as soon as I showed up.

"If you see my wife, don't tell her about this." I told Crystal. She nodded at me with a smile.

"Are we done?" Crystal asked. I'm sure in 99 percent of the cases a blowjob marked the end of the interaction but I was impressed she bothered to ask.

"Yeah, I just need to face my wife." I replied with a concerned look.

Crystal opened her mouth to speak but at that exact moment we heard a faint but recognizable moan that made us both go quiet. As we faced each other in silence trying to locate the source of the sound, it appeared again. 

"Shit!" I exclaimed recognizing the voice.

"Told you." The dancer replied with a smile that aggravated me.

"Fuck me." I said and pulled the curtain back to leave the room.

"Don't. Just...I mean just don't. Calm down." Crystal said. Here was a girl who had just sucked me till I climaxed who was now trying to give me direction on how to react to the sound of my wife's arousal.

For some very strange, very bizarre reason I listened to her and stayed in place while I collected myself.

More sounds filled our ears and I looked towards the young dancer for guidance.

"They're in the next room." She announced.

With that, I walked to the curtain and slowly pulled it back then stepped half way out and pulled the next door drape back slightly until I had a sliver of a view into the adjoining room.

The scene before me made my body go numb. Charlotte was on the bench naked with her legs pulled back and Frank, who was naked too, was between her spread legs with his mouth on my wife's pussy. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was partly open leaving no doubt about what she was feeling. Her hands rested on the padded bench but they were flexing as if she was struggling to keep them still.

I stared in shock for several seconds but when I felt Crystal bumping against me I quietly moved to one side so she could see too.

"She's going to fuck him." She said making my brain explode with emotion.

Could I really watch another man sink his cock into my wife? Could I watch another man ride her and give her his seed? Plus, this wasn't someone like us, a professional guy our age, and it wasn't sex with another couple where we were experimenting. Instead, it was a large, older working man who just wanted to sport fuck her.

"Christ, what do I do?" I said mostly to myself.

"Baby, just calm down and watch. She wants it bad." Crystal replied thinking it was a question for her.

Just a few seconds later, we saw my wife's body jerk and her hands went from the bench to Frank's hairy shoulders. In fact, his entire body was covered in hair particularly, his broad ass and thick thighs where it was heavy. Her hands rested there for a while but when her body jerked once more, suddenly she was using them to try and get him to raise up.

He got to his feet, still positioned between Charlotte's legs, and just for a moment turned enough that I got a look at his heavy cock. It was uncircumcised and had to be seven or eight inches long with a very thick base that tapered to the head. He had a thick nest of dark pubic hair that extended partially up his length. The head was fully extended but, whether it was age or heaviness, his shaft protruded almost perpendicular to his body rather than point upward. Despite this, I knew he was certainly hard enough.

My wife had her hands back on the bench but her eyes were glued to his cock. Frank moved closer and started to bend down to penetrate her but he needed to stoop to get at the right level. It was an awkward position and before he touched her he stopped, turned and sat next to her on the bench then lifted Charlotte until she was straddling his waist.

I still had thoughts that she wouldn't go through with it so I was stunned once more when it was she who lifted herself up, found his cock with her hand and brought it to her wet opening.

"Uggghhhh..." Came a clear, loud cry as his cock penetrated. Her hands went to his shoulders and instantly her nails dug into his flesh while his hands went to her ass. My wife was now an adulteress riding this stranger for nothing more than her carnal pleasure. 

"Fuck that's so hot." Crystal said in a breathy exhale. "I knew she wanted to fuck him."

I turned quickly to look at her and saw that she had a hand under her g-string and was rubbing rapidly. It also made me realize that my cock was again hard.

"Fuck it." I said to myself and ignoring Crystal's pull on my arm I stepped into the small room. Charlotte had her back to me riding the heavy cock and Frank's face was buried in her breasts so it was several seconds after I sat against the opposite wall before I was noticed. The heavy drape acted as a sound barrier so once inside it was far easier to hear.

"Don't stop." I said when Frank's eyes met mine.

"Wasn't going to." He instantly replied.

Charlotte, hearing my voice, flinched and turned but Frank's hands kept her moving.

Our eyes locked and in an instant all kinds of emotions passed between us. I could see fear and guilt but also an intense arousal.

"Let me up." She said turning back to her lover.

"Don't stop Charlotte." I said before he could respond.

"Oh...are you? Are you sure?" She asked.

That's when Crystal walked in and sat next to me. Instantly, the regret my wife was feeling vanished. She turned back to Frank and when he started licking her nipples she whined in pleasure.

Crystal was still rubbing her pussy but with less urgency. With her free hand, she reached over and started working to get my pants down again. My concentration was on my wife and I neither helped nor tried to stop her but in just a few minutes she had them down to my ankles followed quickly by my boxers. Her hand found my hardness and started jerking me off in time with the fucking my wife was getting.

Charlotte looked over her shoulder and when she saw the dancer with my dick in her hand it seemed to relieve her of guilt because she turned back and started to become more interactive with Frank. In addition to her lusty sounds, the movement of her body, particularly the rocking of her hips, became more pronounced. 

Frank's mouth was all over her breasts licking all around the globes and sucking her nipples eagerly into his mouth. She loves being suckled and likes some nibbling too if it's done with just the right amount of force. Somehow she had communicated this to her lover who was apparently doing it just right.

A new sound started in the room too. It was the wet slurping and slapping sounds of my wife's open and soaked pussy against Frank's cock. From all this, I could tell that she was as excited as I could ever recall. When she looked down and lifted his head, then kissed him in an open and wanton way I knew that she had lost all control.

"Baby, you are hot." Frank grunted when the kiss ended. When there was no response he added. "This is the best pussy I have had in a while."

"Just don't stop." She grunted in reply.

"I want you to cum all over me." He answered and pulled her head down for another sloppy kiss. Even though my wife was naked fucking a stranger it was the kissing that felt most unnatural.

"Uggghhh...ohhh...it feels good..." Charlotte whimpered softly. 

Frank started to whisper to her so that we couldn't hear what was being said. But, my wife's head nodded up and down indicating her acceptance.

"Fuck her good Frank." Crystal suddenly called out. From the feel of her hand and her tense look I could see she was close to reaching her climax.

Charlotte too had the look of an impending orgasm. She was pushing back against his thrusts fully and her moans were getting louder. It seems it was going to be a race between the two woman to see who got there first.

My wife won.

"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...please...please...yes...oh please..." She cried out. She was now pushing hard against his crotch, holding herself there for a moment while she breathed heavily, then repeated the movement. Her entire body flushed a bright red while her fingernails dug into Frank's large biceps. 

It was a huge orgasm for her and it lasted a long time. Every time it seemed to be waning she would slam against him and make it continue. He let her do the work and watched with a smile on his face as he conquered my beautiful wife.

Just as Charlotte was finally starting to slow Crystal exploded. She lost contact with my dick and fell to her knees at my side with her hand between her legs and a high pitch squeal coming from her mouth. It didn't last long and when she was done she turned and rested her upper body on the bench while she recovered.

Frank started a whispered conversation with my wife again and I could tell he was getting close too. Charlotte, somewhat recovered, tried to help him by grinding her pelvis into his cock. But, apparently it wasn't enough because suddenly he stood, while still connected to my wife, and with her wrapped around his waist pushed her against the back wall and started hammering hard.

"Yeah...you want it...you want it don't you baby.." He spoke as his thrusts became urgent.

"Yes...yesss..." Charlotte whined.

"Oh yeah there it is...fuck yeah...take it...take it all..." He grunted loudly with his cock buried deeply into my wife.

I knew at that moment he was shooting a huge amount of his semen into my wife. Her sweet, married mommy pussy had been totally ravaged and was now receiving her lover's offering. 

He kept her pushed against the wall and when his breathing slowed kissed her again. It was a long, soulful kiss with her arms wrapped around his neck. Their embrace would end but seconds later start again and it was probably five minutes before she finally slipped from his arms and her feet found the floor.

"I want you again." I heard him whisper to her as she stepped towards her pile of clothes.

I stayed seated just long enough to see a streak of cum rolling down the inside of her thigh as she stepped into her thong. Then, I began pulling pants up and getting straightened, finishing just as Charlotte was buttoning her blouse.

"Fucking great night." Crystal laughed from her place on the floor as we turned to say goodbye.

"We've got to go." My wife said in an awkward voice. I knew she was at a loss about how to deal with this sordid situation.

We left and walking through the main bar that was now almost empty. Just as we reached the SUV, Frank caught up with us.

"Can I talk to your wife for a minute?" He asked suddenly acting courteous.

"Why?" I responded rapidly with annoyance. At that moment I just wanted to return to our world.

"It's okay honey. It will just be a second." Charlotte interjected and together they moved out of earshot and spoke for about a minute.

Finally, my wife returned to the car and we climbed in and headed towards home. We drove in silence with Charlotte curled up in the passenger seat with her legs under her. 

"What did he want?" I finally asked when we were almost home.

"Nothing." She answered then with a quick look at me and seeing my reaction said. "He wanted me to go home with him.

I didn't respond and we drove the rest of the way without speaking. Once inside, Charlotte bolted for her bathroom and I used the kids bathroom to clean up then climbed into bed. It was another fifteen minutes before she joined me. She had put on a long t-shirt and panties and curled up looking away from me.

"Charlotte?" I called out softly.

"Yes?" Was her even softer reply.

"Come here." I said wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her to me.




Losing Control



"I'm sorry." She whispered.

For some reason, I had an incredible desire, a need really, to cum inside her. I suspected it was some evolutionary best male passing of genetic material code programmed in my DNA but at that moment I wasn't interested in the scientific basis. Still, I knew I needed to tread carefully and not just jump her body.

"Do you want to make love?" I asked.

"Do you?" She replied defensively.

"Yes, very much." I answered. First, it was true and second I thought she needed to know I did.

She turned towards me and we began kissing. I love kissing her and, even though my thoughts went back to her passionate embrace with Frank, we did so for several minutes. During this time, I pulled her t-shirt off as well as her panties, noting that she had put on her most conservative pair. With her nude body against me, I let my hands wander, lightly stroking her breasts and the soft, sensitive spots on the insides of her thighs.

"Did you fuck her?" She suddenly blurted out. When she said it, I could tell how much the thought was weighing on her.

"No." I replied then thinking full disclosure would be best I said. "But, she did give me a blowjob."

Charlotte's body stiffened for an instant then she replied. "Really?"

"Yes, really." I said. Another period of silence ensued during which I continued to let my hands explore her body but I purposefully stayed away from her pussy.

"Then why...I mean why didn't you stop it. Why did you let him..." She spoke trying to carefully pick her words.

"You were already with him when I found you." I told her. This time I lied but I felt like she was being at least partially dishonest in her attempt to make it seem her actions were because she thought I had fucked Crystal. 

"You should have stopped it." She replied after another short silence.

"You didn't look upset. I thought you wanted to." I answered. I knew my words were putting the monkey on her back and I was very interested in seeing how she responded.

Her response was to go completely quiet and we stayed that way for several minutes until I was certain she wasn't going to speak without some prodding. However, I decided the best prodding would be to make love to her so I let my hand drift to her pussy where I found it just slightly wet. My teasing fingers soon had her lubrication flowing and I rolled between her legs and entered.

Charlotte always feels heavenly and even with Frank's cock taking her just hours before I couldn't tell a difference. It took a dozen strokes to get her fully wet and then I started a very slow and deliberate movement.

"You feel so good." I said softly to her.

"You're really not mad?" She asked in a whiny voice.

"I don't want to be mad. It is what it is but I don't want to be mad." I explained.

"Do you still love me?" She said in an even more whiny voice.

"Of course, Charlotte." I said then kissed her gently.

This calmed her greatly and she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. For the next few minutes we rocked gently, not speaking but giving loving sighs until our movements slowed and finally stopped all together. Exhausted, physically and emotionally, I slipped to her side and was soon asleep.

The sun was beaming through the gaps in the curtains when I woke the next morning. Charlotte was beside me with her eyes closed and a peaceful look on her face. The night before suddenly felt like it might have been merely a dream. However, when I stepped into the bathroom and saw the folded wad of $20 bills on the vanity and her thong filled with Frank's cum on the floor I knew it had been very real.



Losing Control



June Claymore stood in front of the stove, trying to force herself to concentrate. Just a few more minutes and then, finally, she would have her day all to herself, at least until 4:00 or so, when Dan came home from school. Right now, though, she was in the worst time crunch of the morning, hustling one kid off to middle school and the other one--her daughter Janie--off to high school. The mad dash happened every day and it never got any easier.

"Guys, let's go!" she yelled over her shoulder, simultaneously scraping the scrambled eggs off the bottom of the pan. They were a little overdone, but passable. She shoveled them onto plates, and then paused, momentarily at a loss. She caught a whiff of burning bread, and whirled--too late--to the toaster. Oh well. They'd have to go without toast today. There wasn't time to make more. "Are you COM-ing?"

The thundering herd finally arrived, her son galumphing in first, followed closely by his sister, who walked in still thrusting loose papers into her backpack.

"Mom, have you seen my new sweater?" Janie asked, her face a mask of desperation.

"Which one, honey?" Wrong answer, and it earned June "The Look."

"My new one? The one with the stripes?"

"I don't know, dear. Where did you leave it?"

"Mom, if I KNEW that I would KNOW where it IS."

A good point, and June decided her end of the "conversation" had ended. She plopped the plates on the table. "You've got two minutes to eat, then I'll run you down to the bus stop.

As June turned away from the dreadful scrambled egg slaughter, her eyes trailed to the table in the hallway. The package was still sitting where she'd left it. She ached to open it, but knew she would have to wait. The clatter of dishes in the sink snapped her out of her reverie, and she helped stuff the lunches into the backpacks. Three sets of sneakers scampered down the stairs to the garage, and they roared off down the street. She barely paused at the stop sign before turning right, knowing even as she did it that Mrs. Watson would probably arrange to have another letter sent from the Fairfax County Police. "Dear Citizen: Your car was observed being operated in an unsafe manner...."

Quick smooches, a few last-minute words of encouragement and then...freedom.

********

Back at the house, June scooped up the package as she went by and trotted upstairs to her bedroom. She tossed it onto the bed as she kicked off her shoes and then hurriedly peeled off her turtleneck and jeans. She decided to leave her panties on for now, but grabbed her silk robe, shrugging it on but leaving it open. Then, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, she was finally ready to open the package. She propped up her pillows and slid under the covers, leaning down to pick up the box. Her nightstand scissors made quick work of the mailing tape, and then she tore it open.

Her eyes sparkling, June stared at the contents, slowly removing each one. First to emerge was a DVD, its salacious cover promising hours of delicious viewing. It was from a company called whippedass.com, which specialized in lesbian s&m. June felt wicked as she stared at the images on the cover, a young girl bound and obscenely stretched over a sawhorse while another, older woman savagely fucked her with a strap-on cock. Smiling, she reached into the box and extracted another item, a strap-on and harness very similar to the one on the DVD's cover. How she longed to have someone take her like that! But the chances seemed very remote, despite her constant fantasies about the possibility. Whom could she approach? Oh sure, she had masturbated while thinking about her next-door-neighbor Sue. She was slightly older than June and a bit plump, but June had spied on her sunbathing on more than one occasion and knew that she had a sexy, curvy body. Yet June could not imagine approaching her about lesbian sex; she seemed so straitlaced, and was certainly devoted to her husband. Or Betty Riordan, June's best friend. How often had June's oily fingers brought on a climax while dreaming of her red-haired friend fucking her hard in this very room? Too many times to count, yet Betty, for all her buxom charm, could be a bit severe in her demeanor, always very prim and proper. A highly paid real estate agent, Betty was also the PTA president at the high school where her daughter Jill was a classmate of Janie. Even though June and Betty saw each other often, it never seemed an appropriate time to broach the subject of sex of any kind, let alone lesbian sex.

No, mostly June explored her fantasies online, lately with a succession of chat friends. It was through them that she had become aware of a website offering the items in her special box, an endless pornucopia of toys and videos. She had hesitated awhile before ordering anything, fearful that she might unleash a string of porn-related mail offers. Finally, though, her horniness had driven her to make a purchase, and she had ordered an assortment of wicked goodies.

Feeling herself beginning to get wet, June dumped the box out on the bed. Out fell an assortment of dildos and vibrators, a butt plug, some anal beads, some nipple clamps joined by a chain, and a set of ben-wa balls. She was like a kid in a candy store, not knowing where to start. Suddenly, though, she knew that she had to have a cum, and quickly.

Squealing with delight, she bounced her bottom up off the bed and skinned off her wet panties. The air hitting her moist hairy mound felt delicious, and she reached down and let two of her fingers slide down along her lips, immediately coating them with her juices. God, she was so wet! She could not remember the last time she had felt so horny. She longed to cum, knowing that it would only be the first of many that day.

Searching through the jumble of sex toys on the bedspread, June selected a slender vibrator, perhaps 10 inches long, and another curiously shaped device with a small strap. It was also a vibrator, designed to strap to the back of her hand. It would make her entire hand vibrate, transferring the delicious sensations to whatever she touched. She tried switching it on. Nothing happened. The same with the long vibrator. She clicked the switch off and on several times. Nothing. Then she giggled, realizing that the devices needed batteries.

She left them on the bed and scampered down the stairs, her thin robe flying open on either side of her bouncing breasts. She felt deliciously naughty, flouncing around like this, practically naked. She went into her kitchen and opened the door to the pantry. Inside was a plastic bag filled with an assortment of batteries. Closing the door, she happened to glance outside and felt her heart skip a beat. Sue was out watering her side garden, her fleshy curves packed tightly into a lycra swimsuit. June stared for a moment, her horniness almost conquering good sense. She longed to throw open the sliding door and invite her in for a romp in bed but she didn't dare. Instead, she stood unseen in her kitchen, not 20 feet from the woman, rubbing her wet fingers up and down her drooling slit. No. She just couldn't risk it, no matter how turned on she was.

Instead, she whirled and raced back up the stairs with her bag of batteries. It took several fumbling minutes to get them installed, and then--at last--she was able to sprawl back on the bed and find the pleasure she so desperately desired. She began by inserting several inches of the long vibe in her pussy and switching it on low. She groaned as a lovely wave of sensations trembled through her, and for a moment she just lay there enjoying the feeling, gently fucking herself with the toy. Then, almost as an afterthought, she switched on the vibe strapped to her right hand. It was an odd feeling, her whole hand vibrating and twitching right down to her bones. But when she brought her hand up to her chest, cupping her large tit, she could not believe the pleasure that rippled through her.

"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned, feeling her nipple instantly hardening in the center of her shivering palm. She almost forgot about the vibrator in her pussy as she concentrated on pleasuring her nipples, moving her thrumming hand from one to the other and back again. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan of ecstasy, and she arched her back high up off the bed, reveling in the feelings. Then, almost as if it had a mind of its own, her pleasure-producing hand began moving down her body, sliding deliciously across her smooth belly. She knew what she needed. She needed to feel this sensation directly on her clit.

As soon as the thought drifted through her brain, June felt her pussy contract, squeezing tightly around the other vibrator. She reached down and fucked herself with her left hand, almost unconsciously switching the power a bit higher.

"Oh yessssssss," she hissed. Her hips were moving now, making little fucking motions up off the covers as she felt her pleasure beginning to mount. It was time now, she thought, and she slid her right hand farther down, even as she lifted her knees up and back towards her chest.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out, as her vibrating hand reached her clit. It was almost too much pleasure, and she bit down hard on her lip to help herself bear it. Her clit felt like a hard marble, pulsing angrily beneath her fingers as she rolled it roughly with the tips of her vibrating fingers. With her left hand she began fucking herself fast and deep, her ass squirming on the bed. She was dimly aware of her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as waves of pleasure built and spilled over her, and then--without warning--she was cumming, feeling her pussy spasming and pouring cream out and down the crack of her behind. And again! Another climax followed, almost instantly. June was sobbing but she could not stop herself. Her right hand moved rapidly back and forth, her fingers a blur. There was a moment's hesitation, like a diver poised before a leap, and then a third climax ripped through her.

"Yeaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she bellowed, her ecstasy melting into incoherence. Gasping, she somehow managed to pull her hand away to give herself a moment's peace. She lay on the bed trembling, sweat beginning to glisten on her heaving breasts. So much pleasure! She had never imagined.

********

She must have slept, because when she became aware again it seemed like an hour had passed. It was close to 11 now. June giggled as she realized that the two vibrators were still buzzing insistently. She turned off them off and swung her legs shakily out of bed, managing to pad over to the master bathroom for a pee. She grinned at herself in the mirror and splashed cold water on her face.

Feeling refreshed, she walked back into the bedroom, shedding her robe as she went. Her body tingled, her nerve-endings on fire. She was ready for even more wickedness, but now she was feeling truly naughty. She pawed through the jumble of goodies on the bed, and found the item she was after.

June had never experienced anal sex with any of her partners, not with her two boyfriends in high school, nor the four in college (two short-term flings and two pretty hot and heavy) or with her ex-husband. Bill (her ex) had tried several times to coax her into trying it, once sticking his finger uninvited into her ass, and then alternately begging and demanding that she let him fuck her there. But she'd rejected the idea in no uncertain terms. The idea of something as large as a penis (and Bill's eight-incher certainly qualified as large in her book) entering her tight ass just seemed absurd. Each time he'd tried, her whole body had gone rigid, ending any amorous feelings for the evening. At the time, Bill's obsession with screwing her anally had seemed so infantile, and that period may have marked the beginning of her realization that the two of them--despite having produced two children--were fundamentally incompatible sexually. 

Lately, though, June had begun exploring the idea of anal sex in her online chats. One online acquaintance--a Denver woman named Sally, given to particularly earthy language--had extolled the joys of anal strap-on fucking, so much so that June had become intrigued. She'd started playing with her ass while masturbating, and had come to like the feeling of having a finger--or even two--pushed deep into her tight musky hole.

She eyed the object in her hand, the butt plug. It was made of clear silicone, and had a smooth tapered end and a wide flat base. In the middle it swelled out, like a pear. Again, June felt a momentary qualm, wondering how she would ever get this thing into her small hole. But she remembered more of her conversation with Sally, how she had counseled the liberal use of lubricant. June looked down on the bed and spotted the tube of k-y jelly, "free with any purchase."

Feeling a bit silly, she walked over to her full-length mirror, bent over, and looked at herself through her legs. She almost cracked up at the sight that she saw: a red-faced woman staring at her ass upside-down, her long brunette hair escaping from its tight bun to fall to the floor in a tangle, her large breasts hanging down pendulously. Oh well. Might as well get on with it, she thought. She grabbed hold of her butt cheeks and spread them, revealing her crinkled, reddish-brown hole. Was it just her imagination that it seemed even tighter than usual? She stuck out a nail tentatively and scraped it carefully around the center of her hole, probing at the tender bud. Pushing a bit, she managed to ease past the tight outer rim into the softer pinkness of the interior. Emboldened, she pulled her fingertip back out and coated it with some of the k-y jelly, and this time it slid in easily. She watched through her legs as her middle finger entered deeper into her ass and, to her surprise, realized that she was actually enjoying the sensation. For the first time, June realized that manipulating her ass like this created sympathetic sensations in on the opposite side of her perineum, and she felt herself beginning to get aroused. She glanced down at the floor at the butt plug, though, and still felt skeptical that her hole could stretch to accommodate it, at least without damaging herself. What if she tore something? Pretty hard to explain at the emergency room.

It occurred to her, though, that it was pretty pointless to have bought all these toys if she wasn't going to be brave enough to try them. She picked up the plug and began coating it liberally with the jelly. She could feel it warming in her hands as she prepared it, and she got more and more excited about the idea of having this thing inside of her. She started feeling as if she could do this.

June got down on her knees, and looked back over her shoulder at the mirror. She could see her target; her anus glistened wetly with the jelly. She aimed the tip of the plug into the center of her hole and began applying pressure.

"Unnnnghhh," she grunted, feeling a sharp twinge as the plug began stretching her. She almost stopped, but, again, her conversation with Sally surfaced in her mind. "You just push out, like you're takin' a shit," Sally had said, and June snorted with laughter at the memory. She concentrated, bearing down like she wanted to push the plug out (which wasn't far from the truth) and suddenly she found the opposite occurring: the plug was sliding farther into her tight ass. She groaned deep in her throat and almost tried to pull it out, but suddenly she got past the widest part of the plug, and the rest of it popped inside, until the base was tucked up nice and tight against her hole. She put her head down on the rug and stayed motionless for a minute, catching her breath. She was coated with nervous sweat, but she had done it!

After a bit, she raised her head up and looked back over her shoulder. She could see just the round base of the plug tucked up against her anus, and she reached back and ran her fingernail around it, tracing it on the rim of her ass. It felt amazing. Slowly, moving gingerly, she raised herself up until she was standing in front of the mirror again. She could feel the plug worming its way even deeper into her bowels. The feeling was odd but not unpleasant, and she found that she could move around even with the plug inside of her. She grinned at how she looked in the mirror. God, she looked like a sexy slut now, having cum all those times already and with her body now coated with a fresh sheen of love sweat. Her nipples were hard and beet-red, and she had to admit that, for a woman on the back end of thirty, she looked pretty hot. She certainly felt sexy, sexier and more beautiful than she had at any time since before she was married. She reached up and began rolling and pinching her nipples. It felt exquisitely good to tug on them like that, and then she got a truly wicked idea. She crossed over to the bed and picked up the nipple clamps. Each one opened on a hinge and clamped over the nipple, then there was a separate device that tightened them, squeezing the nipple a little....or a lot.

June unclasped one and fit it over her right nipple, then snapped it shut. She sucked in her breath tightly as it closed onto her nipple, but it did not really hurt, just pinched a little. She quickly fastened the other one, and then admired how she looked with the chain hanging down. Smiling evilly, she gave the chain a little tug.

"Oooooh," she moaned involuntarily. Now THAT hurt a bit, but it still left her with a bit of a tingle.

Moving stiffly, conscious of the plug squishing around in her tight behind, June walked back over to the bed and grabbed the DVD, slipping it into the player under her TV. She clicked it on, and while it was loading she busied herself with some other toys. The ben-wa balls she tucked inside her wet pussy, and was a little disappointed when she did not really feel much effect at all. Oh well. She knew something that would feel nice. She re-strapped the hand vibrator to the back of her hand, switched it on, and began rubbing her slit. Suddenly, she began shaking, as the ben-wa balls responded rather dramatically to the vibrations. It felt like the two balls were fucking her from the inside out and she couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Voices from the screen made her snap her head up and she began watching the movie.

The "plot" of the movie, if you could call it that, was laughably lame, something involving a female executive and her new female intern. But when the intern--rather predictably--messed up, the movie got decidedly hot. The older woman insisted that the young girl meet her that evening at her house, a house that was equipped with a full-fledged dungeon in the basement. For the next hour, June watched in slack-jawed amazement as the woman put the young girl through the kind of pleasurable tortures that she had been dreaming about lately. First she stripped the screaming girl naked and inserted a butt plug into her ass (oh yes! June knew just how lovely that felt) and then tied her facedown on a bench. Mercilessly, the executive (who remained dressed) flogged the girl with a cat o' nine tails, until her ass was a bright shade of red. As the girl lay there sobbing, the executive, who by this time was sweating profusely, peeled off her own clothes and donned an evil-looking strap-on, very similar to the one June had purchased. Screaming at the girl to get up on her knees, she began fucking her pussy relentlessly, all the while keeping the plug buried up the poor girl's behind.

June lost track of how many times she came while watching this salacious display. She seemed to almost be having one long orgasm, yet each cum only acted to heighten her pleasure. She reached a point where she only had to touch her clit briefly with her vibrating hand to bring herself off, sometimes tugging on her nipple chain as she came. Her pussy was drooling cream in a steady river that dribbled down her butt crack and onto the sheets. She thought idly that she would have to make sure and wash them before going to bed that night.




Losing Control



Suddenly, a sound intruded on her play. The doorbell was ringing. As soon as she became conscious of it, she realized that it had been ringing for a while. Who could it be, and why didn't they just go away?

June had a view of her front door from her window, and she cautiously peeked outside. With a start, she saw that it was Betty. She looked angry, and now she was pounding on the door. One look at her face convinced June that she probably was not going to give up soon. In a whirl, June began racing around. She grabbed the remote and froze the DVD, registering on the fact that she had caught the action at a particularly fine moment. The young girl's back was arched as the older woman slammed the dildo into her, and her mouth was stretched open in a portrait of ecstasy. Then June desperately dug her fingers into her dripping pussy and extracted the ben-wa balls, even as she was hastily unsnapping the hand vibrator. There was no time for the plug or the nipple clamps; she'd just have to leave them. She snatched her robe off the floor and shrugged it on, as she moved as quickly as she could down the stairs (the plug hampered her progress quite a bit there).

The doorbell was chiming again as she flung it open breathlessly. Betty took a step back, obviously surprised by her sudden appearance. She paused and gave her a long look up and down. Then she opened the glass outer door and pushed past June into the room.

"B-Betty! What a surprise!" June exclaimed.

"A surprise? I can see that," Betty snapped. "Did you forget that we had a luncheon date for today?"

"Uh, today?" June said, stalling, and feeling incredibly stupid. She often felt that way around Betty, who could be very intimidating, especially when she was angry. She suddenly became very conscious of the plug in her behind, which had begun a kind of throbbing pulse, and the smell of her own sex, which seemed (at least to June) to be filling the room. She could actually feel wetness dripping down her inner thighs, and she knew she had to somehow escape from this uncomfortable moment. "God, Betty, I thought that was tomorrow. I'm so sorry. I, uh, I was just about to take a shower. It will just take me a minute to get ready," she ended, lamely.

Betty's eyes blazed. "Fine," she said, and turned toward the kitchen.

June didn't wait for any more of the awkward conversation, but turned and bounded up the carpeted stairs. When she got to her room she went straight to her closet and hung up her robe. She was just about to turn around when she heard something that made her freeze. It was Betty's voice, coming from the doorway.

"Well, well, well," Betty said, "I can certainly see why you need a shower."

June spun about anxiously, but it was clearly too late to do anything. Every aspect of her depravity was on full display and she could only stand there in mute shock, her face beginning to burn with shame, as Betty's eyes traveled about the room taking in each detail, a sly smile playing about her lips. Her eyes went first to the TV screen, gazing at the image of the young girl being fucked hard by her boss. Then she looked over at the jumble of toys on the bed, and strode purposefully over to inspect them. June watched as she ran her hand appraisingly up the length of the strap-on cock, and then she caught sight of something else. She reached down and picked up the ben-wa balls by the thin string by which they were attached, and June saw to her dismay that they left a wet outline on the sheets as Betty brought them up to her face. Her eyes locked on June's as she sniffed the balls in an exaggerated way, and she held the gaze as she opened her mouth, sucking in first one, then the other. Despite the waves of humiliation washing over her, June could not help but be aroused by the wanton act, and she suddenly felt as naked and exposed as she had ever been in her life. She felt completely at Betty's mercy.

"Mmmmm," Betty sighed appreciatively. "So delicious, my dear." She dropped the balls back into the pile of toys, and began moving slowly around the corner of the bed, speaking as she advanced on June. She involuntarily moved back, but there was nowhere to go. She was cornered in front of the closet. "You know, June, I went to the movies with my husband last night." It seemed such an odd non sequitur that June had trouble focusing for a moment on what Betty was saying. "Do you know what we saw? That new movie 'Kinsey.' I think you would like it. It's all about how sometimes very ordinary people have these secret sex lives that no one around them can even imagine." 

By this point, Betty had come very close to June, and was now standing right in front of her, looking down at her. "I think we all have our little secrets, don't you think? For example, I'll bet you had no idea that your pretty neighbor, Sue, comes over to my house twice a week. Do you want to know why?" She leaned in close to June's face, smiling rather oddly at her. She seemed to be waiting for an answer but June could only nod weakly. "She comes over so that I can paddle her nice plump bottom and give her a good....hard.....FUCK." Betty separated and emphasized these last three words, and they acted like an evil spell on June. She felt her pussy pulse with arousal, and made no move to resist as Betty took hold of the chain attached to her nipple clamps. She tugged on the chain with a steady pressure that stretched June's nipples out and down, and she cried out even as the taller woman took hold of her hair roughly in her other hand and brought her lips down bruisingly on June's open mouth. 

For several searing moments they remained locked that way, as if Betty wanted to complete her conquest of June's soul. But that battle was already over, and the smaller woman felt like she was melting in the redhead's arms. Finally Betty pulled away, the smile still on her face. "I have to tell you, my pet, that I've had my eye on you for some time. I suspected things about you, but I was never really sure. But now," and her eyes swept toward the bed with an amused glance that seemed pregnant with meaning, "I don't really have to wonder any more, do I? Now, here's what I want you to do. Quick like a bunny, I want you to hop up on that bed, face on the pillows, ass in the air. Think you can manage that?" Again, June could only nod obediently. Then Betty leaned down into her face and whispered with a voice like the October wind. "Then....do it." And as June began moving toward the bed, Betty pinwheeled her hand and brought it slapping down hard on the cheeks of June's ass, making her leap forward even faster.

June buried her beet-red face in the pillows, her heart beating wildly. Her mind spun dizzily with countless thoughts and images as she waited for...she was not sure what. She could hear Betty rummaging around in her drawers, and part of her was curious about what the woman was up to, but she was afraid to peek, somehow sensing that this would not be permitted. Instead, she let her mind relish the shockingly erotic image of her neighbor Sue, perhaps lying naked on a bed in the same position in which June now lay, sobbing into the pillow as Betty mercilessly paddled her red butt cheeks. In this imagined scene, her neighbor's large, melon-shaped breasts swayed with the force of each blow, but her pussy also gaped wetly, readying itself for the "good...hard...FUCK" that was about to come. The same one that June herself was about to receive. As she reveled in these deliciously wicked thoughts, she was only dimly aware that Betty was taking hold of her wrists. She felt something tightening around them and started to turn her head but Betty pushed her roughly back down. It was not until she walked around to the side of the bed June faced that she saw what was happening. With her left wrist already attached to something, June watched as Betty tied the leg from one of her pantyhose snugly around her wrist. She then ran the other leg through the hole next to the bedpost and pulled it taut, stretching both of June's arms out straight. This made her head press even further down into the pillow, and she was pinioned quite helplessly. Her legs were left free.

Betty moved out of sight again, but she started talking again, her voice sounding as natural as if they were having afternoon tea, not one of them trussed up naked about to undergo who knew what debauchery. "You've been a naughty girl, June. All this time, I thought you were such a proper little darling, but you really are just a SLUT who needs to be FUCKED, and you never gave me the slightest inkling. I really am disappointed that you've been holding out on me." Suddenly, June gasped as she felt Betty's fingers pushing into her wet slit.

"Oh god," she gasped, as she felt several of the fingers push up inside of her.

"You ARE a slut, aren't you, June?"

"Y-yes."

Betty must have twisted her hand palm up, because June suddenly felt her fingers curling inside of her pussy, massaging her g spot. "Yes, what?" Betty purred.

"Yes, I am a slut," June managed to get out.

"Yes you are. And sluts like you need to be punished." Abruptly Betty pulled her fingers free, and June could hear suckling sounds, as if she was licking them clean. June could not imagine what was coming next, but she was hoping that Betty would fuck her soon. She was desperate to cum. Without meaning to, she found herself imagining what it would feel like when Betty shoved the huge strap-on into her and, involuntarily, felt her pussy give a little gush of pleasure. When, instead, Betty brought her stiff-bristle hairbrush slapping down on her right butt cheek, the shock only seemed to intensify the pain. June screamed in agony.

"EeeeowwwwwwWWWWWWW!!!!"

Again, the brush came slapping down on her this time on her other cheek.

"STOP!!!!"June screamed, but to no avail. A third time the evil brush hit her and she screeched again.

"You know," Betty said calmly, "if you don't start counting and thanking me for these, we are never going to get to ten."

June could scarcely take in what Betty was saying, preoccupied by the searing pain as another blow struck her tortured ass.

"Th-three. Thank you, Mistress!" she managed to choke out.

"Tsk, tsk. No. That's wrong. That was one. Let's begin again, shall we?"

Again the brush slapped onto her tender bottom, and June managed to gasp out, "One. Ohhhhh, thank you, Mistress." 

"Much better," Betty said, and continued. After four more hits, June was quite sure that her ass was just going to catch on fire and melt onto the bed. She cried and squirmed, trying desperately to escape the punishing blows, and Betty had to pause to get her up on her knees again, spanking her ass sharply with her bare hand when she didn't move fast enough. "You're really just making this harder on yourself. The sooner you learn that the better," she admonished sternly. June tried to keep still, but when the sixth hit--the hardest yet--smacked onto her right cheek again, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into the pillow.

"Pl-please," she blubbered. "I'll do anything you want..."

"Yes, you will," Betty agreed. She considered continuing the punishment, but she felt she had done enough. The reminder of the beating would be effective enough, she decided. She looked down at the broken woman, licking her lips, and began to remove her clothes. She unbuttoned her white blouse slowly, savoring the moment, and stripped it off, then unhooked and removed her bra. Her nipples were tingling, hard and firm. She was very turned on, and ready to fuck now. She walked around to where June could see her and leaned down to caress her cheek. "Shhh," she cooed. "All better now." She leaned closer and licked the salty tears off June's cheek, and the woman looked up at her pleadingly. Then Betty kissed her wetly, and heard June groan throatily. Betty stood up then and let June watch as she peeled off her black slacks and then her French-cut panties. The latter stuck to her rather moistly. Then Betty leaned across June's naked behind (feeling the heat coming from her bruised cheeks she could not help but smile to herself) and retrieved the strap-on. June's eyes widened as the redhead attached the device to her crotch, fitting the harness around her butt cheeks. It bobbed lewdly in front of June's face and Betty stroked it obscenely with her fist, as if the cock was her own. Then she climbed onto the bed behind the brunette, letting her fingers rub against her hot bottom. For a moment she let them trace around the base of the butt plug, still buried in June's behind, but then her fingers closed around the dildo's shaft, guiding it up between June's wet pussy lips. She heard June gasp as the head squeezed into her hole, and then she made a lower, unidentifiable noise as the massive tool began pushing into her.

For June, the feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced. The fake cock was truly opening her in a way that no one's cock ever had and for a moment she thought she was going to pass out, the sensations were so intense. Inch after inch, the monster wormed its way inside of her, and she could feel perspiration beginning to break out all over her body. She shuddered as she felt Betty suddenly place the bristle brush face down on her sweating back, but she seemed to only be doing it as a reminder. Then she felt Betty's hands gripping her sides, gaining leverage as she worked down toward the end of the cock. She paused before reaching that point, however, and June froze, wondering what she had in mind. As she trembled under Betty, June felt her lower herself on top of her, draping her naked body over her back. Her weight came to bear on the brush, pressing it painfully into the small of June's back, and then June felt Betty's hard nipples pressing into her spine farther up. Then she heard her insistent voice hissing into her ear.

"You do the last part, slut," she said. "Fuck yourself onto my femcock." And then June's mouth shot open in a soundless cry as she felt Betty's fingers take hold of her nipple chains and begin pulling her back. There was a limit to her range of movement, because of the pantyhose tied to her wrists, but June still had enough purchase to do what Betty required, and she hastened to push back on the cock, grunting as she jammed herself down roughly on the base. Then, using the nipple chains like the reins on a horse, Betty guided her into a nice fucking rhythm, and June began deliriously fucking herself on the awesome dildo.

While she fucked, Betty got busy, hurriedly strapping on the hand vibrator. June felt her buzzing hand brush against her nipple clamps, then slide lower, and then the pleasuring hand was on top of her clitoris. The effect was both instantaneous and intense, as June abruptly orgasmed, then quickly came a second time. Her pussy clenched and relaxed around the femcock, and she felt her cum juice gush around the pole. She suddenly felt herself drifting away....

********

When June came to, she was completely disoriented. It took her a moment to realize that Betty had tied her in a new position, spread-eagled on her back. Part of her confusion, she quickly realized, was that filling her entire field of view was Betty's open, moist pussy, descending onto her mouth. And as her mouth opened to engulf this prize greedily and willingly, June realized two things: that she was hopelessly, passionately in love with this woman, and that she had completely lost control. 



Losing Control



Author's Note:   Following is a story for a reader that has given me the honor of trying to capture his non-consent/reluctance fantasy in words. Along with the theme of the story there is male/male play as well as female/female play. If you would like to offer suggestions and comments fill free. Thanks for the chance to write for you D. ~ Red. 

*

Calvin sat on the red, steel folding chair. His hands were tied together, stretched behind his back and knotted with nylon rope that had been secured to the chair's back. His ankles were tied to the back legs, forcing his naked body to stretch and his back to arch slightly. His cock was hard and thick. Pre cum dripped from the tip and he cursed inwardly for the aroused state he was in. He heard the moan of his girlfriend Lisa and his sex jerked from the sound of her pleasure. She hadn't been moaning in the beginning. She'd been silent and resigned to the fact this was going to happen. Now he wasn't sure what she was feeling. He'd been fighting the urge to enjoy what was happening. Even now as he heard her come, for their captors, he was wishing they'd stayed home and watched a movie. 

 Hours before. . .

The sound of the club was full of the local band's tunes and Calvin was bumping and grinding to the music with his girlfriend, Lisa. Her brown hair stuck to her face as sweat slipped over her bronzed skin and down between her breasts where it disappeared. Calvin followed the bead of heat with his tongue and nipped at the curve of her perfectly formed tits before sliding himself back up her torso and kissing her. 

Suddenly a woman bumped into him and he fell against Lisa, caught himself and her before they tumbled to the ground. He turned around and said, "Hey " 

"Sorry," the woman muttered. She nodded her head to the left and Calvin followed its path, noticed a man drinking at the bar and then heard the woman, "I was coming over to ask you and your friend to join us for a drink, but lost my footing. Sorry for the 'not so graceful' interruption."

Lisa laughed, "No problem. Do we know you?" 

"No," the woman replied. Her hand came up and she pointed to the gentleman. "That's Samuel, or Sam and I'm Heather. We just wanted to buy you folks a drink."

Calvin wrapped his arm around Lisa and pulled her close. "Sure, but why?" he asked. 

"I'll let him explain. He's better at it than I am," Heather answered. She led them to the bar where introductions were made. 

Sam ordered a round of drinks for the four of them and then led them to a table in the corner. Once the drinks were delivered he explained why he had Heather approach them. 

"I noticed you two dancing and not really caring how provocative you were." He winked at the blush that showed up on Lisa's cheeks. "Nothing wrong with it. You're very beautiful, both of you are." His gaze shifted to Calvin and he paused before continuing, "We were wondering if you were into exchanging playmates." 

Calvin would have spit his drink all over himself, if he hadn't just swallowed his first gulp. His jaw dropped and before he was able to close it, he felt small fingers press against his chin, forcing his mouth shut. He glanced over to the owner of those fingers and blinked a couple of times in disbelief. "Did I hear him right?" he asked Heather. 

Heather giggled. "Yes." Her soft hazel eyes took in Lisa's further blushed state and she smiled softly. "You don't have too, honey. We were curious is all." 

"Oh... I'm not offended. Just surprised. Shocked...and," Lisa paused and glanced quickly over to Calvin, "flattered." She squeezed Calvin's hand and shifted nervously. 

Samuel leaned back and placed his arm on the back of Heather's chair. "Well... we're only in town for the night, so we don't have time to get to know folks, so we thought we'd play the field and see who bit."

Calvin stood up and extended his hand. "Thanks, man. I'll admit I'm flattered too." His words directed to the woman on Samuel's right. "But we're gonna pass." 

A sigh of relief escaped Lisa's lips and she rose. "Yea, I think that's for the best." She took Calvin's hand and they both turned away. Before they were to far Heather was there with their drinks. 

"You forgot these. There paid for, so heck enjoy them." 

Calvin and Lisa took the drinks and lifted them in a silent toast of thanks, before slipping back into the crowd and looking for a table of their own. 

Heather turned back to her lover and returned to her seat beside him. She leaned in and whispered, "Dropped and delivered lover." The couple watched as Calvin and Lisa. 

Calvin finished his drink rather quickly and then pulled Lisa back with him to the center of the room where she quickly downed the remains of her freebie and began wiggling to the beat that surrounded them. Calvin's hand slipped to the small of her back and down her ass. He cupped the soft curve through the fabric of her white mini. The hem came up and he grinned when he felt the sweet flesh of her tanned cheek with the tips of his fingers. 

They danced through another set of songs when his hands started kneading her ass cheeks again. 

"Oh baby, that feels nice," she moaned into his ear as she rocked against his thigh. She pumped up and down on it as if it were a huge cock she needed to fuck and not a dancing partner in the middle of a crowded club. Her pussy throbbed and she pushed her hands into her hair and arched her back. 

Calvin's hazel eyes took in her sweaty skin and her arched position. He feasted on her succulent breasts and his cock hurt with the need to be buried between them. The look on her face, told him she was getting off on his thigh and he grabbed her hips and started to drag her up and down on his tight jeans. He heard the music banging in his ears and he kept the same motion that the band strummed and fucked her cunt. "Yea, baby..." he growled. He felt her explode on his thigh and he felt his cock leap in anticipation for her sweet pussy. 

There was a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see Heather and Samuel. 

"That was hot," Heather said. She ran her palm over the damp stain on Calvin's jeans. She brought her hand up and licked at the traces of come that had settled against the fabric and now rested on her palm. Her stare moved from Calvin's hard cock to Lisa's heavy breathing. 

"Come with us," Samuel insisted. 

Calvin groaned. "No man. I'm heading home to fuck her senseless." He took Lisa's hand and pulled her to the doors. "Fuck baby... I don't know why but I doubt I'll even make it to the god-damn car before I'm taking your pussy. I've never been so horny."

"I know," Lisa whimpered. 

They were a few feet away from his car when Calvin felt another tap on his shoulder. "Huh?" he asked and before he was able to say anything else, he felt the hard slam of a fist hitting his face. A scream filled his ears. He staggered back in shock and felt a second punch, this one in the gut and a third was delivered to his jaw before he finally fell to the concrete. His vision spun as he watched Heather holding Lisa by the hair with a small blade at her throat. "What the..." The blow to his ribs stole his breath and he rolled to his back. 

"Get up," Samuel growled out. He watched as Calvin stood on shaky legs. "My car." He shoved Calvin toward a black Lincoln and glanced back to see Heather following with a sobbing Lisa. 

Calvin got in the back with Lisa and watched Heather slide into the front seat and take Samuel's gun. She aimed it at them and sighed, "You know if you'd have just said yes, we could have avoided all this." 

Calvin stared at the woman and held Lisa close. "You two are sick fucks," he hissed. 

Samuel laughed. "By the end of the night you'll be sick fucks too." 

Lisa cried and buried her head into Calvin's chest. Calvin tried to comfort her, but he was having a hard time not feeling a rise of fear forming in his heart. 

"Look," Heather said. "It's a long ride back to our hotel, so let's get this party started early. You both calm yourselves and you'll be back to feeling all warm and fuzzy just like you were on the dance floor a little while ago." She tilted her head to the left and smirked. "I'm the one that got you that horny anyway." 

"Huh?" Calvin asked. 

"Your drinks. I put a Roll in each one and that was why you were all over each other, well... all over each other more than you were earlier," Heather stated. 

"A roll?" Lisa whispered. 

"A pill... a drug... one that makes you feel like your in Heaven," she said. 

"They call it the date rape drug," Samuel said. His eyes locked with Lisa's in the rearview mirror and he grinned at the fear in her eyes. 

"Right," Heather said. "It's still in your system and if you'll calm down you'll still benefit from the results."

Calvin gritted his teeth and pulled Lisa closer. "Just close your eyes and rest sweetie." He told her. 

Heather however had different plans. "Shit, I don't think so. Open his pants." She waved the gun in the direction of her request and waited to see if Lisa would comply. 

Lisa's eyes grew wide. "But why?" she asked. She studied the gun and wondered how much of the woman's threat was real. 

"You do it, or when we get back to the hotel... I slice him up," Heather answered. 

Lisa shivered and worked free Calvin's cock after opening his jeans. His dick was limp, but the drug's effects were still there, proof of that appeared when he heard Heather's next command. "Suck it." 

Calvin felt his girlfriend's hands wrap around his tool and he groaned low when her mouth moved over and she pushed his rod into her sweet haven. He tried to ignore the pleasure of having her suck his cock, but he couldn't help reacting to her tongue and her experienced bobbing up and down on his growing shaft. 

"Sam you'll love her. She's taking all of him in. Suck his balls," Heather ordered. 

Calvin's breath caught in his throat as he watched Lisa release his thick cock and open her mouth. Her fingers gripped his family jewels and she fed them into to herself. "Oooo..." he muttered. His chest rose and fell. He fought hard not to buck against her, but eventually he lost the battle. He petted her hair and pushed her against his testicles. 

Heather smiled. Her pussy was growing hot with juice and she ran one of her fingers across her cunt. She dipped a long digit in and started to fuck herself. "His cock again," she gasped. 

Lisa left his balls wet and tight, her sex was slick and she vigorously rammed his tool down her throat. 

"Fuck yes, deep-throat him," Heather ordered as she rocked her hips against her hand. 

Calvin's eyes locked with Samuel's and he saw the driver smirk. "Come all over her," Samuel told Calvin. Calvin's eyes rolled back and his seed erupted into the warm cavern of his girl's mouth. "Arrrghhh..." he groaned as Lisa sucked his rod dry and licked it clean. 

She looked up at him and tucked herself against him again. She was to embarrassed to look at anyone else in the car. 

"Jesus man, you're gonna be fun," Heather sighed. She hadn't come, but it wouldn't take long before she did. "Just stroke her pussy while we ride the rest of the way home in silence. I know Samuel's gonna need a wet cunt to plow his big dick in and she's gonna be busy sucking my pussy so he can't use it." 

Lisa shivered in renewed fear, though her pulse was racing and her pussy was throbbing. 

Eventually, they reached the small hotel and Calvin's hopes of getting any help was dashed when he realized they didn't have to enter the hotel's main lobby to reach the outer room that Samuel and Heather had procured. 

Samuel regained the gun and got out of the car. He opened Calvin's door first and motioned for him to get out. He did. Lisa followed shortly after him and Heather walked around and fumbled with her purse until she located the magnetic keycard. She led them to the door of their room and slipped the key in while Samuel kept his gun trained on the couple ahead of him. 

Once inside the hotel Calvin turned to confront Samuel. One last ditch effort was made as he tried to reason with the man. He offered money and told them they'd never mention anything about what had occurred. He even offered to let them do whatever they wanted to him and just let Lisa go. Samuel only smirked and ordered them both to strip. 

Lisa stood still, not sure if the couple was serious or not, but the sudden appearance of Heather's knife convinced her. She scrambled to remove her heels and then her skirt dropped to the floor. Her panties were covered in her come from earlier as well as the fresh juices that had gathered from the forced blow job she'd given Calvin in the car. Her small halter top was the last thing to go and her breasts bounced free. A nod of approval came from Samuel and Lisa felt herself blush. 

Calvin had always loved Lisa's figure. She was a five-foot-seven piece of hot dynamite. Her body was trim and fit, her breasts proud and full. She had shaved her pussy before they left their home and he easily made out the evidence of her aroused state and wondered how much was the drug's affect on her and how much was the situation. They had played a little with rough sex and both found it arousing, but this was so far off the spectrum he wasn't sure what was affecting her and what wasn't.

Heather's voice brought him back to the situation at hand and he quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, jeans, boxers and shirt. His cock wasn't full, but it wasn't unaffected by the situation either. He felt Samuel shove him forward and he glared back at him. 

"Sit down," Sam ordered. He pointed to a red steel folding chair and Calvin did as he was told.

His eyes locked with Lisa's and he whispered, "Be brave baby." 

She chewed on her lower lip and nodded her head. 

"Jesus Christ you idiots. We're not wanting to hurt you. We just want to fuck you. I won't use this knife unless you refuse. Believe me after awhile you'll like what's happening, most everyone does," Heather said. Her voice was full of both sarcasm as well as assurance. 

Samuel grabbed Calvin's arms and pulled them behind the chair's back. He wrapped nylon cord around Calvin's wrists and then secured it tightly. He then bent down and secured each ankle to the rear legs, forcing Calvin's body to feel awkward and stretched. Samuel stood up, surveyed his handy work and then smirked. His hands wrapped around Calvin's cock and he stroked it until it was hard and thick. 

"Yea, we're gonna enjoy you too," he said after seeing Calvin's shocked expression. Samuel released Calvin's dick and turned to face Heather and Lisa. "Lay down Heather." 

Heather lay down on the center of the bed, having removed her clothing as Calvin was tied to the chair. Her eyes were full of hungry lust and she settled herself comfortably onto the center of the bed. The cool blankets hugged her form and she welcomed the difference in the temperature compared to her hot body. Her gaze moved over the sex toy she was about to enjoy and she watched Lisa shift nervously. 

Samuel moved behind Lisa and placed his arms on her hips. "Come on girl, it won't be that bad." He pushed her forward. 

Lisa bulked at the idea and twisted to the right in an attempt to put some distance between her and Samuel. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back to him. 

"Listen this is going to happen whether you want it to or not. Now you can make it easy or difficult. I don't care, but you will get on that bed and eat out that sloppy cunt." His voice was low and threatening. He trailed one finger down her cheek and she trembled in fear. His hand moved over her breast and he pinched the rounded flesh. 

Samuel turned her around, twisting her arm behind her back in the process and walked her to the bed. His cock jerked as he watched her climb on, a bit awkwardly but she did manage it. "Good girl."

Lisa could smell the cunt in front of her. She looked over to Calvin and saw his hard dick. Her gazed traveled to his eyes and she read the unspoken apology in them. She understood and turned back to the trimmed pussy that lay beneath her. Samuel's grip eased and eventually was gone entirely when he let go of her arm. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue over Heather's wet slit. 

Calvin watched his girlfriend begin her forced meal and his cock jumped. Calvin strained too as he tried to free himself of the knotted nylon. It was pointless. He realized this and prayed for Lisa to cooperate. When her fingers moved up to open the lips of Heather's cunt he groaned low and long. He couldn't see everything from where he was at, but he saw plenty. The chair had been positioned close to the bed he barely had to work at seeing what was going on. He saw Lisa's tongue and fingers work the wet patch of flesh. Her teeth pulled on Heather's clit and then the soft curls of trimmed pubic hairs. 

Samuel's cock was in his hand. He stroked it as he gazed at both women. He heard the slurping of pussy juices and saw Heather's face contort as she enjoyed the sandy texture of the girl's tongue running laps in and out of her precious cunt. His free hand ran up Lisa's thigh and he pressed her legs apart as he climbed onto the bed. 

"Please don't do this," Lisa whimpered, leaving Heather's cunt for a moment. She looked back at Samuel and saw his massive rod coming toward her. Her pussy clenched tight in anticipation, from fear or desire, she wasn't sure.

"Please...You don't have to do this. We can stop... I can leave. We won't..." Her words were drowned out by the gasp that escaped her lips as Samuel plunged his cock into her sex. 

Calvin jerked hard against the rope, but all he did was force the chair to move slightly closer to the bed. He felt pre cum escape his cock as he watched Samuel start to fuck Lisa's pussy. His eyes glazed with a mixture of anger and arousal. 

Heather smirked as she took a moment to watch her lover rape the woman's cunt. Her gaze moved from Lisa's look of anguished pleasure to Calvin's mirrored expression. She knew she'd been right about the couple. When she saw them gyrating all over each in the middle of the dancing crowd, she knew they would be the type to get off on watching others fuck as well as being fucked by others while their partners looked on. Her hand slid back to Lisa's hair and she jerked her face around and poised it over her soaked pussy. "Get back to work. I told you in the car you'd be fucking my cunt while he fucked you" 

Lisa closed her eyes and returned to drinking the fluids from the velvet flesh of her rapist. Her tongue swept each side of the delicate lips, before it wedged itself inside the tender entrance. She tongue-fucked the other woman over and over, licking and prodding her until Heather screamed for her to use a finger. Lisa pushed in two digits and rolled them right and left before scrapping the fleshy sides with her nails. 

She moaned into the slick juices as Samuel pounded her sex. Her muscles clamped down on his shaft and she felt her body threaten to explode all over his dick. She fought the urge to join in his thrusts by pushing back. She couldn't believe how wet her body was and how her pulse raced. The tension was building and she knew she'd be betraying her will-power faster than she ever had before. 

Samuel heard her whimpered moan and smiled. He looked over to Calvin. "She's liking it. Fuck man, she's tight. You're one lucky S. O. B." He raised his hand and slapped Lisa's up raised ass. 

Lisa reared up and cried out in shock, refusing to admit to the pleasure she was feeling too. Her body admitted it though. No longer was she able to fight her attackers. She drove her ass back and clenched Samuel's cock. Her mouth went back to devouring the cunt before her and she no longer thought of what was happening, but what she was feeling. Over and over she ran her mouth up and down the rosy cunt while she bucked back and forth again the hard cock inside her. 




Losing Control



I was 33 when we first met: Kerry was 25. She was single but on the rebound from an expired relationship with a childhood sweetheart. I was married but, for all kinds of reasons, it had started to wobble. Kerry's job as a rep brought her into contact with my office from time to time and she got an invite to our office Christmas party in 1980 which is where it all began.

She wasn't exactly what you'd call drop dead gorgeous but she had auburn hair and a stunning figure with boobs several sizes too big for her frame. We met and fell for each other and after the party we drove to her flat and spent the whole night fucking each other senseless. She said that she had never been fucked for that duration before and I had simply never been fucked – in the sense of having someone on top of me giving me as good as I was giving them. 

Somehow we both knew that this was destined to be much more than a one-night stand.

And so our long affair began. For the next few months we saw as much of each other as we could and the sex of course continued, although I was occasionally aware that I might not be the only name in her little black book, as it were. There wasn't much I could say, however, as I was still living under the same roof as my wife in what was, by now, a doomed relationship but I couldn't just walk out as Kerry wanted me to do.

So bit by bit I dismantled the marriage until a big argument erupted and I took the opportunity to walk out of the marital home. I got a flat and saw Kerry almost every night but, for various reasons, it was still too early for us to move in together...... this we did a year or so after we had first met.

Kerry was the first (and only) person in my life with a sex drive equal to mine; in some ways it was greater than mine and we used to joke about this. What was new to her was my fantasy about wife/partner sharing and this theme crept into our love-making to the point where the adrenaline was missing for both of us unless I was fucking her mind with those fantasies as well as fucking her body.

When I told her the truth about what I had once done during my marriage [see "1972" in Loving Wives] I had to suppress the noise of her orgasm for fear of our being evicted from the flat. Time and time again she asked to hear all the lurid details – on one occasion this happened when she was driving us in her car to the Lake District with my hand frantically working away inside her panties.

What I didn't realise was the degree to which, slowly but surely, I was forging what would turn out to be the means of my own downfall.

*

We bought a small cottage together about 14 miles out of town, nothing too spectacular as Kerry didn't earn all that much and I was on the receiving end of a costly divorce which would prove a drain on resources for some time to come.

Our sex together was simply the best I had ever had, nearly always enhanced by the sharing of what, by now, had become mutual fantasies.

Kerry still wanted to maintain a degree of independence which was fine by me. She had her job of course, as I had mine, and the first warning sign came soon after we had moved in together. A year earlier (when things between us were still a bit uncertain) she had arranged to go on holiday for a week with her parents to Greece and on the appointed date, off she went with me driving her to the airport. Some weeks after she returned I found some photos (which she had hidden) of a man on a beach at night wearing only a satisfied smile. The truth came out....Kerry and he had met at the hotel and spent several nights together. He was from France and they had no intentions of seeing each other again: it had just been one of those brief holiday romances – a 'fling!'

Fling or not, we ended up having a violent row, in the course of which Kerry eventually got round me by saying:

"Just treat it like another fantasy: you like the idea of me getting screwed by someone else, don't you?" She knew just how to handle me and so I ended up fucking her as hard as I had done on our first night together and she just couldn't believe it ( when I thought about it afterwards, neither could I ) The boundary between fantasy and reality had taken one more step along the road to extinction.

There followed numerous instances when Kerry told me during sex of people she had met and flirted with (or worse) – mostly through her job – and I was left to work out for myself whether this was fantasy, reality or a mixture of both. Whichever was correct, it began not to matter; it always had the desired effect and the sex continued to be unbelievable.

I was flirting too – who doesn't – but I was actually staying loyal to Kerry as far as actual sex was concerned and I began to see a longer-term future for the two of us together. There were lots of ups and downs of course, but also times when I really thought this was it: I was in love.

Over the next couple of years together things stayed at the same level except that Kerry had started to become more of an exhibitionist. When she fancied someone she would make it obvious even when I was there with her. Part of me enjoyed this (I loved the idea of other men lusting after her) but it did make me wonder what was happening when I wasn't there.

*

Kerry and I did agree at one point that we wouldn't cheat on each other by fucking around behind the other's back.

Once during this period we went away for a week to the City of Bath and stayed at a small hotel. Our room on the ground floor had a large low window which looked directly onto the hotel car park at the rear of the building. One evening when we returned to our room after dinner there was a large Transit type van parked right up against our window, and we could easily hear the two men inside the van talking. Kerry refused to let me draw the blinds and stripped off in front of the window (remember those fabulous tits?) and we then fucked on the bed in full view, as if oblivious to their presence.

Whether she was serious or not I'll never know but she then asked me if I wanted to invite them into our room. At the time I guess the fantasy was good enough without invoking the reality – at least it was to me - and so the blinds eventually got drawn. Slowly but surely Kerry was playing me at my own game and winning.

So there is the backcloth for what happened next in the autumn of 1984. It may be a bit long and drawn out but it puts into context the most exciting yet most destructive event in the whole of my sexual life.

I'm a lawyer and in those days in the early 1980s I used to spend quite a bit of time in court, often dealing with petty crime and family law matters. To some extent, I could make up my own hours, which I often did.

So, one day in the autumn of 1984 after a court case collapsed I decided at short notice to take the afternoon off and so I drove home to our cottage. When I got there I was surprised to see Kerry's car parked on the drive as she would normally have been at work at that time.

Also parked outside was a small white van which meant that I had to park a little way down the road and walk back. As I entered the front door I heard the unmistakable sounds of panic from above. The stairs were directly in front of the door I had just entered so, without thinking, I called out Kerry's name and nervously went upstairs.

Maybe I should explain at this point that our cottage was very small. The front door opened straight into the living room, beyond which there was a large kitchen/dining room. The stairs, which came down directly into the sitting room (opposite to the front door) led straight into the main bedroom, beyond which were a bathroom and a guest bedroom.

The two men, both I guess in their 20s and complete strangers to me, were obviously very surprised and embarrassed.

*

Kerry was standing next to one of them but it seemed clear that a few seconds earlier, judging by the state of the bedding, one or all of them had been lying on our large double bed. The men were fumbling with their clothing, obviously getting dressed as hurriedly as they could.

I know this may sound silly but one thing that upset me as much as anything was what Kerry was wearing. 

On top she had a boob-tube (which she often wore) but the skirt she had on was a very special one that, as far as I knew, she only ever wore for me in the bedroom. It was like a tennis skirt, navy, pleated and very short. I believe that Kerry had had it since she was a teenager but it was far too revealing to wear outside the house. She had once put it on for me in the bedroom as a kind of joke and after that it was only ever worn when she wanted sex because she knew what effect it had on me. It was her "Fuck Me" skirt and she put it on for one reason and one reason only!

The two men made as if you leave and Kerry suddenly said, "Don't go. We want you to stay: both of us" 

I stood there, too confused and angry to say anything at first but Kerry opened her mouth and ran her tongue around the inside of her lips suggestively, so that was that. I was as hard as a rock inside my pants and I mumbled 

"No, you don't have to go"  and then, in my trance-like state of shock, I found myself rather stupidly asking if they wanted me to get some drinks to which the answer was "yes". Downstairs in the kitchen my hands wouldn't stop trembling and shaking as I tried to compose myself with a shot or two of whisky.

[Years later, when I think back to this incident – which I often do – I find myself wishing that I had asked if they'd like any tea with their crumpet! Another of those lines we wish we had said but, at the time, weren't quick enough off the mark]

I think I must have been downstairs in the kitchen for a good five minutes and, at first, could only hear talking from upstairs.

Then it started!!!

Our bedroom was almost directly above and, not only could I hear the unmistakable creaking of the bed, it sounded as if the ceiling itself might come down at any moment. I went back upstairs!

Kerry was lying across the bed with her boob-tube around her neck and one of the men holding her arms up above her head and eating her face and tits. The other man was pounding his very stiff cock into Kerry's wet pussy with his trousers round his ankles and her skirt pushed up to her waist........... her panties were somewhere on the floor.

*

The noises they were making – oblivious to my presence – were pulling my mind in one direction and my body in the other. It was torture and went on for longer than I care to remember as I stood there, just watching, with a lump in my throat and a bigger one in my trousers.

The man who was holding her down was starting to look a bit uncomfortable at me just standing there watching – still wearing my suit – and he said

"She asked us here mate. We didn't break in or anything" I was thinking how to reply when Kerry joined in the conversation and said,

"Don't worry about him. He's been dying to watch me do this for ages" Again I felt betrayed as one of my private fantasies was out of the bag as they all laughed.

When the first man had finished off inside Kerry's pussy it was time for them to switch places but she was not happy anymore with me just standing there and said to me,

"Either join in or fuck off – just don't stand there with that sorry look on your face" 

I said something like "Why don't you two fuck off. I live here, this is my place"  and after a bit of unfriendly discussion along those lines the two men got dressed and started to leave. Kerry was not very happy at this but went downstairs with them and as she was showing them out I heard her say 

"He'll be OK. Come back sometime after six"

At this stage it was about 2.30 in the afternoon.

The next couple of hours were among the strangest I can remember. After my anger had subsided we talked, and I reminded Kerry that we had agreed not to fuck anyone else unless we were both there and in full agreement. She had no idea that I might come home early. Would she have told me what had happened? Was this the first time? It also emerged that the two men had been there at the cottage since about mid-day so I had not exactly arrived in time for the start of the show. 

But Kerry knew me too well, and all my weaknesses besides, and within an hour and a half of the men leaving I had her hands tied to the bed head (a favourite routine for both of us) and, still with her "Fuck Me" skirt on I was rubbing then licking those irresistible sex lips beneath her tuft of wet curly pussy hair, followed by more sensational sex! Was I in heaven or in hell? I was past caring.

I had almost forgotten that I had heard Kerry inviting the men to return later and when I mentioned this to her she bit her lip and said,

"I'm sorry, I can't explain it but sometimes it just isn't enough to pretend. Let's do it just this once and then talk about it again"  She also told me that she loved me – I was "the love of her life" and she wanted us to stay together.

*

It was sometime after 8 pm when the doorbell rang. The two men were back and smelt heavily of booze, having obviously come straight from the pub!

In the intervening period between the two men leaving and then returning, Kerry and I had agreed that, if the men returned, we would not invite them back into our bedroom. Instead, the plan was for the four of us to go for a drive in my car (which at the time was a large Volvo) and see where the road would lead, as it were. Kerry and I knew a spot in the middle of the forest, not too far away, where it was possible to indulge in sexual antics far away from the likelihood of being disturbed by anyone else, especially at night. This was also a bit closer to the 'mind games' which we had been playing with each other for the past few years.

Unfortunately the two men seemed to have other ideas! They came into the cottage and started to take control of the situation in a way which made both Kerry and I feel more than a little uneasy. By now she had changed into more sensible clothing – a jumper and long skirt, although underneath she had put on stockings and suspenders for our planned adventure in the forestry.

Ignoring our suggestion that we all go out for a drive (and no doubt affected by what they had had to drink) the two men were putting their arms around Kerry and treating her like their property, mauling her tits through her jumper as if getting her ready there and then for more of the same treatment from earlier in the day. When we both tried to protest about this, whilst trying not to antagonise them, one of the men started to push Kerry up the stairs while the other came towards me and was telling me, in effect, to keep out of it – in my own bloody house! 

Our voices got a bit loud and then there was a noise from outside the cottage. Someone came to the door and the man who was confronting me opened it and into our cottage came two more men who closed and locked the door behind them.

My heart sank, not only at this new intrusion into our privacy but I was immediately able to recognise one of these newcomers. I had seen him several times in court – and I don't mean sitting on the bench! He looked at me as if he knew me from somewhere but luckily, at that stage, he couldn't place me in my casual shirt and jeans.

(It is often the case in my experience that, outside the court setting, people often can't recall where they know you from –even sometimes very soon after the event)

Anyway, the men obviously had their own ideas about what they were going to do and, for the time being, Kerry and I were simply no longer in control of our own destiny. The man I had recognised followed Kerry and the other man upstairs and I was forced down into a chair in our sitting room by the other two men whose job it was to stop me from interfering with their plans for the rest of the evening!!

*

This was all obviously prearranged which became clear as they produced a roll of sticky tape (duct tape I believe) which they used to secure me to the chair in a seated position. They even switched on the TV and said sarcastically

"We don't want you getting bored granddad!"

As all this was happening I heard laughter and a loud roar from upstairs which made my heart sink even further. In all the confusion I had stupidly forgotten to remove the ties which were still attached to the top corners of the bed and so, yet again, another aspect of our private lives was put on display and ridiculed.

I could only guess what they were doing – all four of them – to Kerry in our bedroom. I couldn't hear much of what was being said because of the noise of the television but I could hear the constant pounding of the bed springs and the floorboards above me. I didn't find out until afterwards that they had re-tied Kerry's hands to the top of the bed and used her stockings to tie her ankles to the bottom corners after removing her jumper and skirt and then ripping off her panties.

They then each took turns to fuck her in that position and, when they'd had enough of that, she was turned face down, tied again to the top and our pillows pushed under her middle so that her bum was lifted in the air.

She was then fucked all over again and, several times in this position, the men had fucked her anally, obviously by now looking for a tighter hole than her stretched pussy. Those not fucking her at any one time were busily engaged with the rest of her body which I later saw covered in scratches and love bites especially on those fabulous tits, with some also on her neck, arms and back.

During this whole final episode which lasted several hours, one or other of the men would come downstairs to help themselves to food from the fridge and to the contents of the drinks cabinet. As this was happening I was being goaded with comments regarding Kerry's attributes which I would rather not repeat.

The man I had recognised from court was still trying to work out how he knew me and then, above our drinks cabinet, he saw my framed copy of my Bar Certificate hanging on the wall, and then the penny dropped. He had remembered who I was and his memory was not a happy one.

"Fucking bastard" he spat at me, and rushed upstairs to share the information with the others. At this time Kerry was apparently still lying face down with her bum in the air and the first I knew of what was now happening was the sound of something swishing through the air and landing on flesh with a loud thwack, then all the men laughing. 

*

Kerry, who had never been into spanking or anything along those lines, was squealing and crying "No" as her luscious bum and the backs of her legs were covered with lashes from what turned out to be two of her wide leather belts taken from a drawer, each being wielded by someone on either side of the bed.

I must have counted at least thirty blows and heard someone shouting :

"That's what happens to lawyers' fucking slut wives!!!"

If there was any consolation, at least by the end of Kerry's punishment the men had had enough and slowly they left, grinning at me and making crude comments and the usual gestures with their arms and clenched fists.

They knew only too well that we would be too embarrassed ever to do anything in the way of reporting what had happened and besides, Kerry having effectively consented to what had happened at the outset, of what was there to complain? 

Before leaving, one of the men had untied Kerry's hands and she eventually came down to release me. Her face, hair, breasts and legs were covered in dried semen, as was most of our bedding and pillows. The bites and scratches on her body were extensive and her bum and legs were bright red and covered in strap marks which (luckily) didn't last for more than a day or two.




Losing Control



We slept in each other's arms that night without saying very much. The full details of what had happened in the bedroom would trickle out over the next week or two as we desperately tried to rekindle what was left of our sex life together. But something had changed for both of us: we couldn't exactly say what, we just knew it would never be the same ever again.

The end occurred rather less dramatically only a few months later, soon after Christmas that year, when Kerry left to set up home with someone else she had met...... I have hated Christmas ever since.

The cottage was eventually sold as I just couldn't bear to stay there anymore and, although I still live in the area, over 20 years later I still cannot bring myself to travel down that road – not because of what happened that day (which I cannot help but remember whether I wish to or not) but because of what might have been.

I miss you Kerry. If only we could have stayed together until a time when our memories were sufficient without the need to tear our lives apart just to create more of them. 

As it is, I will forever be lookingback. That's my name and that's my fate!

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Losing Control



Hi, my name is Annalisa Derkins. I am 25 years old and if I do say so myself I look damn good. I am 5'8", 150lbs, blood red hair, icy blue eyes, luscious DSL (dick sucking lips), a clear peachy cream complexion, I am trim from working out, my bra is a 36D, and I have enough ass to turn heads. 

I have never had a problem getting what I want from men and even occasionally from women as well. I like to play the field, have fun, and always coming out the winner. I have always felt that the best way to accomplish all three was to be in total control. The story I am about to tell you is how I lost total control and still got everything I wanted.

I went to Night's Last Kiss, a club I rarely go to, where I spotted a dish I knew I had to have for the night. He was at least 6'4", 215 lbs, built like a warrior, tanned skin, smoky grey eyes, jet black hair that looked like it could use a trim but still looked sexy as hell on him, and lips I could kiss all night long. He looked like the original bad boy in faded blue jeans tight black t-shirt and leather jacket.

I was dressed to kill in my little red silk dress, it was low cut, spaghetti cut, clingy, and barely covered my ass, my hair was down and flowing over my shoulders, and I had on a new pair of red strappy four inch heels. (Yes I know I have a thing for red.)

My blue eyes met his grey ones and I could feel my making my way to him but just as I got close enough to talk to he turned away and pulled the blonde beside him onto the dance floor. I stood there in shock watching as he and the blonde started dancing more and more erotically. 

As you may have guessed by now I don't bow down under a little pressure. I sashayed over to the bar ordered a shot of Jack, downed it, and then worked my way over to the dance floor and danced by myself. I could feel the music rushing through me, turning me on. With my eyes shut I started rubbing my hands over my body I could feel the moisture between my legs growing.

I opened my eyes to see my mystery man coming my way. Our eyes met again but I didn't go to him it was his turn to come to me. I didn't see the blonde anywhere in sight. He walked up beside me keeping eye contact with me the whole time and kissed the brunette standing next to me; not just a peck of a kiss I mean get a god damn room kiss.

I was pissed I had never in my 25 years been dismissed and humiliated so much before now. With a growl that sounded scary even to my own ears I turned my back on them and made my way to the exit.

I decided to walk home my night was ruined and I needed to blow off some steam. It was a good three mile walk to my apartment about half way there I felt as if I could feel his eyes on me again but remembered him kissing the brunette and knew it was impossible so I just ignored the tingling sensation.

As I reached my block I felt a solid hand grip my shoulder. I spun around ready for a fight after the night I had, had I was ready to stick my 4inch stiletto up someone's ass. To my surprise I came face to face with my mystery man and felt the top explode on my anger once and for all.

"You." I growled as I raised my hand to slap him. As my hand was about to make contact he grabbed my wrist and the next thing I know my hand is behind my back and my back is pressed up against him and he is kissing me neck.

"I couldn't very well make it easy for you my dear Annalisa." He purred, "Don't you know that anything worth having never is."

"You... you humiliated and dismissed me I was not about to hang around and take another God damn second of your dismissive behavior." I raged at him but as he kept working on my neck cause heat to spread through my body and build between my thighs.

"Why don't we go in your apartment and finish this in there?" He questioned.

"And why would I want to do something like that?" I replied.

"We both know you want me and I want you, why don't we just stop fighting it?" He said.

I know I shouldn't think with my pussy but damn the thing he was doing to me where driving me nuts. I lead him to the apartment in haste. When we got in the elevator he pinned me to the wall hiking my leg up around his thigh as his lips met mine in a scorching kiss. As I opened my mouth in a gasp of ecstasy his tongue sliding into my mouth promising heaven.

I could feel his cock hard against my dripping wet pussy grinding into me. I was so wrapped up in the sensation I didn't even notice the elevator had come to a stop and the doors had opened till he lowered my leg and pulled me out of the elevator. 

I took the lead and turned us right to head to my apartment. As we approached the door I reached into my small hand bag and pulled out my key. Unlocking the door was harder than normal with him right behind me kissing on my neck. As I heard the lock click I realized that I didn't even know is name.

I turned to face him, "Do you have a name sexy?"

"Aiden." He simply said and that was good enough for me.

As I opened the door as was wrapped me in his embrace pulling the straps of my dress down as he sucked on my ear lobe. I turned in his embrace so I my breast were now on display for him. He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. 

He lifted his head and whispered against my lips, "Where's the bedroom?"

I pointed down the short hall to the left. Before I could say anything more he lifted my legs around his waist so that my bare pussy was rubbing against his hard cock through the rough denim of his jeans. As he started walking across the room to the hall I couldn't take it any more I needed his hard strong dick inside my wet aching cunt.

I reached my hand between our bodies and undid his jeans to my surprise and pleasure he was going commando. I wrapped my hand around his cock and was even more pleased to find that he was huge and would be more than able to fill me. Knowing I was more than ready for him I placed him at my entrance for I second I had my doubts about being able to take him but before I could worry much about it I found myself pinned the hard cold wall of the hall way and his hard hot body.

He slid into me in one slow thrust. I could feel the sting as he stretched me well beyond my limit but loving the sensation. Once he was buried to the hilt deep inside my tight wet cunt he paused for a few moments to allow my body to adjust to his wondrous size. Then he started rocking his hips barely moving but I could feel every movement and feel myself start to build up to a burning inferno that would soon burn me alive.

Suddenly as if something inside him had snapped he pulled all the way out and slammed back into me with such force I wandered if the wall would hold us. He pulled out again and I could feel myself getting close to the edge he seemed to know just how I liked it but this time he pulled all the way out and asked which door was the bedroom.

Feeling a since of loss and angry for being denied when I was so close I said nothing. I guess he had decided he didn't need my help because he started opening doors. The last door he opened was my bedroom. He stole a quick glance around the room then grinned wickedly as his gaze landed on my queen size bed that's head board was made of golden bars. He tossed me on the bed rather roughly then reached into his jacket. I couldn't see what he pulled out as he leaned over me and pulled my hands up to the one of the golden bars of my head board.

"My sweet Annalisa, you like to be in control but it's time you learn the pleasure of surrendering." He said as I felt metal enclose my wrist.

Stunned at first I tried to pull my hands down when reality sank in he had handcuffed me to my own bed, MY OWN BED. I was outraged and secretly a little turned on by the thought but would not admit it I needed to have control.

"How dare you?" I hissed.

He seemed pleased at my anger but said not a word as he crawled on the bed beside. He lifted up my dress so that my bottom half was on show for him. He ever so slowly ran his hand up my thigh and lightly touched me where I ached the most but I would not give up control and I would not beg.

"You will give up control by the end of the night love." He stated then stood abruptly and walk out of the room.

How dare he leave me like this? I torn between being turned on and being pissed to my surprise being turned on was winning. By the time he came back into the room with a bowl of something I was totally horny but my pride would not be so easily swayed.

"My lovely Annalisa, are you ready to give up that control? No, maybe I can persuade you." He said.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this?" I asked.

"Well your master of course my sweets but you will learn that soon enough." He replied sitting the bowl on the night stand then lighting a candle.

As he set down on the bed beside me scooted away from him. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes as he reached over and pulled me back to him. Then he reached down and cuffed my legs a part spread eagle. I struggled a bit just for the fun of it because I really was starting to get turned on.

Once he had me secured to my bed he slowly ran his fingers up my inner thigh sending shivers up and down my body. He stopped right before he touched my secret place leaving me wanting and frustrated. I growled my dismay and he simply laughed reaching in the bowl for what I could now see were ice cubes. He took one out and slowly circled each nipple making them so hard I thought they had become stone.

He then trailed the ice between my breasts slowly down my stomach circled my belly button then slide it down to my clit. He held it on there with one hand and reached over with the other to get the candle he lit before. Slowly he poured its hot wax between my breasts following the trail he had just made with the ice.

I arched toward the burning sensation. The contrast of hot and cold on my body was driving me nuts. It took all my strength to hold back the moan that was building deep inside me. He lightly trailed his finger over the wax as it hardened.

"You like that don't you?" He whispered as he kissed each nipple lightly making me want more.

"Fuck you." I breathed.

"Oh, I plan to." He replied with an evil grin.

He slowly peeled the hardened wax off my body then reached into the bowl to retrieve another ice cube. He held the ice cube on each nipple in turn till they were numb then replaced the cube to the bowl and bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth. The hot warm velvet of his mouth sucking on put me on the brink of orgasm. He lifted his head to look at me and I knew he could see the need in my eyes.

"All you have to do is ask my sweet." He said.

I bit my bottom lip refusing to answer and he laughed, "You will give up control."

Then he stood and slowly stripped. The sight of his hard naked body almost made me beg on the spot but what he did next was pure torture. He crawled on the bed and knelt between my legs bending so that his mouth was at my sex. He slowly licked my slit avoiding my clit. Over and over is slow agonizing torture getting me so close but never letting me have my release.

Once I got to the point where I thought I was going to self combust I knew there was only one thing that would make him give me what my body needed, I was going to have to beg. I was to the point where I no longer cared when the word "Please." ripped from my throat in agonizing torment.

"Please, what Annalisa?" He replied.

"Please let me cum." I begged.

He grinned a self satisfied smile as he bent his head once more and took my clit in his mouth sucking hard and nipping with his teeth. As he shoved two fingers deep inside me I let out a scream of pure ecstasy as I felt myself come for him. He kept pumping his fingers hard in and out of me making me ride the wave higher. I could feel my muscles gripping him as I felt myself slowly start to come back to earth. 

While I was still withering in the aftermath he crawled up my body and kissed me deep as he shoved his cock deep inside me. Filling me to the hilt he paused for a moment letting my body adjust before he started pumping long, slow, deep thrust. In no time at all I could feel myself building to another climax. I stared into his smoky grey eyes and knew he would me let me climax again without me giving up more control. 

He kept the pace even and steady driving me insane. I finally let out a well of frustration and begged. He laughed and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I am your Master now you will come when I say." 

He then bit my neck sending a shot of adrenaline straight through my body. He then pulled out of me and undid my feet restraints and twisted my body so that my hands were twisted and I was lying on my belly. Pulling my hips up till I was on my knees he then laid a hard spank on my left ass cheek. 

Then without hesitation thrust into my wet cunt as far as he could. I moaned at the sudden and rough sensation. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that he could place a rough kiss on my lips. Then he began slamming his cock deep and had inside me. The sound of our skin slapping together was making me even wetter. 

"God you're so wet for me. Do you feel how hard you make me?" He asked in a husky voice.

Knowing that I no longer had any control and more surprisingly didn't care I decided to go for broke and moaned my reply, "Yes, Master Aiden."

"MMM good girl, I want you to come for me now." He said as he reached around and tugged on my clit with his fingers as he rammed harder into making me come instantly.

He pumped into me a few more times before pulling out of me and flipping me over yet again. He placed my ankles on his shoulders slamming back into me. "You're so tight Annalisa, God you make my cock so hard." He said.

He pumped into me a few more times before pulling out of me and placing his cock in his hand with my ankles still on his shoulders he came on my breast and face. It was so enticing and demeaning at the same time that I came again.

He left me cuffed to the bed as he left the room. When he returned he had a wet wash cloth he then cleaned and un-cuffed me. Pulling me into his side as he lay back on the bed he whispered in my ear, "Your mine now sweet Annalisa."

"Yes, Master Aiden all yours." I replied before falling asleep.

~THE END~ 



Losing Control



Author's note

I was, and still am, quite confused whether this story belongs here or in non-consent. I have, however, decided to post it under Erotic Coupling based on the overall tone of the story. I hope I made the right decision.

The little bit of non-consent that is in the story is nothing too rough. But if that's definitely not your thing then…

The story also has a bit of a slow build-up, where the atmosphere is set in the first part. But it definitely builds up to a lot of sex as the story progresses, so I hope you will read it till the end.

This is only my second story and I would love to get feedback on what I am doing right and what I need to work on, so if you like it, love it or hate it, do drop a line.

*All the characters in the story are 18 years of age or above.*

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Lisa set the model she was carrying on the table and took a couple of steps back to admire it. She compared it to the models kept on either side of it and permitted herself a little smug smile. It looked better, at least, than the two right beside it.

Her team had been working on the project for over a week now. In fact, Lisa with a lot of persuasion had got permission to stay late and deliver their model herself to the lab. The professor had given her the keys in the strictest confidence and she felt a flicker of pride as she locked the lab doors and pocketed the keys.

She stepped out into the corridor to see the clouds gather and start to drizzle. 

She thought to herself, 'If I hurry, I might just make it home before it starts pouring heavily.' Lisa didn't like getting wet.

But as she stepped into the rain, her resolve wavered. It's not the rain she objected to, but the sticky, wet feeling you had to put up with till you changed out of the wet clothes and dried yourself.

'But,' she thought, 'I am going to go straight home, which is hardly a 15 minute walk from the school.'

So she indulged herself. She walked as slow as possible to the next building, and by the time she reached her empty classroom, her t-shirt and skirt were damp and stuck to her body, curving across her breasts and ass. Lisa tugged at the skirt self-consciously and quickly stuffed all her things into her bag.

She turned towards the door to leave and stopped.

There was someone already standing at the door. Lisa's heart started pounding as she stood and looked at him, hoping that her face would not reflect what she felt at seeing him there. Alone.

It couldn't really be Jack standing there and looking at her like that? Could it?

Lisa blinked a couple of times to check if he was real.

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Lisa had an inherent respect for rules. She understood them and therefore she could work with them. She knew the hidden rules and codes of a high school and understood the perks if you worked within the system. She put in the work and did what she had to do. Her planning had been meticulous and now in her senior year, she had everything.

Her grades were exactly what they should be to get her into an Ivy League school. She was a dancer and had enough extra-curricular activities on her resume to impress anyone. She had enough friends to have an active social life. And to top it all off, she had the perfect boyfriend. Star Quarterback in the school's football team, Jeremy was the dream of almost every girl in school. Tall, handsome, smart, funny, caring; he was the ideal boyfriend. 

Lisa's high school life was perfect except for one little thing.

Jack.

The first time Lisa saw him was when she was walking to the water fountain. She bent over to get a drink when she got a peculiar feeling at the back of her neck, a feeling that someone was looking at her. She turned to see him standing near a locker a few feet away from her, staring at her. 

She looked at him and took in his scuffed shirt, frayed jeans and shoes that cried for a polish, her eyes slowly rose to meet his to sneer at him and she was taken aback at the intensity of his gaze.

When he saw her turn, he lifted his gaze up to meet hers and Lisa was surprised by the raw desire she saw in his eyes when they locked on hers. It hit her like a bolt of lightning and she felt as if every nerve end of her body was on fire. She felt heat rise up to her face but was unable to break away from his gaze.

"Jack!" She heard a female voice scream over the noise of the crowd, shattering the moment and Lisa saw him turn. He looked at the girl who had screamed his name and smiled at her, quickly changing his expression.

The girl walked up to him and put his hand around his waist and said something. He smiled and started walking away with her.

Lisa kept following them with her eyes, but he never turned to look at her again.

She later found out by very careful and guarded questioning that the girl's name was Mindy. She was Jack's girlfriend. Both of them were seniors too, but did not participate much in the school activities. Not surprisingly, no one in her circle seemed to know much about them.

Lisa was careful in keeping her questioning to a minimum to keep any curiosity from arising in anyone's mind. She didn't want anyone, not even Jeremy, especially not Jeremy, to find out about this incident. She had worked very hard at creating this life for her. She wasn't going to let something this small jeopardize everything.

But she was surprised to note that she disliked Mindy. 

Lisa didn't believe in wasting time in liking and disliking people. According to her, there were people who mattered and people who didn't. You keep people who matter to you close and disregard people who don't. 

Lisa was afraid to ask herself why Mindy mattered. She was afraid of finding out. 

This disturbed her. But she was careful enough to not let anyone find out about this.

After that incident, she seemed to run into Jack a lot more often. He never came up to her to say anything, never acknowledged her presence with any sign but just looked at her in a way that was highly intrusive. It always sent a thrill of fear and excitement down her spine.

She found herself thinking of him as she dressed for school in the mornings. And when he looked at her, whatever she wore, seemed to feel shorter, tighter and more revealing than what was in the morning when she had picked out her outfit.

When she thought maybe she ought to feel guilty about what was happening, she told herself it was nothing.

Technically, it was just another guy looking at her.

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Blinking didn't help. He was still there at the end of it.

Lisa just stood there, caught in his stare, unable to move. 

She saw his gaze flicker down to her chest and she looked down at herself. Her nipples were hard and were showing through the wet T-shirt sticking to her body.

Lisa quickly put her bag in front of her chest and tried to walk past him at the door. He moved a little and blocked her way.

"You are blocking my way." She pointed out to him, making her voice a bit stern to cover up the loud beating of her heart.

"We need to talk." He stood his ground.

"Sure. We'll talk tomorrow, at lunch? I really need to go home now." She tried to keep my voice steady, desperate to get out while she still had some semblance of control over the situation.

She tried to squeeze past him when he put a hand up at the side of the door and blocked her way completely. She banged into his arm with her shoulders and immediately stepped back.

"No. I'd rather we talk now."

"About what?" 

"About us." He took a step closer as he said this. She took an instinctive step back. When he said 'us' in his deep voice, a fire erupted at the pit of her stomach, Lisa couldn't tell if it was nervous excitement or plain stark fear.

"What about us?" she asked him, hoping he didn't catch the wobble in her voice.

But she already knew…

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Kelly was Lisa's lookout as she changed into her costume for the solo dance competition in the empty classroom at the end of the corridor near the dumpster. 

It was a lot of hassle dragging Kelly along, as all the classrooms, as per some stupid and nonsensical school rule, had no blinds or bolts on the door. But Lisa had chosen it after giving a lot of consideration to all the other options.

As she explained to Kelly, she couldn't have changed from home. The costume that she was planning on wearing was a little too provocative for even her liberal parents. Changing in the girl's room was out, she didn't want the entire school to know what she was going to wear even before the competition started.

And that left them with an empty classroom.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Kelly sat with her back against the corridor window and started chattering about what she heard the other girls were wearing. "I don't know what Cameron is going to be wearing but I heard it's pretty daring. But she can't dance to save her life, so she must compensate for that somehow." Her voice trailed away as she saw Lisa put on a long skirt that came down and covered her feet, over the mini skirt that she was already wearing.

"That, is provocative?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"I am going to take it off on-stage. It's part of a dance move." Lisa winked with a smile.

"Hot", said Kelly grinning.

"And this is what I am wearing on top." Lisa held up a skimpy piece of cloth which looked like it'd barely cover anything. "It's stretchable, but of course I can't wear anything underneath it." Grinning openly now, peeling off her bra and letting it fall on the floor.

"And here I was, thinking that Cameron's trying to over compensate with her costume." Kelly teased.

Lisa snarled and threw the top she was holding towards Kelly and took a step towards her, stepped on her skirt and heard it rip.

Lisa gasped. "Kelly!" she cried in a strangled voice.

"Don't panic. I am sure we can fix it", said Kelly, laughing hard now. "Stand still and let me check." She kneeled in front of her.

Lisa covered her bare breasts with her hands awkwardly and wished Kelly would hurry up. She would have tapped her leg in impatience, but that would mean earning the wrath of the girl who was going to be doing her make up later. She bit her tongue and looked out the window. And her breath came up short.

Jack was standing in the corridor. He looked straight at her and as soon as their eyes met his eyes slowly dipped lower. Lisa clutched her breasts, frozen. If she moved, Kelly would look up and see him.

She just stood there, not daring to move, and strangely not wanting to move, letting his eyes ravage her.

His eyes took in everything. Her bare arms, the slender curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts over her hands, the way her fingers covered her breasts, her small waist, with just a little hint of baby fat, her belly button just over the waistband of the skirt. He took it all in before he looked up at her again. Her face looked flushed and she was breathing hard.

"There. I've pinned it up." Kelly's voice sounded as if it was coming from very far off to Lisa.

He turned and started walking away as he heard Kelly's voice.

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"Us? There is no 'us'." Lisa was blabbering. He kept walking closer towards her and she kept backing into the wall. "I already HAVE a boyfriend for your information. And I –"

"Boyfriend?" He interrupted as her back hit the wall. "Who said anything about a boyfriend?"

He put one hand on the wall right by her neck, caging her on one side and grabbed her hair at the back of her head with the other. He yanked her head so her face was upturned towards his.

And he kissed her.

Lisa saw fireworks, as a thousand different emotions erupted inside her as their lips met. She had imagined countless times before how it'd feel to be kissed by Jack. He evoked highly intense feelings inside her by the simplest of actions. 

Jeremy was the only other guy she had kissed. Jeremy's kiss was gentle and sweet and just like him. But this was Jack. The only guy in school who could turn her on by simply looking at her. 

She had fought and struggled against the feeling he created inside her in vain.

But as he kissed her in the empty silent classroom, the pouring of the rain outside muffling all other sounds, she was lost in the kiss. It overpowered her senses and for a second she melted into it.

But the moment she felt his tongue on her lips, her mind woke up with a jolt.

This was not good. This could kill everything she had so carefully built up. She dropped her bag and pounded on his chest with her fists as she struggled to breathe against his insistent mouth.

And just as suddenly as it had started, he broke away from her. Lisa staggered against his arm gulping air by the lungful through her mouth.

Her head was swimming. Her hands were now placed on his chest, trying to keep the distance that now was between them.

He relaxed his grip on her hair and rested it lightly at the back of her neck and brought his other hand to her face. His hand cupped her cheek and lifted her face up to him and he whispered, "Don't pretend like you don't want this."

His let his left hand slide the length of her body and circled her waist. Lisa placed her hands flat on his chest and as if to push him away, and struggled weakly to break his grip on her.

'Choose Lisa, dammit, Choose!' her head screamed inside her.

He smirked at her feeble efforts, pulled at her waist and pushed his body against her at the same time. She felt his erection hard against her and before she could stop herself, she moaned. She wasn't even really surprised to realize that she was wet. That even though her mind was resisting, this was exactly what her body wanted.

He smirked as if reading what was on her mind and said, "You can't." 

And Lisa thought to herself, 'I can't…'

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A while back, the school had arranged for a road trip for the seniors. It was on the night ride on the way back that the bus broke down. Right in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but trees and forest on either side and with no sign of any civilisation as far as the eye could see. 

The bus driver however assured the accompanying teacher that this was one of the prominent highways and that they will soon see someone come along with the tools that the driver needed to get the bus running again.

'A minor repair' he called it.

The students sat inside the bus and waited. There was nothing else to do but sit around and wait for another vehicle to pass by. This shouldn't take more than a few minutes right?

An hour later, there was still no sign of another vehicle passing through the woods. The teacher let everyone out of the bus, with strict instructions to not go wandering around far from the bus. Many students started exploring the surrounding forest area.

 Lisa broke off from her group, and went into the woods on her own; she told Jeremy she really needed to find a private spot to pee. Kelly offered to come with her when she said no to Jeremy's offer, but Lisa still declined. Both of them laughed at her for being weirdly shy about these things, but Lisa was glad to be alone.

'Some things are just NOT group activities.' She thought, smarting inwardly at their teasing, walking into the woods.

When Lisa had walked in so deep into the forest that the gaggle of the students sounded muffled and far off, smothered by the silence of the forest, when she thought she heard a moan.

Her heart stopped as fear surged through her for a moment but as she turned to run she realized that someone could be hurt, in pain and in need of help.

She stilled her heart and cautiously walked a few steps towards the direction the sound was coming from and lifted a branch that was blocking her view.

She was able to make out Jack's profile from the faint moon rays falling on him, filtered through the trees above. 

She heard him moan again and realized with a shock that it was not in pain. Heat rushed to her face as she saw that he was not standing there alone. 

A breeze flew overhead and rifling through the branches, spilling more moonlight on Jack and she could see better now. Him and the girl kneeling in front of him, her head moving against him in a rhythm.

As the scene in front of her became clearer, she could make out sounds of slurping, sucking and even moans from the girl.

Lisa didn't want to stand and watch this, but her legs were rooted to the spot. She looked at Jack's face, eyes half closed, transported in ecstasy, and felt a strange ache inside her. Why did this guy have this effect on her?

Then as if he heard her thoughts, Jack turned and looked directly at where Lisa was standing.

The shock of that returned all feelings to her legs. She scrambled to get away as fast as she could from there. It was dark, where she was standing, but she couldn't be sure he hadn't seen her. He knew of course someone was watching, but did he know it was her?

Damn, damn, she thought to herself as she almost flew from there, why did she always get into such situations around him? 

An hour later, Lisa was talking to Kelly when she saw him climb into the bus, and he didn't look at her.

Lisa knew she could never tell Jeremy about him. If anything happened to their relationship, Lisa's entire social life would come crashing down around her. Jeremy was central to her life at the High school. Her social circle was in reality Jeremy's. Even Kelly, the closest she had come to having a friend in school, was Jeremy's best friend's girlfriend.

Lisa sat next to Jeremy on the bus, not participating in the group chatter, her one hand in Jeremy's and her face turned away, towards the window. 

Jeremy turned towards her and asked her in a low voice, "Are you alright?" This was safe, this was perfect. This was her life, simple, uncomplicated, with everything a girl could ask for. Then what was the problem?

"Yes, I'm fine. I just have a headache."

And her head WAS aching from trying to deal with the fact that she was wet throughout the entire ride.

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"Don't pretend like this isn't something you wanted. You can't." 

'But I have to.' Lisa tried to get a grip on herself. She realised both of Jack's hands were loose on her waist and neck. 

She ducked under the hand on her neck and tried to make a run for it.

But she wasn't fast enough.

His arms tightened around her the moment he sensed flight, and he grabbed the side of her neck so hard that it hurt and pulled her back into his arms. He slammed her into the wall, pressed up roughly against her with his whole body and kissed her again.

There was nothing soft or sensual about this kiss. It was an assault. He bit her lips and pried it open. His tongue darted in and sucked and explored her mouth with complete domination.

Lisa was stunned by the sense of urgency and dominance of the kiss. She couldn't even move, every inch of her body was pressed up against his. She had no control of how her body was reacting to his kiss. She knew she should shrug his arm and make a run for it. But trapped in his arms, and strangely mesmerised by the unusual effect this physical nearness with him was having on her, she stood rooted to the spot.

Because deep inside a part of Lisa craved his touch. Touch her in way she would never even ask Jeremy to touch her. 

Because this was not what she had planned, this was not something she controlled. 




Losing Control!



'You want me to do what??'

Dave's voice was high, incredulous, even a little shaken.

'I want you to drop your pants. Now,' and as a sweet little after thought she added - 'please!' Jan grinned lasciviously. Dave felt hypnotised by it. Intoxicated. Giddy. Then he shook himself free a little from her gaze.

No way! I have to go to wo.....' His voice trailed off. Jan was glaring at him. The gentle grin was all but a memory. One he wished he'd hung onto a little more. Jan looked really pissed. Was she? Surely not....

'I'm sorry?' she said sharply, 'You have to go where?' Before Dave could answer, she continued, 'You have to go to work. Why? So you can earn money. Why dya need money? So you can buy things, live a little, yeah? Huh? Well, this is living, Dave. You don't give this up to go to work, man. Now drop your fucking pants.'

He dropped his pants.

Jan's grin returned.

'Thankyou,' she purred. She regarded him, licking her lips and moving closer. Dave was hard. Really hard. Jan smiled. A very genuine, pleased smile. It warmed him thoroughly.

'Get on your knees, Dave'

The insistence in her voice was warm, familiar. Like your mother telling you to "take off those wet clothes" after you had played out too long in the rain. He looked at her, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, her jaw jutting slightly. God she was hot.

He knelt slowly, reaching out for her lovely hips. He felt a sharp slap on the back of his hand and drew it away like a wounded pup, nursing it. 'Ow, You fucking bitch!' Slap! Another one, across his neck. His cock twitched, but he didn't say anything. Just gasped at her audacity. How she'd grown, this woman before him.

'Now, honey, if I want you to touch me, I'll tell you. I don't want you to worry about not knowing what to do, or if you're doing right, or if you're pleasing me. If you do as I say, I'll be pleased. Really pleased.' Janine grinned to herself. This was all for his benefit, wasn't it? Somehow, she wasn't as sure of that as she had been. Her pussy was so hot. She could feel how wet she was getting. Damn, this control stuff was a lot of fun.

Dave leant forward, sniffing slightly. Jan stood before him in her knickers and bra. A delightful matching set with lilac flowers and a little bow at the front of the bra and the knicks. Those little details. How he loved them. Jan bent down in front of him, showing off her ample bosom, which was practically falling out of the low cut delicate underwear. He felt her breath on his ear as she whispered ' Take off my panties, would you!'

He must have been holding his breath. He let out an audible gasp as she spoke, looking up at her, checking. Checking to see if he should do as she asked. Jan straightened and glared at him impatiently. Then she spoke. 'Was I not clear enough?' She grinned.

Dave slipped his hands gently over her smooth hips, sneaking a little stroke before complying at an agonisingly slow rate. Maybe I should chastise him for touching too much, Jan thought. She shook that thought off - she was enjoying it too much!

Dave peeled the scant lace knickers carefully over her bush as if he was removing the wrapping from some delicate gift. He could smell her. Strong wafts of musky odours made him feel giddy and he rocked back slightly on his knees. 'Whoa there, big guy! Don't want you falling down, do we.' From the table, Jan swiftly reached out for a black scarf. Looping it over Dave's back, she pulled him in towards her pussy with the scarf around his back, just below his arms. Stepping in real close, Jan pushed her wet slit into his face, pulling the scarf even more taught and tying it behind her plump ass. Dave grinned. She felt his face in her pussy. Her hands now free, the scarf holding Dave against her crotch, Jan clutched the back of his head, pushing her pussy gently against his hot mouth. Looking down at him she purred 'Lick me out, would you hon!' Dave didn't need much prompting. His tongue had already taken a few quick licks as he moistened his dry lips. Now his tongue moved deftly at her slit. Jan felt her legs quiver. Dave, wrapped his strong arms around her lovely bum, hugging her wet crotch to his face and nuzzling in delighted at his predicament.

As his tongue licked and sucked, Jan began to lose her resolve. Her head was spinning, and her legs felt like jelly. If he let go of her, she was sure she would just collapse in a heap. But he didn't let go. That wasn't what she'd asked him to do. Waves of pleasure washed over her as Dave worked his hot mouth at her slit. His hands were busy too, and bizarrely, Jan thought about telling him to keep them still. Bollocks to that, she told herself. That was just a little *too much* control for her.....

Dave began to stroke between her cheeks. Jan's breath quickened, and he increased his strong grip to compensate for her now buckling knees. She arched her back, desperately grabbing her plump breasts, striving to quicken the release and end the agonising pleasure and pain. Jan was thrashing now, and Dave had to use all his strength to hold onto her sweat soaked body as she built higher and higher. Feeling his own strength reaching breaking point, Dave stroked gently but firmly at the tight little rosebud of her ass. Jan screamed out in pleasure as she came, now totally supported by Dave's arms around her hips. Spasming violently, she slipped down slowly between his arms until her knees reached the floor and she buried her head in his chest. Holding her to him, Dave reached around gently and untied the scarf, now under her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Dave slowly lowered Jan to the floor. She was totally spent, her flushed face and open mouth giving no doubt as to whether she was sated or not. Jan lay there, breathing heavily. She licked her dry lips, shaking a little as the last of her orgasm coursed through her. Dave gazed down at her adoringly. That had to be one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. Jan looked so blissful. And totally fucked.

She opened her eyes slowly, grinning up at him. 'Oh my god, Dave! Thanks! Now, I'll need you to lie down next to me, hon. ' Dave smiled. He knew she needed to get him off, but he could tell she was totally wrecked. So he lay down beside her sweat-soaked body, his head at her hips, his cock at her face.

With a cracked voice, Jan spoke again.

'I'm so fucked. Looks like you're gonna have to jerk off all by yourself, babe...'

'What!' The disappointment and annoyance in his voice was unmistakable. Weak as she was, Jan still had the strength to slap his hairy ass for being so openly disrespectful.

Clearing her throat and gathering confidence, Jan lay onto her back. 'It's your own fault, you daft fucker. You shouldn't have worked me over so well. Now get on your knees and pump. I want your hot come on my stomach.'

'Fuck you!'

'Fuck me? Would you like the opportunity again at some point? If so, then you'd best do as I ask, Dave.'

Her voice was low, slow, sexy and insistent. He knelt up, grinning, and began to pump. Janine was mesmerised by the sight. His hand was so comfortable there, pumping his hard shaft, breathing deliberately. Jan's aroused state grew as she watched Dave play with his hard tool, manipulating it with a skill and ease Jan could only dream about. But then he did have a bit more practice at it than she.....

The way he shifted his stiff member beneath the soft sheath of skin was hypnotic. Jan could hardly keep herself from reaching out and touching. But she resisted. She wanted something else right now, and the heat from her firm breasts reminded her of this. She peeled her top from her damp breasts, readying herself from that hot stream of spunk about to hit her. Dave was looking down at her squirming naked body. Janine's open mouth and arched body spurred him further, and he began to pump frantically, huffing and moaning with the effort. Sweat poured down his immense chest, trickling and tickling over the hairs. Jan was lost now to the desire to feel his come shoot over her smooth delicate skin. Her hand was in her soaking pussy, trying to soothe the intense feelings until *that* moment. The moment she was waiting for....

"God! Oh Jesus!!"

Dave screamed out as his balls erupted, sending streams of hot come over Janine's writhing body. She spasmed and shook as th warm milky fluid hit, her own orgasm crashing inwards and outwards at the same time and leaving her gasping again, splayed beneath Dave's spent glistening cock. It dripped gently onto her smooth stomach and Jan reached up into the warm fluid, feeling it between her fingers. Rubbing it into her skin slowly, in circles.

After an agonisingly long time, Dave spoke.

"Would it be OK to clean myself up now, hon?"

From the floor, Jan gazed up at him. His cock still glistened, but was a mere shadow of it's former self. A lazy grin covered her face as she lifted her come stained body up to rest on her elbows. She regarded him. "I think I should do that, dear. After all, it's only fair. But you'll have to stand very still, Ok!"

Dave grinned. Again.

Jan knelt up before him. The come on her breasts and stomach trickled slowly down her naked form as she leant forward and took his cock in her mouth. Dave gasped, his cock still sensitive, and leant back against the table. Jan pulled her mouth away abruptly.

'I asked you to *stand* still, not lounge around!'

Dave sighed. Then stood up again. She was really getting into the control thing, damn her.

With a renewed smile at his compliance, Jan gently caressed his balls as she licked his sticky cock, relishing the taste of him and the feel of him. Dave sighed contentedly at her ministrations. Jan wasn't trying to take him again. That would be mean so soon after he'd shot his load all over her naked body. So she did just as she had promised - cleaned him up, and then stroked him gently before rising to her feet slowly. She wobbled slightly, fatigued by her own escapades. He smiled at her. She was such a fucking ham at times.

Like right now.

"Dave? Honey? Now you're all clean, I just have one more request, darling...." She nearly fluttered her eyelids, just to really hammer the girly-girl, Penelope Pitstop act home! 'Could you please get me cleaned up?'

"Not a request I'm gonna have trouble with, little lady!" he answered in a thick, sweet drawl that sent shivers through her. Hey, he could certainly hold his own in the hamming-it-up stakes!!

Dave picked her up off the carpet, trying hard not to get messy himself -but failing. Striding to the bed, he laid her down on her back and whispered in her ear, "Don't go away...", before nibbling her earlobe and nipping off to the bathroom. He returned moments after with a small glass bowl of hot water and a face flannel. Placing the bowl on the bedside cabinet, Dave dipped the flannel and wrung it out a little before lovingly caressing Janine's sticky breasts. Jan closed her eyes, savouring the feel of this luxurious attention from her lover. He wiped gently, slowly, kissing each section after he had wiped it free of his juices, "just to check" it was really clean. Then dipping the towel and wiping again until she was refreshed and less sticky. Kisses began to linger, and Jan felt a new passion building as Dave's caresses became less and less about washing her clean. Soon she could stand it no longer. She was losing all that lovely control she'd worked so hard to gain!! She drew him into a deep, passionate kiss. A fuck-me kiss. A get-me-all-dirty-again kiss.

Dave was left breathless. And hard. Throwing the flannel to the floor, he dragged her up into a sitting position, his tongue squirming expertly in her hot mouth. Lost to it once again, he reached for her slit, his hand meeting the heat and wetness of her throbbing pussy. Yes, she was ready. So ready. He pushed her back down onto the bed and roughly spread her thighs with his hand. He hovered above her, with Jan blinking incredulously at this change of control. Not exactly a hostile takeover, she thought.

'Oh God, Jan, sod all this fucking "Control" shite, I've got to have you, right now!' Dave's voice was low, and so so sexy. Jan gasped as he slipped his hard cock into her, pulling her hips into him as his cock twitched within her. Jan cried out in sheer ecstasy, giving herself over to this man, to his passion, his obvious need to fuck her. Dave began to move slowly in and then out, feeling the warm velvety cushions of her sex hugging him. She couldn't stand it. She was desperate to have him. She longed to climax with her lover. Janine began to beg. 'Please, fuck me harder, fuck me really hard, Dave. I need you to fuck me now, Oh god, I want you, I want You I WANT YOU I WANT YOU IWANTYOUIWANTYOU.....'

Jan was babbling. Dave was grunting. All thoughts of control soon gave way to total lack of it as they both fucked furiously, each cursing and swearing. Each running downhill now towards a fabulous crashing shared climax that left them both spent.

Dave pulled carefully away from her, and rested his head on Janine's sweat-soaked breast. She sighed, and nuzzled the top of his head.

Lying together, entwined, the two of them sank into a slumber born from lust and passion. Things way beyond their control, it would seem.

( I know, I know. He's gonna be late for work....

But how could I wake them from such a slumber?)

- FIN -



Losing Control



This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story "The Chair", enjoy... 

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Eve stands in front of the apartment. 

Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand to knock on the door. She pauses, hand raised, then knocks. Her nipples harden immediately. She knocks, once, then twice before she takes a small step back.

Adam hears the knock at the door and looks at the clock, it is exactly 9:10pm.

"Good girl," he thinks.

He puts down his glass of scotch and rises from the couch. The room is warmed by the roaring fire. He walks slowly to the door, his bare feet gliding softly across the floor. He can see Eve's silhouette in the frosted glass and pauses for a second. He wants to make her wait, anticipation building, exerting his control even before they see each other. 

He opens the door and smiles as her eyes go wide, she is possibly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Eve's breath catches as she sees him around edge of the opening door. Adam is dressed only in a pair of faded jeans, a black leather belt loose around his waist. His chest and arms are strong and bare. She senses his physical presence immediately, knowing he is able to control her physically. Just looking at him her legs go weak and she feels a wetness beginning to stir deep inside her. Her mouth is dry and she is afraid that if she tries to speak it will come out as an obscene croak. She lowers her eyes and smiles shyly.

He catches her chin gently and pulls her through the door, raising her chin he plants a small kiss on her cheek. He again marvels at the arousing combination of strength, vulnerability and pure lust that he sees in her eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

He feels her knees buckle slightly as his strong voice washes over her.

She whimpers, "Yes."

He kisses her, deeply this time, and pulls her into his arms. She is trembling. He closes the door and draws her inside.

He looks down at her face again to make sure she is steady and then, releasing her, he backs away slightly. Reaching to her he pulls the end of the belt of her long coat. The coat opens slightly to reveal her pale naked skin underneath. He smiles again as he feels himself harden at the sight.

Eve feels her face and neck go red as the coat opens. Her heart is pounding in her ears, and her hands are wet and slippery. She knows he desires her and loves to see him staring at her body. She wants him to lust after her, she wants to be sexy for him.

Adam reaches across and pulls the coat from her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Her flush moves down her chest as her nipples harder in the cool air of the room. Goosebumps rise on her arms and legs, the air feels cool on her exposed skin. She is very shy of her body, and she struggles to think of it as perfect even though he has told her many times that it is.

He lets his eyes roam over her. Her breasts, large, heavy and perfectly shaped, are topped by very erect, very swollen nipples. Looking down across her flat belly he sees the smooth hairless mound that ends in an intoxicatingly moist cleft. Her shapely legs are clad only in 4 inch red heels.

He reaches out slowly with both hands and grabs a nipple between each thumb and index finger. Rolling them lightly he sees her mouth open and hears a low moan escape. Pinching hard elicits a squeal. He wants to suck her swollen nipples into his mouth but resists.

Looking in her eyes he pinches again, harder this time, causing her to take a deep breath. She meets and holds his gaze, she knows there will be pain tonight, pain and pleasure in varying combinations. Pain and pleasure that will end in a massive climax, but only if she is good, only if she does exactly what he asks. She wants to be possessed absolutely by him.

She is getting more excited by the second. She can feel moisture dripping down her legs and she can smell her own arousal. He pinches her nipples again pulling and twisting as he does.

She moans softly, "Oh my god."

So softly that he is not sure what he heard but he knows she is excited. He steps back and looks at her again, seeing the wetness flowing from her makes his mouth water. He longs to kneel between her legs and lick and suck her until she explodes in his mouth.

He grabs her hand and leads her to the center of the room. Eve sees a wooden chair positioned in front of the fireplace. She looks up at him questioningly but he only smiles. He bends her slowly over the chair, the hard wooden back of the chair pressing into her belly. Her hands are supporting her weight on the seat of the chair. He moves around and quickly but gently ties her hands to the front legs of the chair with a red silk scarf.

"Spread your legs Eve," he growls.

Her breath comes quicker now and she does exactly what he ask. Her heart is pounding. She can feel the heat of the fire on her back and head but her ass and thighs are cool. She feels totally exposed and vulnerable, she can feel herself throbbing in anticipation.

He bends down behind her, face inches from her, intoxicated by the sight. He runs his hand lightly down the inside of her left thigh and grabs her ankle tightly. He binds first the left ankle then the right to the chair with more silk scarfs. Sliding his hand up her leg now, all the way until it is pressing on the hot wetness at the apex. He slowly removes his hand sliding one finger into her wet folds, eliciting a long low moan. She is totally immobile, totally vulnerable and totally exposed.

He stands and looks down on her, hair falling forward over her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she fights to keep her rapid breath under control. She is shaking slightly and goose bumps again cover her arms and legs. 

Eve is totally helpless, the way she longs to be. She knows he will push her to the edge of desire, to the edge of control, to the point of total physical and emotional release, and beyond, but only once she has given herself to him without reserve.

He walks to the couch and retrieves his drink. He is hard as a rock now and needs to regain control. Leaving her exposed in the middle of the room builds the anticipation for both of them. Taking a long drink he puts he glass back down.

He leans down beside her, "Eve, are you OK?"

She can smell the sweet earthy scent of scotch on his breath and longs to kiss his mouth and suck on his tongue, to taste him. She nods, already beyond the point of responding with words, all her senses focused on his actions. He stares deep into her eyes, making sure there is no fear, making sure there is only the desire to be taken.

He steps back, grabs her ass cheeks roughly and spreads them wide. He leans forward and lightly dips his tongue into her dark cleft.

She convulses at the touch.

He licks slowly in circles, building tension, and then just as suddenly he stops.

He leans back down beside her head and kisses her deeply. Tasting herself on his tongue is intoxicating. He whispers softly, "Eve, do not lose control. If you climax without my permission you will be punished."

His words in themselves are almost enough to make her lose control. She feels herself spasm slightly, a new gush of wetness flowing from her.

She nods.

He leans closer, louder now he says, "Eve, do you understand?"

Her heart stops, she nods again, afraid to look at him.

"Say it!"

"Yes, Master, I understand," she says as she looks up and meets his gaze.

It takes all her will to keep her eyes on him but she is rewarded with a smile. She relaxes her head back down, focusing again on the warmth spreading from her aching core, radiating out to her nipples.

He moves behind her. Her senses are reaching out, desperately waiting for another touch, any touch. Waiting, anticipating, she is going out of her mind.

Softly he runs his nails up the back of her leg and over her ass. Repeatedly, coming closer to her wetness each time but never touching. Both hands now, lightly then hard again.

"Please," she moans, "please Master, please touch me."

Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are painfully erect and she rocks back and forth, dragging them across the rough wood of the chair back. She feels herself unfolding, begging to be touched.

"Oh my god, Master, please touch me," she begs.

His hands move to her wetness and he spreads her wide. He dips his tongue into her, tasting her for the first time. He pulls his tongue away and she gasps. She strains back against the chair and the bindings, straining to be back in contact with his tongue. 

He moves his tongue back in contact with her hard bud, swirling it in small circles. Back to her dripping wetness and then to her tight little hole. Back and forth, he licks long and hard, repeating the process in agonizing slowness.

Eve is lost in the intense sensation, feeling the pleasure waves building inside her.

He pulls back and she whimpers loudly in frustration.

The hard slap on her ass shocks her, "Be a good girl," he growls.

He sees her body clench as she anticipates another slap. When it doesn't come immediately she relaxes. Now he slaps her ass again, surprising her.

Hearing the moans resulting from the slap Adam senses that if he continues she will lose control so he decides to test her resolve. Slap after slap, over her ass, contacting her swollen wetness, her hard bud, legs and thighs. 

Eve is crying out, begging for him to continuing, desperate for more.

He stops, again and waits for her body to relax. This time it takes much longer. He can see her swollen pink lips clenching and unclenching, she is right on the edge of control. She is holding her breath, fighting the climax that threatens to overwhelm her. Finally her body relaxes, barely holding back the crashing waves. She wants to obey him so badly, she wants to be the good girl he desires, but she is so close to the edge.

He moves around to the front of the chair and removes his pants. She strains to see him, to watch him undress. He moves to her side and positions himself by her head. She takes him slowly into her mouth. Sucking deeply, savoring the intoxicating taste. Sucking hard she tries desperately to extract the nectar she loves. 

He pushes back her hair so he can watch as he moves in and out of her mouth. Her eyelid are half closed, eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the moment. She swirls her tongue around the head and shaft as he pulls out. He rocks slowly back and forth. 

He moves his hands to her nipples as she continues to suck. Working both nipples, pinching and stroking he can see her hips arching as her arousal increases.

Eve loves having him in her mouth and relaxes her throat to give him full access. She can feel her climax creeping up on her again and she struggles for control. Moans escape her throat each time he pulls back.

He hates to slow the rapid buildup but he needs to remain in control. The desire to fill her mouth is strong but he pulls away. He moves behind her quickly and without warning pushes two fingers deep inside her. He moves his thumb to her swollen bud and his tongue to her ass, working it deep inside. 

Adam knows this is unfair but he continues. Plunging his fingers into her, rubbing with his thumb he pushes her inexorably higher.

Eve is desperate, she knows she can't hold on, the feelings are too intense and she is way beyond control.

"Please tell me to finish Master!" she begs.

"Please"

"Not yet, not until I permit it," he says.

He curls his fingers and begins to rub her g-spot in tight hard circles in time with the small circles of his thumb. He knows this will push her over the edge.

Eve is holding her breath, clenching her muscles around his fingers and tongue but this only makes the feelings more intense. 

Determined to hold out she gasps and moans continually. Finally the feelings are too much to contain.

"Oh god!"

Adam feels her body let go, the wetness flowing from her. He feels her spasms tightening around his fingers and tongue. He continues to push his fingers in and out as her climax rolls over her leaves her gasping for breath. Slowly he stands up and backs away.

"I am very disappointed," he says quietly.

"I'm so sorry Master, I tried" Eve whispers head turned slightly to see him.

She looks at him through her sweaty hair. One part is wondering if he will let this slide, if he will forgive her. The other part of her is hoping to be punished and hopes that he will not forgive her. The mixture of dread and desire is making her belly flutter in anticipation.

He moves to the pants he left on the floor and removes the leather belt. She can see what he is doing and flushes in excitement in spite of herself.

"I deserve to be punished Master," she whispers.

"You don't deserve anything, but I will punish you," he responds quietly, as he moves back behind her.

Her body clenches again from the subtle force of the words and she waits for the punishment to begin.

Again he waits for her to relax before bringing the folded belt down firmly on her exposed ass. Hard but not hard enough to injure, smack, wait, smack, wait, each time a different time interval. He wants to make sure she never knows when or where the blow will land. Each time the belt hits a bolt of pain shoots through her, followed instantly by the shock of electric pleasure that goes directly to her core.

She feels her climax building again, she wants him inside her, she wants to lose control again but continues to hold back. To lose control while being punished would be the ultimate disappointment for her Master.

Finally he stops. She is panting. He moves behind her and, without warning, plunges his hardness deep inside her.

Eve screams in absolute pleasure.

Juices are spilling from her, running down her legs. He is moving into her desperately now. Both hands on her hips, she is lost in pleasure as he fills her completely. He reaches into the depths of her, moving her towards higher and higher levels of pleasure. She is totally filled, totally possessed by him. She is in heaven.

Eve feels his finger go to her ass and she strains back against him desperately wanting him to fill both her holes. He works first one then two fingers into her. Moving her in time with the pounding of their hips.

A third finger now and Eve is crying out, "Take me, Master, take my ass!"

He pulls out of her pussy and presses against her tight little hole. He slowly pushes into her until his entire length is deep inside her. Stretching her, filling her. He starts to move inside her, out and then back in, filling her completely. He knows he will not last long, moving ever faster as they both near climax.

Finally he releases her, "Now Eve!"

"Thank you Master, thank you!" she sobs.

He is pounding into her now and she is meeting his every stroke. Her climax peaks and then crashes over her. As her muscles clench around him he lets go, filling her with hot sticky wetness. He slowly stops moving and lets her spasms subside.

Bending down Adam places his mouth softly on Eve's swollen pink lips. Licking gently and slowly, hands pulling her wide open, he again brings her closer and closer to the edge.

"Eve, my Princess, relax, enjoy, surrender your body to me," he whispers.

He dips his tongue into her, tasting her previous climax. Dipping lower he takes her hard bud between his lips and sucks intently. Alternating sucking and licking, he can feel her release building again. Moans issue softly from her mouth, her back arches, attempting to bring more soft flesh in contact with his tongue and lips.

Adam senses her holding back and reassures her, "Relax Eve, give your wetness to me, let your body do what it wants."

With that she explodes in his mouth, gasping, shuddering, crying, totally spent. He rises slowly, kissing up her legs and back, soft caresses, gentle strokes, quiet whispers.

He reaches down and slowly unties her. Taking her in his arms they move to the couch and lie down. He pulls a blanket over them and pulls her head to his chest.

"Good girl," he whispers.

As her body calms and her heartbeat returns to normal she sighs and cuddles closer, totally content she falls asleep.



Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 01



INTRODUCTION

This is a story about Amanda an attractive divorcee with one son who temporarily loses control of her life. She gives up control to a friend of her gay son and the friend uses her and her son for his own pleasure. Once the son's friend moves in with them Amanda becomes his sex slave and slides into debauchery. Over time Amanda learns that she can use her recently discovered sexual talents to her advantage and she can use sex to control others. 

PROLOGUE

Amanda was sitting on the bed in her bedroom looking at the maid's costume that she was to wear that evening. Justin was hosting a bachelor party for a friend who was getting married in two weeks. There would be a number of young men at the bachelor party that Amanda would be serving. Amanda still couldn't believe that she had let things get so far out of control. As she stared at the maid's costume she reflected on the past two months since Justin came into her life.

Justin and Amanda's son Paul worked at the same restaurant during the summer. Justin was 21 years old and he would be entering his senior year at a nearby college. Paul, Amanda's son was 18 years of age and he would be a freshman that year at the same school. Justin and Paul worked every evening except Mondays when the restaurant was closed. Paul was a good looking young man and he was very fit from all his swimming. He was 5'7" tall and weighed 160 pounds. Paul had blonde hair and he had very smooth flawless skin on his well toned body. Justin was a hunk at 6'3" and 185 pounds. He played tennis for the college and he was in great shape.

During the day when they were not working at the restaurant, Justin and Paul hung around the backyard swimming pool. The pool had been installed several years ago at Paul's request since he was such an avid swimmer. Three years ago Amanda had gone through a rough divorce but she was the recipient of a large settlement. Even though it was not necessary for her to work, she elected to do so. She was an Executive Assistant at a mid-size company and she loved her job.

At 42 years of age Amanda was still an attractive woman. She had light brown hair with blue eyes and a very shapely 35-24-35 figure. She was 5'6" tall and weighed a fit 135 pounds. Amanda had not dated any men since her divorce and she was in no hurry to get into another relationship. She had decided that once Paul was in college that she might start dating again but she would take it slow. Amanda did enjoy sex but for the time being she was content using her dildo. The dildo was battery operated and the head of it would rotate as the shaft vibrated. Amanda was happy with the pleasure she derived from the fake cock. Amanda was pleased that Paul had found a good friend like Justin at least until that fatal day when she discovered them together.

AMANDA'S DISCOVERY

It was a slow day at the office one Friday when Amanda's boss Ted, the owner of the company, told her to take the afternoon off. Ted was going to play golf and there was no reason for Amanda to stay around the office. Amanda was grateful to have the afternoon off and she pack up her things and left for home. When she arrived at home she had expected to find Paul and Justin outside by the pool. She did not expect to find them in bed together.

Amanda entered the house and she put her purse on the kitchen counter. She then looked out back at the pool but the boys were no where in sight. Amanda had hoped to get another glimpse of the strapping Justin in his Speedo bikini. Amanda loved looking at Justin's ripped body with muscular quads and a very prominently displayed package in the Speedo. Just then Amanda heard groans coming from down the hall and she decided to find out who was groaning. 

Amanda walked down the hallway towards her own bedroom passing the spare bedroom and Paul's bedroom on the way. Then she heard Paul's voice coming from his room. The bedroom door was wide open as Paul did not expect anyone else to be in the house. Amanda peeked in the room and she almost gasped allowed, covering her mouth just in time to muffle the sound.

There on his bed was her son Paul lying on his back with his legs up in the air back toward his head. Paul was at the foot of the bed and standing between Paul's legs was Justin. They were both naked and it was obvious that Justin was fucking Paul in the ass. Justin had both his hands on the back of Paul's knees and he was pushing Paul's legs back. Justin was drilling Paul's ass and his cock disappeared in Paul's asshole with each thrust.

"Oh yeah that's it Justin. I love it when you fuck me like this," Paul cried out.

Amanda watched in disbelief as Justin fucked her son's brains out and he son called out for more. Paul was jerking his cock frantically as Justin fucked him. They both seemed to be racing toward their orgasms. Amanda watched Justin muscular frame as he drilled her son. Justin's buttocks clenched and relaxed as he fucked Paul senseless. Amanda was overcome with a combination of rage and lust. She wanted to yell at them and tell Justin to get out of her house but she instead chose to watch the sexual display through its finality. 

"I'm getting close Paul. Do you want me to cum in you or on you," Justin said in a raspy voice.

Amanda hoped that her son would tell Justin to cum on him. Amanda wanted to see the big cock ejaculate and cum on her son. Amanda found her own desires getting to her and she knew that her pussy was wet. To Amanda's disappointment she heard her son's response.

"Come in me. I love it when you shoot in my ass," Paul groaned.

Then Amanda watched as Justin's body made one final thrust and he held himself still as he ejaculated into her son's asshole. Paul moaned and cooed when he felt Justin's cum rush into his body. Then Paul ejaculated and several streams shot from his cock landing on his head, chest and abs. Amanda had never witnessed anyone else having sex much less her son with another man. At that point Amanda moved away from the door and hurried down the hallway to the kitchen. 

As Amanda purposely made noise in the kitchen to alert the boys that she was home, she could not get the image of the two of them out of her mind. Amanda also felt disappoint that the strapping Justin was gay. She was actually more disappointed that Justin was gay then to discover that her own son was gay. As she had hoped the boys heard her in the kitchen and they hurriedly put their bathing suits back on and came into the room to greet her. Amanda noticed that Paul was flushed and unsettled but that Justin seemed cool as a cucumber.

"Hi mom, you're home early," Paul said in a shaky voice.

"Yes it was slow at the office so we closed up early. What have you boys been up to?" Amanda asked.

"Just the usual hanging out by the pool and chilling out, we just came in to use the bathroom," Justin replied confidently and then he said to Paul, "Come on Paul we have a few hours before we have to go to work."

"You should join us mom the water is great," Paul said feeling more confident at that moment.

"Maybe, I have a few things to do first," Amanda replied.

The two boys went back out to the pool while Amanda headed to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom she quickly undressed and hung up her clothes. Then she went into the bathroom and fingered her pussy as she needed to relieve the tension in her pussy. She closed her eyes and pictured the two boys fucking as she masturbated. Amanda was worked up and she came quickly drenching her fingers. She licked her fingers clean as she had had enough for now. She would get the dildo out after the boys left for work. Amanda then put on her bathing suit and joined the boys by the pool.

The rest of the afternoon Amanda relaxed by the pool but she also checked out Justin every chance she got. His package was clearly defined in his Speedo and she was sure that at times he had an erection. Amanda was still shocked that her son could take such a cock in his ass. Amanda had never had anal sex and she only had had a finger in her ass. She remembered that the finger felt snug in her ass and she couldn't imagine ever taking a cock in her anal passage.

Amada wasn't the only one with roving eyes that afternoon. Justin checked Amanda out several times in her one piece bathing suit. Justin pictured her naked spread several times which is what stirred his cock into hardness. Justin liked showing off his package and he always wore the tight Speedo bikini. Justin was sure that he had spotted Amanda checking him out. 

When it was time to get ready for work, Justin and Paul left Amanda by the pool to shower and dress. Amanda relaxed in her own thoughts by the pool and she would have no idea that Justin and Paul would shower together. Not only did they shower together but Justin fucked Paul again this time in the shower. Justin loved sliding his soapy cock into Paul's soapy asshole and watching it slide in and out of Paul's curvy ass. Paul loved it when Justin came in his ass again. The two young men then dried off, dressed and left for work. As soon as they were gone Amanda went into her bedroom, stripped off her bathing suit and fucked herself with her dildo. She had a most intense orgasm which she knew was brought on by her witnessing Justin fucking Paul. Amanda then dozed briefly before getting up and making dinner for herself.

JUSTIN AND PAUL

Justin made his move on Paul about a week after they first met at work. One day after a day Paul's swimming pool, Justin went in to take his shower after Paul. When he finished showering he was drying off when he stared at his co-worker Paul standing at the sink nude brushing his hair. Justin looked at his co-worker's well toned body and his round shapely ass. Paul like Justin was tanned golden brown except for their asses and pubes. They had tan lines that actually accentuated their asses against the tanned bodies. Justin felt a stirring in his loins. 

Justin was more assertive so it was natural for him to make the first move. He hung up the towel and stepped from the shower. Instead of moving to the other sink he moved behind Paul and Justin let his hand graze over Paul's shapely buttock. Justin felt a sensation move through his body like an electric charge and his cock became erect at the touch of his co-worker's skin. Paul's buttocks tightened at the touch as he too felt electricity run through his body. Justin caressed Paul's ass again and Paul's cock sprung to attention.

Justin stepped up close to Paul and wrapped his arms around his chest and nuzzled his neck. Paul felt Justin's erect cock pressed against his ass and he sighed deeply. Justin's hands moved down Paul's chest over his abs and covered his pubes. Justin took Paul's cock in one hand and cupped Paul's balls in the other as Justin's cock nestled in to the crack of Paul's ass. Paul groaned as Justin stroked his cock and fondled his testicles.

"Let's go back to bed and you can suck me," Justin whispered.

They went back to Paul's room and they both got in Paul's bed. Justin showed Paul how to move into a 69 position as they lay on their sides. Justin took Paul's cock back into his mouth and Paul followed Justin's lead. The two of them sucked cock for the first time and they relished the feeling of the soft mushroom heads in their mouths. They took the cocks as deep in their mouths as they were comfortable with doing as they made love to each other. Justin grabbed Paul's ass cheeks and held them as he sucked Paul's cock. Paul copied every move that Justin made and soon they were both sucking and fondling each other's ass. 

Justin moved a finger between Paul's ass cheeks and tickled his anus and again Paul did the same thing to his co-worker. Paul felt a surge pass through his loins and his testicles tightened signaling that he was about to cum. Justin took Paul's cock from his mouth and jerked on it until Paul ejaculated. Paul felt his cum travel from his scrotum through his cock and shoot between their bodies. Justin then rubbed his co-worker's balls as he drained down every drop of Paul's cum from his cock. Paul was in ecstasy as he enjoyed his ejaculation with another boy for the first time in his life. Paul groaned as Justin squeezed his cock and milked every drop of cum from Paul's shaft.

Paul had stopped sucking Justin's cock briefly as he savored the moment of cumming but then he resumed sucking Justin's cock. Justin shot his load shortly thereafter and flooded Paul's mouth with cum. Paul swallowed as fast as he could to capture every drop of Justin's cum. They continued to hold to each other and they were both so turned on that they remained hard. They could have cum again in that position but Justin wanted to take it to the next step.

"I want to fuck you Paul," Justin whispered to his co-worker.

The two beautiful young men separated from their 69 position and Justin told Paul to get on all fours. Paul did as he was told and positioned himself on all fours. Paul was leery of the anal penetration and he looked back over his shoulder with trepidation at his co-worker.

"Don't worry Paul people have been doing this for thousands of years. I will grease you up good before I fuck you," Justin said trying to sound reassuring.

Justin then took some lotion from the bathroom and returned to bed. Justin played with Paul's ass a long time as he loved fingering his co-workers bung-hole and caressing his shapely ass. Paul stayed hard throughout the ass fucking foreplay and at one time he thought that he might cum again. It was just then that Justin told him to turn over. Paul lifted his legs and placed them on Justin's shoulders as Justin directed.

"I want to see the expression on your face when I fuck you and take your virginity," Justin said in a raspy voice.

Justin placed the head of his cock at Paul's ass and pressed forward testing his hole. Paul could feel the pressure and although it wasn't yet unpleasant, he feared the pain to come. Paul's relaxed orgasmic state and his horniness took over and he let Justin have his way. Justin added more lubricant to his cock as he pulled back and rubbed the head of his cock around Paul's asshole. Every few seconds Justin would push inside Paul and then pull back out stretching him a little wider each time. It was quite a turn-on watching his pretty co-worker with his beautiful cock between Paul's raised and spread legs. Justin's next thrust was with a purpose and Paul felt pain as his co-worker's cock pushed passed his sphincter.

"Oh shit that hurts, stop!" Paul screamed out. 

"It's natural for it to hurt at first but the pain will go away shortly. Try to relax and don't fight it," Justin said.

Justin remained inside him and did not move allowing Paul to adjust to his girth. The pain did not go away and Paul asked him to pull out for a second and Justin did. The pain went away but Paul felt a void in his ass and his erotic desire took over. Paul placed his heels on Justin's ass and pulled Justin back to him. Justin's cock re-entered Paul's ass and pushed passed his sphincter again without as much pain this time. Justin stopped once again and remained still for a moment and waited for Paul's reaction. The feeling of pain was replaced by desire and Paul rotated his hips and arched his back to get Justin further inside him.

Paul's body opened up to his co-worker and he felt Justin's cock stretch him open to new dimensions. Justin's cock slid in and out of Paul slowly until he had finally buried all 8+ inches in Paul's ass. Paul could feel his co-worker's balls resting on his ass. Paul couldn't believe what a wonderful feeling it was to have Justin completely inside him. 

Justin pulled out a little and then he stopped and pushed back inside. The feeling was fantastic and Paul began to rotate his hips again. Then Justin pulled almost all of the way out and then plunged inside fucking his co-worker senseless. Paul moaned in response to Justin's pounding and they began to make love. Justin leaned over him and Paul wrapped his legs around him, hooking his ankles together and they began rocking and moving beautifully together. Paul was being fucked for the first time and he loved it.

Justin was fucking Paul hard and fast like he was a woman and he was reveled in each thrust. Paul looked down and watched his balls and erect cock bounce around as Justin fucked him. Paul soon felt another buildup in his balls. Justin began to moan louder and louder, and fucked harder and faster. Paul felt Justin's cock swell in his rectum as Justin rose up on his knees. Paul knew that he was close and he began to pump his own cock with his hand.

Justin grunted and Paul felt hot cum fill his ass. Paul pumped his cock harder in search of his own release. When he came, he shot his own cum all over his chest, abs and pubes. Justin had filled Paul up with his cum but he remained hard and continued to fuck his ass. Justin pushed his cum around in Paul's ass and some of it escaped and wet the bed. Due to Justin's horniness and his youthful recuperative powers he continued to fuck Paul until he came again.

This time he collapsed on top of his co-worker and then they hugged. Justin lay on top of him with all of his weight resting on Paul. Paul wrapped his legs around Justin and I reveled in the feeling of his big cock growing soft inside him. They stayed in each other's arms for a long time and no words were spoken. They just held each other, hugged and ran their hands over each other. Justin's cock softened and slipped from Paul's ass and it felt like a plug had just been pulled from his asshole. Cum ran out of Paul's ass onto the bed and he felt the cool air caress his no longer virgin asshole.

From that day on Paul and Justin had sex every day but Saturdays and Sundays when Paul's mother was home. They kept their gay sex very private although Justin was not really gay but more of a bi-sexual. Justin had no problem sucking Paul's cock but he did not let Paul cum in his mouth. Justin also did not let Paul fuck him but he did jerk Paul off until Paul came. Justin had learned about bi-sexuality from his college roommate Timmy. Justin had the same arrangement with Timmy in college as he currently had with Paul. Justin still liked fucking girls and women but if they didn't let him in their asses he eventually stopped having sex with them.

Another day after sunning, swimming and playing grab ass by the pool, Justin and Paul were in Paul's bed with Justin buried balls deep in Paul's tight asshole. Paul was flattened on the bed face down as Justin drove his 8+" cock deep into the bowels of his lover. Paul's ass moved under Justin but Justin's strength and drive kept Paul pinned under him. Justin's powerful buttocks clenched and unclenched as he pummeled Paul's ass. Justin's thick cock drove into Paul and then retreated until only the head remained in Paul's rectum. Paul felt the powerful shaft drive in and out of the anal passage like a piston causing Paul to cry out.

"Oh God your cock is so thick in my ass, so deep. Oh fuck yeah, fill me with your big dick. Cum in me, I want your spunk shooting in my ass," Paul exclaimed!

Justin continued to fuck the shapely firm ass of his lover driving his cock into the warm recess. Justin sensed his orgasm building in his balls and he knew that within minutes he would cum in Paul's hot ass. Justin felt the pressure in his scrotum just before he unleashed a torrent of semen into the shapely firm ass underneath him. Justin felt Paul's anal muscles tighten around the shaft and squeeze every ounce of spunk out of it.

"Oh shit, I feel it. I love it when you cum in my ass. I love your hot seed flooding my ass," Paul cried out.

Justin stayed hard and he slowly fucked Paul's ass as the semen coated his shaft. Paul sensed that Justin was up for another round and whispered, "Justin if you are going to keep fucking my ass let's do it on our sides."




Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 01



Justin rolled to his side keeping his cock in Paul's ass as he pulled Paul to the side. Justin's hands wrapped around and caressed Paul's body. Justin ran his hands over Paul's breasts and tight abs as they moved toward Paul's pubes. The back of Justin's hand brushed against Paul's erect cock causing Paul to gasp.

"Please hold me and jerk me," Paul pleaded.

Justin took hold of the 6" cock of his younger co-worker and stroked it as he fucked Paul's ass again. Justin didn't mind jerking off Paul and he loved to see Paul shoot. Paul had an amazing capacity for ejaculations. Paul would have volcanic like orgasms when he came and his semen would shoot four or five feet at times, particularly with his first orgasm of the day.

Justin kept fucking Paul until they both came. Paul came twice before Justin came in Paul's ass a second time. The first time Paul ejaculated his cum shot passed his face and hit the headboard. The second time he came his seed hit him in the face and neck. Then Justin lost it and dumped another powerful load in Paul's ass. The two of them rested on their sides as Justin's cock slowly deflated and slipped from Paul's asshole. By the time they were ready to get out of bed their spunk had dried on Paul's body.

"I love you fucking me Justin. I just wish that I could fuck you or cum in your mouth too," Paul sighed.

"I'll tell you what. Next week we'll invite a friend of mine over. He's my college roommate and he is just like you. He loves to suck cock and get fucked. That way you'll have someone to suck your cock and fuck," Justin offered.

"Do you think that I will like him? Will he like me?" Paul asked excitedly.

"Of course, you guys will love each other," Justin promised and he found himself getting an erection just thinking about Timmy's ass. "Let's go back to the pool," Justin suggested.

PAUL MEETS TIMMY

A few days had passed and then Timmy arrived at Paul's house. Justin had been right as Paul and Timmy hit it off. The three of them relaxed by the pool as Timmy and Paul got better acquainted. A couple of times Paul and Timmy were in the pool together and they had their hands all over one another. Timmy even slipped his hand into Paul's bathing suit and played with Paul's cock. The swimming pool area was very private but Paul was still nervous as he never had had sex in public. Paul insisted that they take it inside. 

Once inside the house Justin watched as Paul took off Timmy's bathing suit. Paul savored every moment of uncovering the rest of Timmy's effeminate body. Timmy had a raging hard on and Justin noticed that Timmy and Paul were both breathing hard. Justin's cock had hardened in his Speedo just from watching them. Paul pulled Timmy's swimsuit down past his cock allowing the elastic waistband to catch on Timmy's erect cock. Paul pulled the swimsuit slowly over Timmy's cock and purposely let in snag in the elastic. Paul continued the downward movement and Timmy's cock sprang free. Timmy's cock bobbed in front of Paul's face but Paul was patient and he finished removing Timmy's swimsuit. Paul then reached up and caressed Timmy's ass and thighs causing Timmy to groan loudly. Timmy looked as if he was in desperate need of relief. Paul then covered Timmy's cock with his mouth and sucked him gently. Timmy was so turned on that it only took a few sucks on his cock that he was ready to cum. Paul sensed this and stopped sucking Timmy. Timmy looked confused but Paul spoke

"Let's take this into my bedroom. I want to be naked too," Paul said softly. 

Paul walked into the bedroom and Timmy and Justin followed him. Justin watched Timmy's ass as he walked behind him and recalled all the times that he had fucked that gorgeous ass. Paul took off his swimsuit and told Timmy to get in bed. Timmy got in bed and lay on his back waiting for Paul's next move. Paul took some lube from his night stand and then knelt between Timmy's legs.

"You're look so beautiful that I just have to fuck you first," Paul announced.

Timmy nodded in agreement and spread his legs. Paul fingered Timmy's asshole with one finger and then two fingers taking his time as he enjoyed playing with his ass. Paul had Timmy's asshole well lubed and then he added the lube to his own cock and moved into position. He lifted Timmy's legs up so that Timmy's ass came off the bed and then he eased his cock into Timmy's asshole. Paul's cock slid in easily and Justin watched as two young men fucked missionary style. Paul's arms were on the bed and the back of Timmy's knees rested against them as Paul drilled Timmy's ass. Timmy's hard cock slapped against his abdomen as Paul fucked him. Justin then decided to take his own swimsuit off and join in. 

"Oh my Timmy, you are so hot. I can feel your warmth surrounding my cock. This is going to be a quick one," Paul gasped relishing the moment of finally fucking someone.

"Stay in me, cum in my ass," Timmy called out.

Justin watched as Paul hastened his thrusts into Timmy's ass and then his entire body went taut. Paul groaned as he unloaded in Timmy's ass. Timmy moaned as he felt the warm cum fill his asshole and then the two of them embraced on the bed. They stayed in their embrace until Paul's cock softened and slipped from Timmy's ass. They were speechless for almost a minute while Justin stood there with a rock hard boner. Then Paul spoke to Timmy.

"That was wonderful, now it is your turn, would you like to fuck me or should I suck your pretty cock?" Paul offered.

"I'd like to fuck you first," Timmy replied.

Paul lay on his back but Timmy told him to get on all fours. Then Timmy picked up the lube and worked it in to Paul's ass. Timmy then lubed his cock and knelt behind Paul to fuck him. Justin took this as his cue to get in on the action so he knelt on the bed in front of Paul so Paul could suck his cock. Timmy eased his dick into Paul's ass and once he was all the way in, Paul took Justin's cock in his mouth.

"Oh good, I get to see you suck Justin's cock while I fuck you," Timmy said.

Timmy was so hot that he came within minutes and flooded Paul's ass. He stayed hard in Paul's ass however and kept right on fucking him. Paul was giving Justin a skillful blow jobs and Justin knew that he couldn't last much longer either. Justin felt his ball sac tighten and he knew it was only seconds before he would cum. Paul sensed Justin's pending ejaculation and he reached down and caressed Justin's balls and tickled his perineum which sent Justin over the edge. Justin's body stiffened and his cock pulsated as cum streamed into Paul's mouth. Paul swallowed as quickly as he could and he kept right on sucking Justin's cock. Soon the sensations got so extreme Justin had to push Paul's head away from him. Justin was drained as he sat back to watch Timmy as he continued to fuck Paul.

Timmy had really picked up the pace and he was relentless as he fucked Paul. A few more frantic thrusts and then Timmy plunged his cock all the way in and held it there as he ejaculated into Paul's ass a second time. Justin watched Paul clench and relax his buttocks as he milked Timmy's cock dry with his anal muscles. Timmy eventually softened and slipped out of Paul's ass. A large amount of cum oozed out of Paul's asshole and Justin could only imagine how much cum Timmy had dumped in Paul's ass. Justin went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for Paul who took it and wiped his ass with it and then sat on it on the bed. 

Paul got up and went into the bathroom and then returned to his bedroom. He lay down with Timmy and they embraced again and stroked each other's body. Soon they were both hard again and they moved into a 69 position and sucked each other's cock. As they lay on their sides facing each other Justin felt his loins stir and his cock harden. Justin moved behind Paul and slipped his cock into Paul's ass. Justin fucked Paul slowly as he and Timmy continued to suck each other's cock. Timmy reached between Justin's legs and played with Justin's balls as he fucked Paul. The three of them stayed in that position until all of them came again. Justin came in Paul's ass as Timmy came in Paul's mouth and Paul's came in Timmy's mouth. 

The three of them rested for awhile and then they decided to jump in the swimming pool and cool off. Justin and Timmy ran bare ass from the house to the swimming pool and jumped in. Paul was nervous about being naked outdoors but he followed them to the pool and jumped in naked. The three young men then relaxed in the cool water letting the water lower their body temperatures. This time when they got out of the pool they remained naked as they sat in the lounge chairs.

It had been an afternoon of firsts for Paul. He got to fuck his first ass and cum in it. He got to cum in another guys mouth and he got comfortable being naked poolside. Paul was really pleased that Justin had invited Timmy to join them. After that day Timmy would be a regular at the house and the three of them would have sex together. 

AMANDA'S CURIOSITY GETS THE BETTER OF HER

It had been over a week since Amanda saw Justin fucking her son in Paul's bedroom. She had never mentioned it to Paul or anyone. Amanda wasn't totally surprised that Paul was gay as he really never had any girlfriends. However she was shocked to see Justin fucking her son as she never would have suspected that Justin was gay. Justin was a well endowed hunk and Amanda was convinced that he could have almost any girl that he wanted. What Amanda didn't know was that she was right. Justin was a stud on campus and he just used sex with his roommate for his convenience. Paul was also a convenient no hassle fuck for Justin.

Amanda was going crazy with curiosity as she thought about Justin and Paul having sex at her home. She decided that she just had to find out if they were still doing it. Amanda asked her boss if she could have the afternoon off so that she could run some errands. It had been a slow day at the office and her request was granted. Amanda just about ran to her car and sped home thinking about catching the two boys in the act again. She would have never guessed what she was about to discover this time.

As Amanda raced home, Paul, Justin and Timmy were sunning naked poolside. They were applying lotion to each other's bodies and they were sporting erections. Justin had also applied lotion to Paul's and Timmy's assholes in preparation for some afternoon butt fucking. The boys caught so turned on that they began to play with each other which led to both Paul and Timmy sucking Justin's cock. Justin sat back in the lounge with Paul and Timmy on either side of him. Paul and Timmy ran their lips up and down Justin's shaft as if they were trying to kiss each other. Then Paul and Timmy would take turns taking Justin's cock in their mouth and sucking it briefly.

Paul and Timmy continued to run their lips up and down Justin's shaft and alternating sucking his cock until Justin announced that he was about to cum. Then Timmy covered Justin's cock with his mouth and took the first jet of Justin's cum. Then Timmy passed the cock to Paul who received a load in his mouth. They passed the cock between them until Justin was drained and then they nibbled on the cock head driving Justin wild. Justin pushed their heads away from his cock as the sensations had become to intense for him.

Paul and Timmy both had rock hard erections by the time the released Justin's cock and Paul told Timmy that he wanted to fuck him. Timmy got back on the lounge chair and knelt on it as Paul moved in and knelt behind him. Paul slipped his cock into Timmy's curvy ass which had been well lubed earlier. Justin stretched out on his lounge to watch the two boys fuck. Timmy was kneeling straight up with his cock bobbing in front of him as Paul fucked him slowly. Timmy leaned back into Paul who caressed Timmy's chest and abs.

That was the position they were in when Paul's mother arrived home. Amanda quietly entered the house hoping to find Paul and Justin in Paul's bed. She was disappointed when they were not in the bedroom. Assuming that they were out by the pool, Amanda started outside to tell them that she was home when she stopped in her tracks. She saw a young man that she didn't know kneeling on one of the lounge chairs with her son Paul behind him. The young effeminate looking man had an erection and it was obvious that her son was fucking him. Amanda looked for Justin and then she spotted him on the other lounge chair. Justin was watching the two boys fuck and he was stroking his big hard cock. 

Amanda felt a tingle run through her body as she watched Justin stroke his big dick. Of course she did not know that Justin had already cum in the other boys' mouths. Paul was hugging the other young man as he fucked him slowly and they both had a lustful look on their faces. Amanda then saw Justin get up and with his big cock bobbing in front of him he walked toward Paul and the other boy. Amanda watched as Justin spit on his hand and then stroked his cock. Justin with his cock glistening in his hand got behind Paul. Amanda watched in awe as Justin slipped his impressive cock into her son's ass. She was still amazed that her son could accommodate that big cock in his ass.

Amanda, overcome with lust, let her hands roam over her breasts and then work their way down her body. As the three boys fucked right in front of her, Amanda lifted her dress and slipped her hand into her panties. She fingered her pussy as she watched the three young men having sex. The three of them fucked each other on the pool lounge until Paul ejaculated. Paul's body stiffened and his face grimaced with pleasure as he came in Timmy's ass. Amanda assumed that Paul had cum in the other boy's ass just from his body language and facial expression. 

Amanda watched as the young man moved away from Paul and then Paul was pushed to all fours by Justin. Justin continued to fuck Paul as Timmy then offered his cock to Paul's mouth. Amanda continued to finger fuck her pussy as she watched Justin fuck her son who now had the other boy's cock in his mouth. Amanda had never witnessed a threesome in her life and it was an incredible turn-on for her. Her hand was sopping wet as she raced toward her own orgasm. Amanda stared at her own son who was enthusiastically sucking the cock in his mouth as his ass was pummeled by Justin.

Amanda reached her crescendo just as it appeared to her that Justin and the other boy ejaculated into her son's mouth and asshole. Amanda removed her hand from her panties and then rushed back at to her car. She drove away to a coffee shop thinking about the scene that she had witnessed. Amanda did not want to be home when the boys came back into the house as she did not want them to know that she had spied on them having sex. What Amanda didn't know was that Justin had spotted her peering through the curtains while she watched them. 

JUSTIN TESTS THE WATER WITH AMANDA 

A few days later, after having seen Amanda watching them have sex, Justin decided to take it to the next step with Amanda. Justin had spotted her peering out through the curtains while he fucked Paul and Paul sucked Timmy's cock. Amanda had gotten so caught up in the voyeurism that she di not realize that Justin had spotted her fingering herself. That Friday night after work Justin said he was too tired to drive home and he asked Paul if he could crash on the sofa. Paul would have preferred that Justin sleep in his bed but he couldn't risk getting caught by his mother. Paul got a pillow and a blanket for Justin and then Paul went to his bedroom. Of course Justin had no intention of sleeping on the sofa. Justin waited until he was sure that Paul was asleep and then he took off all his clothes and made his way to Amanda's bedroom. 

He quietly entered Amanda's room and he closed the door behind him. Justin's eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room and he saw that Amanda was still in her nightgown but it was gathered about her waist leaving her naked below her breasts. Justin felt his own cock grow into hardness and he decided that it was time to make his move. He dropped approached the bed with his impressive cock bobbing in front of him. When he got close to the bed he saw that Paul's mother had her eyes closed and there was a dildo in the bed next to her. Justin smiled as he looked at the half naked sexy woman realizing that she had had her own fun earlier.

Justin ran his finger lightly over Amanda's pussy until he felt the moistness. Amanda moaned slightly but she did not wake up. Justin continued playing with her pussy and Amanda subconsciously opened her legs. Justin then slipped his finger into her vagina and he was pleased to find it sopping wet. "This lady heats up quickly," he thought. Then Justin picked up the fake cock and ran the head of it around Amanda's vulva. Justin then eased the dildo into her pussy and began to move it in and out. Amanda in her sleep subconsciously moved her hand to her pussy and Justin released the dildo. Amanda took a hold of the fake cock and began to masturbate with it. 

Justin then got up on the bed and maneuvered between Amanda's legs. He leaned over and took her hand holding the dildo and slowly pulled it from her pussy. Amanda woke up and panicked when she realized that someone else was in the bedroom and in her bed. Her eyes opened wide and she freaked out when she saw Justin kneeling between her legs and holding her hand with the dildo in it.

"Oh Justin what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here? Where's Paul? You need to leave, please!" Amanda stammered embarrassed and confused, "What's going on? Why are you naked?

"Relax Amanda, its okay, I think that you would be happier with the real thing," Justin replied and then he moved closer to her pussy. 

Justin then eased his big cock into Paul's mother's pussy. Amanda was taken back with the size of him. Her first thoughts were where was Paul? Then she thought back to the only cock she had ever had her husband's and how it paled in size to Justin's cock. Amanda knew his cock was big from the times she spied on him and Paul but now she felt just how big it was. It had been years since she had a real cock in her and he filled her completely. Every fiber of her vagina tingled as the big dick made its way in. Amanda knew this was wrong and she should throw him out of her room but at the same time it felt so good. 

Amanda was afraid to make a fuss as she did not want to alert her son. Amanda couldn't even imagine the scene it would create if Paul walked in on them and saw them fucking. As Amanda thought of her son she was confused. Justin was gay. He was fucking her son. How could it be that he wanted to fuck her too? Amanda reluctantly let it happen and then she remembered fantasizing about his big cock when she used the dildo on her pussy. Isn't this what she really wanted anyway? 

"Oh we mustn't, we shouldn't, it is not right and then oh yes, oh it feels so good, oh, oh, fuck me, yes fuck", Amanda whispered as she was too close to her orgasm to stop now. 

Justin slid in and out of her pussy slowly allowing Amanda to adjust to his size and he continued to go deeper with each thrust until he was buried balls deep in her pussy. He was surprised when he heard Amanda use the fuck word.

"Oh my I have never been so full, fuck me, make me cum, make it last forever", Amanda cried out in a hushed tone not caring that she was fucking her son's lover.

Justin pounded her pussy making sure that his cock was in constant contact with her clit. Amanda had multiple orgasms as he fucked her. Justin pushed her nightgown up over her breasts. Amanda had pretty firm tits with rock hard nipples that extended a ½ inch. Justin twirled the nipples in his fingers and then leaned over taking one then the other in his mouth. This was the first time Justin had seen Paul's mother naked and he savored every moment.




Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 01



Amanda went wild whispering to him. "Oh yes, suck my tits, suck my nipples, fuck me good!" 

Justin could feel his balls start to tighten and he knew it wouldn't be long before he filled her pussy with his cum. Amanda stiffened and then had another violent orgasm. She thought to herself that Justin was a very experienced lover as he fucked her and sucked her tits.

Amanda yelled in a whisper, "Hold me, please hold me, I'm cummmming!" 

Justin reached around behind her and pulled Amanda toward him as she shook and trembled throughout her intense orgasm. As she was cumming so did Justin and he fired a barrage of cum into her pussy. As she started to recover Justin laid her back down on the bed and slowly fucked her as his cock softened. Justin's cock was swimming in her cunt; there was so much cum in there mingling with her own juices.

"How was that Amanda? Wasn't that better than your vibrator," he asked her in a whisper. 

Amanda looked down at Justin's soft cock and took it in her hand for the first time. Even soft it was bigger than her former husband's. She felt his cock harden in her hand and she held her arms open to him welcoming him between her legs again. Justin crawled between her legs and slipped his hard cock back in her pussy. Justin never wanted this to end and he wanted to fuck Paul's mother all night. Amanda knew this was wrong and she would deal with it later but right now it felt so good to have a real cock in her. Justin fucked her as long as he could. Amanda had multiple orgasms and the final one was so violent she nearly bucked Justin off her body. 

Then Amanda collapsed and whispered urgently. "Please stop, I have to rest. I have never been fucked so thoroughly in my life. I am not sure I can cum any more."

Amanda looked so angelic on her back with her big firm tits poking up in the air and her hot pussy on display. Justin eased her legs apart and lowered his mouth to her vulva unconcerned that he had cum in her pussy. He teased Amanda with his tongue until her pussy heated up and glistened with moisture. Amanda started to stir and she opened her legs wider giving Justin easier access to her luscious pussy.

Justin located her clit and brought a soft moan to Amanda's lips as he nibbled it gently. He then inserted a thick finger into his Amanda's pussy and continued to tease her hard clit. Amanda's pussy was getting wetter and wetter and she started to move her hips with a desire to cum. That was the signal that Justin was waiting for and he moved his body up and knelt between her legs. He lined up his huge erect cock with Amanda's sopping wet cunt and eased it back in. Amanda's face tensed with the anticipation of Justin's big cock filling her pussy again.

Justin fucked her slowly at first and then he began to pick up the pace. Soon he was pounding her pussy and fucking her into submission. Amanda had orgasm after orgasm as Justin relentlessly fucked her. Justin just kept at her with his hard-on until she screamed and pleaded with him to stop. Amanda's body convulsed in a mind blowing orgasm and then she went limp on the bed. Justin smiled to himself and he eased his cock out of Amanda's well fucked pussy. He was thrilled with the seduction of Paul's mother and he was proud about how many times she had orgasmed at his hands. Justin was surprised how easy it had been to seduce her.

"I need to cum again," Justin announced.

"Please Justin I can't, I am tired and sore," Amanda begged off.

"Well I will need your mouth then," Justin said assertively.

Amanda couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her son's lover was telling her to suck his cock. Amanda hadn't sucked a cock for years and that was just to get her husband hard. Amanda had never had anyone cum in her mouth but she knew that her son always let Justin cum in his mouth. Justin was pushing his cock toward her face and as if in a trance Amanda took Justin's cock in her mouth and she began to suck on it. Justin was charged and he knew that he wouldn't last long. He made up his mind to cum in Amanda's mouth so he did not warn her of his impending orgasm. Amanda took Justin deeper in her mouth and jerked him off with her hand. Cum flew out of his cock and sprayed the back of her throat. She was caught off guard by the force and the volume of his ejaculation and she pulled his cock from her mouth to avoid gagging. Justin's semen splashed against her tits and neck as she guided his cock away from her face. After about seven ropes of cum shot out of his cock she squeezed the remaining seed out then Justin put his cock back in her mouth and so she could suck him dry.

Amanda regained her senses and she was humiliated by the last act. She tried to be firm when she said, "I need a shower now and you have to leave. This can never happen again."

Justin just smiled and replied, "I don't think you mean that and you certainly don't want Paul to know how you seduced me."

"Get out!" Amanda whispered as loudly as she could.

Justin left the bedroom and put his underwear back on. Then he curled up on the sofa very content with himself. He was surprised how easy it had been to fuck Paul's mother and he was convinced that she had want it to happen. At that moment Justin decided that he would move in with Paul and Amanda then he could have sex with either of them any time he desired. Justin then dozed off and fell into a deep sleep.



Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 02



INTRODUCTION

This is a story about Amanda an attractive divorcee with one son who temporarily loses control of her life. She gives up control to a friend of her gay son and the friend uses her and her son for his own pleasure. Once the son's friend moves in with them Amanda becomes his sex slave and slides into debauchery. Over time Amanda learns that she can use her recently discovered sexual talents to her advantage and she can use sex to control others. 

THE CONQUEST OF AMANDA CONTINUES

Saturday morning Justin woke up on the sofa and smelled coffee aroma coming from the kitchen. He got up and used the bathroom to take his morning piss and throw some cold water on face. Justin then made his way into the kitchen and found Amanda wearing a bathrobe.

"Where's Paul?" Justin asked.

"He went to the store to pick up a few groceries and some muffins," Amanda replied nervously. 

Justin poured a cup of coffee for himself and then sat down at the kitchen table. Amanda couldn't face Justin and she stood at the kitchen sink facing away from him. Amanda was extremely upset with herself over what had happened last night. She struggled internally with her emotions. She had let her own son's friend fuck her and she didn't try to stop him. In fact she enjoyed it as it was the best sex she had had in years. But it was wrong, sinful and she couldn't let it happen again.

Amanda spoke looking out the kitchen window, "Justin what happened last night can never happen again," she said trying to sound firm but her voice cracked.

Justin got up from his chair and walked over to her. Amanda felt his presence behind her and she trembled. She wondered why she suddenly felt so insecure in his presence. Justin put his arms around Paul's mother's waist, pulled her back toward him and nuzzled her neck. Amanda knew she should stop this before it went any further but she couldn't or wouldn't. Justin moved his hands up to her breasts and began to massage them through her bathrobe. 

"You have very nice tits, Amanda," he told her as he moved his hips forward and Amanda felt his enormous cock pressing into her bottom through the robe.

Justin dropped to his knees behind her, lifted her robe up and trailed kisses up and down each leg and on her ass cheeks. Amanda was trembling with desire and she wondered where Justin had learned all these things. Justin turned her around toward him and began to tongue her sopping wet pussy. Amanda came violently humping his face and covering it with her pussy juice. Amanda was too weak to stand any longer so she allowed Justin to lower her to the kitchen floor. Justin removed her bathrobe and spread it out so that Amanda could lay on it. Amanda rolled over on her stomach in an effort to protect her pussy from any more attention.

Justin looked at Amanda's ass and he could not resist running his hands over her shapely cheeks. Her ass was so amazing that he felt his loins stir with a renewed desire. He had never seen such a perfect ass and he now knew where Paul got his bubble butt ass from. Justin had no knowledge of whether Paul's mother had ever been butt fucked. Justin got to his knees behind Amanda and kneaded her gorgeous ass cheeks. He then began to kiss her cheeks and run his tongue lightly in the crack of her ass. Amanda wiggled her ass feeling very wicked as Justin tongued and kissed her. Justin lifted her by her hips so that her ass was perched in the air. Amanda's head was still on the floor and she turned it to one side on the bathrobe and let out a gasp as Justin's tongue licked close to her asshole. No one had ever licked her asshole and again she was surprised with Justin's sexual maturity. Justin ran his tongue from her pussy to her ass causing her to tingle in anticipation of what might be next.

Justin spread her ass cheeks with his hands and dipped his tongue into the crack locating her nether hole. His tongue slowly circled her anus and she flinched at the contact. He then pushed his tongue as far as he could into her asshole and he found himself wanting to fuck her up the ass. He continued to ass fuck Amanda with his tongue and she was at his mercy. Amanda's desire grew as Justin worked her ass to the point that she suddenly wanted something more in her ass.

Justin removed his tongue from her ass and ran his hard cock between her ass cheeks as he spoke to her, "I want to fuck you in the ass Amanda."

"Justin no, don't you dare try," Amanda yelled in a panic.

"Stay right there," Justin told her as he retrieved a bottle of vegetable oil from the pantry. 

Then he knelt behind her and shoved his big dick into her pussy. He started to play with her ass again and squirted the oil in the crack of her ass. He massaged the oil into her asshole and began to finger her ass once again. The oil made Amanda very slick and Justin's finger slid easily in and out of her anus. 

"You want it in your ass Amanda?" She heard Justin say as she felt his cock press against her virgin ass hole, "I want to fuck your hot ass."

"No please no!" Amanda cried, shaking her head from side to side with her face pressing against the lounge chair. "I've never done that, you're too big. You'll ruin me."

"Don't be silly I'm not going to ruin you. You just need to be broken in," Justin said in a sinister tone and then added, "If your son can handle my cock in his ass, you certainly can too."

Justin had gone this far and he was determined to take Amanda's ass. It was the last frontier for her and besides he loved fucking people in the ass. Justin spread plenty of oil on his cock making it very slick. Then with one steady motion he plunged his cock into Amanda's asshole. He seemed gigantic, long and wide and Amanda screamed as he began to work his way into her poor tight ass. She could actually feel her stomach cramping around him as he stirred her insides and it burned when she clenched her ass muscles convulsing around his thickness. Shaking and sobbing with painful ecstasy, Amanda fell forward onto her robe with Justin's hands keeping her ass high in the air for him to plunder. 

Amanda screamed into her robe as it felt like a hot thick poker had just been rammed into her ass. Tears filled her eyes as her violated asshole spread to accommodate Justin's thick cock. She tried to get away but Justin was too strong and held her in place. Amanda cried out loud only to have the sound muffled by the robe as his complete length filled her. Amanda felt him flex his cock deep within her bowels as the searing pain continued. Justin reached one hand under her again and teased a nipple. Then he moved his other hand down and rubbed softly against her clit. Amanda's body responded to his stimulus and her stomach convulsed with mixed signals.

The intrusion in her ass didn't feel quite as bad now as Justin's fingers continued to tease her clit. Amanda felt him move inside her ass now and she tried to relax her ass muscles. Amanda's body was working back and forth on his cock now and she was amazed at the feeling of the cock in her ass. Amanda's clit was buzzing and the fullness in her ass just seemed to excite her pussy even more. Justin started hammering into her ass now. His fingers were still busy on her clit but now he had two fingers drilling in her pussy as the others fluttered around her clit. Amanda's whole body was aflame as she could feel his fingers pressing against the thin membrane separating her ass from her pussy. She could feel his hard cock sliding in her and the pressure of the fingers on his cock through the membrane. Amanda didn't need Justin to force her on his cock anymore, nor did she need him holding onto her tightly. Her entire body was fucking back at him of its own accord. Amanda could feel an enormous orgasm building with in her and her pussy was swollen to new proportions.

"Oh God," Amanda thought to herself, "I'm going to cum again, Oh God!"

Justin continued plowing into Amanda. The hot dry depths of her ass were so tight around his cock she knew that he was going to cum hard too. He worked his fingers faster inside her as he rammed his cock hard into her ass. Amanda started biting the robe like a mad woman as his groin made hard contact with her ass. Amanda felt her pussy spasm suddenly and then her whole body went rigid. She felt his cock swell in her rectum and then hot spurts of liquid lava hit her deep in her bowels, giving her a cum enema. Amanda screamed into robe. Both of them shuddered hard as every muscle tensed and then relaxed. Amanda felt a hot explosion as her body was overcome with the most violent orgasm she had ever had. She could still feel Justin's cock throbbing and spurting deep within her. Amanda felt Justin's cock shrink in her ass and then slowly back out making an audible popping sound. Amanda's ass was still high in the air and her thighs were aching. Justin lovingly caressed her shapely ass cheeks. 

He was proud of himself and his conquest. He had never expected to fuck Paul's mom in the ass but he couldn't stop once he got started. He was pleased that he was her first ass fuck. Justin backed off as Amanda lay face down on the floor and did not look at him. Amanda refused to look at him. Justin then came over and leaned close to her and whispered.

"Amanda, I really had a good time today. I loved fucking your ass and I look forward to more times together," he said as he ran his hand over her shapely ass.

Amanda slapped his hand away and snorted, "Get away from me." 

"Okay but you should no that your son is back from the store and he is headed toward the house," Justin lied.

Amanda panicked and scrambled to her feet. She grabbed her robe and dashed to her bedroom. Justin smiled as he watched her reaction and then he stared at the lovely ass that he just fucked as she ran toward her bedroom. Amanda took another shower and tried to douche the semen from her rectum. Her rectum tingled and Amanda felt constipated, a feeling she would have for a couple of days.

Several minutes later Paul arrived home with the groceries. By that time Justin was dressed and sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and looking at the morning paper.

"Good morning Justin, where's my mom?"

"Oh she's in her bedroom getting dressed, I think."

"How did you sleep last night?" Paul asked.

"Oh I had a great night," Justin smirked and then added, "You know Paul I should move in with you and your mom for the rest of the summer. I'm here all the time anyway."

"That would be cool but I don't think my mother would go for it," Paul responded.

"I bet she would, let's ask her later," Justin added.

"We'll we could clean up the third bedroom. There is just a bunch of stuff stored in there and there is a sleep sofa in the room," Paul offered excitedly.

Just then Amanda dressed in a tee shirt and shorts returned to the kitchen and Paul greeted her, "Good morning mother."

"Good morning," Amanda replied avoiding eye contact with Justin.

"Mother, Justin and I were discussing something but we need your approval. Since Justin is here almost everyday and he drives me back and forth to work, it would be convenient if he stayed here. We could fix up the third bedroom," Paul stated.

Amanda turned white at the suggestion and the thought of Justin living with them and she was speechless. "It would just be until school starts in a few months," Paul added.

Amanda knew that she should say no but instead she replied, "Let me think about it and then I will give you my answer."

"Great," Paul said and then he went down the hall to check out the third bedroom.

Justin got up from the kitchen table and moved close to Amanda. "Just think of all the fun we will have," Justin whispered as he grabbed her ass.

Amanda slapped his hand away and spun away from him. "Now Amanda you wouldn't want your son to hear about what we did last night and this morning would you? You wouldn't want him to know that I came in your pussy, mouth and ass. He might think that his mother was a real slut. Let's keep that our secret. So I think your answer should be yes." 

"You bastard," Amanda whispered as she turned beet red.

Paul returned to the kitchen and reported, "We could have that room in shape in a few hours. What's your decision mother?"

"Well I guess it would be all right but just until school starts," Amanda reluctantly agreed.

"Oh mother you're the best," Paul said as he hugged her.

"Yes Amanda, you're the best," Justin said making the gesture of a blow job with his hand and mouth.

Amanda returned her son's hug and as she did she gave Justin the finger. Justin just smiled in return and then said, "I'm going to get my things and I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Mother and I will get the room ready," Paul said excitedly as his mother cringed with thoughts of what was to come.

JUSTIN MOVES IN

Justin moved in that Saturday afternoon. Amanda and Paul had moved out the storage items, cleaned and vacuumed the room and they washed the windows. The third bedroom looked great now that it was restored to its original appearance. Justin and Paul carried all the boxes down to the basement and stored them there. Justin then moved his stuff into the bedroom and immediately he took over as if he had lived there forever. 

Paul said that he was going to take a shower so he changed out of his work clothes and went into the bathroom next to his room. Justin also took off his clothes and then walked naked across the hallway to join Paul in the bathroom. Amanda watched as the naked stud walked into the bathroom and she noticed that his cock was semi-erect. Amanda assumed that her son was in for a quick fuck before they dressed and left for work.

Amanda was absolutely correct as Justin joined Paul in the shower. Justin washed Paul's body and paid particular attention to Paul's ass. Justin stood behind Paul and washed Paul's chest and abs. Then Justin's hands made their way down to Paul's ass. Justin cupped the luscious buttocks in his hands as he soaped up Paul's ass. The he fingered Paul's asshole and soaped up his own cock. Paul leaned forward slightly placing his hands on the shower wall and arched his back so that his ass pushed back toward Justin. Justin eased his cock into Paul's soapy asshole as he held onto Paul's hips.

Paul groaned seductively as the big dick entered his asshole. Justin fucked him slowly and watched his cock slide out of Paul's shapely ass. Justin was so turned on that he felt his orgasm building quicker then he planned. There was no stopping him and his balls tightened as he unloaded in Paul's ass. Justin held onto to Paul's hips and drove his cock deep into Paul's asshole. Paul felt the molten sperm fill his asshole to overflowing and instinctively used his anal muscles to milk Justin's cock.

"Oh Justin I feel it! I feel you cumming in me. It feels so good keep fucking me," Paul blurted.

Justin stayed hard and kept fucking Paul. Justin could feel his own semen surround his cock as he continued to fuck Paul's ass. Justin sensed that he would stay hard and he was pleased that he could continue to fuck Paul's ass. Paul realized that Justin would fuck him until he ejaculated again and Paul began to stroke his own cock. Paul asked Justin to jerk him off while he fucked him.

"Justin, play with me. Play with my cock. Stroke it for me again," Paul begged.

Justin honored Paul's request. He grabbed a hold of the teenager's cock and jerked him off as he fucked Paul's ass. Justin lasted much longer this time but he still felt a huge orgasm building in his balls. Just as Justin came in Paul's ass a second time, Paul screamed that he was cumming. Justin stroked Paul quicker and he watched over Paul's shoulder as Paul ejaculated. Paul's cum shot out of his cock and splattered against the shower wall. Justin liked seeing Paul cum and watching the spunk shoot out of Paul's cock. 

Justin and Paul let the shower water cascade over their bodies and cleanse them of all semen. Then they dried off and walked naked back into their bedrooms. Justin and Paul then dressed for work and left the house. Paul yelled goodbye to his mother who was in her own bedroom deep in thought. Justin and Paul left the house and Amanda contemplated her and her son's future with Justin.

Later Saturday night a very tired Justin and Paul arrived home after a very busy night at the restaurant. Paul went straight to bed but Justin was in the mode for some female sex. Justin waited until Paul was asleep in his room and then Paul went down to Amanda's room. Justin peeked in the bedroom and saw in the dim light that Amanda was sound asleep. She was in her nightgown with just the bed sheet covering her lower body. Justin was naked when he entered the bedroom and he stood by the bed letting his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. Justin then slowly pulled the bed sheet of her body and lifted her nightgown over her tits.

Amanda looked so angelic sleeping on her back with her cute firm tits poking up in the air and her hot pussy on display. Justin eased her legs apart and lowered his mouth to her vulva. He teased her with his tongue until her pussy heated up and glistened with moisture. She started to stir and reached down to her pussy only to find Justin's head between her legs. Amanda opened her legs wider giving him easier access to her luscious pussy.

Justin located her clit and brought a soft moan to her lips as he nibbled it gently. He then inserted a thick finger into her pussy and continued to tease her hard clit. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and she started to move her hips with a desire to cum. That was the signal that Justin was waiting for and he moved his body up and knelt between her legs. He lined up his huge erect cock with Amanda's sopping wet cunt and eased it in. Her face tensed with the anticipation of his big cock filling her pussy. Justin loved to watch his cock slide into a hot pussy or ass and see the expression on his lover's face as the cock spread her wider.

Justin fucked her slowly at first as he usually did and then he began to pick up the pace. Soon he was pounding her pussy and fucking her into submission. Amanda had orgasm after orgasm as he relentlessly fucked her. Justin just kept at her until she screamed and pleaded with him to stop. Amanda's body convulsed in a mind blowing orgasm and then she went limp on the bed. Justin smiled to himself and eased his cock out of her well fucked pussy. He still had not cum.

Amanda wrapped one hand around his cock and looked up at Justin with those daring blue eyes. She then tilted her head back down and brought her mouth towards his cock. She ran her tongue up its smooth underbelly and Justin groaned aloud. Holding it with her hand she sank her open mouth down onto his cock. Her lips closed around it and Justin felt her hot, wet tongue go to work. Amanda sucked him hard and her cheeks hollowed as she worked her head back and forth. Justin gasped and put his fingers into her soft hair to guide her head back and forth. Amanda knew what she was doing as her pace slowly quickened and her right hand worked Justin's shaft. Her left hand cradled his balls and softly stroked them. She then ran her finger along his perineum. Amanda took Justin's cock from her mouth and blew on the head of it. Justin felt her breath cool the saliva on his cock and he clenched his butt in pleasure. Justin's large cock bulged in her firm grip and felt even larger than normal. Amanda worked her hand back and forth letting it glide smoothly around his cock then she looked up at Justin and smiled. She knew the effect she was having on him and she seemed to enjoy every moment of his torment. 

Justin moaned again as her tongue snaked forward and tickled the tip of his cock. Her tongue found the pee hole and she licked the pre-cum as it oozed out of his slit. She worked her tongue in circles around the tip of Justin's cock and took his length deeply into her mouth again. Justin watched as almost the full length of his cock vanished into her mouth. Amanda then swirled her tongue around the shaft of his cock that was buried in her mouth. Justin closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure as her head worked back and forth more quickly clasping his shaft with both hands as her head vigorously bobbed up and down. 




Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 02



Amanda's pace was relentless and Justin held her head gently as he felt his orgasm building in his testicles. This was definitely one of the best blow jobs Justin ever had in his life. Amanda allowed his cock to plop out of her mouth again and a thin trail of saliva stretched from his cock to her lips. Amanda smiled again and caught the saliva in her hand as her eyes fixed on Justin's cock. Her hand wrapped tightly around it again and she proceeded to jerk him off me at a steady pace occasionally licking the head of his cock and nibbling it with her teeth. Justin threw his head back, closed his eyes and groaned out loud. Amanda jerked him off as fast as she could as her hand almost became a blur as it moved up and down his shaft. There was a distinct look of lust in Amanda's eyes as she stared at Justin's cock. Amanda then took him back in her mouth and ran her tongue around his shaft again. Then her head bobbed up and down again as she pursed her lips and hallowed her cheeks. That did it for Justin.

"Amanda, I'm going to cum," Justin whispered and then he grunted as he came in her mouth.

Amanda took Justin's warning as a signal and she started sucking harder and squeezing his cock with her hand. Justin's eyes closed tight as he ejaculated in her mouth. He felt his cock pulsate as rope after rope of semen shot into her mouth. As the intense sensations passed from Justin's body he relaxed a little and looked down to watch Amanda suck every drop from his cock. She was now kissing it, licking up and down the shaft as if she were making love to it. Justin's cock softened in her mouth and she took it in her hand as she licked the final remnants of his ejaculation from the slit. Once she was satisfied that she had emptied his cock she ran her tongue around her lips and swallowed one final time. Amanda let out a big sigh and then flopped down on the bed along side him.

Amanda lay on her back and welcomed Justin into her arms as he moved between her legs and kissed her. Justin moved from her lips to her breasts and spent a good amount of time kissing her tits and sucking on her nipples. Amanda loved the attention he paid to her breasts and she cooed and moaned softly as he worked on them. Justin began his descent down her body kissing her firm tummy and tickling her belly button with his tongue. Then he moved between her legs and kissed her inner thighs causing her to groan aloud.

Amanda's body twitched when Justin's tongue touched her quim. He then moved her legs on top of his shoulders and settled in to eat her pussy. Justin licked her labia and inserted his tongue passed her outer and inner lips. Locating her aroused clit he sucked on it and gently nibbled it with his teeth. Justin expected to bring Amanda off with his mouth and then fuck her but she interrupted that plan.

"Oh I'm ready now make love to me, please love me now," she gasped as she tugged on his head.

Justin slid his cock into her pussy which was now sopping wet. It went in easily and Amanda gasped at the contact and penetration. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and held Justin tight as she humped herself against him. Amanda had a small orgasm but she kept right on fucking and Justin kept pace with her. He continued to fuck her until she had one of her mind blowing orgasms in which her body quivered and quaked as she cried out loud.

"Oh I'm cumming, it's a big one again, hold me hold me, oh!" she screamed as she stiffened her body and clutched his cock in her pussy. 

Amanda's body went limp after her climax and she lay under Justin as he picked up the pace fucking her in search of his own release. It didn't take too long before Justin's body went rigid and he dumped another load into Amanda's twat. She held him by his buns as she pulled him to her and used her vaginal muscles to milk his cock dry. Justin rolled off her and flopped next to her as we were both drained. Several hours later Justin woke up to pee and afterwards he returned to his own bedroom.

A WILD FOURSOME

For the next week Justin stayed very busy keeping both Amanda and Paul happy. Justin was fucking Amanda at night after he and Paul returned from the restaurant and he was fucking Paul during the day. Once he fucked Amanda in the morning as she was in the shower getting ready for work. On Thursday, Justin, Timmy and Paul had just finished one of their marathon fuck sessions. Justin had fucked and cum in both Timmy's ass and Paul's ass while they took turns sucking each other's cock. Then Justin was blown by Paul as Timmy fucked Paul in the ass. Then Timmy had sucked Justin's cock while Paul fucked Timmy's ass. Justin had cum four times, once in each of the boys holes. They lay drained on the pool lounges and then Justin told the boys of his plan. First he told them that he had been fucking Paul's mother and that she loved it. Paul and Timmy listened intently and they were in mild shock as Justin told them about Amanda. Paul was surprised by his mother's promiscuous and the things she was willing to do. Justin lied to Paul and Timmy when he told them Amanda had a secret desire to have sex with two or three men at the same time.

"Really she wants to have group sex?" asked Paul in disbelief.

"Yes she does I can think of no better partners than you two," Justin told them.

"Fuck my own mother! No way I couldn't do that besides I have never fucked a pussy," Paul blurted out.

"You don't have to fuck her pussy, I'll do that. You guys can take her ass and her mouth. She loves it in the ass and she loves to suck cock," Justin explained.

Justin continued, "Paul you should learn to fuck women that way you can have sex with both guys and girls. Believe me you will love it on campus if you swing both ways. Timmy had fucked girls in the ass before and he liked it.

Then the assertive Timmy spoke out, "Let's do it. Paul you fuck your Mom in the ass and I'll fuck you in the ass. Then we will switch and I bet with a cock in our ass we can stay hard and fuck your Mom."

"I don't know Timmy, my Mom?" Dannie questioned.

"You heard Justin, she loves it and she wants it. I say we do it," Timmy affirmed.

Justin smiled as it had gone better than he had planned. Justin then laid out the time and place for them to spring their surprise on Amanda. The trap was set. Amanda of course knew nothing of Justin's devious plan. "We will do it this Saturday in her room. Timmy you will stay at the house Friday night in Paul's room. I will tell her that Paul went out to the store and then you guys will come in while I'm fucking her. Make sure that cocks are well lubed and ready to go," Justin explained 

Saturday morning Justin and Amanda were in bed and Amanda thought that Paul was at the store and would be gone for a few hours. Justin lay on his back as Amanda began a slow descent from his lips to his cock. Soon she had Justin rock hard in her mouth. Justin turned around so that he could get to her pussy and he began to eat her as she sucked his cock.

"I am getting so hot," Amada said. "I have to have your cock in me I am going to sit on your cock," she gasped.

Amanda straddled Justin's body and lowered herself onto his cock. She moaned as it filled her pussy and then began to slowly rock back and forth. It was obvious that she wanted this fuck to last for awhile. Justin cupped her ass as she rocked back and forth and then he began to play with her asshole. He grabbed the lotion near the bed and applied a generous amount to the crack in her buttocks. He pushed one then two fingers into her asshole as she continued to ride him. Justin could feel his own cock in her vagina through the thin membrane. Amanda was going wild with the double penetration and she humped him faster and faster. 

"Oh this is going to be a big one, hold me hold me," she pleaded.

Justin held her tightly as Amanda exploded with an intense orgasm. Amanda shook and moaned as she squirted her woman cum all over his cock. She collapsed on Justin's body as he continued to fuck her slowly. Justin looked over her shoulder and saw Paul and Timmy standing there naked and both sporting erections. They must have come in the room while Amanda was cumming. Justin smiled and motioned to Paul pointing to Amanda' ass. He nodded getting Justin's meaning. Justin nodded toward the lotion on the table and Paul picked it up. He lathered up his cock with the lotion and then he moved toward the bed. Justin grabbed Amanda's buttocks and pulled them apart putting her asshole on full display. She was starting to get aroused again and resumed her movements on Justin's cock. Paul knelt on the bed and aimed his dick at his mother's asshole.

She stiffened when she felt the intrusion. "What the," she exclaimed!

"It's okay it's Paul," Justin assured her.

Paul eased his cock all the way into her ass and began fucking her. Soon they had a good rhythm going and they could feel each other's cock through the thin membrane separating them. All of this was too much for Timmy and he lubed his cock with the lotion and knelt behind Paul to fuck him in the ass.

"Paul you shouldn't being doing this!" Amanda screamed.

"Timmy is here too and right now he is in Paul's ass fucking him as we fuck," Justin replied.

"Sweet mother of God," she exclaimed somewhat in shock!

Their cocks were sliding in and out of Amanda in perfect harmony. As Justin slid out of her cunt Paul filled her asshole. When Justin filled her pussy Paul slid out of her ass and experienced Timmy's cock penetrating his ass fully. Justin had the best vantage point and he could see the looks of ecstasy on their faces. Amanda was moaning and trembling with the double penetration and Paul was in another world as he fucked and got fucked at the same time. Timmy had a look of determination on his face as he pounded Paul's ass.

We kept on fucking one another and we were getting close to cumming when Paul called out, "Oh Justin, oh Justin."

Justin called back to him, "It's okay we are all cumming."

Timmy yelled, "I'm going to shoot."

Justin watched Timmy stiffen and bury his cock deep in Paul's ass as he filled it with his man seed. This seemed to set Paul off as his body stiffened at first and then leaped several times like a coiled spring as he came in Amanda's ass. Amanda felt Justin's cum fill her womb for the first time that day. It seemed that Justin would not stop cumming as he fired streams of cum into her filling her pussy to overflowing. Amanda collapsed on top of Justin crushing her breasts into his chest as her hips gyrated out of control. Justin could feel her juices soaking his cock once again. The looks on all the faces were ones of bewilderment and ecstasy.

They all lay still on top of one another as the three bodies had collapsed with Justin on the bottom. Finally one by one they separated. Paul and Timmy stood beside the bed and they all looked at one another somewhat in disbelief of what just happened. Amanda sheepishly got out of bed and ran into her bathroom. She was clearly embarrassed by what had happened but most of all she was embarrassed because she had enjoyed it so much.

Timmy exclaimed, "Man that was the wildest sex I have ever been involved in."

Timmy continued, "To see Paul's mother being double fucked was unbelievable and I was so turned on I just had to join in and fuck Paul." 

"Yeah, it was pretty wild okay. I wasn't sure how Amanda would react but she did seem to get into it," Justin replied.

"She is probably thinking about it in the bathroom and trying to figure out what she will say to us," voiced Paul.

They continued a three way conversation about the sex act and replaying how they felt. As they talked Justin noticed that Timmy and Paul were getting hard again. The amazing recuperative powers of youth were at work once again. Then they started to play with each other's dick and soon they were ready for more action.

"This time I fuck you" Paul said to Timmy.

Timmy got up on all fours and arched his back wiggling his bubble butt at Paul. Paul slipped behind him and re-lubed his cock and Timmy's asshole. Paul slid in easily to the well used ass and began to fuck Timmy.

"Justin, stick your cock in my mouth, please" Timmy requested in an unsure voice.

Justin moved over to Timmy and presented him with his semi-erect cock. Timmy took Justin in his mouth and before long he had him rock hard. Timmy was a very accomplished cocksucker and he knew just how to keep Justin hard until he came. Paul was fucking Timmy's ass as Timmy was sucking Justin's dick. Timmy had a hard-on just from the action he was getting.

Justin looked up to see the bathroom door open and Amanda standing there watching her son as he fucked Timmy. She dropped her towel and moved closer to them. She looked down at Timmy's erection and then shocked everyone all by dropping to her knees and taking the boy's cock in her mouth. Paul and Justin looked at each other in disbelief and Timmy gasped on Justin's cock when he felt Paul's mother's mouth envelop his dick. This act by Amanda set the guys all over the edge and all of them ejaculated into the accompanying receptacles. Justin filled Timmy's mouth with cum as Paul filled Timmy's asshole with his seed. Timmy moaned and groaned as he filled Paul's Mother's mouth with his cum. Amanda continued to suck on Timmy's cock until she had drained him of all his cum. Timmy collapsed on the bed with Paul behind him. Justin sat on the bed and Amanda sat next to him. 

Amanda looked at Justin and said loud enough for all of them to hear, "I think that I have now reached total debauchery. Let's get cleaned up and dressed and go get some coffee, we need to get out of this room for awhile."

The four of them threw on robes, shirts, shorts or sweats and went to the breakfast area. Amanda made a pot of coffee and they all sat around in silence waiting for someone to speak first. Amanda broke the ice. 

"Look we just had some great sex and we all did things we didn't expect to happen," Amanda started. "And I am okay with it, I just went with the flow and did what came naturally," she went on.

"Mother there is nothing natural about sucking your own son's cock. Although I enjoyed every moment of it, I was quite surprised by your actions." Paul replied. "And I loved fucking your ass but it was really strange being my first time with a woman," Paul added.

"How about we all take a shower together," Justin teased.

Amanda spoke up first, "Sure why not? After what we have been through this morning I am sure that we can see each other naked again." 

They all went into the master bedroom shower which had plenty of room for four people. They all entered the shower and before long Amanda and Justin were washing and fondling each other as Paul and Timmy played with each other. They finished the shower and they were all in an obvious state of excitement with the three guys sporting boners. Unsure what was next they went back to the bedroom?

Amanda truly surprised everyone when she said, "I want to try a three-way that is I want a cock in my pussy, ass and mouth."

Justin lay on my back so that Amanda could straddle his cock as she did that morning. She slowly sank down burying Justin's cock in her juicy cunt. Paul lubed up his cock and her ass and slid his dick into her bunghole. Timmy presented her with his hard cock. Amanda started going wild humping two cocks and sucking her son's. Justin could feel her squirting her pussy juice all over his cock. She was incredibly turned on.

Paul called out, "Timmy switch with me."

Timmy and Paul traded places as Paul presented his hard cock to Amanda's mouth and Timmy slid his erect dick into her ass. This was more of a turn-on then they expected and soon they were all cumming in Amanda's holes.

Timmy strangely enough was the first to cum and screamed out, "Oh man, I'm cumming, I'm doing it, and I am cumming in your ass."

Paul came next flooding his mother's mouth as Justin filled her womb with a generous amount of cum. Amanda shook with her own orgasm and collapsed on Justin as Timmy collapsed on her.

Amanda murmured, "If I hadn't reached total debauchery this morning, I certainly have now."

The rest of the weekend Amanda had sex with her son, Timmy and Justin. Sometimes she had three cocks in her at the same time. Other times Amanda had sex with Justin alone or with her son. Timmy was only comfortable fucking Paul's mother in the ass or letting her suck his cock. Paul agreed to fuck her pussy to see if he could and he was able to remain hard and cum in her pussy. Amanda sucked her son's cock while either Justin or Timmy fucked Paul in the ass. Amanda had waited a long time for sex since her divorce and now she had more than she could ever have imagined.



Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 03



INTRODUCTION

This is a story about Amanda an attractive divorcee with one son who temporarily loses control of her life. She gives up control to a friend of her gay son and the friend uses her and her son for his own pleasure. Once the son's friend moves in with them Amanda becomes his sex slave and slides into debauchery. Over time Amanda learns that she can use her recently discovered sexual talents to her advantage and she can use sex to control others. 

THE POOL PARTY 

With only a month left before school started, Justin had decided to have a pool party. He didn't ask Paul or Amanda their opinion but instead he invited them to the party. Justin acted as if he it was his pool and he made all the decisions. Justin invited six of his friends over on a Saturday, one of them worked with Justin and Paul at the restaurant and Justin knew that he was gay. The other four were college friends of Justin's and Justin also invited Timmy. Amanda was appalled at Justin's nerve but once again she was powerless to do anything about it. So Amanda went along with the party although she had no intentions of attending. On the other hand Paul was thrilled about the party.

When Saturday arrived, Justin, Timmy and Paul set up everything for the party. They had a keg on tap and snacks placed around the pool deck. Justin also made pitchers of vodka slushes. Amanda remained in the family room while the preparations were underway. Once the guests started arriving, Justin came in the house to get Amanda. 

"Justin, I told you that I was not going to attend the party. Now please leave me alone," Amanda said sternly.

Justin, however, was not put off by her act and ordered her to the pool deck. "Amanda you are going to put on your bathing suit and join us or I am going to drag you outside naked to the party."

Amanda sensing that Justin was serious agreed to attend the party. "All right, give me a minute to put on my suit."

"Put on the black one that fits you like a glove. I want my friends to see how shapely you are," Justin told her.

Justin remained in her bedroom while Amanda undressed and put on her black bathing suit. Even though the two of them had fucked like rabbits, Amanda was still put out that Justin remained in her bedroom. Justin let out a soft whistle as he admired Amanda in her form fitting bathing suit. Amanda was one of those women who looked good in clothes and out of clothes. They left the bedroom and Amanda followed Justin out to the pool deck and she was introduced to his friends. 

It was odd that Justin, not her own son Paul, introduced her. Amanda was aware that the college boys were checking her out closely and she had a sense that they knew Justin was fucking her. The four boys from college were Art, Mike, Matt and Trevor. The other person hanging close to her son was David who also worked at the restaurant. After the introductions Amanda was served a frozen drink. She normally didn't drink that early but she had a nervous feeling about the party and she was sure that she would need a few drinks before the day was done.

No one was sitting down around the pool deck and Amanda could not help but notice the hard bodied young men. Justin's friends were studs like he was and they were all very fit. Amanda could not help wondering what their cocks looked like. The Amanda looked over at her son and saw him standing with David and Timmy. David looked even more effeminate than Timmy and Amanda convinced herself that he was gay too. As the three of them talked they kept touching each other and Amanda noticed that her son, Timmy and David all had boners.

Amanda's thoughts were interrupted when Justin refilled her vodka slush. Amanda was feeling the effects of the alcohol and the sun so she decided to sit down. She never made it to the lounge as Justin intercepted her and had her dance with him. Justin held Amanda tight against his body as they danced to a slow song and she could feel his erection pressing into her body. Justin kept dancing with her through three slow songs and he continued to press his cock against her. Justin's hands dropped to Amanda's ass and he held her by her ass cheeks as they danced. Amanda turned beet red as she knew the other young men were watching her. During the third song Justin unzipped the back of Amanda's bathing suit and pulled it down. Her big tits fell out right into his hands but Amanda pressed closer to Justin so that her tits would not be exposed to the others.

"Justin, please," Amanda whispered.

"Relax I want to feel your bare tits against my chest," he replied as they continued to dance.

Then Trevor came over to them and got behind Amanda and pressed against her. "You don't mind if I join you, do you?" he said.

"Not at all, the more the merrier," Justin said with a laugh.

The three of them danced and Amanda could feel the two erect cocks pressing against her body. Justin's pressed against her vulva and Trevor's pressed against her buttocks. Trevor felt even bigger than Justin if that was possible. Soon Art, Mike and Matt surrounded the threesome and they began to touch Amanda's bare back and legs. Amanda was shaking with a mixture of nerves and desires as she was fondled by the five young men. She looked over Justin's shoulder and saw that things had progressed with her son, Timmy and David.

Timmy and David were standing on either side of Paul and all three of them had their bathing suits down to their knees. Their cocks were erect and Paul had Timmy's cock in one hand and David's in his other hand. Timmy and David both had a hold of Paul's ass cheeks and they were kissing his neck. Amanda knew that before long Paul would be on all fours with a cock in his mouth and a cock in his ass. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt her bathing suit being pulled down her body. 

Amanda tried to grab a hold of her bathing suit but she was restrained by two of the guys. She didn't know who pulled her suit down but he lifted her legs on at a time and removed it from her body. Amanda was now completely naked and surrounded by five young studs caressing her body. Justin kissed her deeply thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. Then Amanda felt the other mouths cover her breasts, pussy and ass. She was in an incredible state of desire but she didn't want to have sex on the pool deck. 

Amanda broke the kiss and whispered to Justin, "Please let's go in the house." 

"Let's take this inside guys," Justin announced.

The five guys released Amanda and she headed for the house to accept her fate for that day. She checked on her son one more time and she saw him on all fours with Timmy's cock in his ass and David's cock in his mouth. Amanda then entered the house and Justin guided her to her own bedroom. Once in her room Amanda got on the bed and waited to see who would fuck her first. Justin slipped off swimsuit and mounted her. He drove his big thick cock all the way into her sopping wet pussy with one thrust. Justin fucked Amanda hard and fast causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

Justin rolled over pulling Amanda with him and all the while he kept his cock buried in her pussy. Amanda was now on top of Justin and he reached up and fondled and squeezed her tits. He rolled her nipples in his fingers as he drove his cock up into her pussy. Amanda was out of control as she rode her lover's cock. Just then a familiar figure moved in front of Amanda. Amanda recognized Trevor and she managed a brief smile before instinctively taking his cock in her mouth. Justin continued to fuck her from below and fondle her tits as she sucked on Trevor's cock. Then a naked Matt already with a thoroughly oiled erect cock climbed up on the bed behind Amanda. Justin held Amanda tightly pulling her down to his body and causing her ass to rise slightly. Trevor held her head firmly between his hands as he fucked her face. 

Matt aimed his cock at Amanda's asshole and began to push in. Even though Matt had lubed his cock the fit in her ass was incredibly tight. Amanda realized what was happening to her and she struggled but Justin and Trevor held her securely in place. Amanda tried to protest verbally but her yells and screams were lost on Trevor's cock and her actions almost caused her to gag. The well endowed Matt had about half of his cock in her when Amanda gasped and tossed her head from side to side. Amanda had never had three large cocks like these all at the same time. Matt was much larger than Paul and Timmy and Amanda felt the difference. 

The pain was excruciating as Matt's cock worked its way deeper and deeper into Amanda's ass. Her eyes welled up with tears and she felt her anal channel being stretched to new dimensions. Everyone had remained still until her ass was penetrated and now the three men picked up the pace again fucking Amanda in all three of her orifices. Amanda could only go with the flow and be used as they had intended. The pain had subsided somewhat and now she felt more of a bloating and cramping sensation. The three men had established a rhythm and their cocks were now gliding easily in and out of Amanda's holes. The cramping had stopped and now Amanda only felt somewhat constipated with the cock in her ass. Matt in her ass suddenly stiffened and fired a barrage of spunk into her ass. Her asshole was flooded with his seed. The warm liquid did feel somewhat soothing in her recently ravaged asshole.

Matt pulled his semi-hard cock from Amanda's ass and she could feel the cool air of the room touch her anus. She also felt his cum trickle out of her ass and run down between her thighs onto Justin's big balls. Amanda had just started to relax and focus on the two cocks in her pussy and mouth when she felt another cock at her asshole.

"Not again," she thought to herself.

Once again Justin and Trevor held her securely as Mike's cock was pushed into her ass and his was a little longer and thicker than the previous one. Once again her rectum was stretched to accommodate to the new intrusion and once again Amanda experienced the same feelings, initial pain transitioning to bloating and cramping and then the feeling of fullness. The three men again established their rhythm and worked Amanda's body. This time she felt Justin stiffen and shoot his load into her pussy and right after him Mike came in her ass. Her holes were flooded and drenched with male seed and as she felt the hot spunk flowing into her holes Trevor caught her off guard and came in her mouth.

Amanda couldn't believe all the sperm that filled her holes she seemed to be swimming in it. As the bodies untangled a fresh cock entered Amanda's pussy and soon another entered her mouth. Then a third cock, smaller then the first two entered her asshole. Amanda's body was consumed with lust and she just allowed her self to be manhandled and used for pleasure. Art was now in her ass and much to Amanda's surprise and satisfaction he was smaller than the other young men.

Justin stood back and watched his friends have their way with Amanda as she was continuously triple-fucked until she just collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. The college students just could not believe their good fortune in having this attractive mature woman to fuck all day. The four young men got off the bed and watched as Justin got on the bed and rolled Amanda over on her stomach.

Justin lifted the almost lifeless Amanda up by her hips until her asshole was level with his hard cock. Amanda kept her face down on the bed and turned to one side watching her self in the mirror on her dresser. Justin slowly slid his thick cock into Amanda's well used asshole. Amanda just emitted a low moan as she felt Justin's thick cock enter her ass. Amanda had lost track of how many cocks had fucked her that day and how many had been in her ass. All she knew was that she had been repeatedly stretched more and more each time she was butt fucked. Now she felt Justin stretch her even further as he sank his cock all the way into her ass. He then began to fuck her slowly watching his cock chamber and re-chamber in and out of her shapely ass. Justin stroked a few more times before he felt his orgasm build in his balls. One deep thrust and then he flooded Amanda's ass with another huge load of cum that mingled with the numerous loads that previously filled her ass. Amanda watched in the mirror as if she was in a trance as the big cock filled her ass. 

Justin pulled his softening cock from Amanda's ass and he watched as his seed ran out of her enlarged anus. Amanda squeezed her muscles as if she were trying to poop and forced more cum out of her anal channel. Amanda slumped on the bed and Justin left with the others and returned to the pool deck to get some more drinks. As they walked by Paul's room they saw that Paul, Timmy and David had moved their action inside. David was on the bed on all fours as he sucked on Timmy's cock while Paul fucked David from behind. Justin and his four friends watched the threesome briefly and then went out to the pool deck. Justin and his friends remained naked and they took a dip in the pool before relaxing on the lounge chairs. The five of them chatted and had drank some more beer. Then they started getting horny again and talked about Amanda.

"I have to go to work in a couple of hours but you guys can hang out here. Paul and David have to go to work too," Justin offered as if everything belonged to him.

"What about Timmy? Is he staying too," Trevor asked.

"Yeah he can stay. He's already fucked Paul and Amanda and Paul has fucked him. You know I fuck him all the time at school. He'll be willing to join in. You guys can fuck him or let him blow you if you wear Amanda out," Justin told them.

"Should be fun," Matt quipped.

"I going to take a shower and get going," Justin said and then he walked naked into the house.

Justin checked on Paul and laughed when he saw the three cum covered guys on Paul's bed. "Come on Paul and David we need to get cleaned up and go to work," Justin reminded them.

As much as they wanted to shower together and play around some more, they really had to get going. Justin, Paul and David left the house just as the other guys headed for Amanda and Timmy. Justin could only imagine the possibilities of what would happen by the time they returned from the restaurant. Now that Paul and David had discovered each other, Paul had someone else he could fuck and who would suck his cock.

After work that night Paul and David sat in the back seat of Justin's car on the ride home. Paul and David had their cocks out and they were playing with each other in the car. Justin pulled into the driveway and the three of them headed into the house. David and Paul still had their cocks dangling out of their pants. Justin made a quick survey and saw that Trevor and Matt were in bed with Amanda and they were all sleeping. Then he looked in his room and saw that Mike, Art and Timmy were asleep in his bed. 

Justin turned to David and Paul and whispered, "Looks like we'll be sleeping in Paul's bed tonight."

Justin, David and Paul stripped naked and got in Paul's bed. The three of them lay on their sides and fucked before they went to sleep. Paul was fucked by Justin as he fucked David. Later David was in the middle and he was fucked by Justin as he fucked Paul. Then they fell into a deep sleep.

THE MORNING AFTER

On Saturday morning Justin was the first one awake and he went into the kitchen to make coffee for everyone. Then still naked he got Art and Mike out of his bed and told them to join him in Amanda's bedroom. The three young studs walked into her bedroom and found her still sleeping in bed with Trevor and Matt. Justin told the guys that they would give Amanda a unique wake up call. Justin got in bed and eased his well lubed cock into Amanda's asshole startling her in the process. Amanda quickly adjusted to Justin's cock as she had done so many mornings.

Justin rolled over on his back keeping his cock in Amanda's ass and exposing her pussy to Mike and Art. "One of you guys take her mouth and the other her pussy," Justin directed.

Mike got on the bed and eased his cock into Amanda's vagina as Art moved along side her head and fed his cock to her. The motion of the bed rocking then stirred Trevor and Matt and they woke up to find Amanda with three cocks in her again. Justin told Matt and Trevor to have Amanda jerk them off. Matt and Trevor went to either side of the bed and placed their cocks in Amanda's out stretched hands. The five guys began cheering her on as she handled five cocks at once.

Timmy, Paul and David heard the commotion coming from Amanda's bedroom so they decided to check it out. The three of them walked in naked and stood at the foot of the bed watching the five guys with Paul's mom. Paul, Timmy and David then began to play with each other and stroke each other's cocks as they watched the bizarre display of a six some.

"Guys let's cum on her instead of in her this morning," Justin directed.

Art was the first to cum and he aimed his cock at Amanda's great looking tits. He sprayed her tits with his load and then wiped his cock on one of them. Mike came next and he pulled out of her pussy and shot his wad onto her belly and pubes. Justin pulled his cock from Amanda's ass and ejaculated between her legs all over her thighs. Trevor and Matt took their cocks from Amanda's hands and then they jerked off on her tits covering them with their seed. Amanda was cum drenched and she was too tired to even be humiliated at this point.

"I want to see Paul fuck his mom," Trevor announced.

"He's done it before," Justin told everyone as he rolled Amanda over on her belly. "Take her ass again," Justin told Paul.

Paul was hard by now from David jerking his cock. He got on the bed behind his mother and nudged her legs apart. Amanda was too weak to kneel on all fours so Paul just slipped his cock into her ass as she lay flat on the bed. Then Timmy told David to fuck Paul so David got on top of Paul and pushed his cock into Paul's ass. Timmy then put his cock into David's ass and began fucking him as he fucked Paul.

The other five guys left them alone in Amanda's room and they all went into the kitchen and had a cup of coffee. They took the coffee outside and sat naked in the lounge chairs as they recovered from the sex marathon. The guys also cooled off in the pool and relaxed in the lounges. Eventually Paul, Timmy and David came outside to join them.

"How's your mom Paul?" Justin asked.

"She's exhausted and she is staying in her bedroom. She can't take anymore," Paul told them.

The guys chuckled and then Trevor said, "Paul your mother is the hottest lady I ever fucked."

"Yeah we should invite her to a fraternity party once school starts," Mike added.

"Hey I have an idea Justin. Terry is getting married in two weeks and we are giving him a bachelor party. Let's do it here," Matt suggested.

"That's a great idea," Justin said. "Amanda can be our entertainment and we won't have to hire a stripper."

The guys all high fived each other and then Paul spoke, "Justin she might not want to do that."

Justin laughed out loud and then said, "Paul, you know by now that your mother will do anything I want her to do and you will too."

Paul blushed and nodded his agreement with Justin and said softly, "I guess your right."

"Hey let's get dressed and go to the diner for breakfast," Justin then suggested. 

Everyone skinny dipped in the pool again and then dried off and got dressed. They didn't bother with showers that morning and they left Amanda in her room to rest. Amanda heard them leave and she hoped that they were done with her for the weekend but she would learn later that they were not.

When the boys returned from breakfast there was more partying and more sex. Once again Amanda was the center of attention and she orgasmed like she didn't think she was capable of. Justin, Paul and David went to work again later and left Amanda with the five other guys. That night when Paul and Justin arrived home all the guys were gone and Amanda was sleeping peacefully in her room. 




Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 03



AMANDA LEARNS ABOUT THE BACHELOR PARTY

On Sunday afternoon Amanda was sunning by the pool in her bikini. Recently she had abandoned her one piece bathing suits and opted for bikinis. Amanda maintained her figure and looked good in a bikini. Justin came out and he was just wearing a pair of exercise shorts and sat on the side of the lounge chair. Justin broke the news to Amanda that his friend's bachelor party would be at the house next Friday evening. The he stood up and peeled off his shorts and lay down on the lounge next to Amanda. 

"I wish you would wear something on the pool deck," Amanda said.

"Why does it turn you on to see me naked? I bet your pussy is already wet," Justin replied and sat up facing her.

Amanda's eyes automatically dropped to Justin's crotch and she watched his cock stiffen in her presence. Justin suddenly had a desire to fuck Amanda. He leaned over and kissed her belly to her thighs. Then he kissed his way back up her thighs as Amanda closed her eyes and let it happen. He pulled her bikini bottom away from her crotch and ran his tongue over her vulva. Amanda moaned loudly and pushed her pussy toward Justin's face.

"As I guessed Amanda your pussy is very wet. Would you like me to take care of it for you?" Justin asked in a sexy voice.

Amanda had just closed her eyes and nodded affirmatively. She had vowed never to fuck him in public again but she was so turned on she gave in to her desires. Justin pulled the bikini bottom to one side of her vulva and stroked her outer lips. Amanda could feel her juices flowing and she bolted when he touched her hooded clit. He stuck one finger into her twat and with his other hand he tweaked her erect clit. Amanda went bonkers and came immediately but Justin did not stop and he brought her to multiple orgasms with his fingers and mouth. 

Justin didn't ask permission but simply pulled her bikini bottoms down and off of her legs. Amanda instinctively allowed her thighs to part and exposed her dripping wet pussy. Justin smiled, leaned over and ran his tongue up the length of her cunt. Amanda's body tingled and she shivered with desire. Justin licked her a few more times and he had her close to another orgasm when he stopped. Amanda reached for his head but he was out of range and she was confused by his actions.

Justin removed his swim suit as he said to her, "Amanda it is time for you to reciprocate as well."

Justin moved back toward her and she spotted his erect cock. It was a beautiful cock and it always looked ominous when he approached her. Justin lay on the lounge with her so that his cock was beside her face and his face was aligned with her pussy. Amanda knew she was expected to take his cock in her mouth. Justin guided his cock to her mouth and then he resumed eating her pussy. Amanda adjusted to his cock in her mouth as she enjoyed Justin's skilled cunt licking.

Justin was very sexually charged and he knew that he would cum quickly. He never warned Amanda that he was going to cum but just as she was humping her hips into his face with her own orgasm, Justin ejaculated into her mouth. Amanda as always was stunned with the first jolt of cum as it hit the back of her throat. She swallowed out of instinct rather than desire as she had not expected Justin to cum in her mouth so quickly. She no sooner swallowed the first load then another load filled her mouth. This time Amanda swallowed and prepared herself to receive the third, fourth and fifth volley. Justin always expected her to suck him dry and she did as he expected. Amanda sucked on his cock until it softened in her mouth. Justin had returned to eating her pussy and he brought her to another orgasm.

Justin then moved around the lounge and lifted her legs up to where her knees touched her chest exposing her pussy and asshole. Justin began to lick her pussy once more and Amanda momentarily put aside her anger about him cumming in her mouth without warning. He kept eating her toward another orgasm and then he surprised her by running his tongue across her asshole. He licked her from her asshole up over her pussy and then back again. Amanda was somewhat embarrassed by Justin's action and the same time excited by having her ass licked. Justin would dip his tongue into her pussy and into her asshole. Justin then fastened his mouth on Amanda's twat as he slid a moistened finger into her asshole.

Amanda groaned with the intrusion in her ass. Justin worked her pussy with his mouth and her asshole with his finger as Amanda seemed to accept another anal invasion. Justin then pushed the thumb from the same hand fingering her ass into her pussy and held her in a vise like grip. He continued to suck on her clit as he finger fucked her pussy and ass. Amanda was going crazy and her head was rolling from side to side in ecstasy. Just before Amanda came again Justin removed his finger, thumb and mouth. Amanda frantically tried to get him back to her pussy but Justin climbed back on the lounge and Amanda noticed that he was fully erect again. Justin knelt between her raised legs and eased his thick cock into Amanda's pussy. 

Amanda thought, "Oh good he is going to fuck me again!"

Amanda was so far gone; she wanted Justin to penetrate her hot pussy with his big dick. She moaned as he filled her cunt. Justin rocked his body into her and kept his cock in constant contact with her clit. Amanda was crazy with desire and she was approaching a mind blowing orgasm. Amanda's body went rigid and then exploded as she was overcome with the intensity of her climax. Her body seemed to go into convulsions and then slowed down until she finally collapsed

Justin pulled out of her and then rolled her over onto her stomach. He unfastened her bikini bra and threw it on the pool deck next to her bottoms. Then he lifted her by the hips until her ass was level with his cock. Justin slid his cock back into her pussy and slowly fucked her doggy style. Amanda turned her head to one side on the bed and stared into open space. She couldn't believe it was her on the pool deck getting fucked again. She cooed as his big cock sawed in and out of her. Then Justin grabbed the suntan lotion and he began to massage Amanda's ass. She put her head on the lounge and turned it to the side so that she could watch. Justin put an ample amount of lotion in her asshole and then he fingered her ass and fucked her pussy at the same time. 

If there was one thing Justin liked besides fucking a beautiful ass it was preparing an ass, woman's of guy's, for a good reaming. After several minutes of finger fucking her pussy and asshole Justin couldn't wait any longer and he had to get his cock back in her beautiful ass. Justin removed his fingers and lined up the head of his cock at her moist puckered ring and pressed forward slowly. Justin's cock head popped through easily and Amanda let out a little groan as the large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Amanda let out a groan as her rear passage was stretched once again to accommodate his cock. She didn't even think about the possibility of pain any longer since she had been butt fucked so many times since Justin moved in.

As Justin was fucking Amanda, her son Paul arrived on the pool deck and smiled when he saw his mother on all fours getting butt fucked. Paul slipped off his shorts and walked around to the front of Amanda's lounge. Paul's cock was already hard by the time he reached his mother. Amanda looked up and saw her son standing in front of her with his hard cock. Without any coaching Amanda took her son's cock in her mouth and began to suck it. 

Justin felt her asshole tighten around him and he continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight ass until every inch of his cock was tightly packed up her ass. Amanda really began to moan on her son's cock and her whole body shook in anticipation of what she knew was coming. Justin began to slowly fuck her but soon picked up the pace as he penetrated her with long hard strokes that used the entire length of his thick cock. Amanda was going wild as she loved the feel of his cock as it pulled out and then came crashing back in as his big heavy balls bounced off her pussy. Amanda was thrashing around uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When Justin reached underneath her to stroke her clit she exploded with yet another orgasm. 

Justin continued to hammer her ass with long strokes then suddenly he felt that familiar tension in his balls and he knew he was close. Justin began to piston his raging cock harder into her searing ass in search of his release, which also increased the intensity of her orgasm. Amanda spit out her son's cock as she was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the towel on the lounge begging him to cum. Justin felt powerful and dominant with his impressive dick stuffed up the beautiful ass of Paul's mother who at that moment could not get enough of him. Amanda lay submissively before Justin on all fours as he towered above her like some untamed animal with a strong sexual hold on her. He took firm hold of her hips and slammed once more full force into Amanda's ass. Justin did that three or four more times and then he let out a loud groan as he emptied his seed deep into her bowels. Justin couldn't believe how much cum he produced this time as his dick continued to hammer into Amanda's ass. It had to be that he was so turned on from fucking her poolside with her son right there that he shot such a load.

Paul lifted his mother's head back up and pushed his cock back into her. Amanda like a zombie went through the motions of sucking his cock. Paul was so turned on from watching Justin fuck his mother's ass that he felt his ejaculation building quickly. Justin couldn't resist the urge to finger Amanda's asshole. He reached over and fingered her ass pushing cum back into her hole then he removed his finger and watched as Amanda squeezed some cum back out of her ass. Justin fingered her again and made a little game of pushing cum back in and watching Amanda push it back out. That was enough for Paul and he shot his load into his mother's mouth. Amanda gobbled down every drop of her son's cum and sucked his cock dry. Then she collapsed face down on the lounge.

"Okay you two I need to tell you about the bachelor party this Friday," Justin said as he stretched out in the lounge chair.



Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 04



The night of the bachelor party arrived and Amanda was to be the entertainment for the group of guys. They had also hired a stripper to add to their enjoyment. Justin and Paul had arranged for the night off so that they could host the bachelor party. The party was for Terry who was getting married the following weekend. Terry was seated in the center of the room and the guys bestowed the off color gag gifts on him. Everyone had been drinking and the booze was certainly clouding everyone's judgment at this point. Amanda recognized most of the young men from the pool party but there were also others that she had not met before. 

Amanda was clad in a skimpy maid's costume that showed off her shapely legs in fish net stockings. The bodice barely covered her breasts and she was displaying ample cleavage. She had been made to wear a thong panty so that the cheeks of her ass were visible and accessible under the short skirt. Amanda knew she was in for a long night so she had made sure to have a few drinks to put her in the right mood. Her son Paul was also wearing a maid's costume similar to Amanda's as he was to entertain the young men at the party as well in the event they got impatient waiting for Amanda's holes to free up.

"Okay Amanda it's time for Terry's lap dance," Justin announced.

Amanda was unsure what to do but she learned quickly. Amanda was told to straddle Terry and Terry was reminded that he couldn't touch her yet. Amanda looked over and saw the stripper sitting on another guy's lap. Amanda watched as the stripper moved around and teased the young man. Amanda was told to squirm around on Terry's lap in order to get Terry hard. Terry put his face in her cleavage and the guys yelled their encouragement. Amanda could feel Terry getting hard through his pants and just then Justin gave Terry permission to touch Amanda. 

Terry grabbed Amanda and kissed her. His arms were soon holding Amanda gently but firmly as his kisses became more urgent. He pushed Amanda's hand down the front of his pants so she could feel how hard he was. Amanda was melting she was so wet. Even through his pants Amanda could feel his huge, pulsating cock and her heart was pounding. She was in his grasp and in his control. Amanda so desperately wanted to cum now as her emotions had taken over. She needed to be fucked so badly and she was so aroused she would now follow his every command. 

Terry's kisses soon moved to her neck as Amanda groaned in submission. Terry told her to take her panties off and hand them to him. Amanda was embarrassed realizing how wet they were and how swollen and moist her pussy was. Terry held the panties to his nose and inhaled Amanda's excitement. He was pleased with the aroma from the moist panties. 

"Now on your knees, Amanda," he commanded.

Amanda knelt before him and her tiny skirt was around her waist. Her nipples and cunt were alive with desire as Terry deliberately stared into her eyes while unbuckling and then unzipping his pants. His pants dropped to his ankles as he brought his hard cock to Amanda's lips. Amanda saw this erotic picture of herself now in an x-rated movie. She opened her mouth to run her tongue across the head of a man's hard cock, a man she hardly knew. Soon Terry's cock was deep in her mouth as he chanted her name. 

"Amanda, Amanda that's it, suck me, that's it suck my cock, lick my balls." 

The guys cheered as Amanda engulfed Terry's cock. Amanda could tell from Terry's hip movements and his inability to continue his litany of suggestive talk that he was close to cumming. With Amanda sucking his cock, Terry eased back on the chair. Amanda was now kneeling on the floor between his legs. No longer was Amanda aware of the other people in the room and she wondered if they were watching her? Was the stripper getting fucked too? Was her son Paul getting fucked?

Amanda continued to lick and suck Terry's cock and balls before running her tongue under his scrotum across his perineum. He moaned loudly as her hand circled and squeezed the head of his slick cock. Suddenly Amanda felt his hand on the back of her head, grasping her hair forcing her down to his balls. She obediently licked and sucked his balls while his cock erupted with hot jets of cum flooding her hand and his stomach and chest.

Amanda groaned while licking him clean and like a slut tasting his cum as she looked up into his eyes. She still had his cum on her lips as he lifted her up to her feet as if she weighed nothing. To Amanda's surprise Terry kissed her deeply. Justin had moved behind her and stripped away her costume. The last item removed was the fish net nylons. Amanda was totally naked now and so aroused, so in need of a cock. She was lowered to the floor and Terry entered her pussy. Amanda came as he parted her legs penetrating her wet vagina with one deep stroke! Her cunt contracted around his hard cock in a spasmodic frenzy, griping his shaft as wave after wave of obscene pleasure coursed through her body. Amanda screamed out loud as her orgasm gushed forth from her. The other young men cheered her on as her orgasm rocked her body.

Like an animal Terry's hip movements continued to rapidly move his rigid cock in and out of Amanda's wetness causing her to cry out again. Amanda's legs spread further for Terry and his insistent cock in his vigorous efforts to cum again. 

As Terry continued fucking her, Amanda felt lips press to her parted mouth, but these were the lips of a woman! Suddenly Amanda realized the stripper was now kissing her. The girl's soft warm hand was on Amanda's breast caressing and pulling on her hardened nipples as the girl's wet soft kisses sucked at Amanda's tongue and lips. Amanda orgasmed again even more intensely with her mouth on the girl's and their tongues intertwined. 

Terry thrust deeply into Amanda. His hard cock was pulsating in a long deep climax as it filled her wet vagina with his sperm. Now in the dim light, Amanda opened her eyes to see the woman kissing her, Salome, the young stripper with the sensuous hips that she had seen dancing earlier that evening. Terry had moved to Amanda's head now, his partially deflated cock was before her as he stroked her hair. Having just been fucked Amanda's legs were still spread wide. Amanda felt Salome descend to take her kisses to Amanda's pussy. Salome's hands caressed Amanda's hips and belly as Salome's tongue found the seed that she desired to taste and eat from Amanda's swollen cunt. Amanda couldn't stop her hips from rocking back and forth as if she wanted to cum again against Salome's voracious tongue. Salome's hands and fingers were now caressing Amanda's ass. Justin was then there and he sensed Amanda's need as she stretched her neck trying to reach Justin's cock with her lips while she fucked Salome's face. 

But Justin stopped her, saying, "Roll over Amanda, roll over my dear, we need to get your ass ready to be fucked."

Amanda rolled to her belly without hesitation as if under Justin's wicked control. Salome's hair settled on Amanda's back as her tongue and kisses moved from the small of Amanda's back to her ass and lingered there. Then the tip of Salome's tongue found its way down to Amanda's anus where she teased Amanda, rimming her asshole with a wet tongue before penetrating her. Salome wanted to see Amanda cum yet again.

Justin moved aside and Amanda saw another young man, standing before her, the man who had been fucking Salome earlier. His cock stood erect from a patch of blond pubic hair. Amanda immediately opened her mouth taking him, tasting him as well as the lingering taste of Salome's juices still on his shaft.

Again Amanda heard Justin's faint voice, "Get him nice and wet and hard Amanda so he can fuck your hot ass. I hope you want to be fucked in the ass. Do you?" 

Amanda could only gurgle as this young man's entire cock was buried in her mouth. Right then Amanda felt she needed a hard cock in her ass so badly she ached. Now what a picture Amanda presented to the group. Justin watched as Amanda arched her hips upward off the floor pushing her ass to Salome's hot tongue while sucking a new lover's cock deep into her throat. As the young man pulled his wet cock from Amanda's mouth Salome pushed her tongue into Amanda's asshole yet again and brought Amanda to her knees. Amanda's head now bowed to the floor as her arms extended out submissively before her and her nipples ached.

The young man whose name Amanda didn't even know and whose face she hadn't seen was kneeling on the floor behind her. The groaning sounds echoed in the room and the pressure of his hands on Amanda's hips only fueled her now insatiable desire for more. Then she felt Salome's tongue again and if his hands were on Amanda's hips then it was Salome's hands that guided his wet hard cock to Amanda's asshole. Amanda was sure that Salome licked the shaft to further lubricate his cock before it inched into Amanda's ass.

His cock felt so big. Salome, who had been caressing Amanda and kissing her clit, was now beneath Amanda licking her pussy as the cock sank slowly into Amanda's ass. How heavenly it felt to Amanda as he started fucking her harder. Amanda pushed back while Salome's tongue danced across Amanda's pussy and wet clitoris. Salome's lover thrust into Amanda again, pushing her forward until Salome was licking his balls. Amanda screamed again as she came and came. 

Justin was stroking Amanda's hair and throat as he brought his hard cock back to her mouth, while watching her ass being fucked. He had been further excited by the eroticism of Amanda cumming again on Salome's face while Phil buried his cock inside Amanda's asshole. Amanda's orgasm caused her to scream out again as she was fucked endlessly in the ass. With this last orgasm exploding through her, Amanda's ass tightened around the hard rigid cock buried inside, finally bringing this unknown man to orgasm. Amanda could feel his cock shoot pulse after pulse of hot cum into her rectum as he cried out while his balls emptied, leaving her filled with his sperm.

A spent Amanda collapsed on her belly and she thought briefly of her son and his expression as he watched her, crumpled on the floor, legs splayed and her ass and cunt each dripping each with a different man's cum. Perhaps it was awhile or only a minute that Amanda laid there but suddenly she was aware of another person to her left settling onto the floor next to her. Amanda looked to see it was Justin naked on his knees with his enormous cock. 

A quick glance around the room and Amanda realized that everyone was now completely naked. Her son Paul was on all fours with a cock in his ass and one in his mouth. Other young men were standing around stroking their rigid cocks waiting for a hole to open up.

Salome moved as her perfect breasts swung freely. She took Justin's cock into her mouth sucking as much as she could down her throat. Amanda watched Salome's cute innocent face and beautiful black hair, pulled back by Justin as she sucked on his big cock. Justin's cock appeared even more enormous and thick. Salome was only able to get the head into her mouth and like a slut she licked along the shaft as if starving for a taste of him. He was hard now, really hard. His cock was thick with distended pulsating veins. His foreskin was receding as Salome turned back to Amanda. Amanda realized Terry was speaking to her as he stood near her. His cock was once again hard. Amanda's right hand was near his leg.

"Now Amanda," he said, "Who would have guessed that you would turn out to be such a slut, such a good fuck?"

Terry stroked Amanda's hair, reaching to her swollen pussy. His long fingers entered Amanda then slowly withdrew along her wetness before he continued to speak.

"I see you still need more, Yes? The way you can't stop moving your hips, am I right? You need more?"

Amanda couldn't believe what she was hearing. But yes, she still wanted more moving her hips and her open cunt against Terry's hand.

"Yes," Amanda said, "I need a hard cock in me, yes please!"

Amanda could hardly believe how turned on she was. Justin's strong hands pulled Amanda's hips toward him. Her wet cunt already full of cum was distended and open. As if Amanda were but a feather Justin turned her onto her back and knelt between her legs spreading open, pushing them to her chest. Justin paused between Amanda's spread legs seeming to smile as he brought himself to the opening of her cunt. He slowly started pushing into her. Thankfully he was gentle as he pushed all the way in. Amanda was so full of cock. Justin had fucked enough young girls to know to start slowly but as Amanda's orgasm started he began fucking her in earnest. 

Amanda had never had a cock of this size in her before she met Justin and he grunted, thrust and plunged back into her again and again. Justin must have sensed that Amanda was about to cum as he stopped and rolled over onto his back his cock still in her all the while. Justin spoke again. 

"You are such a slut, now fuck me. Yeah, you do the work now, make yourself cum, work that little cunt of yours Amanda, make me cum, Do it!"

It was unbelievable this young man talked like this, but what was worse was that Amanda knew he was right. Amanda did need so badly to cum again. She loved the feeling of his huge cock filling her. Amanda had just had a stranger cum in her ass. Terry had cum in her pussy and earlier in her hand while she tongued his balls. Still she needed more. Amanda started to ride Justin's cock with no hint of making love here just pure fucking and in front of these other people she didn't know. 

Terry moved behind Amanda and positioned his rigid cock at the entrance to her just fucked asshole. He entered her without resistance and commenced to fuck Amanda in time with her pelvic movements on Justin's huge cock. Never had Amanda been so full, so obscenely fucked like a shameless piece of meat by these two men and in front of so many young men unknown to her. Amanda started to cum yet again screaming aloud as her body convulsed in pleasure as she felt first Justin then Terry cum inside her, filling both her ass and cunt again.. Their fluids were leaking from her when Amanda sensed the presence of more people gathering around her. She guessed the number to be six or eight although she couldn't be sure, everything was such a blur and beyond her comprehension.

Amanda was lifted to her feet and she stood totally naked in front of the young men. Hands covered her body as the excited men groped any available flesh of the lovely Amanda. Fingers filled both her holes, her breasts were fondled and her nipples pinched as they talked about her body and she clearly made out that they were discussing her fantastic ass. She was then laid on her back on the floor and one by one the young men fucked her. Their cocks were of different widths and lengths and she felt that three of them were well endowed as they filled her pussy. She had multiple intense orgasms before the last man shot his load into her cum filled cunt. 

All the while Amanda remembered the words of Terry and Justin all night, "What a slut you are Amanda and what a good fuck."

She knew that all of the young men were naked now. Amanda was rolled over and placed on all fours she knew that with their recuperative powers that she was in for another long session of sex. A well endowed man slid his cock into her pussy as another pushed one into her face. Amanda instinctively sucked the cock deep into her mouth as the other pounded her pussy. A third man took her long hair and wrapped it around his cock and began to jerk off.

The one in her mouth came first followed by the one jerking off into her hair. The third boy was still fucking her and she felt herself approaching another orgasm. "Oh my, it feels so good!" Amanda heard herself say. 

Another young man presented her with his cock which she quickly took in her mouth. Amanda shook as another orgasm rocked her insatiable body as the boy in her pussy filled her with his cum. The boy in her mouth came quickly coating her throat with his salty sperm.

Amanda fell forward on her knees resting her head on the floor. Her gorgeous ass pointing up in the air did not go unnoticed and one of the men scooped cum out of her pussy and lubricated her asshole. He soon had his finger sliding in and out easily and then he pressed his cock against her bung hole. He eased his cock into her ass emitting approval from the other men. The other men whispered words of encouragement telling him to fuck her hot ass. 

Amanda was snapped out of her trance when the young man in her ass filled her hole with his seed. There was so much cum that she felt it swirling around in her rectum and trickling out of her ass down over her pussy and inner thighs. There was more excited talking between the young men and Amanda interpreted some it referencing big cocks. One of the men slid under her and pushed his big thick cock into her pussy emitting an audible gasp from her. A second one offered her his big cock which she sucked into her mouth and a third one slid his big cock into her ass. Now she realized that they wanted her fucked with the three biggest dicks at that same time. Amanda had never been so full of cock in her holes all together.

They fucked her hard and fast causing her more orgasms if that were possible. Then the one in her ass stiffened and shot his load deep into her bowels. She was never as full of cum as she was tonight. The one in her mouth followed and she swallowed as quickly as she could as blast after blast filled her mouth. Finally the one in her pussy came and she felt it reach deep into her passage up into her womb. One by one they removed themselves from Amanda but she was given no rest as three others filled her three holes.

Once again Amanda had cocks in her ass, pussy and mouth. She was drained and exhausted but the young men were relentless as they fucked her almost lifeless body in all of her holes. As one man shot his wad and freed up one of her holes another cock was there to take its place. Amanda was fucked for hours and she was sure that the young men each had cum three times maybe even four times before they were finished with her. She collapsed on the floor.

Amanda couldn't remember when they even stopped. She wondered how many times she sucked to hardness one of them while taking a cock in her ass and cunt at the same time? Or had someone simply jacked off in her mouth or on her face? Sore and covered in cum, stretched and tired, Amanda was lifted to her feet by Justin. He carried her into the bedroom and deposited her on her bed face down. Her son Paul followed them into the bedroom and he too had cum dripping from his mouth and asshole. Justin told Paul that he could now fuck his mother.

Paul was more than ready to cum and he quickly got in bed with his mother. He slipped his cock into his mother's well used asshole and he ejaculated almost immediately. Paul was still horny though and he remained hard. Paul fucked his mother's ass two more times before he collapsed on the bed next to her. They both lay in bed and listened as everyone else departed. Amanda and Paul could hear everyone thanking Justin for a great bachelor party. Amanda and her son eventually fell into a deep sleep.

AMANDA'S SURPRISE AT THE OFFICE

That weekend Amanda recovered from her debauchery at the bachelor party and she was thankful to be at work that Monday. Justin and Paul would be getting ready to go to college that week and thankfully Justin had moved back home with his parents. Amanda's boss was out of town for the week and Amanda was grateful as she could use and easy week at the office. It had been an incredible summer and one that Amanda did things that she didn't think was ever possible.

Amanda was at her desk that Monday afternoon when a handsome young man approached her. "Yes may I help you," she asked.




Losing Control & Getting it Back Pt. 04



"Oh you don't remember me. My name is Phil and I was at Terry's bachelor party Friday night," the young man said.

Amanda turned as white as a ghost, "Oh my God! What are you doing here?" she asked in a panic.

"I work here as a summer intern. My dad is your boss," Phil said.

Amanda was stunned and embarrassed as she knew that this young man had probably had sex with her at the party. "Your father is out of town this week," Amanda said trying to dismiss the young man.

"Yeah, I know. I came up here to see you," Phil said confidently.

"Why did you want to see me?" Amanda asked nervously. 

"I wanted to tell you how great you looked Friday night and how much I enjoyed fucking you in your hot ass," Phil whispered.

Amanda turned beet red and then said firmly, "I think that you should leave now."

"I will right after you give me one of your fantastic blowjobs," Phil said.

Amanda couldn't believe what she heard, "You expect me to blow you right here, right now."

"Not here, in my dad's office. He's not here so I know no one will disturb us," Phil replied.

Amanda knew that she was in a tough spot and that she really had no choice. As much as she wanted to call security and have Phil removed she couldn't afford a scandal. Reluctantly Amanda opened her boss's office and let them both in. She locked the door behind them and then turned to face Phil. "Just this once," she snapped.

"Sure," Phil replied sarcastically.

Amanda dropped to her knees and unfastened Phil's belt and pants. Then she pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and his impressive erect cock jumped out. Now that his beautiful cock was in front of her face Amanda wasn't as upset as she had been at first. Amanda took his cock in her hand and ran her tongue over the head of it. Then she wrapped her mouth around it and slowly moved her head up and down taking him as deep as she could without gagging herself. 

Amanda was indeed an excellent cock sucker and she soon had Phil on the verge of cumming that day. Amanda bobbed her head up and down on his cock pursing her lips together until she felt Phil shiver. Amanda would remove her mouth briefly to prolong his orgasm. She would lick the underside of his cock and his balls driving him wild with desire. Amanda sucked his balls into her mouth and tickled his perineum with her fingers. Amanda let her hands run over his hard abs and loins which caused Phil to tremble as a tingling sensation ran through his body.

Phil couldn't take anymore and he grabbed Amanda's head and pulled it back onto his cock. Amanda knew this time he would cum in her mouth and she was prepared for the surge or the volume of his ejaculation. Phil held her as he unloaded in her mouth. Volley after volley of cum bounced off the back of Amanda's throat and she swallowed as quickly as she could. Amanda managed to keep all of his cum in her mouth and she sucked him dry. Amanda loved the way she controlled him now as she lovingly sucked and drained his cock. Phil was trembling as Amanda nibbled the head of his cock and massaged his tight scrotum.

Feeling weak in the knees with chills running through his body, Phil pushed Amanda's head away from him. She looked up at him and smiled as she licked her lips. She realized that she loved making him cum and she loved teasing him to the point when he had to push her away. Phil pulled up his pants and underwear and straightened out his clothes.

Amanda stood up and smoothed her skirt. Phil smiled at her and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't even think about it," Amanda snapped back although she knew there wasn't much she could do about it. Actually she didn't mind sucking his dick as he was a very handsome young man with an impressive cock.

MORE SEX AT THE OFFICE

As it turned out Phil returned each afternoon for sex and Amanda did not refuse him. That Friday was his last day at the office since he was returning to college. On Tuesday that week Phil decided that he wanted Amanda to suck his cock first and then he would fuck her. Amanda was a wonderful cocksucker and Phil did not want to pass on that.

Amanda was a wonderful cock sucker and she drove Phil wild with her talented mouth. Amanda dropped to her knees, unbuckled his belt and unfastened his suit pants. By the time Amanda pulled Phil's trousers and boxer shorts down, Phil's cock was stiff. Amanda licked around the mushroom head of his cock before taking it in her mouth. Amanda had no trouble deep throating the 7" cock and Phil could feel her lips on his pubic hair. Amanda had a technique of swirling her tongue around the stiff shaft when it was in her mouth that sent chills through Phil. Because of her oral skills it never took Phil long to cum and he loved shooting in her mouth. Amanda would swallow every drop and then she continued to suck his cock until every drop had been drained from him. Phil could never imagine his mother performing an oral act like that with his father.

This day Phil would fuck Amanda too. Phil took off Amanda's panties and had her get up on the desk. Phil pushed Amanda's skirt up over her waist so that her pussy was accessible to him. She looked so vulnerable lying on the table with her skirt around her waist still wearing her garter belt and stockings. Phil dropped his trousers and boxer shorts to his ankles and moved in close to Amanda. She was already wet and Phil's cock slid into her pussy easily. Phil fucked Amanda until he came in her pussy and Amanda worked her body so that her clit got the desired attention. 

That Wednesday Phil decided to fuck Amanda in her fleshy round ass. With the office door locked, Amanda leaned over the desk. Phil stepped up behind her and lifted her skirt up over her waist and draped it on her back. Then Phil pulled her panties down slowly exposing her gorgeous buttocks. He only pulled the panties down to her knees because he felt she looked sexier that way. Phil stared at her hot ass framed between the skirt, panties, garter belt and nylons. He lowered his trousers and boxers and ran his cock around her ass cheeks. Then Phil stepped closer and eased his cock into her asshole. Amanda had lubricated her ass so she was prepared to receive Phil's cock. Phil didn't last long in her ass but he enjoyed anal sex more than anything with Amanda. He watched his cock slide in and out of her nether hole as his thighs slapped against her buttocks. He loved the way her flesh jiggled when he slammed into her ass. Amanda would use her anal muscles to squeeze Phil's cock driving him mad. Phil would always cum in her ass and he would hold still with his cock embedded in her rectum as Amanda milked it dry with her sphincter muscles. 

After sex in the office they would clean up with the paper towels that Phil's father kept in his desk and then they would head to the restrooms. On Thursday and Friday Phil played games with Amanda as he would decide on which sex act he desired. As Amanda stood next to Phil he would run his hands under her skirt and fondle her panty covered ass. Phil then decided that he wanted to cum in all her holes so he had her suck his cock first, and then he fucked her pussy and finally her ass. Phil fucked her hard and fast. Her ass cheeks jiggled as he slammed into her until he stiffened and shot his third load into her rectum.

The week was finally over and Amanda was relieved that Phil was returning to college. It wasn't that the sex was bad in fact she rather enjoyed it but she just didn't like being controlled. Amanda looked forward to a quiet weekend as all the boys had returned to college and her pussy and ass needed a well deserved rest.

AMANDA'S BOSS CONFRONTS HER

Amanda returned to work on Monday after a restful weekend and she realized it was the first weekend in months that she hadn't had group sex. Her boss ted had returned from his gold vacation and it was back to a normal routine. On Monday afternoon ted called Amanda into his office.

"Amanda no one knows this but security. When I am out of my office the security camera is turned on so to detect anyone entering my office," Ted began.

"Yes, I understand," Amanda said not immediately realizing the implications of his statement.

"Well Amanda I have here the tape of last week and it seems that you and my son Phil had quite a time in my office," Ted stated.

Amanda then realized that every sex act she had performed with Ted was on the tape. "Oh my God Ted, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say. I'll just pack up my things and leave. I'll resign today. I'm so sorry." Amanda rambled on.

"Now Amanda I don't want you to resign. I want you to stay on as my assistant. However from now on we can have a special relationship. I can see how much you enjoy sex and now we can enjoy each other during the day," Ted told her.

"You want me to have sex with you in the office?" Amanda asked.

"Yes it's a perfect setup. You can suck my cock and I get to fuck you in the ass without my wife ever suspecting anything. She doesn't like to suck cock and she is not into anal. I am so glad that you are into both," Ted said excitedly and then asked, "Is this agreeable to you?"

"I guess so," Amanda replied meekly.

"Good then let's get started," Ted said as she locked the door and then dropped his pants and underwear. 

Amanda knew what was expected of her and she dropped to her knees and sucked her boss's cock. Ted didn't last long as he was excited by the buildup to the act and Amanda was a very accomplished cock sucker. After Ted came in her mouth, Amanda left his office.

Amanda returned to her desk and thought for a long time how to deal with her new dilemma. She was just so tired of being controlled and used. She had to find a way that she could get back in control even if she had to use her sex to do it. Then it hit her. She knew just what to do and she set her plan in action.



Losing Control and Loving It



I am writing this as a way of understanding how I came to be what I am—totally devoted to this woman, Susan, who has so radically changed my life in ways I never would have dreamed of. Obviously I'm not unhappy or disappointed, but there are times when I am puzzled by how things turned out. You see, before I met her, I was very independent minded and quite the rebel. Susan takes care of everything: the bills, the plans, arrangements—you name it, she handles it. She's very bright and capable and loves me. She earns a very big salary and pretty much supports me. 

However, I do a lot around the house--all the maintenance because I'm very handy at repairing things. When we decided to make major improvements to the house, I did a lot of the plumbing, carpentry, and electrical work that saved us money. I clean the house and do most all of the shopping. She does most of the cooking because she enjoys it, and she is an excellent cook. It seems like she is good at everything she does. Anyway, I think that I contribute a lot to this relationship. Obviously I please her a lot, or at least I try to and she seems pleased with me. But it's strange the way things turn out. So, I guess I'm writing this to see if I can figure it all out.

I met Susan, my partner, about ten years ago. She was a student in educational administration and close to earning a master's degree. She grew up in a wealthy family headed by a very aggressive father who is a CEO of a large corporation. And she is smart as a whip. She had been valedictorian of her high school class. When I met her, I was working as a property manager for a state agency in Wisconsin for about five years and thoroughly disliked it. We hit it off right away and things developed rather quickly. After a torrid romance of about two months, we moved in together and we've been together ever since. She was 21 years of age and I was 28.

She is very career oriented and we have never wanted children. We never married—although we told relatives and some other conventional types that we were. To our friends, we introduce each other as, "this is my lover, (Susan or Ron)".

I don't know if it was simply "erotic chemistry" or what, but just being around Susan made me feel really horny. There was a certain mystique about her with the way she sometimes looked at me—it often felt like she was gazing into my soul. In my early encounters with her, there were moments, probably only split seconds, in which I felt transfixed by this penetrating look of hers. It could be quite unnerving. I wasn't the only one affected by this. I've witnessed others having the same reaction, especially men. 

She has a very strong sex drive and a free spirit, and fortunately for me, she found me attractive. .

I've always been extremely attracted to her. She is tall and slender with long legs, auburn hair, and perfect 36 inch breasts with prominent nipples that drive me wild. She has the loveliest pussy that I've ever seen, the scent reminds me of rosemary, and those long flappy lips sandwiched between the puffy outer ones excite me to no end. Just the thought of them wrapped around my dick gives me an instant hard-on. And all this fascinating architecture is topped of with an excitable clit that my tongue loves to play with. During the first couple of years, we had sex as often as I could ever want it, in all kinds of places and positions 

I think that is was around the third year that things started to change a little. Susan was offered, and accepted, a very good position in San Francisco which meant that I had to give up my job--but I was glad to leave it. I was initially busy with fixing up our new home which was an old Victorian in Noe Valley. I spent about four months rehabbing and restoring the place. It was beautiful when I finished, and worth considerably more than what we paid for it. After that I didn't really look for a job, and I just naturally assumed the role of a house husband. She earned a very good income and didn't mind my being at home and taking care of things. 

It seemed like Susan was initiating sex more. There was one unusual experience that I remember very well. I was absorbed in a book I was reading, and she sat down near me, spread her legs apart, reach under her skirt and put her fingers in her pussy, and then into her mouth to lick them. She knew how much I enjoyed eating her pussy, but still I thought that this was rather strange behavior. Being totally into my book, I didn't respond right away. She acted very annoyed and came over and took the book out of my hands, sat down on the couch beside me and started caressing my dick and French kissing me. Well that got me in the mood real quick. After she got me into a panting, heaving state, she moved my head down to her bush (she wasn't wearing any panties) where I eagerly went to work on her lips and clit with my tongue until I brought her to a screaming orgasm. Afterward I regarded this incident as just a very unusual happening.

But in time I was to learn that this was no isolated incident. Maybe because she was so accommodating to my needs that I really wanted to please her and respond to her needs. But, in any case, I found myself getting instantly turned on when she did this finger-in-her-pussy thing and waved it at me. Sometimes I didn't respond immediately and she would come over and start messaging my cock through my pants while French kissing me. Soon, even if I were preoccupied with other things, I found myself getting a raging hard-on when she did this in front of me. 

I'd say something like, "Oh please, Susie, can I have a taste too?" And she would put her pussy-juice laden fingers in my mouth and I would make appreciative noises followed by kissing her, going down on her to feast on her juicy lips and clit, and then fucking her to exhaustion. After several weeks of this type of come-on, she would only have to raise her skirt in a provocative way with a come hither smile on her face, and I almost immediately became hard and went down on her.

I think it was about a year later that I started suspecting that she was having affairs with other men. I became fully aware of this when we went on a camping trip with my visiting sister over a three day weekend, and during the afternoon of the second day Susan volunteered to go into the nearest town for some provisions. Well she didn't return until the next morning. I worried a lot, not so much for her safety because she could take care of herself, but that she likely had slept over with some guy. I remember being terribly embarrassed to have this happen when my sister was there. She finally turned up early the next morning and was unable to give any kind of reasonable explanation. After my sister left on the following day, I questioned Susan further about the incident. She gave some lame excuse for staying overnight in town, but I was convinced that she had an affair. She never admitted anything, and didn't even apologize. 

I hated having secrets and didn't want this sort of thing to happen again, so I suggested to her that we have an open relationship. I asked that we be totally honest and above board about it by informing the other partner if either of us were having an affair or had an affair. However we would maintain a primary commitment to each other, and if the other ever felt threatened, the relationship with the outside person would be terminated. Susan agreed without making any comment.

This arrangement seemed to work out very well and I found the next two years to be very exciting. And Susan clearly did too. It was wonderful having the freedom to have sex with other women and not hide it. It seemed to just enhance our own relationship. I loved her more than ever. She would even set me up with women at the office where she was working, and occasionally with old friends of hers who came to visit. There was a period in which I was carrying on affairs with two other women while maintaining a very active sex life with Susan. My cup runneth over. 

She often had affairs of her own, and I really enjoyed knowing this. In fact, I would sometimes ask her for details of her sexual experiences, and afterward make wild, passionate sex with her. I loved the thought of her fucking another guy! So much so that I sometimes wondered if I was normal. From reading the articles on this website, I now realize that it is not so unusual.

I have many pleasant memories, and some which I cherish. One evening she came home much later than I expected from a meeting at a large coop house shared by a number of single people. I stayed up to wait for her because I was a bit worried. Susan always let me know about her schedule and I could always depend on it. I had expected her to be home around 10:00 PM. She came in the door shortly after midnight with a big grin on her face and told me that a young guy--she thought still a teenager because of his awkward manner--came on to her after the meeting, and finally blurted out that he wanted to have sex with her. Because he seemed so needy, she stayed there after the meeting and went with him to his room. Her face glowed with a sweet satisfaction. Clearly she had thoroughly enjoyed the affair. 

This turned me on to no end. I started French kissing her and wanted to have sex right away, but she apparently had had enough. While embracing me, she rubbed my dick through my pants until I was hard, then unzipped my pants, and the next thing that entered my awareness was that she was jerking me off! I had absolutely no control of myself, went off like a fountain in no time, and collapsed on the sofa. I generally have powerful orgasms, but this really blew me away! Once the orgasm subsided, I felt strangely confused—relief from sexual tension, but frustrated and embarrassed at not achieving the kind of fulfillment that I had intended. 

On another occasion Susan let me know that she was going to sleep over at a guy's house in the evening. It was a fellow I knew somewhat, and with his rugged good looks I could see why she was so attracted to him. He was sharing a house with a workmate of Susan's, a woman with whom I also was acquainted. I found that just the idea of this affair was so thrilling. Soon I became so obsessed and aroused by my imagination that I couldn't resist going over to his place later in the evening to see if I could observe anything. 

It was a hot summer night so the windows were open, and I found a secluded place in the back yard and discovered the two of them in a back bedroom. I could see and hear quite a bit. It blew my mind when I saw her go down on him, and then later seeing him on top of her and hearing her moaning with pleasure and ending up nearly screaming with excitement. She was always very noisy during love making and I loved it, but watching another man actually fuck her was a rather surreal experience. I felt waves of anxiety roll over me followed closely by other more powerful waves of mesmerizing sexual arousal. 

Unfortunately Susan's workmate discovered my presence in the back yard when she came to the back annex for something. Since she knew me, she wasn't frightened and I waved her off with a familiar smile and left. I was worried that she would mention this to Susan. 

To my embarrassment the next evening Susan brought up the subject and asked if I had enjoyed myself. She wasn't angry or upset; she just seemed amused by it all. But I couldn't really answer her question. I guess I was a bit uncomfortable with the fact that I had gotten very aroused by watching her get fucked and going down on him. She gave me a knowing look like she had discovered a big secret about me.

After we went to bed that evening, she initiated sex by caressing me and rubbing my cock which responded enthusiastically. But instead of proceeding on to intercourse, she started stroking me and talking to me. In the midst of the pleasurable sensations that were spreading over my taught body, I was hearing her tell me about being fucked by her friend and going into great detail about it. I found myself getting extremely turned on and I came very quickly shooting my load all over her arm. "Aha, I finally got my answer!" and she laughed hysterically as she grabbed for tissues to clean up with. Well, I could hardly deny that I did indeed enjoy watching her having sex with that guy. 

In time I became aware that this experience also triggered something in her, because over the next several months there were several incidents, mostly setup by her, where I was present while she was having sex with another guy. 

One such incident happened when an old acquaintance of hers from Wisconsin called her one morning at work. He was attending a convention and staying at a hotel downtown. Susan met him for lunch and they apparently hit it off. She called me in the afternoon and told me that she would be spending the evening with him. Well, around 10:30 after I had just gone to bed, she called to ask me to come down to his hotel room and join them. I was a bit tired and wasn't sure that I could handle a scene like that, and begged off. But she coaxed me into coming over. 

(It seems like she can always talk me into anything. I often thought that she should have been a trial lawyer, because she could argue any point of view very persuasively. Even when she was dead wrong on an issue--and that didn't happen very often--she could make a very convincing argument that she was right. One time she talked me into letting her hold my dick while I peed in the toilet. This was surprisingly difficult for me to do, but she was patient with me and talked my anxiety down to a level where I felt relaxed enough to let it go.) 

On the way over, I remember having very mixed feelings about it. I had also met the guy a few times in Wisconsin, and he had impressed me as a very pleasant fellow. But nothing like this had happened before, and I wasn't sure I could handle it. When I arrived the two of them were in their bathrobes. He and I got reacquainted and we managed to strike up a conversation. 

Then she went to the bathroom to freshen up, and meanwhile I undressed. He took off his robe, and we both got into bed. He and I continued chatting while she took her time. The delay seemed to just increase the sexual tension; and when she finally joined us, we were both in a high state of arousal.

She removed her robe and got in the middle of this king sized bed and lay down between us. At first he seemed a little inhibited about the situation, so I started things off and he followed my lead. After caressing and kissing Susan, he would do likewise. While sucking on her left nipple, he would enjoy her right nipple. I went down on her, and then he followed me after I finished. From the sounds Susan was making, it was clear that she was thrilled with all the attention. I got on top of her and fucked her a while, and then he moved on top of her. I, to my surprise when I thought about it afterward, held and guided his cock into her vagina. It seemed so natural, and enjoyable. And what a turn on to see him fucking her and to see her enjoying it so much! Pretty soon they gradually moved to the other end of the bed and completely ignored me. This bothered me, and finally I just got up, dressed and left. 

The next day we briefly talked about the experience. She was glad that I had come over to join them, and hinted that it had greatly enhanced the experience for her. She somehow knew that I had handled his cock (I suspect that he told her), teased me a little about it, and asked me if I wasn't a bit attracted to men. I felt a bit flustered, but waved this off as just an amusing incident. She was so happy about the experience that I decided not to mention my disappointment at the end when I felt ignored. 

On another occasion she expressed interest in having an affair with a college instructor that we both knew, and hinted that I should get it on with his wife. I didn't take the hint very seriously, but about a week later Susan asked how things were going with his wife and me, and I indicated that I wasn't sexually interested in her. Well I got quite a scolding! I began to realize that Susan's request had something to do with this guy's need to swap partners if he was going to have sex with Susan—and she clearly wanted sex with him. Seeing how much she wanted this, I went along with it. Sex with his wife, who was attractive enough, wasn't the most passionate sex I ever had, but it was a small price to pay to get along with Susan and keep her happy.

For some reason one day she wanted me to fuck her anally. Well, she was very adventurous and I guess she just wanted to try something new. I had never thought about doing such a thing, but I agreed to do it. I don't think she was particularly impressed by the experience. 

About a week later she wanted to reciprocate by fucking me with a dildo. Again in her cool, persuasive way, she managed to get me to go along with this. Susan got the dildo herself and one evening asked me to give it a try. Well, this turned out to be quite a revelation! It did hurt initially, but after a short while it felt absolutely wonderful. While taking me from behind doggy style, she reached around with her hand and jerked me off. God, what an orgasm I had! I had never experienced anything that powerful before. And she was quite impressed by my reaction. Over the next several weeks to my great satisfaction, she occasionally fucked me this way. 

Soon she was suggesting that I should try to have sex with a man, saying that anal sex was clearly something I really enjoyed. (Sometimes I thought that Susan knew me better than I did myself.) She argued that fucking me with her dildo was more of a favor that she performed for my enjoyment, but that it really didn't do much for her; hence I should seek out men for this. But I was very uncomfortable about this idea and she knew it. She tried to relax me about man to man sex, claiming that it was just another expression of human sexuality. It didn't mean that I was any less of a man, and so on. 

One day Susan suggested that it might be helpful to become more comfortable with the idea if I imagined having sex with a man while she was fucking me with her dildo, and that I should make it a daily practice to jerk off normally until I came close to orgasm at which time I should fantasize about a man fucking me. I didn't think much of this idea, but I agreed to try it just to please her. After I practiced this for a few weeks, she brought up the subject again. She said she thought I was ready for the real thing and said I should go to a gay oriented bathhouse that a gay male friend of hers had told her about. I put her off as long as I could, but it was clear that she wasn't going to let this slide. I finally I got up the courage and went. 

Well, I learned a whole new side of myself that I was pretty much unaware of before—having sex with men was great! I learned how to suck off a man, how to fuck, and especially, to be fucked by a man. I learned how to put a condom on a guy's cock with my mouth while sucking him. I tried everything. I found that I enjoyed the taste of cum, although I wouldn't swallow for safety reasons. I discovered that I was mostly a "bottom" as they say in the gay world, that is, I enjoyed receiving a guy's dick in my mouth or ass more than any other activity. I never have lost my desire for women, in fact, I think I prefer sex with women, but the orgasms that I received from men were often more powerful than vaginal fucking. But I still love turning a woman on and bringing her to orgasm. 

It wasn't long before Susan came up with the idea that we should go to a coed bathhouse together. I was surprised that there was such a place, but I went. It was like being at a nudist colony only the participants were there strictly for sex or as voyeurs of sex. We had every kind of sex in that place over the next several months. I won't go into details, but you can imagine. Maybe I'll write them up in another article in the future.