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Perfect

By: enjuedevi88



Chloe worked at the drug store on the corner, selling painkillers to the happy geriatrics that lived in the home nearby. She wasn't perfect, at least by her own standards. Her hips were a little too round, her tummy pooched out like Buddhas', and her thick, stocky legs were designed for running across vast Scottish moors, hurdling sheep and the like. She always wore her hair down and preferred jeans to any other bodily cover. She also drank coffee, smoked Camels and read lots of books.

Loren knew these things. He made it his hobby to know things about her. Talk about a serious crush. He worked as a pizza delivery driver, and on some days off he'd stop by the drug store to buy a Coke and just stare at the vision behind the counter, twirling her hair and reading her dirty indie novels.

He'd engaged her in casual conversation from time to time, but her manager kept her busy at work, and he didn't have the balls to ask her out. He'd just sit and watch her round behind as she stooped to dust the low shelves of cheap drugstore knick-knacks, absorbing every imperfect detail of her soft body.

Today he'd bought a pack of cigarettes and asked her what she was reading.

"It's The Lottery, by Shirley Jackson." She held up the black and white cover for him to see. "It's all these little vignettes that are connected by this one character-I think they made a TV movie out of it or something, but I've never seen it." She smiled at him, revealing a dimple in the upper right hand side of her chin, just below and to the right of her lower lip. He filed this into his memory.

"That sounds interesting. I haven't read an entire novel in a long time." She nodded.

"Yeah, I hadn't either before I got this job. Now I have enough time to, at least when Joe isn't here." She motioned to the managers' office.

"That's cool." He didn't know what else to say. He'd been staring into her gold-green eyes transfixed, amazed that she hadn't looked away once the whole time they were talking. He finally broke the gaze after an awkward moment. He was about to ask her what time she was off work, even though he knew she got off at seven, when she spoke.

"You know, you come in here almost every day, and I don't even know your name." She grinned. He felt heat rising in his face and knew he was turning a bright shade of pink.

"Uh, my names' Loren. Yeah, I work down the street." He was too embarrassed to tell her he was a twenty-year-old pizza boy. He still wanted to impress her.

"That's a nice name. L-O-R-E-N, right? Not like the girls' name." 

"Yeah, but I still got teased about it when I was younger."

"I think it's a great name. I got teased too. Some kids used to call me Chloe the Cow." She laughed, then stopped and looked a little embarrassed herself.

"I like your name too." Loren felt immediately protective of her. He actually felt a little anger toward the kids who teased this beautiful flower of a girl. He couldn't imagine anyone who'd want to hurt her. She was so warm. She had such a cool face with really animated, well-proportioned features. He wanted to see her smile again. 

Just then, Joe the manager walked in. Chloe turned and immediately began straightening the display behind the counter. Joe's eyes narrowed as he looked at Loren. Loren half smiled and turned to leave.

"See you later, Chloe. Thanks for your help." He tried to cover for her, hoping Joe wouldn't get too pissed. Joe looked like a yuppie jerk who probably didn't even need a job, but whose daddy paid someone for him to be a manager at a quiet little drugstore, out of sight, out of mind. Loren knew guys like that, and did everything he could not to be one, even though his parents were pretty well off. 

Chloe smiled and waved at him as he walked out of the store, and he could swear she looked just a little sad at his departure. 

The next day, the pizza place made Loren close late. He left the restaurant in a bad mood, tired and mad that he didn't get to see Chloe. He drove home in a rush, eager to get to his little apartment so he could take a shower and masturbate. He was so tense, he'd even been smoking pot to relax. He missed Chloe when he couldn't see her, and since he didn't have many other friends, he was pretty much left to his own wicked devices. He imagined lying naked in his big bed with Chloe, sharing a joint and talking. He wanted to hear everything about her, and bury his face in her silky blond hair. He'd watched her so long he could almost taste her and feel her softness next to him.

Completely absorbed in his thoughts, he drove past two smoking cars in a ditch almost unaware. "Damn." He muttered to himself. There were no cops around yet. He thought about stopping to help when he noticed that one of the cars looked familiar. It was Chloes' Fiat Spyder; he'd know that tiny, impractical car anywhere, mostly because it was the only one in the world still running. At least, it was.

"No, no, please, oh God…" Loren got scared. He pulled the car to the side of the road and ran across the street to the ditch. Chloe was moving around in the car. His heart leapt when he saw her.

"Chloe!" He opened her car door. "Are you okay?" She burst into tears and flung herself into his arms, trembling. 

"Oh God! He just came at me…it was so fast!" She sobbed on his chest, then leaned her tear-streaked face up at him. "Loren, thank God! I didn't even know who you were at first." She laughed shakily. "Is the other guy okay?"

"I dunno, but I'll check. Stay here." Loren jogged to the drivers' side of the other car. He bent to look in the window, then yelled to Chloe. "There's no one in here!"

"That's weird. What the hell…damn it! The guy probably didn't have insurance. Oh well, neither do I!" She snorted and shook her head. 

"You don't? Well, I guess we better get your car outta here, then." Loren grinned. 

"Right." She grinned back. "Hope it starts." The car didn't look too bad, the guy had only grazed her before they went into the ditch. She tried the key and pumped the gas, to no avail. She sighed heavily. 

"I guess I should get to a phone. I feel like I'm in high school again. My dads' gonna kill me." She smiled.

"Let's go, I'll take you anywhere." He said a little too eagerly. She smiled, whipped out her Triple A card and followed Loren to his beat up Volvo station wagon. 

They stopped at the drugstore where Chloe worked to use the payphone. Loren wandered back toward the car with his cigarette while she talked to the tow company. He leaned on his car and smiled, thanking the powers that be for his good luck. If he hadn't run into her tonight, he would've had to wait through the weekend to see her. He wasn't tired anymore, in fact, he felt more energetic than he had in weeks. 

"Two hours!" Chloe stomped back to the car. "They said it'd take two hours to get out there." Loren pulled the car out of the lot slowly as to not attract attention from the security guard that was waiting in his truck.

"Well, I'll wait with you." He was more than happy to volunteer.

"If you want to, I mean, I'm okay if you want to go home. I know its' late."

"There's no way I'd leave you alone way out there. Besides, we can, you know, talk and stuff. I've got a couple joints, if you want to share." He was wary about bringing up drugs with her so soon, but he knew he'd be smoking those joints sometime tonight, so he took his chances.

"Oh, cool. It'll help me relax." She sounded pleased. He relaxed himself. He was starting to like her even more, if that was possible. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Loren silently thanked the stars again, even more profusely this time.

They laid on the hood of his Volvo, talking between hits off the joint. Chloe was more like him than he'd even dreamed. They talked about their childhoods, compared musical tastes, and drifted into philosophical epiphanies and the intellectual matter that Loren could never even touch upon with his superficial acquaintances. She was a wealth of beauty and neat information, and he basked in it like a man who'd found the Holy Grail. Then she touched him, and his mind exploded.

Her touch was gentle and slightly cool because of the chilly air. She stroked the side of his face, tilting her head inquisitively like a curious parrot. Loren was reclined on the car hood and she bent above him, tickling his chin with her sweet smelling hair.

"Wine makes me amorous. I'm sorry." She looked away, a little embarrassed of herself. 

"I don't mind." He encouraged her.

"I don't want you to think I'm sleazy or anything. I…I want you to like me." She smiled.

"I do." His heart stopped again. He was worried about his cardiac health. If she kept coming onto him he felt like he was going to have a massive coronary right there on the hood of her car. 

"Good." She said in a breathy voice, bending very, very close to him. "I like you too." When she spoke he could feel her warm breath on his cheek. He held his own breath. When her lips touched his, a spark of static electricity passed between them, startling them both enough to pull back. They giggled nervously. 

"Can I kiss you this time?" He smiled gently. Chloe leaned in quickly and planted her mouth on his, beating him to the punch. Loren was ecstatic. He felt like he'd taken massive amounts of amazing drugs; his heart was lurching in his chest like a drunk in an alley. He felt a surge of electricity flow from his heart to his crotch, and her hand was dangerously near where his erect manhood would soon be. He wasn't sure how she'd feel about that, so he shifted ever so slightly. She pulled back when he moved, and still staring straight into his eyes, she ripped off her blouse. He grinned. 

Chloe put her arms around his neck and he buried his face in her smooth, warm cleavage, kissing and sucking and nibbling anything that brushed past his mouth. He unsnapped her bra and wrapped his hands around her nipples, protecting them from the cold. He rolled one lightly between his fingers until she moaned, then took the other in his mouth. She tossed her head back and held his neck tighter. His erection was throbbing, and she rubbed her knee against it through his jeans, sending jolts of liquid madness through his veins. Her breathing grew ragged as he took off his own shirt, revealing straight boyish shoulders and a smooth, broad chest. She dragged her teeth lightly between his shoulder and neck. She was now straddling his lap and she leaned back, allowing him to move his hands over her perfect ass. She giggled softly and bent to kiss him, sliding her body down against him. 

She slid to a standing position and began to unzip him. He trembled a little at her touch, but she was calm and relaxed. She reached her cool fingers into his jeans to stroke his engorged cock lightly. He stiffened at her touch, afraid to move lest he scare her away from his crotch like a timid deer. Her fingers felt like gossamer on his sensitive skin as she tugged on and caressed him. He watched her face as she played with him; she had this look of wonder in her eyes that said, "I can't believe I'm doing this, but it's incredible." He felt how she looked. It wasn't just the rush of the night air or the weed settling into his system; it was Chloe, all her, stirring his mind and heart and body with a deft stroke of her silky hand.

Loren relaxed enough to reach his hand up and fondle her swaying breasts. She moved into his touch, laying more of her weight against him. She hitched her long skirt up around her thick thighs and straddled him. Before he knew what was happening, she began to slide his mushroom tip along the rim of her pussy. She wasn't wearing undies, he found.

"Is this okay?" She whispered. Her glistening eyes searched his. It felt like they were breathing at the same pace, like their hearts beat together. Loren was afraid he might cry. He was filled with emotion for this person he barley knew, this lively, warm girl about to ride his cock like a wild bull. 

"It's perfect." She smiled and grabbed the base of his member, squeezing it a little before she inserted just the tip into her slick pussy. Then she did something incredible. With him still poised inside her warmth, she turned around 180 degrees so that he now had a full view of her wonderful voluptuous ass. She was nearly grabbing her ankles. 

Quickly, she disengaged him from her so he had a moment of cool anticipation in the night air before she drove him deep within her. Her tight folds molded themselves around his shaft and she tensed her muscles as she pumped, increasing the sensation for him tenfold. He put his hands on her round ass and guided her, plunging his excited cock deeper and faster into her wonderful pussy. Her skill was amazing; her pump and grind kept him on the brink of coming for twenty minutes. He watched her toss her head, a cloud of blonde hair rising and falling with her wild thrusts. She turned and looked at him in the heat of the moment, clenching her ass and pussy at the same time so when their eyes met, he came hard, crashing through time and space like a fucking rocket. His eyes were streaming, his legs trembled, and his cock was still hard. She was nearly screaming now, still moving, but this time in the way she needed to come. He moaned little encouraging things to her and she finally came, jerking and trembling and nearly singing her orgasm to the sky. The release was total, perfect and complete. 

Chloe leaned against him, slightly sweaty and a little sticky. Slowly she moved forward, sliding him out of her. Her knees trembled and almost gave out on her as she dropped her skirt and pulled her shirt back on. He moved enough to zip up his pants, still draped on the car like a wet towel. She lit the last joint and climbed up next to him, reclining in the crook of his arm. Silently she put the joint between her lips, took a deep drag, then placed her lips to his and let him draw the smoke into his own lungs. 

He exhaled and in the same breath, said "You are incredible." She smiled and leaned her cheek against his, her breath still a little labored.

"You're easy." She joked. He tickled her side and she cackled like a chicken, something he'd never heard her do. He laughed with her, thinking that even her laugh was perfect in it's imperfection; another piece of an amazing girl. Happiness flooded his mind and he couldn't think of anything to say, so they laid there in comfortable togetherness.

The tow truck came right after they did. The headlights blared at them from the dark curtain of night, reminding them why they were there. The truck stopped and the guy loaded her car onto it expertly, as they watched, leaning on the warm hood of the Volvo. When he was done and ready to leave, Chloe turned to Loren.

"I guess this is it." She said.

"Yep." Loren sighed.

"Thanks for everything."

"Thank you." They were silent for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes.

"I'm off tomorrow. Would you like to…"

"Meet you in front of the drugstore at ten?"

"Perfect." She smiled.

"Like you." Loren grinned.

She hopped in the tow truck still gazing at him. He stood there for a long time before he finally turned to leave. On the seat of his car he noticed a fold of paper that wasn't there before. He opened it, and it read: I had a crush on you, too. Love, Chloe.

Perfect



I was late to the party.

As I arrived to the house, people had already flitted off to the other closed areas of the house with their partners for the evening.

After perusing the leftovers, morosely, I headed outside into the back patio, eager to get away from the crusades of the wallflowers who viewed me as a last ray of hope.

I am not only attractive, but I am downright beautiful. Black hair, dark brown eyes and the creamiest skin possible. Asian.

I headed around the hedges, glad for the humidity that kept others inside on this evening.

I thought I heard footsteps, but I wasn't certain, and maybe, I hoped that I did.

I slowed my walk, my blood heating up at the thought of someone following me.

I looked up the night sky, pretending to regard the canopy of stars rather than listening intently for any footfall.

But there wasn't any.

More than a little disappointed, I walked forward and was pushed hard against the stone wall surrounding the garden, my chest pushed up hard, my arm wrenched forcefully back.

I gasped and tensed my body, ready to push away from the wall and ready to fight.

My attacker, a man larger than myself had thrown his body against mine for leverage and now pinned me with his chest, one of his hands cradling my face from the wall, his other hand wrenching the buttons on my blouse, groping my breasts.

"Shh." he hissed into my ear.

I froze, the sensations overwhelming me; his fingers groping and pulling on my nipples, his hot mouth licking my ear, devouring my neck, his other hand holding my head in place.

He pushed his pelvis hard against me and I found my self grinding back just as hard while a moan involuntarily escaped my mouth.

"Good little girl." he whispered, his hand moving from my breasts down my stomach, reaching under the skirt and lifting the flimsy sleeve over my hips exposing my white panties.

He pushed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply.

A harsh sigh moved in his throat as his fingers felt my wetness of my slit through the cotton.

And I was wet. And wildly aroused beyond anything I had ever felt before by any man or toy.

He petted me almost gently, savoring the feeling of my heat. He moved his hand away from my face and undid his pants, letting his hard on push on my lower back. 

I dropped my head back allowing his mouth easier access to my neck, my hand on my own breasts, the other in his thick hair, giving him all the encouragement he needed.

His fingers found their way into my panties, moving slowly over my clit to my cunt lips, pushing in, making me arch my back strongly against him, moaning and twisting.

I could the sounds of him fingering me, the wet sound that made him chuckle low in throat, that urged him to put his cock in me.

But he took his time, working me into a frenzy. He fingered my slit, alternating my pussy and my clit while he slowly dry fucked me.

I was panting heavily, almost there.

Almost perfect.

He wrenched my panties to one side and I could feel the tip of his cock smoothing along my lips.

And then I felt it..the tip of it sliding in.

He groaned, and began to fuck me hard against the wall, his hand back on my face turning my head around so he could kiss me deep.

His other hand was on my clit rubbing softly in sharp contrast to the frantic fucking.

I came hard, exploding, pushing my tongue into his mouth, moaning incoherently, my body shuddering.

He fucked me steadily until the spasms were over and when he pulled his cock out; I was surprised and disappointed.

I could feel the soaked head of his cock move to my asshole and I heard him whisper:

"Say it."

I whimpered, devastated he moved out of my body.

He pushed his cock back into my pussy, fucking me slow.

"Say it."

I was reluctant, almost defiant, eager to see what he would do.

Incredibly, he fucked me slower, deliberately, making me feel every inch of him sliding into my body.

His tongue licked my cheek, grazing my lips and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.

"Please.." I relented, the first ever admission in bed from me.

With a growl, he pushed his cock into my asshole, slowly, feeling me arch against his chest, gasping from this new sensation.

Once I adjusted to this new feeling, he began to fuck me steadily, his hand on my clit, his mouth on mine, tasting my tongue.

I could hear groans come from his chest and as he sped up his thrusts, he dropped his mouth to my neck and my shoulder, nibbling, biting harder and harder as he fucked me harshly.

He bit down, tasting red, growling as his body began to shudder, his come flooding my asshole.

I clenched my body as he came, digging my nails into his scalp, wanting him to explode, to feel what he gave me.

He stilled, our ragged breathing the only sound in our world as we calmed.

He pulled his cock out, adjust my skirt and he left without a word.

I slid down the wall, feeling his come drip out of my body, onto my thighs.

Perfect.



Perfect



The smoke was beginning to really bother me. The way it hung thick in the air, like some gray fog, was the same way it was hanging in my lungs. The painfully loud sound system pounded the beat into me. If I'd been less disoriented by the atmosphere, or if I'd found anyone to dance with, I might have actually enjoyed the rhythmic asphyxiation. I found my way through the crowded club, being jostled hither and yon as I made my way to a secluded spot.

From here I finished the drink I'd begun some time before, and, frowning at how warm it had become, I decided maybe it was time to call it a night. I passed by a fire exit in the back of the bustling dance floor and paused. Walking back, I made a mental bet with myself that no one would hear the siren if I were to slip out the door, over the driving music. I don't know exactly why I decided to go for it- maybe it was the lack of oxygen, maybe it was the impenetrable-seeming throng.. and maybe something else. But, for whatever reason I pushed at the fire escape, and it opened.

What was most alarming was the lack of alarm! Apparently the warning stickers on the door were all bluff. Taking the opportunity, I quickly ducked out, a patch of the thick gray smoke floating out with me. Closing the door and noticing the haze, I waved about to clear it, but I had no real luck. I began to move toward the parking lot, when I noticed a different door in the building, which was just cracked open. Curiously, I peered in, only to see a staircase leading down into darkness.. and what was that..?

I could hardly believe I could hear anything after the cacophony on the dance floor, but there was... singing? Yes, a woman, singing, coming faintly up the stairway. Too curious to even think about caution, I followed this soft siren song down the stairs. I tried to be careful as I descended, not wanting to disturb what mystery I was about to discover. Unfortunately, the darkness and lingering smoke distracted me just enough to let me catch my black blazer's sleeve on the handrail, tearing a few sleeve buttons from it. They clattered down the stairway, each peck of the nickel ornaments on the polished linoleum causing a jolt on my spine, afraid to upset the alluring song that was now becoming clearer.

The singing hadn't even paused. I let myself breathe again, and began to take the final few steps to what, in the meager light, I thought was likely to be the bottom landing. Just before reaching there, I decided to stop and peer around the open doorframe. Like a kid who wants to sneak a clue about what he's getting for Christmas, by rattling his presents, I strained my eyes to make out light, shapes, movement in that dim expanse beyond the stairwell. My nose told me the first thing about it, though: a sweet, perfumed musky scent was wafting to me. My ears followed fast, finally telling me what the mysterious voice was intoning into the night from here, in this unexpected underworld:

Come to me lover,
complete me tonight,
I feel you near me,
give up your fight...

Incredibly, this song matched the faint but driving pulse of the sound system upstairs, the rest of the commercially acceptable noise stripped, and only its lifebeat finding its way here. My eyes finally adjusted, and my heart melted as I made out the flickerings of the light of one large candle playing over the curves of a woman. She danced, the faint light making only small parts of her glow as portions of her moved nearer the flame, then away...

So close to me now,
join me in dance,
Step closer to me,
Take now your chance...

Her voice was so soft, and yet nothing could have been a firmer command. I felt my desire to be close to this sweet enchantress overfill me, the want seeming to flow down from the crown of my head, enveloping my body, making it move to the landing...

Krik-BOOM!

I didn't turn my head at the noise, I could see what it had been: the door to the alley outside had slammed shut just as my feet both firmly hit the landing. This caused the red EXIT signs at the top of the stairs and just above me to light up, bathing the stairwell in a red radiance. She had turned her head though, and was staring at me, the red light from my landing just touching some of her closest parts as she altered her song. Just for a moment, a part of me lit in wonder that she hadn't missed a beat of it, but that passed rapidly as her words carried over to me:

Otherworldly Male,
Smoke as your mantle,
Red upon black,
The light of your candle

Come to me now,
O Agent of Night,
Join with me here
And take my delight...

The red glare that flooded over me caught the last wisps of the smoke I had been covered in from the club. Beyond any knowing or understanding, I walked forward, the ethereal fiery wedge of the red light becoming a cellar door that I was arising from. Her dance was slow, and ever so sensual in how it shifted and swayed, as I softly approached. I could now see that she only wore a set of very loose and flowing transparent sleeves, connected to a gown made of the same gossamer material, whose length never reached more than an inch below the juncture of her swaying, rotating legs...

Halt and prepare,
cast aside your shell
slowly, with reverence
reveal you as well

There was no more thought left to me but the thoughts she graciously gave. As I softly undid my blazer and shirt, she began to dance slower still, the beat from above slowing with what must have been the change of a song. Still, it seemed to fit her needs perfectly, allowing her to move with the kind of grace and skill that would have aroused even a perfectly straight woman. The effect it had on me was overpowering, and as I set aside my garments and stood naked before her, I knew I had never been as perfect for anyone as I was for this wonder, this awe-inspiring lady, this... woman. Right then, she was woman as if no other had ever been. She beckoned me to her and I moved slowly, my movement matching the falling rhythm without my meaning it to.

She knelt before me, her eyes deep and glittering up to mine, as her fingers reached over and dipped into the molten wax of the candle, which had burnt to just about knee height, having sent many rivers of its essence down its phallic walls. Her fingers rubbed some of the excitingly hot wax deep into the cleft of my ass, causing a shudder to rip through my entire world. Another dip of her fingers and the hot (but oddly not painful) fluid was coating my balls, her deft fingers making sparks of passion and pleasure ignite within me. The experience went beyond what I could put words to, and soon, her gentle but adept hands had placed wax over my navel, my sternum, upon my throat, and right between my eyes.

She bent to gather a small handful and then turned and kissed me, her tongue opening my mouth as if it belonged to her, not me. The hot wax poured gently upon the crown of my head and suddenly everything seemed to become alive in a way I can't begin to make sense of. Fire erupted up my spine to be met by icy water rushing down that channel to meet it, and the resulting inner steam caused my entire being to glow. She had begun to chant, and I found myself joining her in it:

Be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me...

These words flowed out in time with the beat from above, which now simply seemed to be at our mutual command. She laid me down facing up and slowly straddled me. For just a moment my mind quailed, unsure if it could possibly withstand any more stimulation, but the chant took that worry, wrapped it up and soothed it to sleep with each passing of those words:

... be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me...

The chant grew slightly more whispered by us both as our sexes joined, her sweet bloom sliding down a bit, up slightly, then down more, taking more and more of my perfect member into her perfect flower of womanhood. The heat ws threatening to melt me away, leaving nothing else, and her eyes were so deep, such incredible pools of lust and desire kindled deep with a fire of power and sensuality. She joined her hands to mine, fingers interweaving as she settled fully onto me, her chanting and mine now gasping softly between words, but still on rhythm. The beat began to call for a faster dance, and so she rotated her hips in perfect time to it, the chant carrying into every part of my being as we swayed together slippery and sweet:

... be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me...

My enchantress and I spent much time, and yet no time at all, it seemed, becoming one. The beat would vary and so would her sweet movements, sometimes dancing up and down upon me, sometimes rotating, occasionally both. Each time she slipped into a different pattern I felt another barrier dissolve between us, and we both began to gasp more as we chanted. It seemed that the fires that threatened to consume me were working at her core just as furiously. Indeed, nothing seemed to be different anymore between us. We moaned our chant out louder now, musically singing out to the fast beat:

... be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me,
be perfect with me...

Suddenly, the explosion rocked us both a once, and something I've never felt hit. Her sex clutched mine and as she kissed me, I felt as if I was releasing into her, but I knew that it was actually being held back by her, somehow, as was her final release. Explosions rocked through our forms, her tongue taking me as my shaft had just taken her sex, and suddenly, it all released and we flowed together, nothing else seeming real ever again.

We had joined, perfect for each other.



Perfect



As he walked into the hall my breath caught in my throat. He was a vision of perfection. An Adonis by any other name. He moved with the grace of a cat in his finely tailored suit that covered everything but hinted at so much more. As he glided in alongside his colleagues he gazed over the many people sitting entranced at the newcomers searching for possible threats. His golden gaze was calculating and his eyes cold as the ice that clung to the windows. 

He was beautiful. He had the look and feel of a predator. His aura radiated a deadly nature, dominate and protective. Oh how I wish to be dominated. I would love nothing more than to have those golden eyes look through me, into my soul, and find me worthy of him. He stops with his party, a pace behind his superior showing his respect. His eyes never stop moving and when they pass over me I can feel him weighing my soul and then moving on without any outward indication of what he has found. He stretches his leathery black wings behind him in irritation. He does not like the position that his group was forced in. His hands stray towards the folds of his jacket, presumably to stroke a hidden weapon, his only means of comfort in a situation such as this. I miss the conversation between his superior and mine for I am too focused on the angel standing before me. I barely register the conclusion of the welcome and only because the object of my affection turns to leave. They are staying in the castle for an unknown period of time. If I am lucky enough they will stay for the duration of the war and perhaps beyond. 

I offer to escort him to his room for the duration of his stay. He pierced my amber eyes with his golden and smirked at me. "That would be most appreciated," he said, the smirk growing wider. Amusement danced in his eyes, like I had just told some great joke. He ushers me before him to lead the way. As I lead him up several staircases and through passages both secret and not I can feel him examining me, his eyes burning into my back. "And this is your room," I hear myself say. "You have a sitting room, bathroom, and bedroom. Meals are usually taken in the Dining Hall but food can be ordered from the kitchens. If you have any questions I would be more than happy to help." He contemplates the new information before opening the portal and stepping into the room. I wait outside the room unsure of what my next actions should be. Oh how I wish to follow him inside and observe him in a more intimate and private setting. To my surprise he crooks a finger at me and beckons me to join him inside. 

I walk into the room seeing it decorated tastefully in deep blues and greens with cream accents here and there. He gazes around the sitting room and moves on to examine the bedroom. I hesitate briefly before silently following him. The room is dark, black everywhere with barely any other hints of color. It is made for him. His deadly aura is perfectly reflected in the ebony furniture and his sex appeal was complemented by the black silk sheets. I get lost in a fantasy of being taken on that large bed, our sweat slicked bodies sliding on those sheets. My screams echo off the ancient stone walls as he brings me to new heights. Giving me the best orgasms I will ever experience. I can almost taste him. I imagine that his ethereal flesh will taste like vanilla and rain and his cum the sweetest of ambrosia. I feel myself growing hard as I stand against his bedroom wall and daydream of the most perfect fantasy. 

The angel spread his wings wide once more as he turned towards me. He spoke one word, "Perfect." He gazed right into my eyes as he said this and his silky voice sent chills down my spine and heat straight to my crotch. I had a feeling he wasn't just talking about the room. He stalked towards me with the grace of a feline cornering its prey. I knew I couldn't escape and I wasn't sure I even wanted to. The smirk never left his face but the glint in his eyes carried a hunger, a hunger for sex and... something else. The angel put his arms on either side of me; hands pressed into the wall and fit his leg snugly between mine. I was firmly boxed in, pinned to the wall and completely at his mercy as he leaned forward to ravish my mouth. 

That sinful tongue mapped out every inch, pulling moans from my throat with skilled ease. His mouth left mine and moved towards my neck. The soft tongue played against my throat and warm lips sucked and kissed up my windpipe making my moans louder and needier. He moved his mouth back to the side of my neck and continued his ministrations. Oh, gods he was going to make me cum with nothing more than that mouth. I can only imagine what he is capable of with the rest of his body. The angel's skilled mouth is bringing me closer to heaven with each kiss. Lost in a sea of bliss I barely felt the teeth sink into my neck. It was only when I noticed my angel detach himself from my neck and face me once more with fangs glistening red that I realized the truth. He is no angel, but a demon and I am in hell. 



Perfect



He had known what she was before they met. He had gone on to the net looking for her. Well not her, but someone like her. She had found him, if the truth be known. Had taken him, controlled him. 

They had met after a couple of days, his life fleeting past, his work a blur. She had told him they would meet and he had agreed. She sent him an email, with the day, date and time. The place was a hotel. He knew it, had stayed there on business 

Now when he checked in it was different. As if everyone knew why he was there. He left a note, as instructed, for her to collect when she arrived. It detailed the room and that he would be ready. Anyone could read the note and he blushed when he handed it over. 

He sat in the room on the end of the bed. He wanted to run, but his legs didn't work. His brain shouted move, but his body just sat there. He knew what was too happen. She had told him what would happen in detail. Too much detail. He had wanked over her messages, knowing it was not allowed. Knowing he was doing wrong. Knowing she had forbidden him. 

He sat and waited. A knock at the door. He got up, his legs weak and walked to the door. When he opened it she was there. Looking up at her he saw her face, the make up perfect, the lips a luscious red. 

"Invite me in" she said. She walked past him without waiting for the words he couldn't speak. She looked round and dumped her bag on the bed. "This will do" she dismissed the room 

She looked at him and he felt like a rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming truck. "Take me to dinner" she said. 

He took her away from the hotel, in his car. She sat regally in the passenger seat after he had held the door for her and didn't speak the whole way there. He was too scared to break the silence. At the restaurant he held her chair and she sat. When the waitress arrived her whole demeanour changed, she smiled and to him the sun shone. She chatted to the waitress like she was an old friend and before he had realised she had ordered for both of them and the staff were running at her beck and call. And loving it, pandering to her every wish. She even got up and spoke to the chef, running her tongue over her lips as she discussed with him how to cook the steak. The girl who bought the wine was called Angela and stood no chance against her. He knew that Angela had left her phone number, knew it would be followed up on. 

She turned her attention to him when the food arrived. She smiled at him and he felt warm. They chatted. Exchanged pleasantries, talked like the lovers they were to become. He basked in her glow and was amazed at how she held court, not missing a beat with the chat with him and the complete spell she had over the staff in the restaurant. The meal was fantastic, well cooked and delivered by the unknowing slaves to her will 

They slowly drank their coffee and silent now he thought about the night ahead. A last farewell to the staff, a picture with her centre stage and the staff around her, promises to return. Not from him, but from her, she was special, they could all tell. 

As they drove back to the hotel he stole a look at her legs, stretched out beside him, the tops of the stockings just showing. Her face was illuminated against the night, the street lamps showing her bee sting lips, the eyes closed, the chest rising and falling. Her breasts, oh her breasts. She said "concentrate on the road" Without opening her eyes she knew he was watching her. He did as instructed, but not before he saw the smile on her lips. 

They walked across the foyer of the hotel. It was late but there were plenty of sales reps and business men there drowning their sorrows and loneliness. They all turned to look at the her as her heels clicked over the marble floor. She grabbed his arm, placed it around her waist. To them it looked like she was owned, possessed but he knew it was a token gesture. He could never own her, she owned him. 

Inside the hotel room she changed again. "Undress" she commanded 

He took off his shirt and tie and then dropped his trousers. As instructed he had worn the stockings and garter belt, the satin knickers only barely hiding his erection. She walked towards him, and grasped his balls with her hand. Releasing the pressure she pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bed and he fell. 

She was on him, her hands playing with his cock through the pants. He reached up to hold her, but she slapped his hands away and so he put them above his head, clasping them together. Her finger outlined his cock in the satin panties, dragging a fingernail from the bottom of his balls to the moist tip. 

She moved the panties to one side and his cock sprang free. Upright and beating in tune with his heart she watched it from below. Her hand slowly encompassed it and she started to wank him. He gasped and let the feeling flow over him. She stopped and just let her finger run over the end of his cock, causing his stomach muscles to bunch up. 

Moving up the bed she got closer to his erect cock. He felt her breath on him, as her tongue slowly started to lick the underside of his cock. Her mouth was on him in a moment and he felt the suction from her as her mouth slid down his cock. He felt the head hit the back of her throat and felt it pass there her nose touching his hairless pelvis. She moved back and forward, fucking his length with her mouth and throat, all the time wanking the base of his cock with her hand. He was in heaven and thought it couldn't get any better, when he suddenly felt a finger at his anus. The finger probed and he knew to relax. The finger slipped in and started a small in and out motion, coinciding with the sucking on his cock. 

Abruptly he knew he was going to come and told her. She stopped moving and looked at him. She smiled and renewed her actions. The wanking and the sucking, but in his passion he didn't realise that two fingers were in his arse now, playing with him. 

He held back for as long as he could, but the cum jetted from him as he yelled and she greedily slurped it all, not spilling a drop, holding his cock in the back of her throat for as long as it took. 

He went limp and she released his flaccid cock. And just looked at him. His only thought " the cat who got the cream" a cliché, but when she licked her lips, oh man. 

"My turn" was all she said. She moved off him and stood. Slowly she undid the buttons on her blouse revealing a white basque, her tits forced up and out by the tight material. Next her skirt dropped to the floor revealing her white panties. She climbed up him, knees either side, stopping by his chest. She held her perfect tits up and showed him the nipples. "You want this" It wasn't a question, more a statement of fact. 

She pulled her panties away from her body and one hand slipped inside. "You want this" her husky voice said. She moved off him and turned her back to him. She slipped her panties down revealing her arse, perfectly framed by the basque and the garter belt and her stockings, the ones that matched his. She reached back and flicked her hair. 

"I know what you want" she said and turned round, kneeling beside him. "This is what you really want" Her cock stuck out, perfect and hairless. 

She moved up to the side of his head and he took it deep in his mouth. He had never sucked cock before and he didnt hesitate now. It was how he had imagined it would be, soft and smooth, warm on his tongue. He tasted the saltiness and allowed his tongue to play over the head. She pushed deeper and he tried to replicate what she had done to him earlier. He knew he would need practice to deep throat, but he did what he could. She was hard and pushed at his mouth whispering about how he was a slut, a cock sucking slut. 

She pulled back and asked him if he was ready. He nodded. She reached over and took the lubricant from her bag. Squeezing some on her fingers she placed her hand on his arse. He lifted his legs as her fingers entered him. He was ready, having spent time with butt plugs, fantasising about this day. 

She entered him with three fingers, pushing the lube into him. More lube went to her cock. She positioned herself between his legs, holding them apart. Her cock was at the entrance to his arse and she looked at him. "Do it" he said "Please" 

In one motion she was in him. He felt pain as his muscles tried to contract and couldn't. They stretched, taking this huge object and then the pain was gone. All he felt was full. Like when he had the plug in him, but more than that. More, for this was warm and pulsed with a heartbeat, he could feel it. 

Slowly she pulled back and then pushed forward. Again and again she pulled back, sliding forward. He could feel the motion, his arse reacting and his prostrate filling him with the motion. Faster she went, harder and harder. 

Soon she was blurring in and out and he was bucking up at her crying with the need to be fucked. She stopped and he was about to call out, to cry "no please keep going" when he felt the spurt inside him. He felt her cock pushing the come past his anus. Her face was one of ecstasy and she fell on him, his legs falling down. 

They lay for a few minutes and her cock slithered out of him. He felt the cum drain from his arse all over the sheets. She crawled up him and he took her in the crook of his arm, her head against his chest. 

Their breathing returned to normal and they rested. After awhile she said "Get down and suck me again" He smiled and did as ordered. 



Perfect Admission



It had been weeks since the episode with Brenda, but Trixie couldn’t put it out of her head. Every time she saw the woman heat rushed to her cunt, even in the most unlikely situations. She almost came in the middle of the grocery store when she saw her mistress- no! that woman handling grapefruits. God knew she had tried to forget, but damn it all, no one had even come close to her skill. She’d fucked half a dozen different guys in all sorts of ways since that night. Hell, she’d even submitted to anal in an attempt to have even a taste of the pure pleasure that bitch had given. It hadn’t worked. 

Remembering where she was, she moaned under her current fuck. Not that the moron would probably even notice. He was cute, and certainly packed a nice fat cock, but damn was he thick! She laughed quietly at the lousy pun. “Told you you’d like it,” he grunted in her ear. She moaned again, almost sensually, and half-heartedly clawed his back. In a last, desperate attempt, she’d tried to get him to dominate her. Nothing else had worked. Unfortunately, she’d picked a dumb one to try it on. In the end, she’d just given in and let him fuck her, figuring it was easier than chasing him off.

The blond beauty finished. What was his name again? Doug, no, Dan, damn. Derek! “Thanks, Derek. Mmm.” She kissed him as he rolled off, exhausted. “I’ll be right back, ok?” Without waiting for a reply, she slid out of her bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. “Fucking moron,” she muttered, splashing her face with cold water. Then she snickered. Another bad pun. He was clearly a bad influence.

Pulling her mini-skirt back down and just ditching her blouse in the hall, she made herself walk back in and face yet another disappointment. None too gently, she shook him awake. “Time to go. I have to work in the morning.”

“But I thought,” he mumbled, struggling to sit up.

“I do.” A little lie never hurt anybody, especially if it got the oaf out of her house so she could finish what he barely even started.

Brenda heard the car leave at the same time as the vibrator and real moans started in the other bedroom. She’d gotten off herself more than once, using the thin walls for her own private voyeurism. She doubted her pet had any idea just how much she actually knew about her. Including just how disappointing her love life had been since her first taste of being a sub. 

Brenda had always figured she’d be good at being a domme, but damn, she never thought she’d be this good! Unless she’d been getting the wrong impression, and she doubted it, she had just made a major change in Miss Perfect’s little world. She grinned, very pleased with herself. 

Of course, tonight had just been icing on the cake. She’d known she’d won when the dirty little cunt had all but melted in the grocery store. The only thing missing had been a witness, but that would happen. All she had to do was wait for her pet bitch to roll on her back and admit she needed to be dominated. That would happen very soon now. After all, every bitch in heat needed a quality fuck, and Brenda was the only one who could give it to her now. She laughed when she heard Trixie scream as she came. Brenda swore she heard “Mistress.”

Three days after the miserable failure with the blond hunk, Trixie banged on Brenda’s door. When the black-haired pain in the ass opened the door, her expression sweet as pie, Trixie lit into her. “What the hell did you do to me?” she demanded. “With your damn whips and lesbian shit. I’m not a fucking lesbo! What the fuck happened?”

Brenda opened the door further, irritatingly taking the abuse in stride. “Would you like to come in and talk about it?”

Trixie took two steps back. “Hell no! I just want you to explain yourself!”

Brenda shook her head, keeping the sweet, sad expression locked on her face. “I’m afraid I can’t explain it any better than I already have. I can make cock sweet again for you, but you have to give in. You have to let me show you.”

Trixie ran. She had come too close to actually taking the bitch up on the offer. She shuddered even as her cunt made its own opinion warmly known.

Not two days later, there was a soft, polite knock on Brenda’s door. She looked at the clock. Eleven. Who the hell? She gathered her silk bathrobe around her and looked through the peephole. It was Trixie. She must have gotten half way through her night on the town and just given in. And there she was, primped, pretty, and practically scuffing her toes as she waited for the door to be answered.

Brenda secured the robe and opened the door. “Yes?”

“You know why I’m here,” Trixie snarled, then ducked her head further.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Trixie glared at her balefully. “I can’t do it any more. You said you could fix it.”

“Excuse me?” She had to wait for the magic word.

Trixie balked. “Damnit- you know what I mean! Cock’s no good any more!” Brenda waited while Trixie visibly fought herself over giving in. Finally she did. “Please, Mistress,” she whispered. It was good enough.

Brenda put an arm around the scantily clad girl and ushered her into the dimly lit living room. “Sit, take your shoes off.” Brenda sat beside her on the couch as she shed her high-laced heels. “Now tell me, what’s happening?”

Trixie buried her face in her hands and Brenda ran a soothing hand up and down her bare back. “I’ve tried everything I can think of, and then some, but I can’t cum. Not like you made me cum.”

“Now why do you think that is?” Trixie was leaning against her, her arm nestled between Brenda’s breasts, her head on one shoulder.

“Because they didn’t punish me?” she hazarded, nestling closer.

“It’s not about the punishment, that’s just part of it. What’s the real reason?” Brenda carefully slid one of the tiny dress straps off her shoulder as her caresses moved to the side not pressed against her. Trixie’s response was to slide one delicate hand under her robe and between her knees.

“Because they couldn’t dominate me, like you,” she whispered against Brenda’s pale neck as she slipped her arm out of the loose strap and brought her hand up to rest on Brenda’s other shoulder. That had to be the right answer. She’d always been in control before. 

Brenda paused in her ministrations. “Is that the proper form of address?”

“M- Mistress,” she faltered, then started sucking on her earlobe.

“Too slow. I’ll not have my pet forgetting her place.” Brenda started to untangle herself, but Trixie was faster. 

In a blink she was on her knees, her slim body between Brenda’s knees, her hands pushing the silk bathrobe out of the way. “Please don’t punish me, Mistress! I’ll please you any way I can!” She really didn’t mind going down on her. Not if it kept her from being punished. Hell, if she did a good enough job, Brenda might even get her off. She was definitely wet enough for it. 

Brenda almost gave in. She was hot already and the perfect blond girl between her legs, one lovely breast naked and hardening, probably could get her off right there, but then she thought of her bronze flesh blushing after a good punishment. “No, pet, it’s part of the training. You won’t be as quick to forget if you have a reason to remember. And that’s not the only reason you have to be punished.” She stood and drew her pet up with her. “We have a matter of six,” Trixie looked away, “seven? Cocks dirtying up your cunt.”

Trixie fidgeted uncomfortably, remembering what had finally made her give in. “Does it count if we just jacked each other off, Mistress?” Well, she’d jacked him off. He only thought he’d succeeded.

“You’re my pet now, so you’ll not have anything until I say you’re ready.” She handed her pet a candle and took one herself. She wasn’t in the mood for bright lights and there were more than enough candles for her to see by in the Dungeon. She led the way, knowing Trixie would follow.

At the bottom of the stairs, Brenda turned and took Trixie’s candle. “Strip.” She watched as the girl slid out of the red dress and matching thong. “Now put cold water in that basin over there.” She gestured to an ancient sink and a bowl in a corner of the room. As the girl turned to do her bidding, she started to light candles. She lit all of the ones in the punishment area and a few more elsewhere in the room.

Trixie waited nervously with the basin of icy water. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what it was for. Especially with the smile her mistress wore as she walked over.

“Put it on the floor and kneel over it.” The girl did and Brenda picked up a fairly rough cloth. “Now it’s time to wash you clean enough to be my pet. Bend over.”

Brenda knelt behind her and examined the exposed puss and ass. “Have we been a bad girl?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Even as she braced herself against the floor, Brenda could see her bracing herself internally for whatever punishment was coming. She simply dipped the cloth in the cold water and ran it lightly over the offending flesh.

Trixie flinched at the icy touch, then relaxed. Maybe this time it wouldn’t be so bad. She felt her Mistress remove the cloth and rewet it. Then it was scrubbing the sensitive flesh hard, freezing it with the icy water. Trixie bore it in silence, knowing it was worth it. Brenda removed the cloth and wetted it again, then Trixie felt two fingers covered in cold terry-cloth invade her cunt. She shrieked and pulled away. Before she could correct herself, her ass was warmed by a pair of sharp slaps.

“Sit still, pet, or I’ll restrain you.” Trixie bit her lip and forced herself to be motionless. Even terry cloth on Brenda’s fingers did more for her than any live cock had recently.

Brenda shoved her two fingers back up Trixie’s already lust-slick cunt, then added a third just to make sure she could be still. “Good girl.” She absently patted the girl’s ass as she would pet a dog. “Get up. Time for your punishment.” She strode over to the shackles where the tramp had been strung up before and turned. Trixie was still standing beside the basin.

“Mistress,” she whispered. “What if I don’t want to?”

Brenda smiled gently and went back over to her. “I know it’s frightening, my pet.” She wrapped her arms around the slim body and stroked the golden head on her shoulder. “This is all so new and strange.” Trixie relaxed against her and her hands crept up to circle Brenda’s waist. “If there’s anything you don’t want to do, I’m perfectly reasonable.” One hand gently stroked the perfect ass while the other swept the blond hair off her shoulder and neck. “All you have to do is tell me and I’ll never,” she kissed her shoulder, “ever,” a tongue flick on her pulse, “ever,” a nip on her earlobe, “touch you again.” Brenda pulled away and watched the words sink in. 

Trixie looked at her with those big, blue eyes in horror. Gathering her wits, she whispered, “I am your pet, I will do as you wish.” Slowly, still clearly fighting herself, Brenda’s pet positioned herself to be tied. She had clearly been thinking hard since their last lesson. 

Carefully, gently caressing each limb, Brenda secured her in a spread eagle between the wall and support post. “That’s not so bad, is it?” 

“No, Mistress.” She heard her captive’s breath catch as she picked up the same many-tailed whip she had used before. Turning, she stroked the soft leather. Trixie trembled.

Without a word, Brenda stepped behind the perfect, frightened, blond and laid the first stroke across her perfect ass. Trixie didn’t cry out as she worked her way up her back and only gave a small whimper when she reached the tense shoulder muscles. As she worked her way back down the tanned, blushing flesh, Trixie’s breath got ragged, but she remained quiet.

“You’re a very good girl.” Brenda lightly pressed herself to Trixie’s back, knowing how good the cool silk robe would feel against her heated skin. Trixie flinched when the whip rested on her thigh, then arched into the hand that slid down her taut belly. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. Oh!” Brenda’s finger skimmed through the wet cunt and trailed up to her pet’s mouth. Her own cunt responded warmly to the willing mouth sucking her finger clean. 

Quelling the desire to untie the girl and fuck her brains out immediately, Brenda traded the whip for her gentlest crop. The wide, flat, leather popper would hurt, but she’d still be able to lie on her back. Later.

“Mistress?” Trixie whispered. “I thought, well, haven’t I been-”

“Punished? No, darling, that was just the warm-up.” She stroked her pet’s cheek with the crop and instead of pulling away, Trixie kissed it and licked it, pleading with her eyes. The perfect, red lips and dexterous tongue did Brenda in and she kissed her.

Trixie willingly allowed Brenda to dominate, drawing her deeper with her lips and tongue. When her mistress’ silk-covered thigh slid between her own, she did her best to ride it. The restraints hampered her, but she tried to show that she was willing and didn’t need to be punished.

Brenda pulled away anyway. Lust was clear in her flushed cheeks and lips and her glittering eyes. The way she fondled the crop made punishment inevitable. “I won’t be harsh,” Brenda said, as she let the cool crop wander over Trixie’s body, “but you must do as you’re told.” Trixie knew there was no point in craning her neck as the lovely, powerful woman stepped behind her, so she relaxed.

“There will be one lash for each cock. Count out loud.”

With a crack, her right ass-cheek blossomed in pain. “One!” she gasped in surprise. Another on her left cheek and heat rushed to her cunt. “Two.” The next three alternated ass cheeks, then she got smacked on her inner thigh. “Son of a bitch!” The crop came down again on the same spot and she had to fight back tears of pain. “Six, Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress.” The crop came down on her left ass cheek again. “Seven.”

When Brenda stepped in front of her, she wore a stern expression. “You did not do as you were told.”

Trixie didn’t want to argue, so she bit her lip.

Her mistress clipped a cheap, red, dog collar around her neck and let the cold chain leash hang between her breasts. She unshackled Trixie’s wrists and ankles and let her rub life back into them. “I am not pleased, but I will chalk it up to lack of discipline. This time. If it happens again you will be punished.”

“I understand, Mistress,” Trixie whispered, relived. Distastefully taking the end of the chain leash in her fingers, her mistress led her to the bed on the floor.

“On your back,” she ordered coldly and dropped the leash. Gingerly, Trixie lay down and quickly discovered that if she lay flat with her knees up it didn’t hurt so much. Her mistress settled in a chair beyond her feet. “You have my permission to masturbate with your fingers until you cum. Once.” 

Hesitantly, Trixie spread her knees a little and her hand crept to the top of her closely trimmed hair. She didn’t like touching herself. She loved to masturbate, but hadn’t actually used her fingers since she’d gotten her first vibrator. Her mistress loosened her robe and began tracing the V between her breasts. As the robe was pushed back, revealing the pale, twin curves, Trixie’s hand slid to her cunt without a thought. Her own fingers remembered the soft, wet flesh, dancing between her cunt and clit as her eyes watched her mistress.

Brenda caressed her full, white breasts and watched her pet’s knees fall further and further apart. She watched the nimble fingers caress and manipulate the shell pink puss with intimate familiarity. In no time her hips were starting to buck and Brenda watched with interest as she finished herself off.

Since her pet was finished and panting on the floor, Brenda stood and rewrapped her robe. She had already doused a handful of candles before Trixie caught up with her.

“Mistress?” She looked like a waif, wearing just the dog collar and leash.

“What?” Brenda kept dousing candles, but watched from the corner of her eye.

“Are you, well, done?” Trixie was watching her nervously, hopefully.

“You are. Get dressed.” Brenda knew the need to touch would be strong and pretended not to notice the hands slipping around her hips.

“But don’t you need—”

Brenda whipped around and slapped the hands away. “I don’t need anything!” She grabbed the leash and pulled Trixie to her knees. “You think you excite me? I let you eat me as a reward. You have to earn it. I only let you finger your own filthy cunt because you don’t have the control not to cum.”

Trixie grabbed her thigh and started kissing the flesh. “I know I pleased you last time, let me do it again.”

Brenda shoved her to the floor with her foot. “I’m so displeased with your lack of discipline, it would take an hour to even get me wet.” Never mind that it would take about three tongue flicks to make her cum. She unclipped the collar and flung it away. “Get dressed and leave my house. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be less of a disappointment.”

As soon as the Dungeon door closed behind her pet’s pert little ass, Brenda grabbed the first dildo she found and fucked herself until she screamed.



Perfect Air & Perfect Heir



She believed in things being natural, as it was in nature; but, was what they did at their secret beach a natural sort of activity between a mother and her son?

It was one of those days where the air was perfect. It was the right temperature, the right humidity, a slight breeze, perfect. You know how that feels, when the atmosphere is just exactly at its most comfortable. It is a sensation that makes you want to be nude, shed your clothing and have the air touch every square millimeter of your skin. The senses are alive with a heightened sensuality from experiencing that light touch of air on your whole body; your very pores seem to drink in oxygen and energy.

That must be the way we came out of the trees, but now we are the "naked ape" to use Desmond Morris' phrase. And so much the better! To have the full contact of air with bare hide, with nothing to hide our epidermis, neither fur nor fabric to hamper our frolic, to stifle our freedom of being uncovered to the elements is certainly the excellence of exposure. That day the air was perfect, sun bright, water cool, stones warm and smooth, the sand soft and fine like sugar.

In their 'secret beach' Jenny, and Joey her son, took advantage of the day to be natural. It was a hidden cove that Jenny had come to for many years, though not since her husband had been killed in the war. Now the young widow returned for the first time, at last thinking she could handle the emotions of the memories the shore held. Here they had first made love, her first time too. Here between sheltering rocks they had conceived Joey. Here they had said good-bye before he was shipped off to die, a day of intense passion and racking grief at parting.

Yet Jennifer Dalton thought she could handle it. She had a smile on her face and she knew what a perfect day it was for being a naturist, an interest her spouse had introduced to her and which she joyously embraced. They could not afford an expensive camp on Army pay, but they could borrow a jeep. One day while exploring they had found this hide-away tiny bay, accessible only by an all-terrain vehicle. Where could somebody get one of those back in the forties but from the armed service? Thus jeep-ers (so to speak) were able to hide from the 'peepers' in private at this their secret beach.

No trash was ever left nor did any other evidence indicate that others had been there beside themselves. By the end of the millennium the spot was over run; but now, mid-twentieth century, it was isolated and as devoid of humans as any place had been since creation. Here they were Adam and Eve, not in a garden of innocence, but at the shore of knowledge, carnal and otherwise. He had given her an Ankh, the Egyptian cross of eternal life and promised to return. He didn't mean to break his promise, she forgave him, still she grieved for a more than a year.

Her heart finally could no longer bear the burden of his death and so she had looked to the renewal of life, hers; and his - for in her son she saw the perfect heir. Joey was the splitting image of her husband, David. Jenny could not help but bear up to the responsibility of raising a carbon copy of the man she had loved so totally. This new man, a grown boy, now just turned eighteen, had become her new purpose, the resurrection of her beloved and the being that gave life a vigor and vitality that burst from her like the dawn's rosy rays.

So she had brought Joey here. It wasn't that he hadn't ever been before; but now as an adult, it was time to become acquainted with the naturist tradition his father had shared with her, which she had come to enjoy as well. He would be taught by his mother that it was not just fun to go naked, like running around the bedroom as he had done as a child, waiting for the bath to fill at home; but that it was special to be in the open on a warm, soft, perfect day, outside and nude. Jenny could bear that responsibility to educate her son about being bare. To convey to Joey the raw truth of the matter, that we are born without clothes, that it was natural to be undressed.

Joey loved to come to their secret beach. Kid at heart he relished the rumbling ride across the rough region between road and rocky seaside. There the water was cool, but not cold, the sun heating the shallows to make the temperature of the inlet comfortable much of the time during the summer. The waves were wonderful, but the topology prevented unexpected undertows and discouraged dangerous wild life. The spot was a paradise as his parents had proved.

When he was last here, some time before his dad had died, the whole family had skinny-dipped. At the time he thought it was because they had somehow forgotten their swimsuits. Innocent back then but more knowledgeable now, today he understood from talking with his mom on the way to their special spot, that this was a philosophy of living, a way of life - at least when in private and when here, at their secret beach. Jenny had instructed him that they would leave their clothes at the Land Rover. She had bought the vehicle for practical - as well as sentimental reasons. They disrobed and followed the path down to the isolated beach.

Oh yes Joey knew this was a special moment, the first that they had been back in a long while, since his sire had died under fire. It'd also be the first he and his mom would expose themselves to each other since his pop was killed. He understood it was a rite of passage, even if the term was not consciously thought about. He comprehended that today he would become a 'naturist'; which his father had believed a birthright of every human being. Nonetheless, Joey was eager to be risqué, to prance on the stones like a monkey, devoid of civilization; to romp with his rump bare-assed and flounce his cocky dick in the salty sea air.

AND SEE HIS MOM NAKED! Jenny might think he was mature enough to distinguish nudity from sexuality, but he was a youth with hot hormones and curious about the female form, reproductively and the fun of playing with the opposite sex and of course intercourse. He would do his best to act grown-up, but the thing most grown was the pointed prow of his peter. He took every chance to steal a glance at his mother's body at home, not wanting to be too obvious about it. She was beautiful, not like a movie star with a large bust, but like a pretty college girl more his own age rather than 'old enough to be his mom'. Today he intended to get a gander at her charms without having to be so shy about looking at her body.

Jenny was, in our modern parlance, comfortable in her skin. And comfortable to be only in her skin, even in front of her son. She didn't mind him looking at her; the youngster had to learn about females sometime. Nor did she mind looking at the image of what her hubby must have appeared to be like as a teen. Joey's erection didn't bother her; it was a natural reaction to being out in the open, with the draft across his fluff covered balls and cute tush. He was only being male, after all. Jenny liked males, and she loved the memory of her husband, her lover reincarnate in their son.

It was okay with her that her breasts were smaller than the voluptuous cover-girls. David had taught her not only NOT to be self-conscious about her physical self - but to be aware that her physical attributes WERE just as attractive as any other gal. She knew that her nipples had just as many nerve endings as the big busted bathing beauties in the magazines. She had a flat tummy many women her age would give a tiara for, and it was crowned with a magnificent bush she trimmed to keep from being too tangled. Her navel was a setting for a jewel and her hips the slender girlish figure so many ladies lost with middle age.

She wore the looped cross of eternal youth, the Ankh, ancient pagan symbol of everlasting life, draped from her neck so that it hung directly over her heart, as a reminder of her connection with the male virility that made this place special in her life. It stood too, in her mind for the female fecundity that gave birth to the offspring of Jenny's and David's union, the youth with prick now proudly piking toward the blue sky. It was all natural, the way it was when humans were first coming to understand their place in nature and how the world was also changed by the forces of creation and life. Pregnant Venus figures appeared as early art and were venerated as the mother-earth goddess back then, nude statues of fertility.

Jenny felt a connection with that primitive sense of being one with the natural world when she was naked - no - nude. As she had explained to Joey on the way to the seascape of serene privacy and secluded sensuality, being nude was being natural, unclothed and innocent. Nakedness was naughty, Adam and Eve had realized they were naked after having tasted the apple. Before they were simply nude like the animals, but when lust came into the world and sin entered peoples' hearts, then divesting of modesty was associated with animal behavior - indiscriminate appetites for all things lascivious and licentious.

Joey had the hots for his mom and almost any nice looking gal for that matter, but especially for his mother because she was so lonely since his father had left. Now they were here once more at their secret beach, alone, nude - well she was, but he was naked - and he knew the difference. He was unsure how he could take away the pain, but if it was to be in a physical sense, there would be no better time than this day to do it. No wonder he had a stiffy, and his mother made no pretense of not seeing it, in fact she gazed at it longingly, as if she was looking at an old photo of his father.

"Joey", his mother broke the silence, "It's okay if you want to look at mommy's body, I don't mind. And I will observe yours too. You look so much like the photos of your father when he was your age. Handsome and masculine and with his sweet smile." Jenny sighed.

"Gosh! Mom you're so pretty, I can't help it, it8s really all right?"

"Yes, darling go ahead, look all you want, this is your chance to see that there is nothing wrong with being without clothes; that the human body is beautiful. A wonderful creation, special and unique among the animals on earth, because we alone know we have the choice to be covered or not. It is our brains, not our bodies that lift us above the beasts."

"And it's okay with you that I have a hard-on?"

"An erection, yes, that is a perfectly natural phenomenon, for young males to sport their potency. But let's go for a swim. That will cool us down and shrink that nice looking lance." But somewhere in the back of her mind, she sort of wanted his manhood to continue being displayed in rigid arousal. But she did not want Joey to feel at all embarrassed about his butt being buck-naked, nor cocky of his endowment, nearly as large as his father's had been, and with his final growth spurt still before him.

She tried to put aside her thinking about his member - arousal, cock, rigid, spurt; goodness she thought to herself, that was getting far too sexual. But then she realized that she was only human too, and had buried her sexual needs since the crushing news of David's demise. Even if it was her own son, a naked - no, nude - male, handsome and well hung, had to have an effect on her, naturally!

Joey took her hand, interrupting her musings and pulled her to the water. The sea was a perfect contrast to the heat of the late afternoon sun as they bathed and splashed and played, skipping stones and dipping into the deeper part where a pool beside a low flat rock made for a natural spot to plunge into the wetness. Even in the ocean, Joey's flagpole did not become entirely flaccid. Contrarily, her nipples hardened and pouted with the dripping of the chilled water off them.

Eventually, they had their fill of aquatic amusement and stepped ashore to dry off. Joey took his towel and with a gallant air began drying her back, starting with Jenny's shoulders and moving down her back to her backside where he brazenly patted her buns. She smiled at his little examination of her posterior. Mother turned to son and as his eyes zeroed in on her aureoles, she used the towel she had been drying her hair with and flipped it completely over his head, effectively blinding his sight of her charms, and tousled his hair to get the excess dampness out.

Joey giggled at the sensation like he had as a tike, and pushed the terrycloth in his hands forward to try to sponge the droplets from her front. This was poorly managed as he was sightless, his head being covered, yet with the fumbling he still managed to mash her chest with his palms, the fabric the only barrier between her bosom and his fingers. They firmed again with his bungled bumping. She slipped the towel from his head to his torso to protect against his clumsy attempt to cop a feel of her tits.

As she stroked the cloth downwards she encountered his cock and dangling nuts, her light brush renewed the boner to what seemed like its natural position when exposed. Jenny smiled at the sneaky touching both had delighted at. But now as evening began to approach, with the sun low, the wind picked up and the evaporation made their skin tighten with goose-bumps. "Let's watch the sunset from our blanket before we have to go," She suggested to her son.

They walked hand in hand to the sheltering cliff where sand had collected to make a smooth pliant flat section. The higher rocks acted as windbreaks, but their view of the horizon was open and the sky was beginning to take on a ruddy hue. They settled side by side, silent for a moment. Jenny remembered this very spot. She had gained a spouse, lost her virginity, conceived a baby, lost her husband exactly there; where now she and that son, the perfect heir of his father's physique, sat. She lay back as the memories and emotions washed over her in waves of love and lust. The surge of feelings were like being drowned in the pain of loss and the sight of her boy next to her was like the air her heart was gasping for.

Joey stretched out next to his mom, quiet, understanding that her mood was reflecting the many associations she had for their location. Jenny realized that her son was looking at her with concern. "Don't worry Honey,' she reassured, "I'm okay. Do you want to know a secret?" Joey naturally did. "This is where your daddy and I made you, we started the baby that became you, right here on this very site, I remember those rocks looking down on us as we made love and made you!"

"Gosh! Mom! You guys screwed right here?" It was not quite the direction Jenny meant the conversation to go but she affirmed the fact, nodding her head. "How many times did you do it?" Joey was wide eyed and eager to hear as much as his mother would share.

"It only took . . . well, it just takes once to become pregnant, but I think we made three efforts that day, once in the morning and just before our afternoon nap, but I'm sure that the third time - right at sunset - was when I got pregnant with you."

"No, I mean how many times did you and Pop have sex here at our secret beach all those years."

"Oh! Heavens - it was every time, usually twice a visit, at least. I think we came any time he had liberty and the sun was shining. That had to be almost twice a month in the summers, for let's see . . . SAY! Why do you want to know that?"

"Gee mom! I think that fucking outside must be really cool, I mean hot - you know - very exciting."

"Yes it certainly is, and your father was excellent at it. But don't say that four-letter word when what we were doing was making love and a baby. You wouldn't say, 'My mother fucks a lot.' would you?"

"Well, I couldn't right now because you don't have a boyfriend, nor married, but you and daddy did do it right here, dozens of times?"

Jenny laughed, and pulled he son close to whisper in his ear, "Yes and mommy liked it every time, but that is just between the two of us. We want to keep that in the family. She suddenly realized that her hug had brought them together so that her breasts pressed against his chest and his peter poked her tummy. The twist of the conversation from baby making to love making to her admission of liking sex had begun to turn her on. Joey was her son, but a male as well, and the setting was rousing old feelings with this perfect copy of her only lover.

Jenny slowly rolled back away so as not to appear to be negatively reacting to their touch. Actually the opposite was true; she had started to dampen between her thighs. A natural thing, considering everything that this emotion laden place stirred up, she reassured herself. But Joey had other ideas about continuing the bodily contact. He turned toward her, so he wound up half lying on Jenny, one leg over hers, his respectable root on her thigh where she could detect a hint of pre-cum which dampen her bare skin. Why shouldn't he be like his father in that respect, she thought to herself, for that matter as horny outdoors just like both his parents, truth be told?

It came to her she was horny now too. The seaside paradise, the hidden haven of a little heaven on earth beside the sea was ideal for temptation. That is why so much had happened here. She felt safe and protected, private, and secure enough to give herself freely to nudity, to her husband, to losing her maidenhead, to making - no, she'd use Joey's vernacular - to fucking. Only they knew what went on, what came off, what went in and how many times they came. And what came out of it all was this perfect copy of the man she loved.

Jenny was lost in a moment of memory and clutched her son to her as she had her husband that last day of passion, before the shock of grief. Spouse and son were for an instant one and the same, she kissed him and called, "David . . ." Joey, confused but game for a sexy kiss, even - no, especially from his mom, bussed her back with enthusiasm. His warm lips made Jenny's mouth naturally open up to a French kiss, and for long moments their lingual digits danced the duet of lovers. A splash of spray from a strong wave bursting on a nearby boulder brought her back to the present. She lifted her brow in surprise at what they had just done and she put her hand up to cover her mouth in shock.

Jenny gasped, but Joey knew that she was not upset. They both laughed, the tension broke. "For a minute there, I thought I was back in your father's arms and making love to him!" The mother smiled to make light of her inappropriate action.

"That's okay mom, I know I look a lot like dad. I know you loved him a whole lot, and I'm glad you love me too. It was fun and I didn't mind. After all, this is our 'secret beach' and no one knows what goes on here, it stays in the family, just between us. And just between us, I wish we could do it again." That made Jenny's eyes go wide, but she didn't move and they remained in the clench. "And just between us," Joey now was the one leaning close and speaking in a breathy soft voice, "I wish I could do what daddy did." With a not too subtle hint he pushed his stiff dick higher on her leg and gently cupped a nipple with his palm.

Jenny thought about the youth's proposal, but she knew that would not be what should normally happen with mothers and sons. Still her pussy was damp with erotic fluids, as dirty thoughts flowed in on a tide of lust. "No Joey, you can't take daddy's place, Sweetheart."

"Not in your heart, but I could in your body!" Joey maneuvered himself higher on her prone form. "Weren't you and dad planning on another baby when he got back from the war? Don't you want another baby?"

"Joey! We couldn't, it would be right, what if someone found out?"

"Who's going to find out - since we are here, no one will know!"

Jenny threw her head back and laughed at her child's lack of logic. "Babe! If I have another baby, everyone will know I got knocked-up, and since - as you pointed out - I have no boyfriend or hubby they will wonder who the father is. When he comes out looking like a carbon-copy of you and your dad, they could pretty well guess who the father is then. That would be a scandal that would haunt us all our lives!"




Perfect Air & Perfect Heir



"If we move, you could say dad did it before he went off overseas."

"It is the right time of the month for me to conceive, but darling, making a baby doesn't happen every time people - fuck. Besides, I don't think that I should be the person to take your virginity either." She interrupted their conversation that had concentrated their attention on each other. "Oh! Look at the beautiful sunset!' The sky was a brilliant glowing cacophony of color, orange mixed with red that blended into purples, the blue dome framed the varied hues and puffy white clouds overhead contrasted the tints with their highlighted linings glowing gloriously.

The moment made it a special juncture of mothering love and romantic lust. Jenny found her lips seeking Joey's to celebrate the spectacle. Joey instinctively responded by now kissing his mother back in a seductive way as he crept over her to spread his legs on each side of hers. His weeping penis pushed its clear ooze into her open navel. Their arms entwined as the glory of that place and the memory of their dearly departed raised the specter of incest. Jenny's brain was becoming fogged with the chemistry of sexual arousal.

He's only doing what comes naturally, it echoed in her head. He is a naturist now, after today, just like his father. Just like his Father made me a naturist. Just like his father made me. Just like his father and I made him here. Just like I lost my virginity here. Wouldn't he be just like his mother to lose his virginity here at this sacred site? He was heir to the perfect spot to do things in privacy, in secret. Who would know if I taught him about sex? Let him take his daddy's place inside my body, they are both inside my heart, I love them both so much.

Joey could feel the loosening of his mom's thighs; the kisses were now tongue tussles and sweet smooches all over each other's face. He brought his feet together, a wedge to part the limbs that guarded the canal of love. Still he did not force things, but let the natural course of events unfold. He knew that soon he and his mother would be fucking. He broke from the lip lock and whispered, "Do you want to know a secret?" Jenny nodded affirmatively. "Mommy, we are naked, naughty naked like Adam and Eve after they tasted the apple!"

Jenny realized he was right. They had gone from nudity to nakedness, and with that transition from natural love to unnatural lust, from the blessing of togetherness to the sin of incestuous sexual union. But she didn't care anymore, David was coming home. She now spread her legs wide to welcome him, to give her man a natural spot to plunge into the wetness of her womanhood. The shores of carnal knowledge were awash with the waves of desire that flooded them, Jenny and Joey both.

Jenny was mother-earth taking in the seed to produce the fruit of her loins. The fruit of his father's loins was plowing at the gates of heaven. She stopped thinking then and just allowed the exciting sensations to cascade over her. Joey moved down so that his mouth could suckle on his mom's nipples. The youngster's hips humped his hard-on through her pubic hair in a search for his place of origin. This prompted Jenny to raise her knees to guide her son home as her back arched to angle her dripping cove for his harpoon to thrust in.

The plum colored head of Joey's spear, a match for the fading sunset, pushed through the portals of his mom's secret petals, the bay of birth was private no longer, as the perfect heir pierced where only before his pater had explored. It sank into the warm liquid depths, stone solid prick of pride in putting it to his beautiful mother. He withdrew the shaft and thrust again, it felt so good; again, again. The rhythm of the rucking couple repeated and echoed off the rocks. The slapping of flesh a clapping unheard other than by gulls overhead. The birds' cries were nothing to the cries of ecstasy issued from Jenny as Joey fucked her.

The splashes of sea-spray cooled the steaming pair as her climaxes rose and fell and peaked and rolled over her entire being. Then she sensed the urgent tattoo of Joey's taboo taking of her, his impending orgasm now on automatic. She felt the hot seed of his semen squirt deep inside her womb, the delicious throbbing of his male member within her; no memory of love lost, but now the proof of lust discovered as a force of nature.

In a profound rush, her brain began to function once more. Yes! Sex was an irresistible force of nature. The monkeying around that naked apes did was only natural. Didn't she read about incest among the Bonobos, the pigmy chimps, in an issue of National Geographic? And the natives in hot climates were always almost naked. Did they have any incest in their culture? Of course the magazine would never mention anything like that, any more than it showed them fucking - no making love, and they were nude, not naked. They must have morals too, like any human culture.

But what had happened here at their secret beach might be immoral, but it was immortality too. The perfect heir taking his father's legacy and carrying it to the next generation, Jenny knew that she would get with child from this intercourse. Yes they could move north to a different community, closer to their special cove. And here, thought Jenny, as Joey's penis slipped from her vagina, on this perfect day, when the air was perfect, and her body was ripe, they had made another perfect heir. In the sky the sun had set, but on mother-earth the son was just rising again, naturally!



Perfect Angel



I see her here every Sunday, sitting down wearing her tight jeans, her form fitting blouse cut just below the neck showing her perfect 19 year old body, her eyes never leaving the preacher. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts during the sermon, but the way her full lips press together and her chest heaves with every breath makes it hard to focus on what's going on behind the pulpit. It's everything an 18 year old boy could dream of.

Her name is Kate. Not a very seductive name I know, but it's the only name on my mind between 10 and 12 am every Sunday. I've never been the best Christian, but when I'm here I do my best. It's just when she twirls her fingers through her long brown hair I can't help but go crazy. I've thought about making my move, letting her know how I feel, I just know I'm not her type. I mean, how often do you see the good little church girl walking around with an average Joe like me? I'm tall, fit, have great teeth, but other than that I'm nothing special. 

I've been staring at her for months now, dreaming about her when I got home. I've been using thoughts of her snapping that gum with her hair done up as my private fantasy. Thinking about her snapping her lips around my cock has gotten me through many lonely nights. One of these days I should thank her for all she's unwittingly done for me just by sitting there the way she does, but not for a while. 

I've done so well at sneaking my peeks at her while she was unaware, until today. As the preacher droned on I found myself starring at her perfect chest. My eyes moving in sync as her breasts lifted and fell with every breath. All of a sudden they stopped moving, my eyes lifting to meet hers. I must have looked like a total fool, staring at her like a deer in the headlights, my jaw must have been hanging inches from the floor.

I expected a disgusted look, some form of anger, any reaction other than the one she gave me. She just smiled and continued twirling her hair in her finger, a small smile on her face as she turned back to the preacher. I felt my breath leave my chest for what seemed like the first time in years. I've been with women before, why does she have this effect on me? Did she see what I was looking at? Is she laughing because she caught me... or... could she have liked it? A multitude of questions running through my mind, but one thing was for sure, I wasn't taking my eyes off the preacher until he was done. No way I was getting caught like that twice.

After the sermon I must have been going 50 miles an hour to my car trying to get away and avoid any possible encounter with her. Somehow when I got out of the building she was standing right by my little Chevy Nova waiting for me. As I neared she had that same smile on her face as before. 

"So Johnny, what did you think of the sermon?" she asked me, "You were listening weren't you? Or were you preoccupied?" Her smile was taunting me.

"I uh... it was good," I say not sure what she's trying to get out of me.

"How did I look?" her hands moving to her breasts, pushing them up a little, "don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."

At this point I have no idea how to respond. This perfect little church girl has just taken my world and turned it on it's head. "They uh... you look amazing." My eyes unconsciously move to her chest as she presses them together in front of me.

"I've seen you looking at me, you kind of make it obvious. Next time you should try to limit yourself to a few seconds. When you stare for minutes on end even the preacher notices." 

Her smile isn't malicious, it's almost charming, I think to myself. I smile back, a little more confident as I see her leaning on the side of my car. "What if I was staring, you definitely have more to look at than the preacher."

"I'd hope so, he's close to 60. So, are you a hands on kind of guy? Or eyes only?" 

I've never seen an angel look so devilish as I did at that moment. I knew at that moment my private fantasies had just gotten many times hotter. "I'm pretty good with my hands," taking a step closer, "did you have something in mind?"

Snapping her gum, Kate walks over placing her hand between my legs as she smiles up into my eyes, "I think we should head back inside, there's something I've always wanted to do." I hadn't realized I was hard until I was in her hand, the way her eyes lit up betrayed her pleasure when she found me excited.

The look in her eyes tells me she's up to no good, but I follow her anyways. Her perfect ass swaying back and forth in those tight jeans as we head back into the sanctuary. I look around as I see a few stragglers talking and enjoying their time after the service is over. Kate leads me to the back row, sitting me down right in the middle of the pew. Looking at her I move to ask her what's going on when she places a hand on my finger and gives me that devilish smile.

Slowly she sinks to her knees, below eye level to anyone in front of us. Her hands expertly undoing my zipper as I feel her swiftly pull my pants down to my ankles. My breathing quickens as I find myself looking over at the people still walking around, then back down to her. Her hands massaging my cock through my boxers as she looks up at me. Her blue eyes shining as she works her hands up and down my length.

"I was hoping you were big," Kate states simply, dragging her fingers down my 8" of length, "I'm glad you didn't let me down."

"I aim to please," the last word barely escaping my lips before she pulls my length out of my boxers and wraps her hand around me at the base. 

Her hand slowly moves up and down my length, her fingers wrapping around the head, then working their way back down to the base. "You like it when your dirty little church girl strokes your cock?" 

I only nod as I try to choke down moans, my eyes quickly scanning an ever emptying sanctuary as the girl of my dreams works my cock. 

"Mmm good, I'd hate to disappoint," with that her hand moves from the head of my cock to the base, her lips following directly behind. The way her lips quickly take my length are almost too much as I feel my cock swelling between her lips. 

My hands instinctively move to the back of her head as she works up and down my shaft. Pulling her mouth up for a second, wrapping her tongue around the head of my shaft as she looks up at me with a smile. When her eyes lock on mine with my cock in her mouth I feel myself let out a low moan, quickly looking up to be sure no one heard. 

"Quiet up there," she whispers, "I'd hate to not have a chance to finish you." As she lets out a low giggle she takes my entire length in her mouth again. Her off hand slowly moves between my legs, grabbing my balls. Her other hand working up and down my shaft, faster as she twists her wrist up and down my shaft. I can hear her moaning as she gets into it, my cock throbbing with every twist of her wrist. I feel my orgasm building as I lean back closing my eyes. Just as I get ready to let go I feel her hand grip me around the base, stopping me in my tracks. 

"Not yet, you cum when I say you cum," I hold back my protest as I watch the last of the patrons walk out the front door, "It's my turn."

Knowingly I move down as she sits on the edge of the pew, unzipping as she slowly works those tight jeans down her legs. The black g-string holding tightly to her hips as she smiles down at me. Understanding completely I lean forward kissing her stomach. My lips trailing down between her legs, my hands grabbing her inner thighs, working up inch by inch to the sides of her clit.

"Oh God," she moans.

"I guess if He's gonna hear you, this is the place," I say pulling her panties down over her thighs. I immediately kiss the front of her clit, my fingers rubbing small circles up her thighs. My mouth working against her clit, flicking my tongue side to side as she grinds against my mouth. I let one hand move to her ass pulling her against my face, my other hand moving between her legs, slowly pushing a finger inside of her tight pussy. 

As I work her I feel two hands grab the back of my head, pulling me against her. Her breathing starts getting faster as her hips work up and down against my mouth. Fingerfucking her as I relentlessly work her clit, her moans only driving me harder. Pushing a 2nd finger inside of her as I work her clit I feel her hold her breath, shuddering against my mouth. Letting out a silent scream as she straightens and comes to rest in front of me. My finger still working in and out of her slowly, looking up at her with my own sly smile. 

"That was incredible," she says wide eyed, her chest heaving as she tries to regain her composure. "It's time to make you cum," she leans down pulling my face up as she kisses me deeply. Looking around we see that for the moment the room is empty. Slowly moving to her knees she turns around putting her hands on the back of the pew, "fuck me."

Before those words I had a million questions, what if someone walks in? what if someone hears? What would your parents think? As the words "fuck me" came out of her sexy little mouth I found myself already standing behind her pressing the head of my cock against her tight wet pussy.

Running the head of my cock up and down behind her, getting wet, her hips grinding back against me as my hands grab her hips. Her perfect ass moving up and down as I feel the head of my cock slide inside of her. 

"I've wanted this for so long," I moan.

"Shut up and take it," she order turning back towards me, grabbing my shirt and pulling me forward, my cock in its entirety sliding inside of her. 

My hips immediately start working into her, pulling back, then slowly driving in. My tempo picking up as I let my hips drive into her, working deeper with every thrust. I pull her back into me with every thrust, watching her ass meet my hips as I drive into her. 

"That's it baby," she moans breathlessly, "fuck me."

Those words again. I grab her hips and begin driving hard inside of her. Her knuckles turning white as she grabs the back of the pew. Her hips coming back to meet me with every thrust. Her moaning starts getting louder, unable to help myself I let my hand slide around her hips and move over her clit. My fingers moving over her as I fuck her, her hips still driving back into me. 

"Ooooooh shit!" She shrieks as she tightens around my cock. The realization that she came around my cock sends me over the edge. Grabbing her hair as I pull her back into me, my hips slapping against her, no longer caring if anyone hears.

"Kate, I'm going to cum!" I call out, her moans tell me she doesn't care where we are anymore either. 

She looks back at me pulling her hips off of me as she gets down on her knees underneath me. Opening her mouth as she grabs my shaft, sucking me into her throat in one swift motion. Pulling her mouth back she uses both hands to stroke my shaft over her open mouth. Her tongue out as she works me hard from base to head. I lean back staring down at her sexy face as I feel my cock throb one final time before thick ropes of cum jet out into her mouth. The 2nd shot firing over her cheek. Then, without missing a step, she takes my cock into her mouth as I unleash the rest of my load straight into her throat. My hands holding her head there as I finish. 

Pulling her lips off she smiles up at me as she drags her finger across her cheek gathering the loose strand of cum. Licking her finger clean as her eyes lock onto mine.

All of a sudden my fantasy comes to a screeching halt as we hear one of the deacons come out from a back room.

"What the Hell are you kids doing?!" 

Pulling up our pants as we race out the front door. It was a dream come true, hopefully Kate isn't done with me yet...



Perfect Arousal Control



She hung there in front of the fireplace, the silken ropes lifting her up to the balls of her feet. She was pulled taut but not tight. Her naked body glistened from the heat of the fire to be sure, but more so from the arousal. Her head bowed with her concentration and her body trembled as if an unseen hand stroked her libido. He had brought her here possibly an hour before, if not more.

He had her strip for him as he sat in the high-backed chair. He'd instructed her every move, every turn, as she removed her clothing, each piece coming off of her erotically. He had drunk in the sight of her, enjoying her embarrassment, loving her obedience, reveling in his control of the being he had created.

He had tied her himself, stretched her so that every part of her was accessible to his hands, his eyes, his will. He had fingered her clit to within a breath of her release. He was so proud that all she showed of disappointment was a slight whimper, barely discernible. 

He masterfully kept her at that edge of arousal with well placed touches and kisses, his hand slipping between her legs when it showed the slightest bit of waning. He kept this up for a full 30 minutes until he knew he was about to be overwhelmed himself and simply take her to relieve his erection that strained so tightly in his trousers. He knew he could but he chose not to. He had planned this evening and nothing was going to ruin that enjoyment.

Before leaving, he slipped in a remote control egg inside her pussy. It was on the smaller side and she would have to clench it to keep it inside. He grinned evilly at her as he adjusted the control to let her know exactly what he had inserted. He turned it up high and watched her struggle to hold it inside as it drove her higher. He stepped close, tweaked a nipple and brought his mouth oh so close to her ear.

"Do not cum", was all he whispered. 

Then he stepped back, adjusted the speed of the egg within to a much lower level, turned away from her walking through the door and shut it quietly behind him.

He had finally come back. She almost cried when she noted his presence once again in the room. 

But she gathered herself and whispered, "I did it Master, I did it. I obeyed. I kept myself from cumming, Master." The rest was lost in almost mindless babbling. 

He strode over to her and lifted her face to his. His smile touching his eyes, he lightly kissed first one eye then the other, then her lips. His hand went between her legs and deftly removed the egg between. He noted with great pleasure that the worked muscles were tighter than he had ever experienced with her before. He knew she would be sore tomorrow, but not before he had given both of them the most pleasure he could wring from their bodies.

He walked over to the fireplace and untied the ropes from the cleat in the wall, but he kept the tension high as he walked back to her. Keeping the rope at her back, he came around front and gathered her in his arms kissing and nipping at her neck, her lips, her shoulder, her ears. 

That's when he simply said, "Cum."

Without thought, she threw her head back and began a low guttural moan deep in her chest. Her body began to writhe and shake with the power of it. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her lips parted to let the sound escape. He held her tightly releasing the rope, holding her upright as the orgasm passed through her.

He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her there gently allowing her to catch her breath. He slowly removed his clothing watching her watch him. Seeing her lick her lips as he bared his chest, her eyes going wide as he finally freed his erection as he stepped from his trousers. 

He came close to the bed and looked at her body ready for him as he stroked himself. He watched her eyes grow with lust as she stared at him touching himself, watched her breath catch and pulse in her neck quicken as her arousal claimed her once more.

He climbed on the bed between her legs kneeling there at her cleft. He kneeled there bringing her bottom up on top of his legs spreading her open. He took his erection in his hand and guided it to her opening resting the crown there. Leaning forward he began to press inside luxuriating in the tightness of her pussy walls as he entered. The only time he'd ever had her so tight was the very first time, she had come to him a virgin. 

There was none of the shyness in her tonight though. She raised her hands above her head laying one wrist on the other in the position he favored signaling her complete surrender. She arched her back as he penetrated deeper inside until he was well seated within. Her pussy, not reaching release, was contracting around his cock nonetheless. Without needing to be told, she began to move on him, allowing her lust and arousal to drive her body as she pleasured her master.

He watched her as she became overwhelmed by what she was doing. He watched her pussy slide up and down his cock, her inner labia as it hugged his shaft when she pulled her body back. He watched how her breasts jiggled as she rocked on him. 

He bent down and grabbed one of those nipples, pinching and pulling it hard. He had to stifle a grown himself as the added pleasure caused her pussy walls to squeeze him even tighter. Her hips moved faster on him and she began to moan lowly. 

His hands fondled her body, finding all those places that she loved to be touched. He came close to her clit but refused to touch it directly. He knew that she wouldn't be able to withhold her release if he did that. Then he heard it.

Her voiced began to pitch higher and higher; her pussy began to spasm harder, her hips moved more firmly on him. The dam was about to burst and there wasn't anything to be done about it. But, he also didn't want to.

He growled in reply. Moving his fisted hands onto either side of her torso, he began to drive into her himself. Her eyes sought his as they always did trying to gauge his response even though she knew it was helpless to halt hers. 

He spoke to her through clenched teeth, "That's it, pet, just let yourself go, go higher." 

He felt the beginning of her orgasm. His body responded by driving into her harder repeating the word "higher" every so often but not allowing her release. He finally lay along her body and drove into her with wild abandon. 

When he knew he could hold back no longer, he croaked out through his clenched teeth, "Cum" and her body automatically did pulling him with her. 

Both of them lost to the sensation, their bodies answered only to the rhythm as they drove themselves as close as they could possibly come. Her pussy, pulling his cock; his cock, driving hard into her pulling pussy, the need erasing all reason, the need the only thing between them at that moment.

Finally he arched his back driving as deep as was possible releasing the last of his seed. He looked down for a moment to see her eyes closed, her breathing halted, and her body limp. 

Remaining firmly planted with her, he gathered her in his arms and rolled both of them onto their side, cradling her in his arms, stroking her collar, bringing her back to her senses as he had trained her. 

He felt her body stiffen slightly as her head pulled back a bit and she gasped deeply, her body restarting the orgasm all over again and she struggled to draw air into her lungs. But finally she calmed and snuggled deeply into his chest repeating the phrase he had taught her, the phrase that he loved.

"I am Yours, Master." Repeating that was not akin to her heart beating. She couldn't have stopped it if she tried.

There would be more of this scene repeated throughout the night, but for now they were both sated, both content to be in each other's arms. Smiling sleepily, he kissed her lips gently and snuggled her head against his chest. Then as sleep began to claim him, he gently stroked her hair.



Perfect Assistant



Frank was getting ready for his annual 3 day trade show in Chicago. Usually he had his salesman, Brian, go with him but this year he is down with a bad cold. Frank decided he would ask Amanda, his executive assistant to go with him and help him out.

Amanda came to work for him about 2 years ago, soon after she got married when they realized they would need 2 incomes to make ends meet, She has silky long dark brown hair that she would let hang loose, and she looked so beautiful when her hair swirled around her turned up nose and pouty mouth. Frank had come on to her a couple times but he got nowhere. She let everyone in the office know she was a happily married woman.

She had a picture of her husband on her desk and he looked like a nerd. Frank thought if he could just get to fuck her hot pussy he could show her a much better time than her wimpy husband.

"Amanda, I need you to do the trade show with me in Chicago. You know our products as well as Brian does, and you would add a little glamour to our sales booth." 

He could see a slight blush. "Now Frank, you know I'm a married woman and it would not be proper to spend 3 days out of town with you."

"But I need you Amanda. Brian is too sick and I can't do it alone."

"I don't trust you Frank. You have tried to get fresh with me several times."

"This would be strictly business."

"If I went with you, there are a few things I would insist on."

"What are they?"

"First we would have separate rooms on different floors."

"No problem."

"And no socializing. We could have dinner together to discuss the day's events, but after that we would each go back to our separate rooms."

"I agree."

"Also, no sexy stuff during the day; no touching or flirting with me."

"Scouts honor."

"OK I'll go with you but only because Brian is sick." Frank turned his back before she could see his satisfied smile.

On the plane to Chicago Frank was the perfect gentleman. He found out a little more about her but mainly they talked business. A little while later the stewardess came bye asking them if either one wanted a blanket. Amanda said no we don't. That little bitch still doesn't trust me, Frank thought.

When they arrived at the hotel, Frank went directly to the hotel check in clerk while Amanda waited for the cab driver to unload the luggage. Frank offered the clerk a hundred dollars to go along with his little scheme. Frank then paid off the taxi driver and they went to the check in counter.

"We have reservations for 2 rooms; I'm Frank Hawkins and the other room is for Amanda Collins.

"I'm sorry sir; there has been a slight mix up. We have both of you booked in the same room and the hotel is full because of the trade show. To compensate we have given you a one bedroom suite at the same price, and again I apologize for the mix up."

"I'm not staying in the same room with you Frank."

"It's OK Amanda, I'll sleep on the sofa and you can have the bedroom to yourself." That seemed to put her a little more at ease.

They unpacked and had dinner, with a bottle of wine, in the hotel restaurant. After that they went to the hotel bar and had a couple drinks and discussed their marketing plan.

"It's getting late Frank; I think it's time we left."

"Let's have another drink first."

"No Frank; I know what you are trying to do. You're trying to get me drunk so that you can have sex with me. Well, that's not going to happen."

Frank didn't think he had been that obvious. They went back to the room and got ready for bed. She changed in the bedroom into her nightie and Frank stripped down to his boxer shorts in the living area. She had the bedroom door closed.

"Amanda, I'm coming in, I have to use the bathroom." She was sitting at the vanity brushing her hair. "You are so beautiful Amanda; how about a little goodnight kiss?"

"If I kiss you, will you go away and leave me alone?"

"Yes Amanda."

She stood up intending to give him a quick kiss. Frank grabbed her by the waist pulling her body tight against him. He knew she could feel his hard-on. He kissed her hard forcing his tongue in her mouth. She squirmed against him trying to break free. All that accomplished was his cock was now sticking out of his boxer shorts and probing her nightie, looking for her pussy. He held her close massaging her ass.

"Frank, you sex maniac, let go of me and get out of my room."

He continued to kiss her and brought one hand around to massage her breast. He could feel her hard nipple pushing into his hand.

"Frank, I'm warning you, stop touching me or I'll call hotel security.

Now he brought his hand down to massage her pussy. The nightie over her pussy was a little wet from his precum, but there was more moisture than just that. Her pussy was also adding to the moisture. He was able to get maybe an inch of his finger into her pussy through her nightie and started finger fucking her.

"Frank let go of me, I mean it."

He gently pushed her back against the bed, and when she fell backwards, her short nightie slid up higher allowing Frank to get his cock underneath it. He pushed it up to her pussy but he didn't try and penetrate her. He teased her by rubbing his cock head against her pussy lips.

"Frank, quit that, get off me."

Her pussy was very wet and he slid into her easily. She might be saying no but her body was saying yes.

Frank fucked her slowly but deeply, letting her relax and get used to his cock. Her pussy was very wet and she started pushing back every time he pushed in. He didn't think she was even aware of it but she started thrusting against him faster and faster as her orgasm built. She groaned and dug her fingernails into his back as her orgasm hit. Once her breathing returned to normal she said, "You raped me, you bastard; now get out of my room."

The next morning over breakfast Frank was all apologetic. "I'm so sorry about last night. I was just overcome with your beauty and I couldn't help myself. It will never happen again, I promise. Please forgive me."

Amanda thought, he does sound sincere, so she said, "I forgive you, just make sure it never happens again."

They had a good day at the trade show. Amanda enjoyed talking to prospective customers and showing off her product knowledge. Frank could feel the morning tension drain away and she even laughed at his jokes. Over dinner that night he complemented her more. "I have been doing these trade shows for 4 years and this is the best sales day we have ever had. I owe it all to you Amanda, you were a wonderful help with your grace and charm."

Amanda liked what she was hearing but she still didn't trust Frank. Back in their room Amanda said she was tired so she was going to bed early. She went into the bedroom, locking the door and changed into her nightie.

Shortly afterwards Frank said, "Amanda, Masterpiece Theatre comes on TV in a few minutes. You were telling me on the plane that it's your favorite show. Come and watch it with me."

Amanda came out after putting a robe over her nightie. "OK but no funny stuff." She sat beside Frank on the sofa. A few minutes later Frank put his arm around her shoulders and when she didn't object he started kissing the side of her face and flicking his tongue in her ear. Then he started giving her neck little love bites.

"Frank, quit it; I'm trying to watch TV." He waited a couple minutes and then slid his hand from her shoulder, under her robe to massage her breast and pinch her nipple a little bit. He could feel her nipple instantly get hard. She even seemed to be pushing her breast into his hand a little bit.

"Frank, leave me alone." His hand left her breasts and slowly made its way down to her nightie covered pussy and massaged her. He could tell her legs opened just a little bit making it easier for him to slip his hand under her nightie and finger her bare pussy.

"Stop it right now or I'm going to tell my husband what you are trying to do and he will be very upset with you." Frank used first one finger, and then two to finger fuck her. She might be saying stop it but her hips were jerking against his hand and her pussy was very wet.

"If you don't stop..." Frank cut her off with a kiss and gently pushed her back on the sofa. Again he slid easily into her. She was so wet that it seamed like she had already had an orgasm. This time he did it fast and hard and she was moaning a little. He would pull out completely and tickle her clit with the head of his cock and then ram it back in hard. She was twisting and bucking and squeezing his cock each time he withdrew. He thought that after blowing his load in her last night he could last a little longer tonight but this was an incredible fuck and he came deep in her pussy much sooner than he wanted.

"Get off me you pervert. Now that you have satisfied your disgusting lust on my innocent body, I'm going to bed."

The next morning she didn't meet him for breakfast and was cool toward him all morning. By the afternoon she was warming up to him, having Frank join a discussion she was having with a customer or even asking his opinion on occasion. The trade show closed at 6pm and they had dinner with champagne to celebrate. This was the most sales Frank had ever made at a trade show.

"Amanda, you were fantastic. How you could be sexy, friendly and still make the sale, I don't know but you did it. I thought I was a good salesman but you beat me easily. Maybe the guys were hoping that if they gave you a big order they could get a date with you. I loved that dress you wore that showed a lot of your legs. I was there to answer any questions but customers ignored me to wait for you. You made this the best trade show ever. Thank you Amanda."

She blushed a little but Frank could see that she was pleased with his complements and agreed to celebrate with him. After dinner they went to a dance club and Frank enjoyed dancing with her and holding her close. When she said it's time to leave, Frank made no objections. Back in their room Amanda said, "If you want to use the bathroom, do it now because I'm locking the door and going to bed."

Frank undressed down to his boxer shorts, and was going to watch TV for a little while, when he realized that he had not heard the lock on the bedroom door. He got up, tried the door and it opened, so he walked in.

"Frank, how did you get in here? Never mind, just leave now."

"The door was unlocked and I'm tired of sleeping on the sofa. I want to sleep with you," Frank said as he slipped under the covers of her bed 

"No you're not, just go away." 

"But I ache for your hot juicy pussy."

"Ache all you want but I'm going to sleep and don't you dare touch me," she said turning her back to Frank. He had a raging hard on and there was no way he could get into her pussy from this angle so he put saliva on his cock and humped her between her thighs. Hunching down a little more he was able to brush her pussy with his cock even though he had no chance of getting it in her, but he could feel her ass push back a little toward him.

"Leave me alone you sex maniac, I told you I'm going to sleep." Frank held her close, massaging her breasts with one hand and humping her with his cock even though he had no chance of getting it in her. He was able to brush her pussy lips with his cock and he could feel her getting wet and little involuntary push backs with her bum against him.

"My husband is going to be so mad when I tell him what you are doing." This was getting frustrating for Frank. He could feel her pussy rubbing against his cock but he couldn't get it in, so grabbing her by the shoulder he forced her to roll over on her back. She tried to resist him but he was to strong for her. Now he had access to her pussy so he got on top of her and teased her a little by only putting an inch or two in her pussy. She lifted her hips and grabbing his ass she forced him deep in her pussy. 

"Get your cock out of me you bastard. I hate you." It was like as long as she was forced to fuck him, she enjoyed it immensely because her husband or anyone else couldn't call her a slut because she did everything she could to stop him fucking her. Now he did several quick thrusts and then pushed in deep and held it there. He could hear her moan and feel her pussy squeeze his cock. He did this several times feeling her orgasm build and then she dug her nails in his ass and humping up against him she had her orgasm.

"I hope you're satisfied because I'm going to sleep."

The next morning she did not appear to be mad at him. She even smiled a couple times as they packed their clothes and headed for the airport. On the plane Frank said, "I had a wonderful time and you are a great salesperson. Our next trade show is in Vegas 4 months from now, and I want you to go with me."

"Why, so you can just fuck me again?"

"That's the most important reason, but I also like your company."

"OK, I'll go with you," she said with a giggle.



Perfect Big Tits



A whole year had passed since I had last seen Megan but that last night seemed to last forever. I remember that day very clearly, it was the day before going back home to my parent's house. I was twenty-one and my sister Megan had just turned eighteen. 

After a four hour drive, I finally made it to my parent's driveway. Megan was sitting on the porch wearing micro jeans shorts and a white tube top. She looked so grown up and incredibly sexy. She ran to me and gave me a very tight hug. She felt so good in my arms and I had missed her so much.

Our parents were out of State and were not to be back before the end of the weekend. Megan and I had the home all alone. We went up the stairs and to her room. She had made the sofa bed in her room saying how the two of us would be sharing the room that summer.

She said, " Dad turned your room into an office, sorry bro!"

"I don't mind sharing with you Megan, " I said. " I miss you."

And she came into my arms and we hugged for a good five minutes.

" So it's been so much fun picking those outfits online with you," she said.

"Can't wait to see you put them on and give me a show," I said. "Hope you did not wear those sexy dresses while I was away."

She laughed and said," I've been waiting for my brother to come back home, and I think we should go and shop for more outfits and maybe some lingerie."

"I like what you are wearing now, it looks far better on you than on that ugly model online." I said.

I unpacked my bag and arranged my shirts next to Megan's mini dresses. Her closet was full of hot outfits, push-up bras, thongs, garter belts....even toys. I could see a 6 in vibrator lying on her night stand. My sister was the naughty hot girl I always knew she'd turn into.

Megan then started showing her latest pictures on her laptop. She was so much prettier than any girl I've ever seen. As we were going through her pictures the door bell rang.

"I'll get it Meg," I said and went down the stairs.

My buddies, Chris and Jamie were over to see me. 

"How did you guys know I am in town?" I said as I gave them a hand shake.

"It came up during Steve's party last Saturday," Chris said.

I dropped asking more questions and turned on the TV. Chris was being such a pain as he was trying to make me play the new sex tape he had in his hands.

"Dude this is unlike anything you have ever seen before," Jamie said.

"It's not a good time and let's do this some other time," I said.

But neither Chris nor Jamie seemed to want to listen and so they played the DVD. It was a bad quality shoot of a girl getting gang banged on Steve's bed. There were three black guys and their dicks were big and so obvious on the screen. The girl's face was not obvious as she was down on her knees licking three black cocks. Her ass was tight and curvy and I really wanted to see those black dicks dp her on my screen.

I heard Megan come down the stairs so I turned off the movie despite my hard on. But when I saw what Megan was wearing coming down the stairs my hard dick got even harder. She was wearing a silver gray micro dress with an open back. The front was shaped as a V that went all the way down to her belly button exposing her cleavage and showing off her big perfect tits. Her skirt was so short that her ass was barely covered and those legs were so sexy.

Chris and Jamie were both speechless until Jamie said, " do you want to turn that movie back on?"

Megan sat on the couch next to me crossing her legs and taking a very sexy pause. 

She turned to Chris and said, "I had fun at Steve's."

She says that and gives me a kiss on my cheek and stands up and walks toward the door.

Chris and Jamie take off five minutes after Megan and they leave the porn DVD behind. 

I watch the scene more than five times and it was a huge relief to see the face of Mia. Her face was covered with cum from three black dicks and it's not something I had not seen before. But I would not want that face to be Megan's face.

Few hours after I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room I felt a soft hand massaging my neck. I opened my eyes and said, " you naughty girl, you made that sexy walk down the stairs on purpose, didn't you."

Megan leaned closer to me and said, "Yes I did. Told you I will do it for real. Now tell me, which dress should I put on tonight?"

We spent the whole afternoon in Megan's room. I helped her take off her clothes and put her in one hot outfit after another. 

My favorite was a long sleeve very short tight mini white dress. The back was all bare. Her tits looked huge and perfect even with no bra or push ups. I took a look at her and brought her thigh high boots from the closet. She put them on and I zipped her boots all the way up to her thigh. 

And so I finally asked, "Megan how do you know Chris and Jamie?"

"I met them at a party last weekend. We had so much fun I really wished you could be there too."

"What did you do Megan?"

"I put on the dress you bought for me last month. Remember the black lace micro dress, the one that's very low cut around the chest. Look I have a picture of it on my phone."

She shows me a picture of her sitting on Malcolm's lap with his hands all over her thigh. Her ass was right on top of his cock. It made me go crazy seeing my sister be that close to Malcolm, my buddy from the college football team. All I hoped was that their relationship was nothing more than just a picture.

"Megan, are all the rumors true then?"

"What have you heard my love," she asked.

"The guys have been mentioning you in the locker room. True I no longer play but you understand those guys are all my friends and we talk."

"What do they tell you about me?"

"They said you like taking dick in your ass," I said. "Is that true Megan?"

"It's weird talking about this with my brother," she laughed and giggled as she said that.

"Why Megan?"

She put her head on my shoulder and said, " guess I can tell you everything."

"Or show me." I said.

She replied,"You want me to show you how I went down on my knees and sucked on your friend's big dick? You want me to put my mouth around your cock and show you? Guess it won't be the same as I can not imagine you having a dick as big as Malcolm's."

"How do you know that Megan?"

She laughed and said,"Malcolm told me how he caught you staring at his cock in the locker room. He said he saw yours and it was not as big as his."

"When did he tell you that Megan?"

"While he was fucking my mouth with his dick."

I said, "you are a naughty slut."

"Why are you getting upset? I thought I could tell you anything?"

"You can," I replied. "But you are making all this up. Go put on that black dress we bought on line last week, the one with the silver metal around the belly button."

I make a few calls while Megan was up getting ready.

An hour later, she comes down the stairs wearing that mini black dress with her tits standing perfect in the little slit of tissue that was covering in the shape of a V. She had nude stilettos on this time. 

"Turn around Megan," I said.

As she turns I see her g-string showing in the back so I tuck it under her skirt. Her ass crack felt so good under my thick fingers. A part of me wanted to throw her on the couch open her legs and lick her rim and pussy....

We get to the party at Steve's house. Megan whispers in my ear, "I'm so happy we are here together this week. I want to show you so you believe." And she winks.

I give her a kiss on her cheek and say, "You look so hot."

All night passed and I did not get even five minutes with Megan. She was so outgoing and friendly as usually. But most of all she was a big dick magnet. Every single guy hit on her that night. I watched her tease dick all night long. It was clear that she was all talk and none of those rumors were true. My sister was nothing but a cock tease.

We both left the party around 1AM. 

I said, " Megan I'm starving, let's get a burger."

"I'm not hungry just get me a vanilla milk shake."

"Why vanilla?" I said. "You always pick chocolate."

"Get me what I asked for and stop asking questions."

As we sat in my car waiting for our drive through I asked Megan, "What was Jamie telling you?"

"Oh nothing really." She said.

"But you two were laughing the entire time."

Megan giggled and said, " He was telling mw how he showed you Mia's sex tape and is planning on mailing Tape 2 to your address."

"What's it about?"

Megan replied, " Can't tell. But bet you will like the girl in it better..."

Our conversation was cut short as the employee opened her window and handed out our food. Megan took her drink, opened the lid and started drinking her shake. It's so cute how she never uses a straw and always gets white foam around her lips.

"Let me get that Megan." I said as I wiped the corner of her mouth with my finger.

She said, "You want to taste. Lick your fingers it tastes so good."

She got me so hard I had to go home and finish jerking off somewhere under my sheets. 

As soon as we got home I went up to Megan's room and into my sofa bed. I was so horny and wanted to fuck but all I could do was jerk off and so I did. Not sure if she did it on purpose but I could see Megan take her clothes off in the bathroom as I had my hand on my thick hard dick. She was standing in front of the mirror in hot black lace bra and matching g-string. She took everything off and gave me a view of her tits. They were so big and her nipples were so hard. She then sat on the edge of the tub, lifted her leg up and I saw her pussy for the very first time. She applied white cream all over her legs all the way up to her cunt. She then stood up and rubbed some white cream on her tight abs and went higher to her tits. 

And then the phone rang.

Megan said, "Can you get that?"

I picked up and a thick voice asked if Megan was home. I said no and hung up. 

Megan asked, "Who was it?"

I lied and said it was a wrong number. In order not to to get interrupted I took out my cell from my jacket and turned it off. That's when I saw more than 3 missed calls and 5 texts from Chris. 

The text said: " Hey buddy, come back we are calling some hot girls over for an after party..."

I turn my phone off and can't believe that they were calling Megan for an after party fuck.

As I wait for her to go in her bed, I fall asleep. 

I wake up to take a piss an hour later and find Megan's bed still untouched. I start looking for her and she was not in the house. 

That's when I see a message on the night table saying: "Turn your phone back on. Need you to pick me up from Chris' house in the morning." It was signed Megan.

This was so unbearable and I got so pissed.

Put my jeans and a blue T-shirt on and went back out to my car.

Drove to Chris's house and I could see the light in his bedroom on.

I knocked on the door and the front door was open. I went in and saw Megan's thong lying on the stairs leading up to the bedroom.

I could hear Megan moaning....

I opened the bedroom door and there was Megan with her hot dress still on, sitting next to Chris laughing so hard. 

Malcolm was there too and said, "You were expecting a dick in her pussy?"

I did not say a word but felt like a fool.

Chris turned to Megan and the two started making out. My sister's tongue was in Chris's mouth and his hands were touching her tits.

Malcolm took his pants off and whispered in my ear, " We will tell her all the truth if you don't do what you are told to do tonight."

I sat on the bed and Megan came and stood in front of me. I put my hands around her waist and up her bra. I took it off and she pressed her tits around my mouth. It was so hot feeling her hard nipples on my lips so I held her tits in my hand and bit her hard nipples then licked and sucked on them too. 

Chris's tongue was in her pussy. He gave Megan a clit suck and finger fuked her pussy.

Chris said," Megan open your legs and let me put my face in your cunt, I want to eat your pussy."

She did exactly as she was told. And Chris sucked and licked my sister's clit. 

I felt like pulling on her hair and taking her back home but it was too late as Malcom was already fucking her mouth with his big dick.

I went out of the room as it was all too intense.

Thirty minutes later I went back in and saw Malcolm's black dick in Megan's ass.

Megan was saying, " Fuck me harder Malcolm...Don't stop, deeper, oh baby I'm going to come again."

At that point Chris was out of her pussy squirting his load on Megan's face.

Malcolm said: "Megan you are so tight..."

Megan said, "I want your cock in my mouth."

Malcolm comes in her ass and then out of her ass into her mouth and squirts the rest of his load on her face.

They made a mess out of my sister.

Megan cuddled on the bed with Chris and Malcolm both naked on top of her, their dicks still between her legs.

I lifted her off the bed and said: "Let me take you home."

And I licked her face and cleaned all that cum.

She opened her mouth and gave me her tongue. We kissed like lovers do. 

She said, "Don't stop yet, there's more cum on my tongue."

I said: "I never want to stop Megan. Let's go home."

We cuddled naked in bed and slept in.