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Selfies

By: Ashson



People really should be more careful with their property. Take Amanda, for instance, a young woman I know. I won't say she's a close friend of mine, more like a casual acquaintance. She's a lovely young woman, but a bit of a scatterbrain at times. She always seems to be mislaying things. 

If she's in any group you're with you can be sure that if you find the odd object that has wandered astray, it's Amanda's. 

That's why I wasn't too surprised when I found a handbag on the ground next to my car at the local mall and it turned out to be Amanda's. I wandered into the mall and had the central office page her but she didn't turn up. I assumed that she'd left her purse behind when departing. So I headed on home myself, purse in hand.

Now I didn't know where Amanda lived and I didn't know who, among our mutual friends, would know how to contact her. So the only sensible thing to do was go through her bag to find what contact details were there.

I struck it lucky as her license and her phone were there. If I had to I could go to her address and leave the bag, but I didn't like the idea. If she wasn't home and I left it, someone might pinch it. So I checked the phone.

It was locked, of course, but by tilting the screen and looking at finger-marks it seemed to me that the area over the two was rather scruffy. I took the chance and tapped the two several times and bingo, the phone was activated.

I hopped onto the contacts list, starting with her mother, and it didn't take long to track her down. She was at a friend's place, bewailing the loss of her bag and all her credit cards, etc. etc.

I broke the happy news and gave her my address and she said she'd be around right away.

As a matter of curiosity (and because I'm a natural born snoop) I checked out her taste in music (abysmal) and looked to see what sort of pictures she took. Now that turned out to be interesting. As soon as I realised what I'd found I connected via Bluetooth and transferred all her pictures to my phone and saved them to my micro SD card.

Now why would I do that? Well, ninety percent of the photos were totally innocuous, along the lines of this is me and Chloe looking like idiots at a café. The other ten percent were selfies of a totally different nature. 

I'd always noted that Amanda was nicely stacked, but I hadn't really noticed how nicely. There was an interesting line of photos showing her in different bras, together with a line that showed she didn't need one.

It also seemed that she liked to experiment with matching panties and bras. I also liked the ones where she showed off all her tan lines without extraneous items like clothes blocking the view. 

Adventurous little Amanda also shaved a certain area, trying out different little patterns, each pattern being slightly smaller than the one before. You can guess what the final ones showed. 

Would you believe that these naughty photos were quite innocent compared to some of the others. Close ups of dildo's and how they fit. There was quite a number of very naughty selfies there.

It was beyond belief that someone with that sort of dynamite on their phone would be so careless at to lose it. And to have such a crappy pin number. I was going to have a little fun with Amanda when she came around.

When was right. I'd expected her to come rushing right around to collect her purse, especially as it contained phone, money, license and credit cards. But no. Would you believe it was four hours before she eventually rocked up to collect it? And I was effectively stuck at home until she arrived. If I'd wanted to go out I'd have been a little pissed off at being forced to wait for Amanda to swing past.

I was watching the game on TV when Amanda finally fronted. The front door was open, so when the bell rang I just tilted my chair back to see who it was and yelled at her to come in.

She came bustling in, already looking around for her bag.

"In the kitchen," I said, getting up and heading that way, with Amanda almost treading on my heels as she came.

Amanda pounced on the bag, opened it to check the contents and then opened her purse and counted her money. That irritated me. Then she stuffed the purse bag in her bag, hung the bag over her shoulder, grunted thanks and was heading out.

"You're welcome," I called after her. "Nice set of pictures you have."

She came to a screeching halt and spun to face me, face a lovely red.

"Were you snooping through my phone?" she yelled.

"I used it to call you, remember?" I said. "Or to call your friends while looking for you. I guess I must have pressed the wrong button and your photos popped up. After seeing the first one I couldn't resist seeing the rest."

Amanda was red from both embarrassment and fury. The fact that not only had I seen the photos but was laughing at her about them was driving her wild.

"If you mention them to anyone," she started, "I'll, I'll. . ."

It seemed she couldn't decide what she'd do. I added some fuel to the fire.

"Some of those pictures are really nice. You won't really mind if I show a couple around, will you. I'll say that I took them and won't tell them it's you."

"Show them round? What do you mean, show them round?" she shrieked.

"Well, while I was filling in time waiting for you to come and collect your things, I sort of copied the nicest photos to my own phone," I said, smiling innocently. "I figured you wouldn't mind as you've probably been texting them anyway."

"You didn't," she whispered, staring at me, absolutely appalled at the idea. "They're private. I've never shown any of them to anyone."

"You really should download the Keepsafe app," I told her. "Then no-one can see photos you want to keep private. Too late now."

Amanda just stood there, glaring at me.

"Those are my photos," she said, fury seething in her voice. "I want you to delete them from your phone right now."

"Or else what?" I asked, laughing. "You'll tell your mother what sort of photos I copied and ask her to get them back? Call the cops and have them examine the photos on your phone and then check my phone to see which ones match?"

Amanda was almost dancing on the spot in her fury, but it was obvious she didn't know what to do. I did. I explained my idea to her.

"I'll tell you what I'll do," I said. "It seems to me you have some fairly explicit photos of yourself on the phone, and might I say that you appear to have a sensational body. However, there is one type of photo missing. If you let me help you correct that oversight I'll pass you my phone and you can personally delete all your photos so that you know they're gone."

She was suspicious, which was not unreasonable. I could see her mind was racing, trying to work out what sort of photo was missing. She gave up and asked.

"What sort of photo do you have in mind? I assume it has something to do with me naked and you get to perv on me while the photo is done."

"Oh, better than that," I assured her. "You'll be naked, alright, but you get to take some photos as my cock slowly sinks into you. You can even record it as a film if you like."

For a moment I thought she was going to hit the roof and throw a screaming tantrum, but she managed to control herself.

"So you're saying I have to get undressed and then take a photo of you putting your cock in me. And then I can delete all the photos on your camera."

"I don't want to be accused of tricking you," I told her. "After my cock is in you, I fully intend to use it to fuck you good and hard. I don't expect you'll be able to take photos once that has started as you'll be too busy trying to keep up with me." 

"You have got to be kidding," she protested, just standing and staring at me.

"Not really," I said. "Observe."

I leaned down a little and lifted her dress. Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them down. Amanda just stood and watched, mouth open.

With her panties around her ankles she looked at me. 

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"Because it shortcuts all the discussion and get to the main point," I explained. "If you hadn't already admitted to yourself that you'll do what I want you'd never have permitted me to take them down."

With that I slipped the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders. I'd already spotted the side zip that helped it stay on, and it didn't take long to unzip and her dress floated down to join her panties. Reaching around her, her bra was unhooked and then Amanda was standing there naked. Still carrying her bag, but that only seemed to emphasise her nudity.

"Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" I asked and Amanda meekly stepped clear of her panties and dress and went with me.

She must love her photos. She settled on the bed and took several of me while I stripped, including what I was quite sure was a close-up of my wedding tackle. When I was naked Amanda lay back looking at me. If she was reluctant about what was about to happen she certainly didn't show it.

I settled down next to her, and my hands started roving. Her nipples hardened under my touch and her breathing deepened. Then I was playing with her pussy, stroking her smooth mons, pressing hard enough that she was squirming slightly under me.

Fingers dipped into her, testing the waters, as it were, and the waters were hot and wet. Amanda was already pushing herself up against me, her pussy rubbing firmly against my hand.

"Now?" I asked, and she nodded so I lined myself up and started smoothly forward. 

I assumed that she wouldn't want hands in the way, so just my cock approached her. It butted up against her lips and they slowly parted, letting me in. Moving very slowly I pressed forward, sinking myself in her tight passage, enjoying her heat and slippery wetness.

How that I was in her I reached for her breasts. It always seems more fun if you can hold a girl's naked breasts while you take her, and in my experience the girls certainly enjoy it.

"Are you ready?" I asked, looking at her while my hands gently squeezed and my cock pressed firmly against her.

Instead of saying anything she just smirked at me and pressed hard up against me. I got the point. I pulled back and drove in hard, while she pushed up to meet me. At the same time her legs rose and wrapped around me, giving her that little extra oomph when she pulled me into her.

Any thought of treating Amanda gently while I took her very quickly went by the board. I had considered it, because some people might say that there was an element of coercion in the way I enticed her into my bed. But it was immediately obvious that if I tried to take things slowly and gently I'd be trampled in the rush. 

The initial entry had been one thing. A nice slow drive into her set the stage for the action. Now that the action had commenced Amanda was off and running and she was proving a very demanding lover.

We came together vigorously, both of us driving hard against the other. Amanda was practically bouncing free of the bed as she pushed up against me, demanding I take her harder, damn it, harder.

I did my best, driving in hard and often, hands mauling her breasts as I took her, both of us rushing wildly towards our respective climaxes. We bounced and clung and bounced some more, our excitement rising with every movement. Then all of a sudden my mouth was covering hers as I ravished her lips and started driving towards a serious climax.

Amanda wasn't being left behind. Her tongue duelled with mine and I could hear her whimpering slightly as her own climax gather force. 

Then I was coming into her and she was exploding under me, shrieking into my mouth.

I finished up collapsed on top of her, feeling boneless. She lay totally relaxed under me, looking boneless. We lay like that for a while until I eventually felt Amanda start to stir. 

I reached for my shirt and extracted my phone and passed it to her.

"Feel free to delete anything you want," I said.

Perhaps I should have phrased that differently. She held the phone in both hands, looking at it, then turned and brought it down hard on the corner of the bedside table.

You know, I hadn't known you could snap a phone in half that way. You learn something new every day.

Amanda just smiled at me and handed me the two halves. 

"Done," she said.

I'm damned glad that I was out of contract and due to get a new phone anyway. This little incident would speed up that process. I tossed the remains into the drawer of the bedside table. I wanted to look at the micro SD card later. I suspected that it had got off scot free and all my info would still be on it. 

Hey, it's not my fault if Amanda was careless in her deletions. I did give her the chance.

I didn't say anything, just lay back on the bed while Amanda smirked and looked at her own phone. I was a bit taken aback when she suddenly snarled a rude word. I lifted an eyebrow, a quizzical expression on my face.

"The pictures didn't come out properly," she explained. "You're going to have to try it again."

Not a problem, really. I was young and healthy, but I couldn't help wondering how many times she'd want me to try before she was satisfied.

Selfies



This is a little different. But I believe this happens to a lot of people who then suffer the same dilemma. And - I apologize for the length. But the story has to develop.

*****

I'm pretty much a creature of habit. At my age, you tend to be. I mean sixty is not ancient, but for sure I am no callow youth any more. Matter of fact, I only have one enemy: the fucking mirror! I pass a window on the street and see that reflection staring back at me? Don't know him! Inside I am still that thirty something marathon runner, dad and husband.

My wife of thirty four years died two years ago. I still have my business, the kids visit from time to time or I go see them. I run, just not so fast anymore. Nights are horrible. TV? I fall asleep.

Yeah, I have dated - fix-ups - Yuk! I mean these aging widows and divorcees are looking for someone to take care of them. Been with one or two I met at the gym that were not bad. Took one of them to bed and it was, I have to admit great to have sex again. But - both of them wanted something lasting and permanent. It's still too soon. And they, like I, have past lives that kept creeping in - even when I was fucking the one in my bed she grabbed my back as she came and shuddered "Max!" I am not Max.

So, like I say, I'm pretty much a creature of habit. Work out every morning, about six, six thirty. Then I take my receipts from the store - I still own the runners' store my wife and I founded - and take the cash and checks to the window at the bank about eight, maybe eight fifteen. Then it's to the store and then home, yadda, yadda.

So, this one morning I get out of the pool, shower, shave and dress. It's like seven forty five. I get in the Porsche - okay - so it's my one vice - and tool up to the bank. I drive up to the window and I'm looking for Oscar, the kid who is usually there on the early shift. But, instead of Oscar, it's a lady - make that a girl. Might be thirty - certainly no more. Kinda plump, blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun. She is wearing some ugly red frame glasses. Not fat, but too many pounds for what I can see is a really pretty face. , Nice set of breasts, showing through the blouse - not uncommon for a plump girl. But like I say, young. Maybe thirty. And plump? No thanks.

She took my bank bag, pulled the bank drawer back in and smiled at me. Dazzling smile. "Good morning!" She said. Voice like a little girl. C'mon!

"Well, hello to you!" I gave her the big smile. "You're a new one."

"Yes sir. Started last week. Oscar got promoted and I asked for the early shift so I could get to school. I'm Amy."

"Well, hello Amy. I'm Larry Simmons. You'll see me just about every morning. School?"

"Yes, Mr. Simmons! I'm taking nursing at Owens Community. Had to wait until I had the money - but I'm in my last year."

"Wow! Good for you. Amy - hope to see you tomorrow." And off I drove.

•******

Don't ask me why, but all day long, when I wasn't on the phone or helping some beginner pick out the right shoes, I kept seeing that sweet smile and pretty face. Now, understand, I have three kids, all grown. Okay - I'm sixty. So, girls under forty - maybe forty five are just eye candy.

So, for the next three weeks, every morning I'd tool up to the bank before eight thirty and Amy would be there, smiling, sweet and chatting. If there were no cars behind me, I'd stay and chat for ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Now she knew I was widowed, I owned Tracker's Running Store and I had three grown kids. 

I knew she was from a small town in Georgia and had come to North Carolina for the weather and a really good deal on college. I even knew that she was a cheerleader in high school, had married the football captain at eighteen and divorced at twenty with no kids. She had worked at a bank back home and was hoping to move up the ladder here before she became a full time nurse.

One morning just in chatting, I asked if she was dating anyone. She blushed so I could see it through the bullet proof window. "No Mr. Simmons! They all seem so young - and well, I can tell you this because you're well, older? The guys we meet at clubs and stuff are boring or full of themselves or just want to get to bed."

I had the top down on the Porsche that day, so I leaned out towards the window. "Well Amy - you certainly deserve more - but I can't blame them for...never mind - sorry!"

She blushed again. "Nothing to be sorry for. If there was someone like you - well, you know - interesting and like that..."

Damn! I did not know what to make of that. "Umm...right Amy. I bet there's someone out there." And I double clutched out onto the street.

*****

I had to go to Atlanta that week for a convention. Just two days and I drove - just because the weather was nice and I had the time. Coming back I got to town about one. Herb from the store had been running the place and making some deposits, but I needed a cashier's check for a new vendor, so after stopping at the store and wolfing down two Power Bars and a protein shake, 

I drove over to the bank. It was about three.

I realized I hadn't been inside the bank for months. I stopped by the manager's office, but Tom the manager was out. I went up to the window. Amy! I smiled my largest smile and said "Hey! You never saw me standing up before."

She laughed. "And this is the first time I had raise my head to look you in the eye!"

We both laughed and she set about getting me my cashier's check. She handed it through the glass and looked up at me. Gorgeous eyes and yes, she could drop about thirty pounds and be unbelievable. Mostly in the hips and arms. Mentally, I already had half a workout and running schedule for her. I took the check and looked back at her. "Big night planed?" I asked. The other older lady on duty was at the drive in window.

"Well," again she blushed. "I have to study tonight. Class tomorrow night."

"Okay. I just thought if you had some time we could get a cup of coffee, maybe a drink? I'd really like to know more about you."

"I'm off at four. I guess we could..."

"You know Antonio's?"

"That nice restaurant?"

"Precisely - I'll be at the bar. Wait for you there."

It was a totally pleasant hour and a half. We sat at the bar. Felt I was with my daughter - but different. I told her of my life in short chapters. College at the U of NC, meeting Krystal on the track team, marrying, coming here to open the store...the names of the kids and what they were doing. 

She told me of her life in a small town, getting married way too early. Working hard to save money, getting this job. I asked her if she worked out at all. She blushed, said she would like to, but time...

"Look Amy," I scrunched a little closer to her and took her hand. "This is my life. So I know what I'm talking about. You're young - you are a pretty girl - but you could be stunning with a few pounds off."

I thought I saw a tear forming in one eye. "Hey!" I squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry. I have no right. Subject closed."

She squeezed back. "No Mr. Simmons..."

"Larry, please."

"Larry. You're right. I just don't know..."

My turn to squeeze. "Leave that to me. Could you get me your measurements and weight? I'll start drawing up a program - figure your BMI."

She leaned forward. "BMI?"

"Don't worry about that."

She sighed. "You know, Larry, I was never close to my dad. Both my folks died really young - and you well, you are so warm and well," her head went down, "good looking. I feel somehow close to you. I'll get my measurements and weight to you. I'm usually embarrassed about these things, but it's you and anything you can do for me..."

I leaned as well. "Do not be embarrassed, Amy! We are going to work together and it will be my pleasure Amy, my pleasure." 

Our faces were almost touching. I could feel the heat from her and my friend in my crotch began to respond. What! Am I out of my fucking mind? She's a kid for Christ sake! "Now you better get home to study or we could be here all evening."

"Oh - yes, thank you Larry. Will you be by the bank in the morning?" I nodded. "Good! I'll have something for you - promise!"

o**, ***

I had forgotten I had a meeting in the little restaurant at the Sportsplex - the gym and pool where I work out - seven thirty in the morning. I'm on a committee to organize a fund raising ten kilometer race and we had a meeting.

It broke about 8:45. I had my cash and checks in the car, of course, so here I was pulling up to the bank window about five minutes to nine. I was third in line at the window with the pull out drawer for cash deposit, checks, etc. By the time I got up to the window it was even more crowded in the three drive up lanes.

But, there was Amy. She was wearing a really tight sweater that she shouldn't be wearing, not at that weight, but her breasts were spectacular and I could see potential. She smiled as I pulled up. "Here you go Princess!" I called through the loudspeaker and handed my bank bag to her.

"Mr. Simmons - Larry - I want to thank you for last evening. It was special."

One drink? Forty five minutes? Wow. "Pleasure Amy. Give any thought to what I suggested?"

Bigger smile. "Sure did. Here's your receipt." As she said that she winked at me big time. I smiled back and took the bank bag out of the tray and took off. 

When I got in my small office, I opened the bag to give the receipt to Patti, my bookkeeper and felt something else in there. I reached in and pulled out a five by seven photo printed on stiff photo paper. Holy Shit! It was a "Selfie" of Amy in a bra and panties, standing very straight, one arm out to take the picture, the other at her side. There was a note in the back in girlish handwriting.

"Larry, I hope I'm not too forward. But you said you could help me and I wanted you to see what you are up against. As far as the measurements are concerned I'm afraid I am just five foot four and weigh a hundred and forty wearing what you see in the photo. I'm thirty eight, thirty six, thirty eight for breasts, waist and hips. Do you really think you can make me look like I did in high school?"

I noticed a wrinkled photo at the bottom of the bank bag. Damn! A photo of what must be Amy in her cheerleading outfit over ten years ago. Knockout! I quickly tucked the two photos in my desk drawer and leaned back in my chair. Damn!

I called the bank about three o'clock and thank God Amy answered. "Amy!"

Almost a whisper. "Oh - hi Larry. Did I shock you?"

"Uh - no! No! Amy, I'm delighted you had little inhibition to show me why you want...that is..."

She giggled. "Larry - see what a challenge you'd be taking on?"

"Oh! Yes! Absolutely. Not a problem. When would you like to get started?"

"This weekend?"

"No problem. Do you know Howard Middle School?"

"Sure do."

"Meet me Saturday morning at eight. Is that too early for you?"

"No, not at all. Um...Larry? What shall I wear. I don't have any what you would call workout clothes."

"Oh. Understand. Tell you what. Instead, meet me outside the Trackers Running Store and we'll set you up."

"But Mr. Simmons, Larry. I'm really on a tight budget, I..."

I broke in. "My worry Amy, not yours. See you Saturday morning."

o******

Okay, here's a confession: I dreamed about Amy that Friday night. Nothing erotic. She was in a tight body suit, about fifty pounds lighter and smoking me around the track. I woke up bathed in sweat. I showered, put on my running gear even though Saturday is my day off from exercise .

I got to the store about a quarter to eight. With Amy's measurements tattooed on my brain, I went over to the ladies' side of the store. First a running bra - without that she could easily flail herself to death with those large breasts. A larger pair of shorts - did not want to embarrass her. Top? I picked a loose fitting jersey with sleeves. Again, I did not want her to be self-conscious. I've sold gear to many overweight women through the years.

Promptly at eight o'clock there was a knock at the glass door. I opened it and there stood Amy in sweat pants and sweat shirt. She came through the door, threw her arms around me and gave me a real hug. "Larry, Mr. Simmons, I don't believe you're doing this for me. I mean, I'm only the girl at the bank and..."

I put my two fingers over her mouth and backed away about six inches. "Amy - you are not 'just the girl at the bank'. You are a very pretty girl with the potential of being a knockout. And you are bright and fun and...well, no more, okay?"

She nodded and I saw tears in her eyes. "Okay. But thank you."

"Don't thank me until you try on your running gear. Then we'll have to find a pair of shoes for you."

She pointed to her feet. "Well, I've got sneakers..."

"Precisely. Now," I said, passing her the pile of clothes I had on the counter. "Go in the dressing room and change."

She took the clothes and went into the dressing room. About two minutes later she called to me. "Larry? Can you help me?"

I walked over to the dressing room, she pulled open the curtain and was standing there in the bra I had picked out and the same panties I saw in the Selfie. "Umm..." she blushed. "Is the bra too tight? And I didn't know if I should wear my panties under the shorts."

Her breasts were indeed fighting to get out of the bra - but shit - it was a thirty eight like it said on her Selfie! "No, I think it will do fine for now. You want it to be tight so that, well, you want it to be tight."

She looked down at her panties. She blushed again. "And these?"

I kept my eyes on hers. "Yea, wear 'em under the shorts, okay?"

F

ive minutes later she was standing in front of me in running shorts, loose top and stocking feet. She had her smart phone in her hand. "Larry, you look great in your shorts. Can we take a Selfie of the two of us? I mean I'll never show it to anybody, just for me?"

I mean, what was I going to say? "Sure Amy. How do we do that?"

"I put the phone on the counter and you stand next to me."

The phone was set up, we stood side by side. Before the flash went off, she turned so her crotch was touching mine and our arms were draped around each other's shoulders. My friend started probing the outline of my shorts. If she noticed, she didn't say anything.

The flash was bright and then out. But Amy did not move. I dropped my hands so they were on her broad hips. I pushed her gently away. I truly did not know where this was going. "Shoes?" I said quietly.

She blushed again. "Oh, sure."

I took out a size six Asics and a new Nike model that just came out. She was sitting in one of the fitting chairs and I was kneeling on the floor. She held out one foot for me and I put the shoe on. I put her foot on the floor and laced it tight. Then without thinking, I ran my hand up the back of her leg to the knee. She didn't stop me and when I looked up she was panting slightly, with her mouth open and her eyes closed.

I knew this was a key moment. I decided not to press it. Let it come, Larry - I said to myself. She is really young and you don't want to misinterpret. "Okay!" I said a bit too heartily. "Let's road test those babies"

o*****

I drove the three blocks to the track at Howard Middle School. No conversation. There was some electricity in the air, but I was not going to make the first move. Nobody was there. It was April, track season and the middle school team took weekends off. I stood in the infield and told Amy to start running. I had her run the quarter mile around the track, then walk quickly for a quarter then run another quarter. I looked at her face. It was really red. "Okay, champ! I called. "Enough for the first day."

She walked up to me. "Was I terrible?"

I took her face in my hands. "Baby, you were fantastic!"

She reached out and hugged me tightly. "Larry - you don't know what this means to me. I mean, I hate the way I look and you - you're so kind and well, I just don't know what to say."

I

tilted her head up and she reached up, put one 

hand behind my head and kissed me full on the lips. Okay, I kissed back. Hard. I felt her tongue creep out and I met it. She pulled back.

"Oh God! Larry - I'm so sorry! It's just that..." 

"Do not be sorry, love. I loved it. It only means what you want it to mean."

We held hands back to the car. When we got to the store she came in, got her sweat stuff and came up to me as I was leaning against the counter. "Would you - I mean would you mind," She was blushing again.

"Anything, Amy."

"Would you take a selfie of yourself in just your undershorts and send it to me?" She ducked her head and ran out of the store.

o******

Man, what a start to the day! I locked up and 

went for a ten miler. All through the run I was thinking of those fantastic breasts bursting out of her running bra. Of the feel of her tongue in my mouth. Of her sweaty body up against mine.

I got home, took a shower and put on my jockeys. I put the smartphone on the desk, set the timer and flexed by the door. It flashed. I looked at the pic. Damn! Not bad. I texted a message saying "now we're even" and sent it to her personal e-mail that was on the pic she gave me.

About an hour later I was deep in the New York Times when my phone beeped. I opened it and there was Amy. Amy, stripped to the waist! Those beautiful breasts standing up facing me! She was in her running shorts and that's all! The text read "no - now we're even in the Selfie department."

I

stared at that photo on my phone for five minutes. What the hell was going on? I am goddam sixty years old. Yes, I look younger, I can still get it up most times and I do keep the little blue pill around as insurance. But this is a kid! Thirty, maybe. I'll have to finally ask. But by thirty Krystal and I had our three kids already. Yeah, asshole - but you are sixty fucking years old now!

*****

I decided to let it ride. I typed up a diet and nutrition program for Amy, added some stretches and calisthenics , attached some illustrations and wrote: Amy you are magnificent. You are going to be sensational. We can do this! And sent it off.

The committee on the fund raising run kept me busy every morning that week. On Wednesday, not having been to the bank, I e-mailed Amy: "How's it going? Working on the diet? Sorry I haven't been available for the second run session. Tomorrow morning six o'clock at Howard?"

I didn't get an answer all day long. My fault? Look, I had to back things down a little, right? I lifted at the Sportsplex about six and then did five on the treadmill. I got home about seven thirty after a stop at Chick-Fil-A . Opened my phone for the first time since the store. Message from Amy. Picture attached.

Message read: "I'll be there! Started my diet. Picture attached. Ball is in your court."

I opened the photo. Another Selfie. You wouldn't remember those "pin-up" pictures from WWII, but my dad had a lot of stuff around the house and there were a couple of pictures of pretty girls, their backs to the camera, hands on hips, looking back over their shoulders. They were either in bathing suits or tight dresses. It basically showed their asses in as much delicate detail as possible in a tight outfit.

Well, this Selfie from Amy was not that delicate. There she stood, back to me, legs together, head facing back to the camera, hands on hips, but she was stark fucking buck naked!! The legs looked good, the butt was, as I really knew, a little too big. No wrinkles far as I could tell, and it looked fairly tight.

Okay, Amy. Wanna play that game? Right back at ya! I took off my sweat shirt and shorts, kicked off my shoes and socks. I grabbed my phone, put it on the counter, set the timer and backed off. I put my back to the camera, tightened my butt cheeks, looked back at it with as big a shit eating grin on my face as I could muster and the flash went off.




Selfies



I looked at the photo. It was stupid - but what the hell. I wrote an e-mail: "In about six months we'll both do a 'before and after' and yours will look better than mine."

Friday morning we finally wrapped up planning for the fund raiser. Herb had been the bank runner all week. Friday night I had another "date" with a fifty year old that one of my buddies fixed up. We met at a casual dining place, the three of us. After two drinks at the bar, Dan excused himself and here I was with a painfully thin blonde with a tight sheath on that showed mostly bones. We had dinner while she mostly bitched about her ex and how the kids side with him.

She got more than a little drunk and I suggested she not drive home. "Will you take me, Lar'?" She slurred. Well, okay. I told the matre'd to make sure her car would be okay, got the car keys from her and gave them to him. She hung on my arm out to my car. I opened the door for her and she came up against me and gave me a sloppy kiss. "Thank you Lar." and flopped into the front seat.

I asked for her address, punched it in the GPS on the Porsche and the nice lady in the dashboard started me off. We were about three blocks from the restaurant when I felt her hand on my thigh. I looked over, she had her head back on the seat, looking at me with a leer of sorts. Shit!

I accelerated and the lady in the dashboard gave me directions very efficiently. It was not going to be as short a drive as I hoped. A few minutes later I felt the hand creep up to my crotch. I tried to shift in the seat, but the car is not that big. She started rubbing and since my cock has a mind of its own, it responded.

I kept my eyes on the road as her hand moved up to the top of my pants. Now, a Porsche is not built for a lot of front seat comfort for the driver. I mean, there is not a whole lot of room between my lap and the steering wheel. But somehow, she managed to undo my belt.

"Lorene," I said softly. "Let's not make me have an accident -with me or the car, okay?"

"Don' worry 'bout that. You jus' drive."

I felt the zipper come down. Her hand reached in and out came my friend, half ready for action. This was not a good idea. I had no desire to see this skinny thing again. I reached down and pulled her hand away. "Why not wait until we get home, okay?"

"T'rrific. Jus' wanna be sure y'er ready." With that she withdrew her hand and fell fast asleep. I drove along, my cock lying peacefully between my legs, hoping I did not get stopped because by now I was over the speed limit.

F

inally, we pulled up to her really large house in a gated community where the gate was thankfully, opened. I got out of the car, tucked my cock back in its den and came around the car. Broad was out. I reached in her purse, got her keys, less her car key in my hand. I sighed, reached in and took about a hundred and five pounds of dead weight in my arms and shambled up to the front door.

Awkwardly I reached around her and opened the door. All the lights were out. I found the switch for the hall light, turned it on and saw the living room to my left. I took Lorene's limp body to the couch and dumped her there. She was snoring with her mouth open. Even my eager cock would not be able to get stiff with that picture. I put her key and her purse on the coffee table in front of the couch and tiptoed out.

I made a vow to myself - no more of this blind date shit. My mind turned to the latest Selfie from Amy. I fished my phone out of my pocket and while half watching the road, looked at it. Damn! Now I was hard. Oh well, whatever.

o*****

I was at Howard at five forty five in the morning. Right at six, I saw Amy trotting around the corner. Not fast, but a nice even pace. She had the running outfit I'd given her and she had added a Clemson hat with her hair in a ponytail out the back.

I watched her in silence, thinking of Lorene's bony body, her drunken slobber and her claw like hand reaching in my pants. God, this girl is magnificent! Yes - too heavy, but certainly not obese at all and look at the determination on her face.

Amy slowed coming up to the track entrance. When she saw me, her face turned red, but her smile was dazzling. She picked up speed and rushed up to me. We were both standing in the middle of the track with no one around. Her arms went around me, her crotch into mine and she kissed me with real passion.

She backed off just a bit. "Did I shock you?"

I slowly shook my head. "Yeah, a bit. But right back at ya, right?"

She blushed again. "Larry, you have a really cute ass. Wish mine was like that."

We still had our arms loosely around each other. I reached back and squeezed her butt. "We'll get this where it should be with the rest of you. Promise!"

She put a hand back on mine, holding it on her ass. "I know you will, Larry. But right now, that hand feels really good."

I pulled my hand away. "Okay, Princess. Enough hanky-panky. Let's get to work.

We put in a good hour, finishing with me trotting with her around the track. For some reason I felt compelled to tell her of my horror date last night, even what Lorene did in the car - no names of course.

Amy laughed. "God!" She said. "You could have gotten in an accident. Was it really that bad?"

"Worse. Amy I have to tell you. On the way home after I dropped her off, I took out the last Selfie you sent me and it made the whole evening seem better."

She blushed again, took my hand and held it up to her breasts. "Oh Larry. That makes me so happy!"

We walked to the entrance holding hands. "Want a ride home?" I asked quietly.

"I only live a few blocks away. But yes, I'd love you to see my place."

o*****

I swear this was not planned! I drove with her giving directions. It was a modest eight unit apartment building built around a nice garden. We parked in a convenient spot and we both got out of the car. She walked up to the first ground floor unit and opened the door. It led into a tiny foyer with the living room on the left and the kitchen on the right with the dining area right ahead. She went into the living room and she put on the stereo with CD's already loaded. Weird! It was a Sinatra album.

She took my hand and led me into the small kitchen. "Sinatra?" I asked.

S

he smiled brilliantly. "Love him! Also Tony Bennett -and Bon Jovi and Michael Bubele and..."

I took her in my arms and put the two fingers on her lips again. "Shhh! I'm sold."

She nuzzled my shoulder. "No - really. And I realized this must be the music you love, so I had to spend some budget on CD's 'cause it is not easy to find this stuff on I-Tunes, and..."

I pulled her to me and kissed her softly and tenderly for a long time. "Wow!" I said. "I must smell like a locker room!"

She continued to nuzzle me. "No worse than me. You want to take a shower?"

Okay. Here it was. This would have been so easy. Slip right into it and bingo! Where would I be? Where would we be? I mean a few hugs and kisses? Yeah, some really passionate, no question. And of course the goddam Selfies! This is goddam high school stuff! I'm sixty! Time for a reboot.

"Yeah - better be on my way."

She looked up at me. "You could take one here, I mean I wouldn't mind. Matter of fact I could..."

I put the two fingers on her mouth again. "No Amy. Not now. Not yet. We have to do some thinking and talking."

S

he backed off. "At least let me make you lunch."

I shook my head. "No, but thanks." 

Sometimes while I try to keep my mind straight and stay out of trouble, it does not always work. 

"Hey! I've seen your place - but you haven't seen mine. Why don't I make you dinner tonight." Careful! "That is unless you have plans..."

She moved in and hugged me again. "No! And if I did I'd break them! Larry, I'd love it."

I backed her off again. "Okay! Great! Seven? Do you need directions?"

S

he smiled and blushed. "No - I have your address at the bank and I - well, I Googled it. I can get there."

o******

The drive home took maybe fifteen minutes. But the voice inside me was talking double time all the way. Schmuck! What are you doing? Where is this going? Your Andy is just two years older than Amy! You want to be a big man and give your girl at the bank some run coaching and a nutrition program? Swell! You've coached marathon with a lot of overweight girls who went the distance and blessed you for it. You've given thousands of tips over the years at the store. All good. But Simmons, you are about to cross the line. Fucking Selfies! Who do you think you are?

I

slammed the door to the condo. I was still berating myself. The girl obviously has like a father fixation on you. Unless? Forget about it! Dinner here tonight? Good time to get the record straight. Unless? Forget about it.

By then I was undressed, threw my running gear in the washer and headed for the shower. The phone rang. "Hello?"

"Larry? This is Lorene."

Oh shit! "Hey Lorene! How are you?"

"Little hung over, otherwise okay. Larry? What happened last night?"

"Well, you got a little drunk and I figured I'd better drive you home. Your car and car keys are still at the restaurant."

"No Larry, I mean between you and me."

Oh, c'mon already! "Well, we had dinner, like I said, I drove you home. You passed out in my car so I carried you inside your house and dropped you on the couch. Sorry I couldn't lock the door on the way out."

"Oh, that's okay. But I mean, nothing else happened?"

"Lorene. When you finally woke up from your drunken stupor, were your clothes still on?"

"I wasn't that drunk!"

"Okay, but were you still dressed when you woke up on the couch?"

"Well, yes."

"Okay then that answers the question, right? Now Lorene, I have to go."

"Well, call me later?"

"Don't think so. Be well, do good work, have a nice life." I hung up. Alright, I'm a schmuck - but please!

After the shower I dressed and went to the store for a few hours. Saturday is a busy day. I chatted with some customers, checked e-mail and asked Shirley, my weekend floor gal if she needed me for anything else. She nodded no and I left.

Okay, dinner. Stopped at the supermarket and bought some really nice chicken breasts. Figured chicken with lemon and tarragon, some green beans and saffron rice. I knew I had a really nice Chardonnay in the refrigerator. Hadn't had any hard liquor in the house for years.

I went through the New York Times for Saturday - I get the Weekender - really the only paper I have time for and it lasts me all week. Took a nap - got up about five thirty and went into the kitchen. 

I seasoned the chicken and put it aside. I chilled the Chardonnay, set the table in my small dining room with a nice table cloth, the flowers I bought at the supermarket and two candles. Took my Blue Tooth, synched with the Sinatra Channel on Pandora and surveyed the place. Neat!

I took another leisurely shower and started to shave. Son of a Bitch! There was that sixty year old face staring back at me. What the hell am I thinking? I was acting like a goddam teen ager. No! This has to stop right now. Amy will understand. We can keep it friendly and I can really help her looks and self-esteem and who the fuck am I kidding? Oh well, let's see how it goes.

I dressed in a short sleeved Murano Sport shirt and some light jeans with loafers and no socks. Added a light salad and put that in the fridge as well. I went out in the small patio in back of my living room. I'm on the second floor so it is a nice view of the golf course behind us and the low hills in the distance.

I took some deep breaths and said - okay, let's see how it goes.

o******

Promptly at seven the doorbell rang. I was still on the patio thinking of Krystal and what this stage of our life might have been. I just came to the conclusion for the zillionth time that life is what happens while we're making plans.

I went to the door, opened it and there she was. Tight, off the shoulder sheath dress. Cleavage aplenty as the dress swooped between her breasts. It came to just below her knees and she was wearing little golden slippers - Fucking Cinderella! Her hair was down, cascading around her shoulders. It occurred to me that I hadn't seen the weird glasses for a while.

"Amy!" I exclaimed. "God you are lovely!"

She blushed as I opened the door and she took two steps inside the door. She looked to the back where the blinds on the patio door were open. The sun was just setting over the hills. 

"Larry! What a beautiful view! And you look wonderful."

I took her out on the patio, left her admiring the last of the sunset as I poured two wine glasses of the Chardonnay. I carried them out to the patio and handed her one. She raised it and clinked glasses with me.

"I know you can't see it yet," she said softly, "and it's only been a few days - but honest to God Larry - I can see the difference already - and really feel it too!"

"Well," I said, standing a little closer to her than I intended, "You'll make really rapid progress when you start a diet and exercise program. Mostly what we call 'water fat'. Then likely, you'll 'plateau' for a bit then you will really see some progress, Just stay with it!"

She reached one hand up and stroked my cheek. "With you behind me I can't miss."

Time for the "conversation"? Not yet - why fuck up the evening so early.

She shyly asked me some questions about my family and I answered with no hesitation. What the kids were doing, their present plans and how often I get to see them. 

We sat in the two comfortable lounge chairs that faced the golf course and hills. She asked me about the business and did I really like what I was doing.

I got carried away and started off on fitness and the obesity problem in the U.S. and how to fight it. We finished the first glass of wine. I excused myself and went inside. I put the chicken in the oven and turned it on. It was gas so it heated really fast. I brought the wine bottle out to the patio.

Before I could say a word she took her phone out of her small purse. She looked at me shyly. "May I?"

What the hell. So I held her close, cheek to cheek and another Selfie was added to the collection. I took a deep breath. "Amy, do you date at all - I mean besides what you told me about the club scene and why you think you're too old for that."

"Truth is, Larry, I'm too old for most things socially. The boys at the Community College are just that - boys. I guess I'm just not in a social circle to meet what I would call worthwhile men."

"Well, God lady! You are beautiful and smart, you've got ambition and in six months or less you are going to be absolutely stunning - and full of new energy and well - I think something will happen."

She finished her second glass of wine and looked over at me. I think I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. "Larry? Are you trying to tell me something?"

Oh shit! She beat me to the punch. "Well, no, not really. It's just...for God sake Amy! I'm thirty years older than you. The only thing I'm trying to tell you is..." The fucking bell on the oven timer went off! I held up my hand. "Hold that thought!"

I ran into the kitchen, took out the chicken - perfect! Yeah - but just when I had a rhythm going and was ready to set some new rules of engagement - well, I'm not going to ruin one of my signature dinners - so...

"Amy! Come on in. Dinner is ready."

She closed the patio doors and came into the kitchen. She handed me the wine bottle. "I'm not sure I'm going to like what's coming next, so can I have one more glass of wine?"

I smiled and squeezed her shoulder. "Not too sure I am either - so I'll join you." I poured for both of us - bottle was about gone. 

"But first - dinner." I took her hand and led her to the table. There was still plenty of light from the sun setting on the patio, so I lit the candles and went back to the kitchen. Tony Bennett was singing "I want to be around" on Pandora when I brought the two plates and the salad to the table.

Neither of us said a word. She looked up at me. "You are a fabulous cook, Larry!"

I shrugged. "Well, living alone it's not too hard to either get good at it or learn to love Appleby's."

She laughed and stared into her now empty wine glass. She had barely touched dinner. "Larry, I know what you are trying to say. And yes, I'm well aware of our age difference." She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. "But Larry, I am living in the now. In the moment. Right now I am not looking ten or even five years down the line." She looked in my eyes and I could not look away. I need you. Not just for training and diet and things you could do for almost any overweight person in this town, I need the closeness and what you bring to my life. Do you understand?"

So, what was I supposed to say? I gave it my best shot, didn't I? Deep breath. I squeezed the hand holding mine. "I guess I do, Amy. I - I really don't know what to say."

"Well, right now with the candle light and this beautiful table..." Out came the camera. She kneeled beside me, held out her arm and the flash went off. She stayed kneeling beside me. "Don't say anything right now, okay? She took a deep breath. "Right now, can you show me the bathroom?"

I let out a guffaw. The tension in the room disappeared. I stood up and lifted her to her feet. We kissed in a passion. This time she pulled away. "Bathroom?" She said meekly.

I led her to my bedroom and pointed out the door to the master bathroom. She went in and closed the door. Now, why didn't I show her the other bathroom in the hall? Okay. I went to the table and began to clear dishes. I had most of it cleared and was whirling in my mind where the hell do we go from here.

I heard her voice from the bedroom. "Larry? Can you come in here, please?"

I put the dish down I was holding and walked slowly into the bedroom. Is it too late to step back? Or do I even want to? I'm a glass of wine behind her, but I'm feeling it nevertheless. The bedroom door was half open. I pushed it the rest of the way and stood in the doorway. Of course.

She was in my large king sized bed. The headboard was on the far wall, so when you sat or lay in bed you faced the door. Her dress, bra, panties and gold slippers were neatly folded on the chair near the bed. The covers were up above the waist and most of her breasts showed above the covers.

Okay, what the fuck! I walked over to the bed and sat down beside her, feet on the floor. "Amy? Are you sure?"

She reached out and took my face in her hands. The cover fell away and her breasts emerged completely. O my God! The pink nipples pointed at me and hardened as I stared at them. "Larry! Do you have any idea how long it has been since anyone has made love to me? I want you. I want your body. I want you inside me - now!"

She kissed me - sought my tongue with hers. She reached under my sports shirt and pulled it up over my head. She got on her knees and leaned into me. We were locked in an embrace with my arms around her and those incredible breasts pushed up against my bare chest.

I quickly separated myself, got off the bed and stripped. I had an erection worthy of a much younger man. She looked at it and seemed to gasp. Before I could get on the bed she grabbed my cock and held it. She looked into my eyes. Her eyes were misty.

"Larry, please?"

I climbed over her onto the bed and stripped the covers from her. She rolled a bit and was up against me. I pushed her down on the bed, sat back and looked at her. Her breasts had flattened out a little, but the nipples still stood at attention. Her belly was a bit slack and her arms were not yet firm. The legs however were sensational. They were slightly spread and she was looking at me with half closed eyes breathing shallowly and quickly.

I leaned down and kissed her lips gently. Her arms were at her sides and did not move. I kissed her ear and slipped my tongue inside. She groaned and her legs moved up. I kissed her neck and licked just below her neckline. Her hands came up to touch my hair. I reached down and began to fondle one nipple. She began to writhe on the bed.




Selfies



"Now Larry. Please now!" She whispered. 

I whispered back from just below her breasts. "Not yet, beauty. Just enjoy." 

I flicked my tongue across her stomach and felt it tighten. I got to her navel and swabbed it. She began to writhe under me. I let my hand brush across her crotch. I looked down. Fair, almost invisible blonde hair covered her vagina. I reached and let my middle finger graze the entrance. It was soaked.

Slowly, I opened the lips and began to stroke. She writhed even more and whispered "please, Larry, please."

But I wasn't ready. I wanted her ahead of me for the best of reasons. I slipped down on the bed until I was just above her vagina. I took one hand and moved her legs apart. They folded completely out. My tongue flicked across the opening. It was pink and oozing. I put my hand down and opened her. I took my hand and brought her vagina up to me. I found her clitoris and massaged it first with my finger and then with my tongue. I felt her breath coming faster and her hands tightening on my head.

She began to writhe more. She pushed my head down on her even farther. She began to shudder and a high pitched squeal came out of her mouth. "Now Larry! I'm cumming!! I felt her juices flood my tongue and my hand. I lapped at her and she came again. 

"Larry please! She whispered, "Your cock!In me now!"

I rolled over and took my cock in my hand. Thank God, still hard. I slid into her; easy with her juices still running. I began to slowly pump in and out going deeper with each stroke. She rose to meet me. 

I put my hands on those still plump buttocks but I could feel the gluteus muscles go to work. After about what must have been three minutes of steady action on both our parts I felt myself about to cum. Should I pull out? I couldn't if I wanted to. We were locked together.

"I feel you Darling! She cried. "Cum with me!" I did. Damn - I spurted like I hadn't in over a year. I pumped and she lifted and came and came. We both fell back away from each other, exhausted.

We both lay apart and quiet for a good three minutes. Then she slowly rolled over and cuddled in the crook of my shoulder. "Thank you Larry. Oh God. Thank you." She began to cry softly.

I took her face in my hands. "Amy, please - don't cry. Tell me what is wrong."

She lifted her head, I felt her hand creep down and hold my now flaccid little dick. "Nothing darling, nothing. I just - I never felt anything like that before."

I lifted my head. "Seriously?"

She nodded emphatically. "Never. I never had sex until my wedding night. We were in a motel about ten miles from this little town where I was raised and we really didn't have money for a real honeymoon. So, here we were. I knew Gerald was drunk. I drove, matter of fact. I went into the bathroom and changed into this little nightie I bought just for this night. I stepped into the room. Gerald was in bed with covers down and his hand on his penis. It was huge.

"He said 'come here, wife' and held out his arms. I walked to the bed and he grabbed me. He tore off my nightie and threw me down. He pushed himself inside me. Larry, it hurt so much! He grunted and came in about thirty seconds. He rolled off me and fell asleep."

"Oh God, Amy, I'm so sorry."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, that was it. He worked at a garage in town, not being quite good enough for a football scholarship to college. I worked as a waitress and finally got a job at the bank."

"Did your, umm, relationship get any better?"

She sat straight up in bed. I stroked her back. "God no, Larry! Twice a week he'd get drunk at the bar where he and his buddies hung out. He'd come home, go straight in the bedroom and call me to come in. Once when I didn't, he came out and threw me on the kitchen floor and well, raped me. My husband!"

She looked back at me and was crying. I pulled her back down. "Oh God, Amy! What did you do?"

"Small town. Big gossip. I finally just left. Went to Atlanta and got a job at a bank there. Then I filed for a divorce. He didn't resist it. Have never seen or heard from him since."

We fell asleep holding each other. I woke up when a flash went off almost in my eyes. I sat up.

There was Amy at the foot of the bed. "You were sleeping so peacefully - just had to take one. Can I take another?"

"Well..."

She jumped back in bed, pulled the covers all the way down, held her arm out and took yet another selfie. This one of both us stark fucking naked! 

Man, trust is a wonderful thing. She giggled like a school girl and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower go on, but decided for now, it was enough. Besides, like I said. I'm sixty. So, I'm lying in bed, listening to the shower and I hear her voice. 

"Larry, could you wash my back?'

Shit! I have half a heavy already. Who would have figured. I slid out of bed and into the bathroom. I have a tub, but right next to it a stall shower, large. She was standing under the water soaping herself. I opened the door and climbed in.

"You first!" She cried. She turned me around and soaped my back and then down both legs, taking particular time on my buns. Then she turned me around and started on my head, my face and my body down to my crotch. 

She knelt in the shower, warm water running and began to soap my cock and balls. Erection! She looked up at me and smiled.

She washed the soap off my cock and stroked it until it was really hard. Then slowly, tentatively, she put her lips around the head and started to lick it. 

She looked up at me as if asking permission. I nodded. She took more of me in her mouth and began to stroke the base with her hand. She began to pull on it with her mouth and lips. I felt it begin to rush in my balls.

"Amy! I'm cumming!" And I did. She kept sucking until I got small and had to brace myself against the walls of the shower. She stood and smiled at me bashfully.

"Would you believe, I've never done that before?"

I reached behind her and turned the shower off. "Really?"

She nodded, her blonde hair dripping around her shoulders. "Never."

"But..."

"Larry, the internet is an amazing learning tool."

We both laughed, hugged and dried each other off. She dressed slowly, I put on a pair of shorts and went into the living room. The dishes were both on the sink and still on the table.

She came out of the bedroom as I was clearing the last of the table. She was flushed and looked radiant.

"Larry, about what you said last night - or didn't get a chance to say."

I sighed and put the dishes in my hands in the sink. I looked at her across the kitchen counter. "Amy - obviously things are different than they were before dinner last night. I need some time to think about this. So do you."

"No Larry, I don't. I understand everything you said and I honestly don't care. I'd like to be a part of your life anyway you want me. I think I may be falling in love with you - but that's my problem. Not yours. But - I understand. What do you want me to do?"

I saw the tears starting to rise again. I came around the counter and took her in my arms again. "I want you to be happy, Amy. There is obviously incredible chemistry between us. We need to slow down, okay? Let's have lunch later in the week when we've had time to cool down and then, well, we'll discuss it, okay?"

She nodded, pulled away from me and moved quickly to the door. She went through it, closed it and I just stood there. Alright idiot - what have you gotten yourself into now?

o*****

But, it was not as hard as I thought. We did have lunch, both decided to cool things off a bit. I said I would coach her from time to time, but I hooked her up with a running group during the week and on Sundays. I kept track of her diet. Got her to take a yoga class three evenings a week that I paid for.

At the end of the first week I got a selfie of her. Naked. Two as a matter of fact - front and back. I got a hard on as soon as I opened the damned thing Next week the same thing.. But the progress was obvious and amazing. She was blossoming.

We had not seen each other in person since our lunch two weeks ago. I missed her. Had Herb make the bank drops. It was Sunday again. No football I cared about on television. Went through the Times with half an eye. I hadn't shaved since Friday morning. I was barefoot, wearing a sleeveless old running shirt and shorts with no underwear. I walked out on the patio...dammit! I have to see Amy.

I turned to come back in and the doorbell rang. Amy? I rushed to the door. Fucking Lorene! She was wearing a flowered blouse cut really low, and her small breasts were bursting out of it. She had shorts than barely covered her skinny ass and was wearing flip-flops.

"Hey Larry!" She called. "Was around the corner. Knew where you lived. Thought I'd come by and visit."

She waltzed into the condo and turned to face me. "Well, Don't I get a hello?"

I stared at her, still at the door. "Lorene. Well, this is a surprise. Did I miss your call?"

She flopped down in one of the wing chairs across from the couch. "I didn't call - you would have told me not to come. So, I came over to make up with you."

"Lorene," I walked over and sat on the couch. "We have nothing to make up about. We had a dinner together that did not turn out too well and so, that is that."

She stood and came over to the couch and flopped down beside me. "No, that is not 'that'!"

I scrunched to the corner of the couch. 

"Lorene..."

She reached over, threw her arms around me and tried to force her tongue into my mouth. I had nowhere to go. She pulled her head back. I smelled booze. "Well, you could meet me half way."

Just then my phone which was on the table beside me tinkled to tell me there was a message. In a defensive move I reached over and grabbed it. I tried to move around Lorene and opened the phone. Amy. Stark naked. Gorgeous. Lorene grabbed the phone from me. I reached but she leapt up from the couch.

"Well!" She practically screeched. "Young girls sending you porn? Is that what it takes to turn you on?"

I got up from the couch quickly and grabbed the phone from her. "It's not porn and it's none of your fucking business!"

Before I could say anything else, she had pulled off her blouse, stripped out of her shorts and bra. She wore no panties under the shorts. 

"There!" She shrieked. "You like 'em naked? Here I am!" She struck what I guess she thought was a seductive pose. Hands on hips, chest thrust out, Small breasts standing at attention.

I really did not know what to do. Truth? She really did not look that bad naked. "Lorene, please..." was all I could get out. 

She took three steps and was on me. Wriggling her crotch into me, reaching up to kiss me again. She grabbed one of my hands and put it on her left breast. "Squeeze it Larry! I want you to hurt me!"

Okay! I got hard. Dammit! She felt it - remember, I had nothing on under the running shorts. 

She smiled slowly. "Oh! There you are." She reached inside my shorts, still right up against me. She pulled out my cock and began to stroke it. Made it tough to back off.

Suddenly she was on her knees in front of me. My stiff dick was in her mouth. She was giving me a really great blow job. But no! This will not work. I took her gently by the head and pulled her off. She looked up at me, blinking.

"Wasn't I doing it right?" She asked. "Never had a complaint before."

I lifted her to her feet. "No, it really felt great. But Lorene - look - you are still fairly young, not at all bad looking. You don't need to do this."

"But - I love to suck dick, Larry. And I love to fuck. And I'm good at it. You have to admit that."

"Yes, you really are." I pulled up my shorts although my cock was still at half-mast. "But that is not me, Lorene. Sorry, it just isn't. Now please, get dressed and go home. I won't say anything and I trust you won't either."

She shook her head, turned away, put her clothes on and went out the door without a word.

o******

I walked out to the patio again. Jesus! What is wrong with me? So a skinny broad wanted to suck my dick and fuck me. And I sent her on her way. I had brought my phone out with me. I turned it on and up came Amy. She was slimmer, but not too much. In just a month? Incredible. But now it would start to get tough. She would plateau. She could not get discouraged. So I called. I'm a shit.

"Amy? Hi, it's - yeah. Umm...what are you doing now? Oh, really? Well, I was thinking about you - got the latest Selfie. You what? Oh. No, that's great. I'll be here."

Ten minutes later the bell rang and there she was. In a tight yoga outfit. Obviously we were not going out to dinner. She pulled me into the living room and down on the couch. Wasn't I just in this scene? She stood across from me and - dammit! Just like Lorene, less than an hour before, stripped in a minute. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her breasts at me.

"Well, see any changes - I mean you get Selfies. But how does it look live?"

"Amy! You are - are incredible. Amy, I've missed you - I just..."

She thrust herself on me and covered my face with kisses. "Please Larry, make love to me. Please. Larry - I even went on the pill. I want to be your lover - I don't care what comes next. Please."

Well, I also went on the pill. The daily dose "so you're ready when the time is right."

I lifted off the couch and took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She ran ahead of me and pulled the covers down and leapt onto the bed arms out to me. I slipped out of my shirt and shorts, jumped up in front of her, grabbed both breasts and kissed them fervently.

She pushed away and laid back. "Larry -it's been too long! But, don't I look better?"

I was sitting back on my knees staring at her. "You are so lovely. I am so proud of you. But you are due to plateau. Don't lose heart. The first weight loss is always the quickest. Stay with it, promise?"

She pulled me down on top of her. "As long as you will be here, I won't ever quit. Promise." She reached down and grabbed my cock and guided it inside her already wet vagina. We made love. I came - twice. Bless the little blue pill.

o*****

Six months later, Amy and I were having dinner together. At a fine restaurant. She had lost twenty pounds, her arms were toned, her breasts smaller but still incredible. We only got together about once a week and every time it got better.

The wine had been poured and I looked into her eyes. "Amy - I've come to a decision."

She acted as if I had slapped her. "What decision?"

I reached out and took her hand. "No! Don't panic! It's all good. Promise!" She relaxed. "I've talked about our age difference till even I got sick of hearing it. Amy, I've got maybe twenty five, even thirty five years of life left barring one of the deadlies."

She smiled. "At least that - and more."

"Well, if you'll have me - I'd like to spend those years with you. And screw anybody who laughs at us."

She teared up. "Larry! Oh God, I never hoped - I - are you sure?"

"Are you?"

"Yes! Larry Simmons, yes!"

"Hoped you'd say that. Called the kids today and they are on board. Sent them pictures of you and us together."

"Larry! You didn't!"

"NO! Not those pictures!"

We both laughed. Ate and drank and laughed through dinner. As the check came she asked the waiter to take a picture of the two of us. She smiled at me. "No, Larry - not a Selfie, okay?"

Okay.



Selfish



"Get out of the car," she commanded. He shook his head no. "I said get out of the goddamn car, slave." Instead of giving him another chance to defy her, she yanked him from the car by his tousled, black hair. Her five-inch heels brought them almost face-to-face. Her eyes scanned his entire body, his tiny perfectly brown nipples stood erect, and his firm chest was covered in goose bumps. Her eyes paused at the deep crevices in his hips; she licked her lips. She pulled him against her swiftly by the tie in his pants, and could feel his throbbing erection poke her thigh. 

Although blindfolded, he could feel and smell her hot, sweet breath on his cheek. She whispered, "You'll do as I say, or you will face the consequences. Do you understand me?" He wanted to laugh in her face; however, the homemade cloth gag prevented this, and he knew better than to disrespect his Mistress. 

In one quick motion she spun him in a circle so that his back was facing her chest. Her generous breasts heaved with every breath. His back was beautiful: strong, well defined, and the color of caramel. Pressing her bosom into him, she kissed his back and slid her leathered body against his naked torso. A muffled moan was released through the gag in his mouth, and before he knew it, she was pushing him toward a dimly lit, wooded area. 

"Walk quickly," she ordered with a hiss. A small part of her was afraid someone would see them and assume she was kidnapping a grown man. She snorted at the mere thought of it. Once in the woods, she led him to a clearing. "Sit right where you are. I need to gather some things." She dropped the leather bag that she carried into the woods with them, opened it, took a few items out, and lay them on the ground.

He was unaware of what she was about to do to him, a small part of him was terrified, and he felt his body shudder without a warning. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and in doing so, could smell a familiar smell--the river deep inside the woods where they would frequently come to make love. In spite of the coolness in the air, his skin felt warm and tingly. He sensed her standing next to him, and awaited further instruction, when his upper-thigh was greeted by the familiar sting of a leather crop. He knew this meant he must get up onto his knees, and he did so rapidly. 

She ripped off his pants, and threw them into the woods, which almost caused him to fall forward, but he managed to straighten and hold his ground. She didn't like him to show weakness, and this was her way of teaching him. She encircled him while sliding the suede flogger up and down his chest, back, and buttocks. His erection grew and throbbed with force, and he desperately wished his cock would shrink, so as not to give her the satisfaction of watching him enjoy this.

She raised the flogger and gave him one swift smack on the back. He didn't flinch, and so she hit him again and again, until a slight "Mmmph," escaped through the gag. His cock was completely rigid now, no matter how hard he tried to make it stop. It continued to grow, when finally a small amount of semen was released. She noticed the wet spot on the front of his underwear. Her clit pulsed, and she could feel her own moisture begin to seep into her leather panties, sliding relentlessly through her pussy lips. 

"You may fuck my pussy with your tongue slave, I'll give you one warning, and one warning only—do it right—or you'll be sorry," she ordered. She slid her soaked panties down just a little over her hips and bent over in front of his face. "Now, you may begin." He mercilessly and hungrily began to go back and forth from sucking on her clit to straightening out his tongue and fucking her with it. She came quicker than he would have thought, and cum trickled down his chin. He refused to stop there, and continued poking his tongue against the walls of her lips, and back to her clit once more. She cried out with pleasure, and was breathing hard enough he thought she might pass out. Instead of stopping, he sucked harder, and licked his way to her ass, and then back to her clit. She came once more and then shakily stood upright, stopping him.

"That will be enough," she uttered in a selfish whisper. She straightened her hair, and pulled her panties back up. She wanted him to see her, and removed the blindfold over his head. His pleading dark eyes looked slowly up at her, and she stared back, almost cold. "I bet you'd like me to suck your cock and fuck you, wouldn't you?" she questioned. He nodded yes. She then smacked him hard across the face. "How dare you? This little trip isn't about you or your pleasure, you bastard! This is about me, and me only. We're done here."



Selfish



He never should have been with her. As I see it he was always mine. I just had to show him. It took a little bit of time... okay, it took a LOT of time. But it was worth it. He needed me to show him how to be loved right and she wasn't the one to do it.

Well, let me start from what I guess is the beginning. The day I met him; Michael. This wonderful and talented man walked into my bookstore on a September day and changed my view of men forever. God he's so gorgeous and I can say this because I had never even been interested in a black man before him and I was sure that I didn't want anyone else after him. I remember standing behind the counter talking to Shelia when he came in, all 5 foot 10 of him. I was speechless...which probably explains why he walked in and out without me saying a word to him. I just saw the general direction he walked in.

 "Where you staring hard enough, Katie?" Sheila asked me as he walked out.

 "Obviously," I started, "I wasn't staring hard enough. He didn't even stop to look at me."

 "Maybe he did and you were staring too hard to notice."

 "Maybe you're right. So now let's just hope that Mr. Maybe walks back in here so I can command his attention."

 "Good luck with that."

 Hell I didn't need luck for this, I just needed an opportunity; and as I've heard before, if opportunity doesn't knock, build a door. My door was a change of wardrobe, at least temporarily. Gone were the faded

jeans and graphic tees I wore day to day. Those were replaced by fancy slacks, blouses and tight tops. Sneakers were converted to heels and my standard loose bun was transformed into my naturally flowing dark brown tresses. I even started wearing contacts again to replace my glasses. Customers, male and female, flocked to me on a daily basis. I think I was a fucking supermodel...for a week, which is about the amount of time that lasted. One, because I still hadn't seen him again up to that point and got discouraged and two, because that's all the fancy clothes I had and there wasn't a reason for me start rotating the same outfits week after week for some guy who may or may not show up. On the 8th day I was back to the jeans, sneakers, bun and glasses and lo and freaking behold he showed up, walked right past me and onto the magazine rack isle! Oh it was on.

 I crouched down behind the counter and pulled my hair out and in lieu of a brush, gave myself a once over with my hand in a compact mirror. By the time I stood back up he was headed towards the door without talking to me again!

 "Long time no see stranger!" I impulsively yelled out to him.

 "Who, me?" he replied in his sexy voice.

 "Yeah, you. I can't have my customers coming in here just every once in a while. I get worried." Wow I was putting on a show. Truth be told I noticed a few regulars here and there and even made a little small talk with them. But in four years there at Bookworm this was the first person who really grabbed my attention.

 "Well, it would help if you could tell me when my magazines are in. Maybe I could talk more with you and have a reason to show up frequently." Then he smiled...he was flirting with me! This was too perfect.

 "You know I don't often just give out store information to strangers."

 "I'm Michael. Does that make me less strange?"

 I had to smile back. "Only slightly."

 "Thanks...Katie," he said, looking at my nametag, which I'm sure was a little difficult since I'm all of 5' 1" on a good day. It didn't make it hard for me to stare into his dark brown eyes though. God they were gorgeous.

 Over the next few days he came by to see if his new magazines were out and to chit chat... which was TOTALLY okay with me. Turns out that he was waiting on issues of a few men's magazines as he's a model scout and some of his clients end up in print a lot. This month he anticipated two clients in Lowrider and one in Maxim. At first I felt a little self conscience around him because he dealt with nothing but beautiful models all the time who were in the magazines of the place I worked, more prominently displayed than myself. Come to find out that he's actually been jaded to the point where he likes 'plain' girls such as myself. He even liked my glasses and told me he didn't want to see me with them off. That's when I realized he was mine... until Georgia happened.

 Truth be told, things were going so well with us talking at work I never actually gave him my phone number or even got his. Then one day he pops up, tells me he's headed down for a photo shoot there and doesn't come back for 3 days! I missed him so much that I had to tell him how I felt when he got back. Problem is, like many men who travel, they end up picking something ugly up during their stay. Some bring back bad souvenirs, others bring home viruses...Michael came back with Liz....and paraded her through my store! He even introduced me to her like we had never met.

 I've known Liz for years though. Even though I've got a good 3 years on her, in a way she's been my rival. In my senior year in high school her freshman ass came through starting problems. Let's just say dicks were like keys to her and everyone got to fiddle with the lock. Within months she ran through the men of the school fucking teams, boyfriends (including mine), teachers, you name it. I didn't even care that she did that. I cared that she just seemed to not give a fuck about all the lives she tore up in the process. I wasn't so devastated when Chris decided to be an idiot and fuck her because I knew we wouldn't last anyway. But when a couple of teachers got fired and some best friends of mine got burned, I was done. Now the one person I wanted was with her...but I was a little too selfish to let him go.

 I let him know about her history but it didn't faze him at all. He wasn't in love but he thought she was a great girl so he wasn't trying to be taken in with what I had to say. It was so frustrating dealing with it because I had really just gotten into him and now it was like he was being taken away from me. I knew what would happen in the end though, I for the time being I let it go, playing the best-girl-friend-on-the side-hiding-her-emotions role, waiting for her sham relationship to fizzle.

 We still talked everyday in the store (he found a reason to come in daily...me) on the days I was there and when I wasn't we finally exchanged numbers so calling him up was never an issue. We discussed everything under the sun; his marriage plans (he wants to!), why he hates dogs, music, my Syrian background, how he got started as a scout...pretty much everything I'm sure he never discussed with his tramp. He never even talked much about her really, but she did take up enough of his time to irritate me. There were times we would be on the phone and he would answer her calls and never come back. Other times he just didn't answer because he was sleeping in her bed or vice versa. But again, that didn't upset me as much as when the bitch hung up on me.

 Michael and I were on the phone late one night and apparently she got pissy because her man was more interested in talking to me than her. She grabbed his phone that he pays for and hung up on me! I was done being nice and accepting of her at that point. For a couple of months I just let this perfect man tumble around with this heifer, wasting my time in the process. He never should have been with her. As I see it he was always mine. I just had to show him.



 "So Michael."

 "Yes Katie."

 "What is it that she does for you? I mean, why are you with her?"

 "She's a good person-"

 "That's cute that you think that, Michael, but there are a lot of good people in the world and you aren't with them. What makes her better than anyone else?"

 "..."

 "Because here's what I see...all you seem to be doing is fucking her. I know this because all you do is talk to me when you aren't. That means that there's nothing being said between you two from what I can tell. Hell, you could be fucking someone like me and be better off. You don't even have anything in common with her except for the fact that she's a model and you're a scout."

 "Ah, I get it now."

 "You do?"

 "This isn't about what makes her better than anyone else. You want me to tell you how she's better than you."

 "Not exactly."

 "Oh no?"

 "No. Reason being is because she's NOT better than me, period."

 "Where are you going with this?"

 "Why aren't you with me?"

 "Because she had the balls to ask first." And that was the answer. I felt like the second commenter on a blog. I couldn't believe that shouting out 'first' actually mattered this time. What about being the best? I was the best! And he would see that soon. Sooner than I expected. About four days after that conversation he comes to my door late at night, banging like he's a cop. I wasn't really expecting company so I was just lounging around in only a football jersey eating a bowl of Ramen noodles and watching Love, Actually for the 100th time. I answered it and immediately he barged in, clothes torn and tattered and looking a little roughed up.

 "Oh my God baby," I said, shocked, "did you just get into-"

 "I can't believe this shit!" He yelled to no one in particular, pacing my living room floor.

 "What happened?" I yelled back it him.

 "Liz happened," he told me.

 "Well I'm sure you didn't fight her to end up like this."

 "No, but I did get into it with her goons. Fucking idiots."

 "What?"

 He finally started to calm down, pacing within a smaller radius. "She had been acting really funny recently. Bitching me out on the phone over dumb shit, starting fights in front of her friends, just a lot of shit. She hasn't even been wanting to have sex as much and I was wondering why. I get there today and come to find out that she's fucking everybody she knows! And didn't bother to tell me a thing. Not a

fucking thing."

 "I knew it," I said, whispering to myself.

 "And when I get there she's having some big ass party and right in front of me she's getting tagged teamed! I try to break it up and they jump me and kick me out of the place. This is my girlfriend!"

 "I'm sorry, Michael but...she was not your girlfriend. She's community property. Also has been, always will be."

 "Oh yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to hear from you right now! My girl of the last few months turns out to be the town bicycle and you want to crack jokes?! I expected better from you."

 "But you couldn't have expected better from her could you?"

 "What's that supposed to mean?"

 "Michael, you knew she wasn't shit to begin with. Why did you even bother?"

 "Why are you bothering me with all this guilt trip I told you so shit? I thought you were my friend?"

 "I'M MORE THAN YOUR FRIEND!" I didn't know where that comment came from but it came out and it stopped everything that was going on. He sat there with a blank stare on his face and after looking into those adorable eyes of his for a moment I knew I had to be just what I told him; more than a friend. Without saying a word I stormed into my room to put on some pants, shoes and a different shirt and grabbed a towel for him.

 "Give me the keys to your apartment. I'm going to get a change of clothes for you. You're staying here tonight."

 "Look I app-"

 I dug into his pants pocket and pulled out his keys. "That wasn't an option, Michael. I know you don't feel any danger or anything like that but I would feel more comfortable if you stayed here tonight. I think it would keep you away from trouble."

 "You mean her, right?"

 "I already said trouble. Take this towel and get in the shower. I'll be back in a little bit."

 "Fine, thank you."

 "I love you."

 "What?"

 Shit. I didn't think about that before I said it. "I'll be back," I replied and hurried out the door. I couldn't believe that I told him but it was the truth and he should hear it. I thought long and hard on the ride to his apartment; about what I should say to him, why he should be with me and why I feel I need him in my life. I got to his apartment and I could just see it everywhere. He needed a woman's touch to help him out a little. He wasn't messy but his house was "lived in." Cups here and there, fridge half empty and he was damn near out of all the toiletries in his bathroom. Even his closet was a little cluttered but... in a cute way. His had the best fashion sense I knew and for what he does he better! I really love that man. I gathered up a duffle bag full of clothes and made my way back out to his car. I got home and noticed that Michael wasn't in my immediate view and headed towards my room to drop off his bag. The only other possible place he could be was the bathroom, which I found peculiar because I had been gone about 45 minutes, so I walked in and found him lying down in a tub full of hot water and the room filled with steam.

 "Did you know your shower is broken?" he said.

 "What? Are you serious?"

 "Yeah. It's the only reason I'm taking a bath."

 "Well, I take more baths than showers so it's probably been like that for a while. Thanks for letting me-"

 "Why did you tell me you love me?"

 I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the shower. "That was a stupid question," I said nonchalantly.

 "I don't think it was. You don't just tell somebody you're not in a relationship with that you love them and expect nothing of it."

 "I didn't mean to say it to be honest with you but I don't regret it. I don't regret anything."

 "So why did-"

 "I do love you, Michael, but I didn't mean for it to come out when it did. You and I obviously have a connection..."

 "Yeah, as friends, because you didn't want to make anything more of what we could have had when you had the chance."

 "What? That's bullshit and you know it! I was putting in every bit of free time I had into you and you fucked that up but staying attached to the first slut who fucked you! I'm not that slut, Michael! I'm better than that! You're better than that and we both know it! That's why I've been waiting around for this bullshit to fade. I'm the one who talked to you, I'm the one who cared what happened and I'm the one that you came to on your own. You knew I loved you, Michael!"

 He got a little peeved and stood up in the bath water, exposing himself. "How in the fuck could I have known?! You didn't say shit to me! You just let this go on like it were nothing instead of talking about it...this...whatever. How was I supposed to know?!"

 That pissed me off. I couldn't believe that after all these months he was that blind! This was not the man I knew; that caring and sensitive person who know me like he knew himself. I stomped in his direction and pushed him back down, splashing water all over the tile in my bathroom.

 "Look at me, Michael! Look at me!" I hopped into the tub with him, still fully clothed just to let him know how serious I was. That's when the tears started to fall. "How could you look me in my eyes and not see? I could you doubt the fact that I love you? The fact that you are in my house when that bitch played you and you are here with me? How could you deny that?"

 And then I saw it in his eyes...he finally saw it. He looked like he had been lost for so long and knew that he was found. He was speechless...so was I. I reached out and kissed him, he kissed back. Not only that, but he felt me... groped me... caressed me. Without the water I felt his heat. He needed me like I needed him and he was going to love me like I loved him. My job then was to show him how. I pulled my soaked shirt off and tossed it to the side. My bra followed suit and upon letting out my breasts, Michael began lick and nibble on them, right to left, taking his sweet time as the water splashed in his face. I couldn't do anything but moan as he joyfully sucked on my chest. He held me tightly as sat on his lap, causing me to get even more turned on by his hard dick poking me through my jeans. I wrestled briefly from his embrace in order to maneuver my pants off (which is VERY hard to do in a tub filled with water and two people inside) as well as my panties and sock, leaving all of it in the bottom of the tub, wanting to feel him more than I cared about where my shit was placed. Immediately he took advantage of me, pulling me close to him again, producing a wave behind us as he easily placed himself inside of me for the first time.

 I've never been shot but I'm sure his dick mimicked that feeling. I felt burning but not in a bad way, just from that feeling of an unexpected entry. I froze for a moment, paralyzed by him, clenching him tightly before letting out a soft groan that made my body go limp. I almost laid motionless but he stopped that by moving himself up and down, making me grip his shoulders as I closed my eyes tightly, receiving all that he had to offer me. I kept whispering, "Michael...Michael...," over and over as he made love to me. No words were said by him though; strictly 'ooh's' and 'ahh's' as he continued to push inside of me. He began to get wilder over a short period of time, gravitating to harder grunts in comparison to my soft coo's and I loved every second of it. The sounds he made showed that he was making every effort to please me and the feel of his movements insured that I wasn't about leave. He bent my head towards his, looked me in the eyes for a moment and shed a tear as he pulled me closely for a tongue kiss. The electricity going through me at the time was evident as he made another move pushing his dick into me so far that I almost jumped out of the tub!

 As I came down, he swiftly turned me around to fuck me from behind. Once again, he didn't bother talking or giving instructions, I just felt his hands grab me, the water slash and the next thing I knew I was facing the mirror to the sink in front of me, looking at Michaels chiseled body as he pierced my pussy, moving more water out of the bath. His hands felt marvelous as he ran his fingers down my spine while simultaneously pumping me slow. His touch was firm as his other hand pulled my body towards his by my waist, at the time I couldn't tell how big he was but I knew his size was driving me crazy. There were no more soft moans, just cries of ecstasy as he showed me the extent of what he wanted to give to me for so long. 

 This was exactly what I needed. My hands couldn't even hold on to the edge of the tub anymore, they fell to the other side a while ago. I caught myself coming hard after a few minutes, making me scream out his name again, echoing it through the large room. His only reply was that he could feel me tightening up around him and quickened his pace. My legs damn near couldn't take it, shaking non-stop under what was left of the water, tapping both ends of the porcelain. As I peaked I froze again, reaching back towards him with my right hand and latching onto his bicep. He then pumped his hardest strokes about a second and a half apart, making me yell out for him again, this time hearing his scream out as well.

 I started to rescind from my sexual high and felt the need to relax and continue with him. I gathered enough strength to push back on him and make him fall again. He did as I had hoped, sitting back down in the water. I turned to look at him and only pointed my finger in his direction and he knew not to move. I turned on the hot water again, adjusting it for temperature, filling up the tub about 2/3 of the way before stopping it.

 Slowly, I backed up to him again until I found my back to his chest. My right hand felt behind me in the water until I found his dick still waiting for me. I smiled and lowered myself onto him, gradually moving in circles once I reached his base. Again, the size took me by surprise but I needed to make love to him like he had never experienced before, so there was no more jumping on my part. I tilted my head back to him and kissed him delicately and he caressed my breasts while I moved between his legs. 




Selfish



I watched small waves travel away from us as we made love right there; no splashing, no rushing, just his lips on my neck and me continuing to circle him, never going faster than when I started. His hands started to roam and he made his way towards my clit, massaging me in his own circles as mine continued. I breathed heavy as the sensation rushed throughout my body and I finally felt him pulsate, anticipating his oncoming rush. My circles turned into sharp movements of my hips back and forth while his fingers guided me; he called my name out loudly and held me close again as he filled me with his love, causing me to come yet again, this time, with my man. 

 "I love you too, Kate," he told me. "And I was mad because I didn't think you loved me back.

 Without facing him, I told him, "Don't ever think like that. I know that I'll always love you, Michael. No two people go together better than you and I. Know that."

 "I do baby."



 We lay in that tub together, talking for what seemed like hours until the water got cold. He dried me off in my bedroom, put lotion on my entire body and made love to me yet again. Liz actually called at some point during that night but Michael never answered his phone. In the next couple of months she left a few voicemails asking for him back and apologizing for what happened but those apologies fell on deaf ears. He had finally found the love he was deserving, not just a lay. What he had found was me. But really, he never should have been with her. As I see it he was always mine. I just had to show him. And now that I have, he's not going anywhere.



Selfish



My breath finally released. It must have been an hour that it held like that. Caught in my throat, unable to move up or down. A lump that matched my feeling. And there I stood, my breath clumped at the base of my throat and my eyes held in utter fascination and anticipation. I haven't moved for the hour that my breath was held and now I'm stiff and disjointed.

Should I have announced my presence? Coughed or scuffled my feet outside the door? I heard the moan and pushed it ever so open. Did I expect someone else? I don't know, really. I don't care either, right now.

I watched. Through the little crack between door and frame and the mirror over the dresser. Watched with my breath bated. Held. Lumped in my neck. Unable to push it one way or the other.

Your beautiful fingers separated the petaled folds of your flowering. Pushed them gently but firmly aside. Pinned them there, open and waiting. I could see the glistening of dew and moisture. Hot, wet and wild, I couldn't help but think and I almost moaned myself.

Once pinned to the sides, your fingers probed inside. First they pushed into you steaming hole. Pushed in and pulled back. Again and another time. I repressed another moan, but you, you gave one out. A full, throaty, engaged moaning that reverberated at the base of my scrotum. Oh, I've heard that moan and loved it! That's the moan that means that everything is right with the world. The one that echoes within my heart.

Your fingers push in again and force another soul shaking moan from you. And I'm enraptured! Captured! Held there. Could I make a noise and stop you? Never! I can only watch as a deer watches. As a child stares at the colorful streamers waving in a blue sky. Delight and hope flutters within and wages life with anything that would show these banners false.

I watched and reveled in the vision. Your fingers moved, slowly up to the delicate budding. I could see it stretching out to your touch. Saw it stiffen from here. It woke, aroused and lifted. Your finger placed just the pad upon it. Lightly, softly, barely pressuring, the finger moved against your clit and circled.

My tongue flicked out without my knowledge or consent and tasted my lips. I was surprised they were without sweat. It felt to me as though heat were pouring forth from my pores, though my skin felt quite cool.

As your finger touched your clit, brushed against it, really. Moving in tiny circlets. I could just see droplets of glisten. Miniature beads of wetness and my tongue tasted it. Felt the wetness in the air. From afar.

Your lips were yet pinned open and I don't remember ever seeing anything as inviting. My awareness moved from my tongue to my fully hardened cock it was bursting the seams of my jeans. The cloth holding it back was stretched to breaking and where they met, my pulsing member and the taut clothing, it hurt. Ached from the tip to the base of my balls where they had drawn up wanting to spew their load.

I thought of taking it out. Unzipping my pants, releasing my rock hard cock and wrapping my hand around it. Stroking slowly, in time with your circles. My palm light upon the sensitive underside and my fingers resting over the top. I could push out away from my body and pull back in until it spasmed and jerked and shot a glop of jism onto the doorjamb. I wanted to so badly but feared making the noise that would stop you.

I groaned. Completely involuntarily. Fortunately, it came in time with your own moan. A particularly loud one. Your tempo had changed. You were tugging at your stiff little clit now. Pulling at it and spreading your wings further. They were so wide I could see a stream of liquid slipping out and down along the puffy pink lips. Sliding in a steady drizzle toward your anus.

I was positively enthralled by that rivulet. The way it ran in such a thin channel. I knew it was spreading underneath you because I have placed my hand there, on your ass, after you have been this wet and felt how it puddles there. The beguilement for me was not just the way you were enjoying yourself so thoroughly, but in the knowledge of that feeling. I know how you react intimately. I know how it feels to be inside you when the tempo steps up and the moan becomes loud and long and heartfelt -- just as it did now.

My cock leapt in this knowledge and anticipation and lust. It gave a a violent lurch against my jeans and made me double over with the intensity. Your moan was louder yet and your fingers moving with purpose and deliberation. I could virtually see the steam rising from your pussy and your ass made little lifts and circles. Your back was arcing into your fingers, pushing your clit out even as it reached and stretched itself. I could see it stiff, hard as my cock. As your red and puckered nipples that jutted from the tips of your tits.

My mouth watered. My cock ached. My throat was a lump of breath and my balls pained for release when I saw the shivering start. Your breasts, the delicate mounds I love to kiss and suck began shaking just that little bit. Just enough to see if you stared. Then your belly, flattened with the positioning on your back. I saw it shimmering and twitching.

You gave a ferocious set of moans and I would have but that my breath now had clogged all thought and sound. My cock jolted and tried to gain enough friction or pressure to set it off and release the wad blockaded inside.

Then you burst. The bed was shaking and you were moaning and seeing this was awe inspiring. Seeing this as now, from without. Always before it had been with me touching you and feeling the tremors. Having the spasms milking my cock buried deep within you.

And you moaned and thrashed and shook. And finally, at last and after too long, my breath let loose. Came out as a gasp and a sigh all wrapped together.

And with your breathing fast and heavy, and a panting quality to your voice, you said "don't just stand there. Come finish with me." 



Selfish Bitch (Full Version)



When I met my husband he already owned a nice house and earned a decent income - just the sort of man I was looking for who could give me a good standard of living and an easy life.

I've always been a horny bitch and a complete slut, particularly with big cocked black men, and had no intention of giving up that side of my life! So whilst my future husband was courting me I carried on with my nymphomaniac life behind his back, but I gave him the best sex he'd ever had and he was soon completely smitten. 

When I hinted at marriage after 3 months he jumped at the chance, so in no time I was ensconced in his lovely home and spending his hard earned cash for fun!

Very soon after moving in with him I started to reduce the amount of sex we had whilst still having affairs behind his back. He was so frustrated and horny all the time but that just made me want to extend the intervals between the times that I let him fuck me! The more I denied him sex the more he went out of his way to please me. I suppose he knew deep down that I was too good for him and that I'd leave him if he made too much fuss about his lack of sex.

I gave up work after we married and my days usually consisted of a trip to the gym followed by a "massage" with one of the black studs there, then out for lunch with my girlfriends followed by a fantastic session with one of my lovers, usually in my own bed. I refuse to use condoms as I love the feeling of a powerful cock pumping me full of cum.

I always dress like a complete slut - skimpy tops, tiny G strings, short skirts and high heels. Sometimes I wear hold up stockings as well, depending which particular stud or (studs) are going to be pounding their cocks into me that day.

Hubby's life revolved entirely around me so he never objected when I went out in the evening, frequently staying out all night and then coming home sometime the next day with an excuse about sleeping at one of my girlfriends houses. Before I left I always gave him a list of chores to do while I was out enjoying myself and spending his money. Pathetic wimp!

If I was at home when hubby got in from work I used to let him lick my feet while I watched black man/white woman porn films. I also allowed him to go down on me for hours, something which he loved doing. He got the privilege of rubbing baby oil into every bit of my body, but of course that just made him even more horny and frustrated. I would lie there taunting him about how much i enjoy it when all the black muscle men at the gym want to help me with my workout, remind him that I wear very little when I'm there so they can see I've got plenty to offer and they take any excuse to touch me - something which I encourage with plenty of flirting! Then I'd tell him how big their cocks look through their tight shorts, how horny I get when I'm near them and how he's a wimp in comparison. Obviously he didn't know that dozens of them had already had me numerous times, so he believed he was hearing the build up to me eventually fucking one of them. I loved making him tell me how long it is since I let him have sex and then tell him that if he was a real man he could have it all the time. "But you're more suited to going out working so that I can have an easy life, that's what wimpy men are for. Sex is for studs"

One evening while he was going down on me I felt the urge to pee, but couldn't be bothered getting up off the sofa, so I told him he was going to drink it and that he'd better not let any leak out. He fastened his lips tight onto my pussy and I emptied my bladder into his mouth. He just managed to gulp it all down without any spillage. I asked him if he enjoyed it and he nodded, so I told him he could drink all my pee from now on if he wanted and he thanked me!

I forbade him to masturbate so that he'd be totally focussed on my needs - obviously he wasn't with me 24/7 so he may well have sneaked the odd wank when he was at work, but I soon figured out what to do about that!

Our local sex shop is owned and run by Karl, a well endowed black man with whom I'd spent a few afternoons in the back of his shop. I walked in on this particular day to find that I was the only customer, so he grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips whilst slipping his hand up my very very short skirt and playing with my clit. God he was one fucking horny bastard! In no time he'd locked the door and we were on the bed in the back room, with me riding his fantastic cock while he mauled my tits and squeezed my ass. After giving me a couple of wonderful orgasms he started to cum and emptied his bollocks deep inside me - god he is one magnificent fuck!!

As we lay there afterwards I told him that I wanted a cock cage with a lock so that I could stop hubby wanking altogether, unless I unlocked him - which I had no intention of doing. I also told him how turned I get at the thought of my caged up hubby grovelling at Karl's feet then gagging on his cock while he groped me to his hearts content. This soon got him going again so he pushed my head down onto his cock and I willingly devoured it, licking and sucking his cock and balls for ages until he eventually grabbed my head tightly and once more emptied his bollocks into me - it felt like I was swallowing a gallon of cum and I fuckin loved it!

We went back through to the shop where I chose the most expensive cock cage he had. It had a control box that could receive text commands from a mobile phone which would then send an electric shock into his cock and balls. It was variable as well, depending on the number you texted to it! I tested it and the middle setting really stung my hand so I could only imagine how much pain it could inflict on hubby's sensitive bits! The only problem was that it needed a newly charged battery fitting every week, but I figured I could make sure I was around to do that.

Karl offered to let me have it for nothing but I explained that I wanted to pay for it on hubby's credit card - It gave me a buzz signing away £800 of hubby's hard earned cash to the man who'd been fucking me for the last hour, especially when it was to pay for his own cock cage! My next stop was an expensive jewellers shop where I bought myself a gold ankle chain for £500, again on hubby's card.

I went back home and when hubby got in from work I was laid on the sofa naked watching another black man/white woman porn film. I told him to strip and go down on me, which he eagerly did - unknowingly cleaning all that lovely cum out of me. While he was down there I explained that I'd got a present for him that would make sure he didn't wank without my permission. He objected but I told him that if he didn't go along with it I wouldn't let him lick my pussy or my feet, so obviously he reluctantly accepted. I sent him off to get a bag of peas from the freezer and ordered him to press it against his cock and balls. Sure enough his little hard cock soon became a very little soft cock. I fitted the cage, snapped the lock shut and then gave him the gold chain. I told him to clip the key onto the chain and then fit it round my ankle. Symbolic and very very sexy!!

I then told him he could lick my feet as a reward, which he duly did. While he was down there I explained that he must never ask for release and that I would decide when to let him out. If he ever asked, or even hinted, that he wanted to cum, I'd extend his chastity time. Little did he know that he was never getting out of it anyway - Very soon he'd be watching other men emptying their balls into his wife then sucking their cocks clean, while he wasn't even allowed to wank, ever - I'm such a bitch and I love it!!

One of my studs told me about anal orgasms, but he said not many people could achieve them because they required hours of stimulation with a cock, tongue or dildo. Obviously this appealed to me so I started having my caged hubby lick my ass for hours on end, into the early hours of the morning, even though he had to be up early for work. This wasn't a problem for me because I could just lie in bed all day if I felt like it while he was out working long hours earning the cash that I frittered on sexy clothes, long lunches, nights out etc. Sure enough the anal orgasms were fantastic and I soon had him tonguing deep into my ass night after night. He couldn't resist because he was totally obsessed with me. He usually finished me off about 3am so then I began "allowing" him to go downstairs and spend the rest of the night kneeling naked on the kitchen floor licking a pair of my slutty stiletto shoes until 7am, then he had to go straight off to work with no sleep at all. To top it all he actually thanked me for the privelige!

I had an agenda with all this - I wanted to wear him out so that he'd accept anything I wanted and eventually become a full time cuckold slave to me and my lovers. It really turned me on to think of him grovelling at the feet of one of my well hung black studs then begging to suck his cock, while he kissed and fondled every bit of me. Hmmmmmm! I'm getting wet just writing this - time to ring one of my lovers I think!

After a few days without sleep he was worn out so I moved things on - Another fantastic cock fest with Karl at the sex shop and I came home with a riding crop and an enormous black dildo shaped like a realistic cock and balls. That evening I knelt on all fours on the sofa and had hubby lick my ass while he fucked me with the dildo. I told him how much it turned me on having a big cock up me and that I was fantasising about a well hung black man fucking me. I told him how much better the black dildo felt compared to his pathetic worm, then I eventually had a wonderful orgasm. I laid back to relax and told him to kneel in front of me and hold the dildo at his face height. Next I told him to imagine that he was kneeling in front of a big black stud who'd just fucked me and that the stud had ordered him to lick his cock and balls clean. He didn't respond so I snapped "Suck my lover's cock now wimp!!" This shocked him and he started tentatively licking it. I told him to suck it deep down into his mouth and fellate it like he was trying to make my lover cum. God this was turning me on so much! He started sucking it properly and I then instructed him to stroke my lover's balls while he sucked. "Come on wimp this real man has just fucked me in front of you and given me a fantastic orgasm. Show that you know your place and suck him off"

After a while I told him to bend over, but carry on sucking, then stood over him holding the riding crop and began gently lashing his exposed back. He groaned but carried on with his dildo blow job. I didn't want to hurt him yet, just get him used to me whipping him.

"Don't you dare stop sucking my lover's cock until I order you to wimp. I'm whipping you so that you know your place and you'll just accept it, understand?"

He mumbled something so I gave him a few more strokes. I was leaving faint marks but not doing any damage.

After a couple of minutes I realised that whipping him was making me horny! So I started increasing the speed and force that I used. He was moaning but with a mouthful of black dildo he couldn't say much. The harder I hit him the hornier I got and I was soon getting carried away.

I sat down, told him to stop sucking and get his face between my legs. His tongue felt great but I looked down at his back covered in livid red lines and just had to give him some more of the crop. Each time I hit him I felt his tongue jerk on my clit - very nice too! So I gave it him harder and harder. He was making plenty of noise between my thighs and eventually he pulled away saying he couldn't take it any more. His back was covered in deep lashes so I said:

"OK, you've had enough for now, get my lover's cock back in your mouth and suck him off"

He was in my way while I was watching TV so I made him crawl off to a corner of the room to carry on with his dildo blow job. He didn't even try to object and I knew then that I would soon have him enslaved.

After an hour I said "I'm off to bed soon but I was thinking of allowing you to kneel naked on the kitchen floor all night sucking the G string that I've had on all day. Would you like that?" He took the cock out of his mouth and nodded vigorously "Yes please!!"

"I'm only thinking of it, I've not said you can yet. Follow me through to the kitchen on all fours"

So as I walked through in just stilettos and skimpy G string he crawled behind me.

I then sat on the edge of the kitchen table and told him to lick the sole of my shoe. this he did straight away, while I told him that I'd worn these same shoes at a night club a couple of days ago and the toilet floor was awash with piss that I'd had to walk through. He stopped licking so I snapped at him and sure enough he went straight back down to carry on. Next I said:

"How much do you want to suck my G string?"

"More than anything!!"

"So if you could have one wish now it would be to suck my G string and taste me on it?"

"Oh God! Yes!"

"More than anything in the world?"

"Yes!! more than anything in the world!"

"Right, in return for me just thinking about possibly letting you have the honour of sucking my G string you'll have to accept a lot of changes"

"Anything! Anything at all"

"Firstly, you're going to start working far more hours - a minimum of 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, with no days off, ever, so that I've got more money to fritter. I, of course, will continue to live a life of leisure,OK?" "12 hours a day, every single day?" he mumbled as he carried on lapping away at my shoe.

"That's what I said, minimum of 12 hours a day EVERY single day or you you can forget sucking my G string"

"But I'll be worn out in no time"

"Not my problem, I just want you out there earning plenty of cash for me to spend on my life of leisure, so, what's the answer?" I said, as I slipped my fingers inside my tiny G string to play with my clit.

He stared up at me watching every move of my fingers, then said:

"Ok I'll do it"

"Well of course you will, you're obsessed with me. Now then, I've not let you have sex for months so we'll make it a permanent thing - You'll never have sex again, ever" He went quiet for a while so I kicked him with the shoe he was licking "Well, answer me!"

"OK" he replied

"Not good enough" I said "Beg me never to let you have sex again" He didn't respond so I told him he'd lost any chance he had of sucking my G string. "Ok!" he said quickly

"I beg you never to let me have sex again, ever"

"Better, but obviously I've no intention of giving up sex so you'll accept me taking lovers"

No answer, so I raised my voice:

"Beg me to have sex whenever I want!!"

He replied: "Please don't do this, I love you and I can't stand the thought of you having sex with other men"

I laughed and told him it was way too late for him to worry about that!

Then I followed it with:

"Look, you are on the floor licking my shoes even though I've told you they're covered in stale piss. Your little cock is caged up under my control and you've accepted my ruling that you'll never have sex again in your life and work ridiculously long hours while I do nothing. You aren't a man, you're a pathetic wimp and if you don't agree to my demands I'll leave you and take you for every penny you've got. Can you imagine how you'd feel without me in your life wimp?"

"I couldn't bear it if you left me"

"Precisely, and I'll be having sex with whoever I want anyway, whether you agree or not, so do as you're told, now!"

And he uttered the magic words:

"I beg you to have sex whenever you want"

My god, I knew he was obsessed with me but I thought he'd have put up more of a fight about me cuckolding him - fucking wimp!

He was mine now, but just to make sure there was no confusion I said:

"Beg me to cuckold you with any man, or men, I want."

Sure enough he repeated it word for word!

"I beg you to cuckold me with any man or men you want"

"Beg me to have sex in our bed while you're out working all those hours"

"I beg you to have sex in our bed while I'm out working all those hours"

"Beg me to have sex in front of you and make you watch"

"I beg you to have sex in front of me and make me watch"

"Beg me to humiliate you in front of my lovers"

"I beg you to humiliate me in front of your lovers"

I smiled to myself and then moved on:

"Also I want to spend all my time doing things I enjoy, like sex with black studs, and household chores just get in the way, so from now on you'll take over all the housework. I want the place kept spotless; all my laundry done perfectly, cooking, shopping, gardening, waiting on me, everything. I won't be lifting a finger to help. If it needs doing it's your job and I never want to have to remind you to do anything. OK?"

"But I won't have time if I'm working 12 hours a day"

"For a start I said you'll be working a MINIMUM 12 hours a day, which means I expect far more than that most of the time. And secondly that still leaves hours and hours for housework, so there's not a problem. If all your chores are done you might still be able to catch a few hours sleep, but if not then that's your problem not mine"

"OK" He mumbled, but he was beaten now so I pushed him further:

"From now on I'll do whatever I want, with whoever I want, where I want and when I want. You'll just do as you're told. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand"

"You are now just a slave and nothing more"

"Yes"

"Yes mistress to you!"

"Yes mistress" he replied.

"You exist to be used by me"

"Yes mistress"

"I'll use and abuse you in any way I see fit and you'll worship me for it"

"Yes Mistress"

"Right stop licking my shoe and look up at me"

I then stood up and slowly slid my tiny string off, something which always turned him on to watch. He groaned and opened his mouth as I dangled it in front of him and stood over him naked again apart from my slutty stilettos. The desire in his eyes was fantastic to see and I knew that his whole focus at that moment was to get my string in his mouth and taste me on it.

So obviously I said:

"I've decided you can't suck it, but you'll spend the night looking at it and playing with your nipples until it's time for work in the morning"

With that I dropped it on the floor and walked out, leaving my newly enslaved cuckold hubby kneeling naked on the floor, staring at my tiny G string and stroking his nipples. He's always had sensitive nipples so I knew his cock would be bursting in it's cage all night long. I'm such a fucking cow and I love it!

I spent an hour in bed having phone sex with one of my studs, before drifting off to blissful sleep.

Next day I called at the sex shop again and bought a butt plug for hubby. While I was there, Karl kissed me and stroked my thigh. My pussy was wet straight away so I responded immediately and we snogged and fondled each other before he picked me up and carried me through to the back. I couldn't wait to feel that fat black cock inside me again!

We fell onto the bed and carried on exploring each other's bodies and kissing passionately, then he turned me onto my side and got behind me, still kissing the side of my neck and stroking my nipples. I felt the head of his cock press against my ass so I wriggled against it. Gradually he eased it in and began a slow bum fuck that sent me wild. He reached round and played with my clit and in no time I was cumming very loudly! Not long afterwards I felt him tense up and then that warm feeling of him pumping me full of cum as he groaned and told me I was the best fuck in the world.

God he's fucking good! How on earth did hubby with his pin dick ever think he could satisfy me?! All he's good for is earning money, doing housework and waiting on me hand and foot, which is exactly what I've got him doing! I decided I wanted us to have a sex mad weekend away (paid for by hubby of course) and Karl was dead keen when I suggested it.




Selfish Bitch (Full Version)



When hubby got home later on I told him he was to book 2 nights in a top class hotel for me and my lover. He looked horrified, but I reminded him of his pledges to me last night and then told him to kneel and kiss my feet. He obeyed me and then I went on the internet and found just what I wanted - The executive suite in a five star hotel in the heart of London. Two nights including return flights for £1800!! I told him to ring and pay for it on his card straight away and that he had to make sure he told them the booking was for his wife and her lover. Reluctantly he did as he was told - hearing my husband booking my dirty weekend was such a fucking turn on!

I then laid back on the couch and pointed out the butt plug that I'd picked up that day and told hubby to push it up his ass. He looked horrified as he's never had anything up there, let alone a fat butt plug! 

"Do it wimp!" I told him.

He tried to push it in but his ass was tightly closed so I got my mobile out and said "Watch carefully."

I texted his cock cage with the top shock setting and he looked at me blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly he yelped in pain and grabbed his crotch, trying to tear the cage off. Soon he was writhing in agony at my feet until the set time of 30 seconds elapsed, then he laid there gasping for breath.

I said:

"That was a little trick that I can do anytime I want from anywhere I want. I could be lying on a sunkissed beach with my lover, paid for by you of course, and decide to send a shock to your little cock, so in future when I give you an order you'd be wise to just obey. Now push the butt plug hard up your ass!"

He held it upright on the floor and then sat down hard on it. The look of agony on his face as it slipped inside him was such a turn on.

"Right, now lick my pussy, I'm ready for an orgasm. Do you remember when you could have orgasms wimp?" I laughed.

"Only real men have orgasms, like the fantastic stud who I've spent the afternoon with"

He stopped licking and looked up at me, so i snapped at him:

"Last night you begged me to have sex with whoever I want, so that's what I've been doing"

I turned over and shoved my bum in the air then said:

"I've had a big fat black cock up my ass this afternoon and it's full of cum, now lick me clean"

And down he went, lapping away all Karl's cum like the wimp he is!

His back was still a mess from his lashing, but I remembered how good his tongue felt on my clit when I whipped him, so after he'd cleaned my bum I told him to stop, then turned over, laid down, and told him to lick my pussy. I looked down at him to see Karl's cum smeared all over his cheeks and nose! Then I started lashing him again, getting harder and faster all the time. It was like a direct link between each lash and my clit - it felt great! He pulled away after a couple of dozen strokes and said he was in agony. I decided this needed sorting out straight away so I shocked him again then said:

"Listen wimp, after last night you are nothing more than a slave. You belong to me to use and abuse as i see fit and If I want to whip every bit of skin off your back I will, and you'll grovel to me and thank me for doing it. You no longer have any rights - I decide what happens to you and you worship me for it. Do I make myself clear wimp?"

"Yes mistress"

"Good, now stand facing the wall and prepare for your punishment"

I proceeded to give him the lashing of a lifetime, opening up wheals on his back and even bringing the crop up between his legs a few times to give his balls a hard flick. When I stopped I ordered him to kiss my feet and thank me, which of course he did immediatley. All this got me so horny I just had to feel Karl's cock again. But first I had a bit more ill treatment for hubby:

I ordered him to follow me up to the bathroom and kneel face down in the empty bath. Next I stood naked with a high heeled a foot on each edge and let out a stream of hot piss all over the open wounds on his red raw back! He cried out but I just laughed at him. Then I stepped down from the sides of the bath and onto his back. He had my full weight on his abused back and my heels were digging in hard. He was whimpering and groaning in pain but could do nothing about it so I walked around on him, deliberately letting him really feel the sharp heels. Next I grabbed my phone and shocked him again while I was standing on him. He shrieked and squirmed about beneath my feet. I just loved the feeling of power it gave me!

I stepped off him after a couple of minutes and said:

"Out of the bath wimp!" I ordered

He climbed out and collapsed on the floor gasping and moaning in pain. I sat down on the toilet seat, ordered him to kneel in front of me and said:

"Lick the soles of my shoes clean wimp, they're covered in piss from walking on your back"

Down he went and lapped away hungrily!

"Now, put some clothes on, you're going to drive me to my lover's flat for a good fucking"

"Yes mistress" He replied humbly.

I slipped on a skimpy G string and hardly there mini dress that showed off plenty off toned tanned flesh. Then just a pair of 5 inch strappy heels and I was ready. I jumped in the back of the car and gave hubby directions, all the way there I was describing Karl's body and telling how much I was looking forward to feeling his fantastic cock inside me. I went on to tell him how wonderful my orgasms are with Karl, and told him how pathetic he was in comparison.

Once we arrived I ordered him to sit and wait for further orders. So there he was, butt plug and cock cage firmly in place, sitting waiting while his wife finished fucking her stud!

We had a fantastic 2 hour fuck session, made all the more fun by knowing that my husband was sat outside in his car waiting for me!

Afterwards we both dozed off in each other's arms. I woke at 6.30 next morning and realised wimp had to go to work, so I slipped my dress and shoes on and went outside. Sure enough he was still there, so I opened his door and said:

"I'm staying here with Karl for the day"

I rubbed my hands all over his face and said:

"These hands have been caressing every part of my lover's body all night, lick them"

Sure enough he lapped away at my palms. Then I slipped a finger in his mouth and said: "Suck my lover's cum off my fingers." He looked disgusted but didn't dare disobey so he sucked on them like a good slave!

I said:

"Just think, you could have been at home getting some sleep instead of waiting here all night for your slut wife to fuck her stud - shame!"

Then I lifted my dress right up to expose my fantastic tanned toned body naked beneath it.

I laughed and told him that Karl would be enjoying my body all day while he was at work earning me plenty of cash to fritter.

Just to really rub his nose in it I said:

"I think Karl and I will go shopping today, in between bouts of wonderful sex, to buy me loads of very sexy, very expensive clothes to wear. That way Karl will get even more pleasure from his time with me. So, just think about that, while you're working hard we'll be running up enormous bills on your credit card to improve our sex life. Now say thank you mistress I worship you"

He looked totally forlorn, but said:

"Thank you mistress I worship you"

With that I dropped my dress back down, laughed and went back indoors to my lover's cock!

On Thursday evening I told him his orders for the weekend:

"I'll be going to the hotel in the morning so you won't see me after tonight until Sunday evening. While I'm away having a wild time with my stud you'll be locked in your chastity cage with your plug up your ass and you're going to spring clean right through the house. Starting when you get home from work on Friday you'll work right through until it's time for work on Saturday and you'd better do a fantastic job of it! I want it perfect when I return"

I followed up with:

"Karl's leaving his BMW on the drive while we're away. On Saturday night after work you'll give it a complete valet, inside and out. I want it spotless ready for when we get back on Sunday so you'll stick at it through the night until it's time for work on Sunday morning. Just think, while you're cleaning his car he'll be fucking your wife senseless with his wonderful cock. By the way, I've left a bottle of my piss in the fridge and the only thing you'll drink this weekend is diluted piss. The only food you'll eat is dry bread soaked in my piss. Any questions wimp?"

He just looked up at me with a miserable expression on his face and said "Please don't go"

I brought my knee hard up into his balls and said

"Kiss my feet and apologise for questioning my authority over you wimp!"

Sure enough he started kissing my shoe and licking my toes as he came out with a grovelling apology. I kicked him away and said:

"Thank me for having a dirty weekend with my lover"

"Thank you for having a dirty weekend with your lover mistress"

"Right, time for my next anal orgasm wimp, follow me upstairs"

And that was his night sorted - 4 hours licking my ass with his cage and plug firmly in place and then 3 hours licking a pair of slutty high heels until it was time for work again. And then, when he came home to an empty house on Friday evening he'd know that I was having the time of my life with another man while he worked and worked and worked. I'm such a cruel bitch but I'm not remotely bothered. All that matters is me!

We spent the time in London having sex and going out to bars and clubs. One time when we went out Karl had me put my G string, hold up stockings and high heels on, then just a short coat over the top. We walked around London with him groping me every chance he got. he even sat me on his knee on a crowded train and fucked me, with dozens of people round us! Talk about horny times! We spent a fortune shopping on hubby's credit card, buying anything that took our fancy. I saw a really expensive dog collar and lead and suddenly I was imagining my lovers holding the lead and walking the wimp like a dog - I just had to buy it! We took turns sending text shocks to hubby's cock all weekend as well.

We got back on Sunday evening, after a fanfuckintastic weekend. We went in, me still dressed in my sluttiest revealing outfit, and found wimp naked, ironing in the kitchen:

I didn't speak to him, I just turned and kissed Karl passionately, stroking the bulge in his pants. Gradually Karl undressed me while we carried on kissing and fondling. When I was naked apart from the high heels and G string, I turned to the wimp and said:

"Kneel down and slide my string off"

He dropped to his knees and gently slid it down my legs, I stepped out of it and Karl's hand reached for my pussy. MMMMMM lovely!

Next I said

"Kiss Karl's feet and say "Thank you for fucking my gorgeous wife all weekend master""

Sure enough he kissed Karl's shoes and repeated it word for word - Life is so good sometimes!!

"Now lick your master's shoes, then tell him how superior he is to you and offer to do his laundry while we go upstairs to bed, then when you've done that come up and kneel quietly outside the bedroom door"

While Karl continued to fondle every bit of me and we kissed passionately, the wimp began licking his shoes. then he said:

"You are superior to me in every way master, please can I do your laundry while you fuck my wife?" Karl got his phone out and hubby looked terrified! a few key presses and wimp was in agony again. Karl said:

"I'll fuck your wife whenever I want and you'll worship me for doing it, understand?"

"Yes Master I worship you!!"

Soon enough I was riding Karl's big fat cock again while hubby hand washed his underpants downstairs.

About 2am I needed a pee so I Called hubby in from the landing and ordered him to fasten his mouth onto my pussy. After I'd emptied my bladder and he'd gulped it all down I told him to lick his Master's cum out of me, and he didn't need telling twice! The fear of another electric shock must have focussed his mind a bit! He lapped away for 15 minutes then I asked Karl if he needed a pee. Hubby gasped as I said it and Karl replied that he was ready for one:

"Take your master's cock in your mouth and drink his piss" I instructed him.

Karl moved to the edge of the bed and hubby took his semi hard cock in his mouth. Karl smirked as he drained his bladder down his throat.

Karl was really getting into the humiliation and turning on his side to face me he said: "I need my ass licking and my cock sucking. Wimp lick my ass while your wife gives me a blow job" God that made me so fucking horny!

Hubby obeyed and buried his face in Karl's ass while I hungrily gobbled his cock. After 10 minutes he pumped my mouth full of cum. About his 12th load over the last 2 days! This man could cum and cum!

I had another wicked idea: I sent hubby to pick Karl's shoes up off the floor and then took them off him and dribbled the soles with cum. I then ordered hubby to fuck off downstairs and spend the night licking them clean.

Sure enough off he went and when I sneaked down for a cigarette an hour later, there he was still lapping away at the soles of the man who had taken his woman! I walked into the kitchen, naked but for my high heels, and squatted down in the middle of the floor, then I let out another stream of pee and told him to lick it up while I sat there and smoked. Down he went and licked the floor right in front of me.

Karl appeared behind me and began kissing my neck and stroking my nipples while hubby licked the floor. I was going wild with his expert touch but then he stopped, casually walked over to the wimp and pissed all over him! Oh my god what a fucking turn on! Karl and I kissed passionately, groping each other while wimp licked the floor.

I told Karl how much it would turn me on to see him give hubby a whipping. To see him submit to a lashing from my alpha male lover would send me wild!

But first I sent wimp off to get the dog collar & lead and told him to put it on. Then I said:

"Offer the handle of your lead to your master and beg him to treat you worse than a dog"

He knelt in front of Karl:

"Please will you take my lead master and treat me worse than a dog"

Karl took the handle off him and ordered him to lick his feet, which of course he did immediately, then set off walking through the house, stopping every so often to kick the wimp in his balls. This man was so superior in every way to my husband and he knew it!

When they came back to the kitchen Karl said:

"Lick my feet again cuckold"

Hubby knelt and licked his feet while Karl shocked him again and again. I loved watching him abuse and degrade my wimp hubby!

After a while Karl told him to stand and face the wall with his feet wide apart. Then he picked up the riding crop and laid into hubby. He was yelling in pain as all Karl's piss got rubbed into his open wounds. As I watched, my nipples grew rock hard and my pussy dripping wet! To see my bull whipping my pathetic cuckold slave husband was the biggest turn on! After a few minutes I said:

"Make him suck your cock Karl, show him that he's a worthless wimp"

So Karl stopped the lashing and hubby collapsed on the floor moaning. Karl kicked him in the balls and said:

"Blow job - now slave!"

Hubby dragged himself up, took his cock in his mouth and sucked. I ran my hands all over Karl's hard black body as hubby sucked him off. This was so horny!! After a few minutes I told him I needed fucking. So he pulled out of hubby and slapped his cock on his face a few times. Then he turned me round with my arms resting on the edge of the table, stood behind me and kissed my neck and fondled my tits, making me groan with pleasure. He looked down at the wimp and said:

"Lick my shoes while I fuck your wife"

Then he and slipped his wonderful cock into me from behind and gave me the most fantastic fucking, made all the more horny with hubby kneeling in a corner licking his shoes as he watched a real man take his wife.

When we both came i had wimp lick and suck us clean then as we turned to go back upstairs I said:

"Don't wash your master's piss off before you go to work wimp. You can stink of it all day to remind you of your position. Spend the rest of the night licking your master's shoes and thinking about how superior he is to you"

Part 2

Next time I went to the gym I told five of my lovers that they could all have me in my own house and didn't need to worry about leaving before hubby got home. In fact I wanted them to stay and put him in his place now that I'd reduced him to a cuckold slave. They loved it and started planning ways to humiliate him.

I then went home, stripped down to my G string and strappy high heels and watched a porno while I waited for my studs to arrive. I was really wet and horny so I jumped up when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find not 5, but 8 of my hung black studs!!

They wasted no time in groping and kissing me - I was cumming almost straight away! Next I was carried back to the lounge and told to get on all fours. They then spent the next 2 hours pounding their gorgeous fat cocks into all 3 holes and pumping me full of their thick black cum. I was in heaven and had orgasm after orgasm! Fanfuckintastic!!! I was full of spunk and covered in spunk and I loved it.

By 7 in the evening I was sat on the knee of one stud called Leroy, riding his lovely big cock! while he fondled my tits and the others stood around me groping every bit of me while I sucked cocks. It was at this point that hubby walked in from work. He turned to walk back out again but I shouted:

"Where the hell do you think you're going wimp!?"

He gaped in total amazement at the 8 naked black men having their way with his wife:

"I don't know" he stuttered

"You're going nowhere wimp, strip naked, put your dog lead on, then get over here and kneel at my feet"

Once his clothes were off I chuckled to see the butt plug still firmly jammed in his ass. It had been there for 4 days continuously now (apart from bodily functions!) and he had orders not to remove it without permission. His back was a mess of lashes and his cock was still caged. 

He knelt at my feet so I followed up with:

"Now lick my shoe while all these gorgeous black studs have their way with me"

He began licking and I carried on riding Leroy until we both came very noisily, then I climbed off him and slid down to lie on the sofa with my legs open:

"Now lick my pussy clean, it's full of real men's cum"

He tentatively probed it with his tongue so I grabbed his head and pushed it hard into my pussy:

"Lick me clean wimp!"

He started licking, much to the amusement of my lovers, who had all sat back to watch the show.

After about 10 minutes I pushed him away, turned onto all fours and told him my ass was full of cum too so he had to lick that clean (I have never let him ass fuck me). He buried his face in it and lapped away for all he was worth. I asked one of the studs to fuck me while hubby licked my ass, so they lifted me up and then lowered me back down onto a fat 9 inch cock, while hubby carried on cleaning my ass. It was the most incredible feeling to be having fantastic sex while my husband licked cum out of my ass - my next orgasm seemed to last forever!

Soon the stud pumped another load into me and I was ready to push hubby into more humiliation. 

"Now crawl over to Leroy and thank him for fucking your gorgeous sexy wife"

He pulled away from my ass and his face was covered with thick, drying cum and pussy juice, he did as he was told and then said:

"Thank you for fucking my gorgeous sexy wife"

"You forgot to call him master. Any man who fucks me is your master. Now do it again properly"

"Thank you for fucking my gorgeous sexy wife Master" he said.




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I wanted to enjoy the next bit so I went over to another of my lovers, sat on his lap and started kissing him. He moved me round and slipped his big cock into me, causing me to groan loudly in ecstasy. We began a slow fuck as he massaged my tits:

"Right, now ask your master for permission to kiss his feet"

He looked mesmerised as he watched me riding a big thick black cock, so I repeated the order. This time he turned back to Leroy and said

"Please may I kiss your feet master"

Leroy nodded so hubby began kissing his feet.

I let him carry on for a few minutes while I enjoyed my fuck, and then I said:

"Now offer your master the handle to your lead then ask if you can suck his magnificent cock clean"

This time he looked at me horrified, but I was close to cumming again and just said "Do it"

"Please master may I suck your magnificent cock clean?" he said.

Leroy took the lead and tugged hard, then replied "You bet you can wimp. get up here and taste your wife on my cock"

Hubby opened his mouth and took as much as he could, but Leroy pushed down on the back of his head and I heard a gagging sound from hubby as the best part of 9 inches plunged down is throat!

All this was too much and I came very very loudly, gasping as the orgasm ripped through me. Once I'd recovered I looked over to see hubby's head bobbing up and down between Leroy's muscle bound thighs with the butt plug sticking out of his ass. If only he knew what else I had in store for him.

After 15 minutes Leroy groaned and emptied his bollocks into hubby's mouth. Obviously the sheer quantity took hubby by surprise and some dripped out onto the wooden floor.

"Swallow it and thank your master for using you as his cum dump" I said. He gulped it down, looking as though he might be sick, and then said:

"Thank you for using me as your cum dump master"

"Now get down and lick the rest off the floor wimp" I said

This he duly did as Leroy looked down at him with a superior smirk on his face and rested his feet on his back, using him as a foot stool.

I went over to Leroy, picked his foot up and rubbed it hard against my cummy pussy, then went over to another stud (Hank) and sat on his lap, kissing him and fondling his cock. After a few minutes I said:

"Right, the floor's clean now but Leroy's foot is covered in my juices and real men's cum - lick it clean"

Leroy smirked again and pushed his toes into hubby's mouth, whereupon he sucked and licked for all he was worth.

Once Leroy had finished with him I said:

"Crawl back over here and kiss my feet"

He obeyed immediately and I followed it with:

"Now, you're going to suck off every man in this room and thank them all for fucking your wife. You'll swallow all their cum and lick up any you spill. Understand?"

"Yes" he replied. I kicked him hard and said "You address me as mistress you pathetic piece of shit"

"Yes Mistress" he said quickly.

"Right come up here first. Now, you see that lovely hard cock waiting to fuck me? You're going to hold it and put it in me - NOW!"

Sure enough he held Hank's cock as I wriggled down onto it.

"Now, lick Hank's balls while he fucks your wife"

This he did, totally beaten he knelt between hanks thighs and lapped away at his bollocks, causing him to cum in double quick time. These men were amazing - Hank had come inside me four times already and yet it took just 5 minutes for him to pump another load into me.

After that I laid down across 3 of them who were sat in a line on the sofa and they all stroked and played with me while hubby went round the room giving blow job after blow job. As he crawled to each man he had to kiss his feet and beg to suck his cock. I loved what I'd turned him into but I was nowhere near done with him yet!

Part 3 

Once my cuck hubby had accepted his role as general dogsbody and cocksucker in chief my life became even easier. He was at my beck and call, trying his best to please me and accepting any degradation I subjected him to. My lovers got off on humiliating him and abusing him in front of me, which in turn had an amazing effect on my orgasms - When hubby is forced to his knees by a black stud and made to tell him how superior he is in every way, whilst grovelling at his feet, I just go wild!

I made him throw out most of his clothes, just keeping the ones he needed for work, then he had to clear a space in the garage just big enough to fit a thin sleeping mat and his black bag full of clothes. From then on he had to come in from work straight to the garage, strip naked and begin his chores (all this in what was actually his own house!). Once everything was done he had to find me and ask if I needed him for anything, only then could he return to the garage to spend an uncomfortable few hours on his mat before work the next day. If I was at home there would always be at least one, and usually more, black men in bed with me and he had to call them master and ask if they needed anything. Some nights I'd find tasks for him to do that lasted throughout the night, such as kneeling on the kitchen floor and sucking my lover's underwear clean all night long, or going outside with a torch and polishing the wheels on my lover's car. Mistreating him and humiliating him like this improved my orgasms so much that he rarely got more than a couple of hours rest, but that was his problem, not mine.

I soon got into having orgies where hubby is made to suck cocks, lick asses, lick cum off the floor and get kicked about and dragged around by my lovers, whilst being used as a human urinal. The more I mistreated him and let my lovers abuse him, the better my orgasms and the more I wanted to push him further and further.

I was spending more and more nights at Karl's flat having fantastic sex and leaving hubby to his chores at home alone, with his cage and plug in place. One night I decided we should get him round to clean Karl's place while we fucked in front if him. This turned us both on so I rang hubby and told him to come round immediately. I made him walk the five miles with just a coat on. No shoes, socks or clothes. Then when he arrived I ordered him to get naked on his knees and start by cleaning the toilet floor. He asked where the cleaning materials were so I kicked him hard in the balls and said "Use your tongue wimp!" He knelt and began licking the floor round the toilet, so I lent against the wall, lifted one leg up and rested my high heeled foot on his back. Karl then put his hands on my hips and kissed me. His fingers and tongue were expertly arousing every part of me and soon we were fucking passionately with my heel digging hard into hubby's back, while he lapped away at Karl's toilet floor - I love this!!

We both came very loudly and then I looked down at hubby to see a wound where I'd dug my heel into him. His back was also still covered in marks from the regular whippings he received from me and my lovers. In his kneeling position his balls were hanging down looking very vulnerable from the back, so I kicked them hard and he yelped like a dog, but he didn't stop licking the toilet floor. Shame really, I was hoping he'd complain so I had an excuse to punish him again.

Next I told him that Karl and I had had sex in the back of the car that afternoon and that he was to clean up the mess:

"go outside naked and spend the next hour licking the back seat clean of all the dried cum juices. Then spend the following hour licking the pedals where your master's feet have been - 20 minutes per pedal. After you've done that come back inside and get on with you chores"

"Yes Mistress"

When he returned 2 hours later we went back to the bedroom and continued to have rampant sex while hubby worked his way round cleaning the whole place. I noticed Karl's underwear on the bedroom floor and shouted the slave to come in.

"Wimp, put your master's dirty underpants in your mouth and suck them while you carry on with your chores"

Much to Karl's amusement he went over and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Right fuck off and get your work done and make sure the place is spotless or I'm going to get your master to punish you"

He spent hours cleaning while we alternated between sex in bed and relaxing in front of the TV, with us both using him as a toilet whenever the urge hit, then making him stuff his mouth with dirty underwear again.

At one point we were making out on the sofa when another wicked idea hit me:

I called the wimp into the lounge and ordered him to lie on his back. I then put a couple of cushions on his stomach, sat on his face and laid back, resting my head on the cushions.

I told him to spread my cheeks, bury his tongue up my ass and lick for all he was worth. I called Karl over and he mounted me, slipping that big fat cock into me with his balls banging against hubby's nose. We screwed for about 10 minutes, during which time I had 3 fantastic orgasms! Eventually Karl groaned and pumped another huge load into me before flopping down on top of me. Hubby was gasping for breath by this time so after a while we got up and laid in each others arms on the sofa, then made the wimp clean us both and thank us for using him as a mattress.

I ordered him to lie down on his back again, then I knelt on his chest and told him to open his mouth. Next I spent a few seconds letting spit build up in my mouth, then dribbled it into his and told him to gulp it down.

Karl loved watching the show and said he wanted a go. First he sat on the wimp's face and ordered him to tongue his ass. I couldn't just sit and watch so I sucked away on that fantastic cock making Karl writhe about with pleasure as the wimp lapped deep into his ass.

Just before he came, Karl pulled me off then turned over and splattered his spunk all over the wimp's face. He then told him to open wide and took his turn at dribbling spit down his throat.

"Don't wash my cum off, just leave it there to dry and flake off, even if it takes days. Undertsand me wimp?"

"Yes Master" replied hubby.

I sent him off to carry on with the rest of his chores while we cuddled up on the sofa.

It was getting near time for him to go back to work so I called him in and said.

"you'll need to set off and walk to work shortly, but first there's something you need to know - I'm going to leave you for good and move in with Karl very soon. I'll still be taking all your money to support our lifestyle. Karl's going to sell the shop and we're going to have a life of leisure and pleasure at your expense. You'll even be carrying my suitcases round here on foot on the day I leave you"

I made him kneel and kiss Karl's feet and thank him for taking his wife off him. I said "Just think, you'll be working all those hours so that we can have an easy life of sex, holidays, nights out and more sex. I'll be selling your house so you'll also be homeless, but since you'll be working round the clock that won't matter. We may decide to let you have a space on the floor of Karl's garage if you prove to be a good slave. Your cock cage is on for ever. You'll never cum again in your whole life, but your Master will cum whenever he wants.Tell me it's what you want because it's what I want" Sure enough he knelt at my feet and repeated it to me.

Next I sat on Karl's lap naked and we kissed passionately while his expert hands sent tingles through every part of me. I told hubby:

"Lick your Master's feet and tell him you worship him for taking your wife off you and using you as the pathetic wimp slave that you are" 

We carried on making out while wimp lapped away at Karl's feet and mumbled:

"I worship you Master, you are superior to me in every way. Thank you for taking my wife off me and using me as your cuckold wimp slave. It will be an honour to work like a dog and never cum again so that you can have a life of leisure and fuck my wife whenever you want Master"

Soon we were fucking again while hubby knelt in the corner licking Karl's shoes.

I hadn't come up with any new humiliations for a while so I decided that since he was used to being on his knees sucking cock, he could provide the same service to gay men as well. The idea of my very straight husband on his knees fellating a line of gay men made me so wet that I had to organise it ASAP.

Fortunately there were plenty of men in our local gay community who fancied a blow job from a straight man so I arranged for a gay "open house" one night while I was out with Karl. 

I got a dominant gay friend of mine, Gareth, to come round and take control for the night, then told hubby that as well as doing his chores (naked as usual) while I was out being a slut with Karl, he had to leave the front door unlocked and obey Gareth and any other man who walked in. Then I made him kiss my feet and thank me for going out having sex with a real man and treating him like shit.

We left him to it and I had Karl's big black shaft in my mouth as soon as the taxi door closed behind us. We went out dancing and drinking with some of my girlfriends and their black boyfriends, then all went back to Karl's for a night long orgy. Life as a cuckoldress bitch is so good!!

Wimp was at work when I got home the next afternoon so I rang Gareth to find out how he had performed:

As soon as we left, Gareth had his cock out and face fucked him, then two men had walked in and ordered him to his knees, taking turns shoving their cocks down his throat and soon pumping his mouth full of cum, which he duly swallowed. They then made him kiss their feet and thank them for using him. Gareth shoved his cock back in his mouth and ordered him to drink his piss, making sure some went on the floor so that he could order him to lick it up. Soon the house was filling up with horny gay men waiting for their blow jobs and hubby had to work faster and faster to keep up. They taught him techniques to bring them off quickly and soon he was doing one every 10 minutes! They were all on their mobiles spreading the word about the cum drinker whose wife had enslaved him.

Apparently, although they come in each other's mouths, most gays don't swallow, so they were all getting off on watching hubby gulp it down. Gareth reckons he sucked off 40 men that night and swallowed every drop, which set me thinking....

If gay men like blow jobs off a cum drinking straight man so much, then presumably they would be prepared to pay for it. Say £50 a time and if he was doing one every ten minutes, that's £300 an hour! If I made him do a 24 hour shift on his knees I'd make £4,800 in a day! This was getting exciting - I could make nearly £35,000 a week! Or well over £1.5 million a year! That sealed it in my mind, I had to find a place in a gay brothel where I could leave him under the control of somebody else and just pay them a commission from his earnings. I wouldn't have to see him or even think about him, just live a life of luxury while he wasted away in some dark basement sucking cock after cock without a moment's break, living on a diet of cum and worshipping me. Obviously he wouldn't last very long but if he managed a year before he was burnt out I'd be set up for life.

Karl had a friend called Jamal, who owned a city centre whorehouse in the gay quarter, so I got his number and rang him, I explained my plan and he reckoned that once word spread there would be enough business to keep him sucking continually, 24/7. We agreed on a 20/80 split in my favour and I invited him round to put slave through his paces.

He turned out to be gorgeous, muscular, and straight!! I called hubby through and told him to grovel at the feet of his new black master, then I stroked Jamal's cock through his pants and felt it grow to a hell of a size. mmmmmmm I had to feel that inside me! Fortunately he'd already got his hand up my skirt and slipped his expert fingers inside my G string. I kissed him passionately and we fell back onto the sofa while hubby knelt and watched in silence. He was a great fuck, made even better by the thought of him controlling every second of my cock sucking husband's life for the foreseeable future.

Once we'd both cum I called slave over to do his clean up duties, then I told him what was going to happen:

"Jamal, your master, is going to make you kneel in the cellar of his brothel and suck cock after cock to earn money for me. You won't stop unless you're ordered to. You will spend the rest of your life on your knees giving pleasure to gay men so that I can live in luxury and not give you a second thought. You will suck a minimum of 6 cocks an hour, every single hour of every single day, 24/7 and it's quite possible you'll never see me again, but you'll always know that I'm having a great life while you exist in misery drenched in cum and piss and never seeing the light of day. You'll just be a cash machine for me. I'll be sending some legal papers for you to sign, transferring ownership of the house, your pension, and all your future earnings, into my name" 

Once I'd finished my speech I was dripping wet again and dying for some more of Jamal's cock. Fortunately he was dying for some more of my pussy so we screwed again while hubby knelt and contemplated his future. Jamal must have decided to put slave through his paces, so he called him over as we enjoyed a long slow fuck, and ordered him to lick his feet. The wimp obeyed and of course this made me even hornier than before so my next orgasm was a screamer! Jamal pumped another load into me as I was cumming and I was in sexual heaven.

I was naked by now, apart from my high heel shoes, so I told hubby to take a last look at my body as it was probably the last time he'd see it. I made him clean us both up while I told him how great my life was going to be without him.

I then told Jamal to take him away and get him started. Jamal ordered him to get in the boot of his Mercedes, still naked, and close the lid behind him. Sure enough the wimp went outside and did just that. I couldn't let Jamal go without having another taste of his cock so I knelt down and devoured his cock and balls. After 15 minutes he came again and I caught it in my hand. Being an evil bitch I went outside, opened Jamal's boot and wiped cum all over wimp's face, then slipped my fingers in his mouth and he sucked eagerly on them. "Fuck off and suck cock wimp" I said "I've manipulated you from day one so that I could have a life of leisure at your expense and you accepted everything. I'll probably settle down with Karl and you'll fund our lifestyle by devoting your life to sucking gay cocks. What do you have to say for yourself?" "I worship you mistress but please don't make me do this" he replied. I laughed and slammed the lid shut on him. Jamal got in and drove him away to start earning me megabucks.

Karl came round later with a couple of friends and they all fucked me, making me cum over and over. And that was it, hubby was forgotten about until the money started rolling in!

Every week Jamal sent one of his men round with an envelope stuffed full of cash, usually around £25,000. Karl & I had the time of our lives, buying anything that took our fancy, going where we wanted, staying in luxury hotels. We decided to book a month away at an exclusive resort in the Caribbean, which appealed to me as well because I fancied trying all those big black cocks over there. Mind you it wasn't all one way - Karl was by no means limiting himself to my pussy only and he liked the idea of slipping his cock into a few dusky maidens!

Before the holiday I had the forms drawn up for hubby to sign;

There were quickie divorce papers citing his unreasonable behaviour, and a settlement transferring ownership of the house to me, cashing in his pension and giving me the lump sum, and irrevocably giving me ownership of every penny he ever earns in the future.

I sent them over to Jamal and a few days later they came back with hubby's signature on them and Jamal's as the independent witness.




Selfish Bitch (Full Version)



We went away and had the most fantastic time. I think I had more black cock for those four weeks than at any other time in my life. I didn't give hubby a single thought while we were there.

When we got back Jamal came round with a month's worth of cash (and a thick black cock which I just had to sample again). He told me the wimp's mouth was so popular that he was turning people away. He was sucking over 140 cocks a day and still they were queuing out the door!

The idea of all that potential cash being lost set me thinking: Slave had been on his knees for 2 months now without a break so surely with all that practice he could make men cum a lot quicker than 10 minutes?

I jumped into Jamal's Merc with him and we went to his brothel.

I followed him down the cellar steps and there was the wimp on his knees sucking a cock. He was covered in dry cum and looked absolutely filthy and worn out, but still he stroked his customer's balls and sucked away vigorously.

We watched for a few minutes until the punter came and hubby gulped it all down. Then I told Jamal to hold the next one back for a bit. I walked over to slave and his eyes lit up. I was wearing a very skimpy crop top that just covered my boobs, leaving my shoulders bare, a micro mini skirt, bare tanned legs and very tall strappy shoes.

"Kiss the ground in front of my feet wimp" I ordered. I didn't want his filthy tongue and lips to touch my shoes!

He was already kneeling so he lent forward and kissed the filthy floor eagerly.

Jamal stood next to me and began stroking my thigh and kissing my neck. We started kissing passionately while the wimp carried on worshipping me, then Jamal took my top off to stroke and lick my nipples. I pushed my skirt down to my feet and told wimp to take it off me.

Jamal's hands and mouth were everywhere and with just my G string and shoes on, my whole body was available to him. I soon had his monster cock out and his shirt off.

This was turning me on so much, but I told him to hang on while I gave wimp his orders:

"I'm not going to waste time talking to you wimp, I need your master's cock inside me so I'll be quick, you've had long enough only doing 6 cocks an hour. I want far more money to fritter so from now on you're going suck off 10 men an hour. that gives you six minutes each so you'd better work fast."

"But I'm going as fast as I can mistress" he croaked. I assume a diet of cum and piss must have affected his throat, but I just wasn't interested enough to find out.

"Rubbish, I've just watched you and you weren't making enough effort. Anyway there's no discussion. You are my obedient slave to use as I see fit and you will suck 10 cocks to orgasm every hour from now on. And I mean every hour, I want to milk loads more cash out of you before you're too worn out to carry on. Understand this - You are just a human cash machine and nothing more. You exist only to be used by me."

"Yes mistress" he croaked.

"Now beg for permission to suck 10 cocks an hour to earn me even more spending money"

"Please mistress I beg you to let me suck 10 cocks an hour to earn you even more spending money" he said.

"Now beg to be left here forever with your cock cage and your butt plug, sucking cocks for money while i live a life of luxury, having great sex with hundreds of black studs"

He repeated it exactly "Please mistress I beg you to leave me here forever with my cock cage and butt plug, sucking cocks for money while you live a life of luxury, having great sex with hundreds of black studs"

With that I kicked his bollocks and said "I'm going off to get fucked now, get sucking wimp!!" and walked out.

Jamal and I had the most fantastic fuck in his office as hubby got stuck into his increased workload!

And that's how it's been for the last 6 months. I haven't seen the wimp since and I rarely even think about him, but the money just keeps rolling in and we have the most fantastic lifestyle. Which is all that matters!



Selfish Desire



That guy was just so hot! I know I'm not the only girl who wants to go out with him, but there's something strange about him. I mean it, he's downright weird! 

He's probably 18 - the same as me - but he acts like an older adult in a way. He never talks to anyone in school, no matter who tries to talk to him, but he gets texts and calls on his cell all the time. He almost gives off the aura of someone who runs a business, and believe me, I should know. 

My mom recently married a new man. He's got tons of money, and runs a large business. Just watching him talking with someone about work related things - almost constantly - gives me a headache! I have absolutely no desire to go into business someday, and that just makes me curious as to why this boy already acts this way. Dying of curiosity, in fact! 

I revise my previous statement, I don't actually want to go out with him, I really just want to get to know him, and maybe be his friend. If nothing else, thinking about him managed to get my mind off of other things for a few minutes. Things I really shouldn't be thinking about anyway... 

My entire conundrum started three months ago when my mom married her new husband, and we moved into his huge house. She told me straight out on her wedding day that she didn't truly love him, and that she was just marrying him for his money. He apparently has no problem with this, and because she signed a generous prenuptial agreement, he'll remain married to her for as long as she wants. He's been married before, and doesn't really expect her to stick it out too long. 

"But mom!" I protested when I heard that. "How can you? That's just wrong!" 

My mom had smiled at me as if I would understand one day. "Don't worry honey. I'll be able to quit my job and live it up, and you... You'll get to go to any college you want. He'll pay for it." 

I was speechless! So, in essence, she was saying that we were both using this guy! I felt sick! 

After they returned from their honeymoon, I wanted to apologize for my mother's selfishness and greed, but the moment I got close to him, I grew strangely tongue-tied, and my heart started pounding. I felt like I was having a panic attack, but I haven't had one of those since my father died! 

It's been months now, and I still can't seem to get close to him or have any sort of conversation with him. It never fails, I always end up muttering like an idiot, and I think he has given up on trying to be nice to me. Now he mostly ignores me, and it's sad because I can't stop thinking about him! 

School let out for the day, and I decided to walk to the mall. I had a large allowance now, and could actually shop if I wanted, but I couldn't bring myself to waste money like that. My cell rang before I even got there. 

"Hi mom," I answered it. 

"Hi Honey! I just got off the phone with your father -" 

"Step," I insisted, and my mother sighed. 

"Step-father, and he agreed with me. I think that you and I should go on a mini vacation. Your school is out for 5 days right, now until Tuesday?" 

"Yeah," I admitted. "We have Monday off, but return Tuesday." I clarified, but then realized that she already knew that when she specified 5 days off. 

"Great! So, let's go to a posh resort with a spa and pamper ourselves!" My mom suggested excitedly. 

I sighed. "Mom, I have way too much homework," I lied. "And besides, I'm sure you'll have more fun without me. You know I don't get into that kind of stuff." 

It was my mom's turn to sigh, again. "Please, just this once... I already told your father that we're on our way." 

"STEP," I ground out angrily. "And no! I don't want to go!" 

"Okay, then I guess I'll see you Monday night," mom replied in sad defeat. 

"See you then," I responded civilly, and hung up my phone. 

It took me another block and a half before the full impact of this situation hit me. I'm going to be home alone with my step-father! Oh my God! I should call my mom back and tell her I'll go after all, but I wasn't lying when I said I really didn't want to. Instead, I wasted time at the mall, and treated myself to dinner at a spendy restaurant. 

I finally returned home, and immediately hid in my room. It was after 7 now, and I was certain that my step-father wouldn't emerge from his office or bedroom either. I don't know why I freaked out earlier. It's not like we were even going to see each other during the next couple of days. 

I lay on my bed trying not to think of anything at all, when suddenly, the entirely much too loud doorbell rang. I frowned, and opened my door a crack. From here, I had a good view of the stairs, the main entryway, and an area where people could get comfortable while waiting. To me it looked like a living room, but apparently it was too "small" to be a proper living room - such as the huge room closer to the dining room, oi! 

My step-father opened the door just when I thought no one else was home after all, and was about to go see who it was myself. I was astonished to see the weird boy from my school! What's he doing here? 

"Hello Mister," the boy greeted with a strange - overly innocent - grin and tone of voice. "I'm Julian, and I'm here to serve you tonight." 

I noticed that he was carrying a black duffle bag, and wore clothes that someone half his age might wear. What the hell is going on here?! I scratched my head. 

"Excellent! My wife and her daughter are out of town for the next few days, so I hope you'll be willing to stay for the weekend at least," my step father said after directing the boy - Julian - to the not living room and shutting the door. 

"Sure, no problem!" Julian grinned, and once again I was struck by how different his expression was from what I had seen at school. I surreptitiously used my cell phone camera - which was top of the line and good quality - to take a picture of him. Maybe I could use this picture as a bargaining chip to get him to talk to me in school next week. 

"So, I specified what I wanted. Are you sure you can handle it?" My step-father asked. 

"Oh yeah! I get this request a lot," Julian assured him, and I was dying to know what they were talking about. 

Julian unzipped the duffle bag. "I have everything you'll need right here." 

My step-father bent to inspect the contents of the bag, and then cackled. What the??? 

"Get undressed," he ordered. 

"You sure? You don't want to tear my clothes off me?" Julian wondered calmly. 

"No... I just want to watch you, but I also want you to act like you are shy and this is your first time." 

"Got it!" Julian agreed immediately, and began to remove his clothes. 

I was in shock, but for some reason, rather than gather up the courage to protest, I held up my cell phone, and started capturing a video clip. I had enough memory that they could do whatever they were doing for over an hour before it ran out, but I sincerely hoped that they wouldn't take that long! In fact, I rather hoped that this would turn out to be some kind of joke! 

"Don't look Mister! It's embarrassing!" Julian pretended to protest. His face was actually a lovely shade of red - from what I could tell. 

Once he was naked, my step-father pulled a long rope out of the bag, and leered at my classmate. Just what does he plan to do with that? 

"No Mister! Anything but that!" The boy's acting ability was good, but his lines were too cheesy to be believable! I took as good of a look as I could of his naked body. It was the first time I had seen one that wasn't on TV. Not that I could see him well from here. 

Hey! What do you know? I can zoom in on this video! I did that, and found that I could see things much more clearly now. 

My step-father tied the boy up in a way that looked highly uncomfortable. His hands were bound to his ankles - which were wide apart - and the rope was wrapped around his chest as well, which made it impossible for Julian to move. The more I see, the more this looks like some perverted sex scene from a porno! 

If I didn't already know he was at least 18, I'd swear right now that Julian was only 12 or 13. This made me frown. He had arrived wearing younger clothes, and acted like a shy little boy. Was this really what my step-father was into??? 

Both of them had their profile to me, and that was actually perfect. I could see everything in detail. Even when my step-father unzipped his pants, and exposed his hard - Oh my God, oh my God! He just stuck it in that boy's mouth! 

I could hear sounds of protest, but I could also clearly see that Julian knew how to suck on a dick. So not fair! I want to be the one in Julian's place right now! 

I did not just think that! 

I shifted from one foot to the other, and squirmed uncomfortably. I was incredibly hot right now, and my underwear was uncomfortably wet. Had I peed without realizing it? 

Something strange happened a few minutes later. Julian's cheeks suddenly puffed out a bit, and something dribbled out of his mouth. I had to think this over carefully, but then I felt my cheeks go red when I realized what had just happened. Strangely... I still wanted to be in Julian's place. 

"Shall I touch you here?" My step-father taunted, tracing Julian's hardness with his finger. 

Julian was panting in excitement. "No Mister! Anywhere but there!" 

"Is that so? Then, what about here?" 

I saw him insert a finger tip inside Julian's butt, and I crossed my legs and tried to hold the camera steady. I zoomed in just a bit more. 

"Not there!" Julian cried out, and my step-father laughed almost evilly. 

"I think that is the perfect spot." 

I watched my step-father squirt a couple drops of oil or something on Julian's butt, and then work his dick inside the boy. I couldn't help but think of Julian as a boy at this point since he had taken great care to pretend to be one. Watching him be used like this was... exciting! 

I really wish I had listened to my friends when they all suggested that I order a "toy" from a website! After they were done here, I am so going to have to figure out how to get rid of this feeling. This burning, aching, desperately needy feeling! 

Time passed, and I was about to abandon my camera work in order to dive into my bed, when I heard my step-father groan loudly. I squinted at the camera, and realized that Julian had produced a small fountain of creamy goo, and my step-father was now buried as far inside him as possible. Oh! I get it! 

I watched them pant and lay in a heap for a few moments, and then stopped recording them. It seems that the fun was probably over now. I'm going to have to go online and find something to watch to show me how to take care of my own situation now, because damn! I am on fire with the desire to have sex right now! 

"Here, let me untie you, and then we'll go to my spare bedroom and rest for a bit before starting over," my step-father informed him. I wanted to cry at how unfair it is that this boy got to do all these things instead of me! 

"Sure, but first, I need my payment. I need to call in that I have received it, and then let them know that I'll be staying for a while," Julian explained. 

"No problem." 

My jaw hung open as I watched him hand Julian a thick wad of cash. I'd be willing to bet there was at least 5000 dollars there! No wonder Julian seemed like an adultish businessman! He pretty much is! 

Soon enough, the two of them disappeared, and I was left alone to think about what had just happened. I stripped, climbed in bed, and played the approximately half hour long video clip. My hand gravitated towards the spot that ached the most, and I found that rubbing it felt insanely good. 

Mom... do you know what kind of man you married? This is probably why none of his previous marriages lasted. His ex-wives probably found out that he like to pay teenaged boys to have sex with him. Right now... I kind of wish I was a boy... 

Okay, so I admit it! I've had the hots for him since he married my mom, but can you blame me? The man is in his 40's sure, but he is very good looking and he smells incredible! I like to stand behind him just to breathe in his wonderful scent. I can't get him out of my mind, and now that I've seen him have sex, I just want him even more! 

Never having touched myself before, I wasn't sure what to do or when to stop, but I think I probably watched that video 3 times before I got too sensitive to go on. Thankfully, I fell asleep! 

In the morning, I woke up while it was still dark out - which is unusual for me. I rolled over to go back to sleep, but had to go to the bathroom. Aha, so that's why I am awake! I did my business, and then noticed a light on as I returned to my room. 

I softly snuck up on the light, and found Julian in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. I squeezed my cell phone, and then realized that I was one of those girls that even brought my phone to the bathroom with me in the middle of the night. When had I turned into that kind of girl? 

I was wearing a robe, so I knew I wasn't showing anything inappropriate, and maybe that made me bold. I knew I had seen him naked, but he wouldn't see me. I don't know exactly why I gained confidence, but I do know that I went temporarily insane.  

"Hi," I greeted, entering the kitchen. 

He squeaked. "I was told no one else was home." 

"I'm not supposed to be home, but I am," I replied with a shrug. 

"You're taking the discovery of a strange guy in your home rather well," he remarked. 

"I knew you were here," I informed him with a grin. 

"Ah... so you saw..." 

I nodded, and then took a deep breath. Here goes! "I even caught it on camera... I want you to do me a favor." 

I could tell by the look on his face that he was angry and smart enough to at least hear me out. I waited for him to ask me what I wanted, but his expression changed. 

"I know you! You're in one of my classes!" 

"Yep," I replied with a grin. "And unless you want me to show this to the people at school, you'll do what I want." I played a bit of the video for him. 

"Okay... So... what do you want?" 

I paused to try to calm my pounding heart. "I want to take your place." 

"What?" He asked, slightly shaking his head as if he didn't think he'd heard me right. 

"My mother married him for all the wrong reasons, and ever since then, I... Well, anyway, I want to take your place. Not just that, I need your help. I don't want him to know it's me." This last part I grumbled a bit shyly. 

"O...kay..." It was clear he hadn't expected me to say that. He snorted a soft laugh. "You're in luck. I tied him up and blindfolded him, and then told him to wait for me. It heightens the anticipation... Anyway, he won't know who is doing him unless you do something to prove you're a girl." 

"Which room is he in?" I demanded in excitement. 

Julian pointed and I rushed back to my room to load the contents of my phone onto my computer. Now that the memory was clear, I changed the settings for night vision, and then entered the right room. I looked around for the best spot, and then set the cellphone/camera up so that it had a clear view. Then I discarded my robe, and started it recording video. 

I had a pretty good idea of what to do thanks to what I had seen earlier, and then what I had imagined, so I decided to just do it before I lost my nerve. I crawled into the bed, and was glad that it was dark enough that I couldn't clearly see him. 

"About time you returned." 

I wanted to gasp in surprise, but I suppressed it. Knowing that he's awake made this seem all the more real. I took a deep breath, and bent to take him in my mouth. He tasted clean, and I was grateful that they had apparently made use of the jaccuzzi in the corner of the room. 

Imaging what to do and doing it are two completely different things. I thought I would be good at this, but in actuality, my mouth started to hurt pretty quickly. At least he responded by getting hard before I gave up. I admired how well he was tied, and shifted so that I straddled him. Even if he figured out who I was, there was no way he could stop me now! 

I was strangely wet between my legs again, and used this fact to slide down his shaft. There was a sharp pain, and I gasped and paused, but then it was gone. 

"Who are you?" He asked, since I obviously wasn't Julian. I opted not to answer. 

I carefully slid up and down a few times to see how well I could, and then wondered how to ride him so that he felt good. I let my body take over, and concentrated on rubbing myself as I bounced. This felt pretty damn good! 

He started moaning, and struggled against his bonds a little. "So tight! So good! I wish I could grab your hips and pound into you!" 

That made me smile, but he wouldn't shut up about it, so I leaned forward a bit, and covered his mouth with my free hand. Better! I already knew I was close to orgasming - thank God I had practiced that earlier! - but I couldn't tell how close he was. He was bucking under me in a way that made it hard for me to actually move, but also helped us both climax. 

I cried out in pleasure as he grunted - almost shouted really. Then, I collapsed onto his body, and rested for a minute. Oh his smell! It drives me crazy! I inhaled it deeply, and then licked his neck. He chuckled, and I realized I had to leave the room before he demanded I untie him. 

I kissed him quickly and lightly on his lips, un-impaled myself, grabbed my robe and cell phone, and rushed out of the room. I grinned at Julian - who was waiting in the hall. 

I whispered to him. "Thank you! You can go in now. Please don't tell him who I am. Pretend you don't know. I'm just some girl who blackmailed you for this favor, okay?" 

"Sure thing," he shrugged. I ran back to my room. 

I did it! I jumped up in triumph, and congratulated myself. No matter what happens now, he will always be the first man I had sex with. That's enough for me. I loaded the video onto my computer, and watched it. 

"Hmm..." I murmured to myself. "My video looks pretty boring compared to Julian's..." 

Even so, it made me hot again, and I quickly turned my computer off so that I could dive into bed. I thankfully ran out of energy fairly quickly, and fell back to sleep. 

"Are you awake?" Julian asked. 

I moaned, and stretched. My motion inadvertently exposed my breasts, but I didn't think to care. "I'm awake now," I mumbled. 

"He's left to do some business - a meeting or something - and won't be back until tonight. He told me to stay here and entertain myself, but I'm bored," Julian confessed. 

I yawned and sat up, half remembering to hold my blanket to me. "Bored? What do you want me to do about it?" 

"I figured we could talk," Julian explained. 

"About...?" I wondered, a bit more awake now. 

"To be honest, I'm dying to know why you want your step-dad so bad," Julian stated. 

I shrugged. "When I figure that out, I'll let you know." 

"That was your first time, wasn't it?" Julian inquired. 

I blushed and looked away as I whispered. "Yeah." 

"I figured, otherwise I'm sure you could have found another way to do what you wanted. He doesn't seem like the type to turn down sex from anyone," Julian mused. 

It made sense when he said it, so I simply nodded. "What about you? Why are you having sex with him?" I wondered curiously. 

He hesitated, obviously considering what to say. "A few months ago, my parents were in an accident, and my dad died. Meanwhile, my mom is in the hospital on life support. Her medical bills are enormous, and our insurance only pays about 80% of them. Throw in my father's funeral expense, and the fact that I need to support myself and figure out a way to pay for college someday..." He shrugged as if to say what else can I do? 




Selfish Desire



I felt just plain horrible now! Here I was griping at my mom for marrying for money rather than love, and lusting after my own step-father, and all the while I was oblivious to the fact that some people have real problems. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. 

"Don't feel too bad for me," he warned. "I'm lucky because I have looks and I actually enjoy my work. I think I would have gotten into this field sooner or later anyway." 

"Okay," I agreed to appease him, and wiped the tears from my eyes. I took a breath to banish new ones from falling. "You hungry?" 

"Actually, I made breakfast for the both of us. It's not anything fancy - just bacon and eggs." 

I smiled. "That's actually my favorite." 

I pretty much abandoned all sense of modesty at that point, and threw my blanket aside so I could get out of bed. 

"Well that was unexpected," Julian muttered. "I am still a guy, you know." 

"Says the boy that didn't seem interested in the slightest when I stretched and flashed my tits. I guess it doesn't really matter because 1: I saw you naked, and 2: I don't have the kind of money you'd earn, so sex is out of the question anyway, right?" I reasoned. 

"Both technically true, but that doesn't seem to matter to certain parts of my anatomy," he replied, and then decided to look somewhere other than at me. I kind of liked that he found my body attractive. 

I dressed in the first pair of yoga pants and cami that I could find. I didn't put on a pair of underwear because I was suddenly too embarrassed to think that he might see my drawer full of plain white, not sexy at all, cotton undies. Note to self: buy some panties from Victoria's Secret! 

I realized that he was not wearing what he arrived in yesterday, but instead, he wore a black muscle tee - or was it called a wife beater? - and a pair of lounge pants that looked like full-length plaid boxers. I need to browse the men's clothing section one of these days so that I know what the hell these things are called! 

We walked to the kitchen, both agreeing that it would be ridiculous to eat in the huge dining room when it's just the two of us. We sat at the small table normally reserved for the small staff of servants. They weren't here today, and I guessed they all had the weekend off so that they wouldn't find out about Julian. 

A thought occurred to me as I noisily enjoyed my bacon. "Wait, weren't you under 18 at the time of the accident? Didn't the state want to remove you from your home?" I'd always heard that anyone under the age of 18 had to be looked after, either by relatives or the state. 

"Well yes, but my mom's sister took legal responsibility for me. So long as I didn't do anything wrong - that she knows of - I got to live in my house and visit my mom whenever I want, rather than move in with her. She's in a different state, and I didn't want to abandon my mom..." 

I nodded. "It's good that she was willing to help you like that." 

"Yes," he agreed. "But there's only so much she could do. It's not like she's rich." 

I felt guilty again. "I'm not rich either, or at least I wasn't. This money isn't mine, it's his..." 

Julian grinned. "Lucky you!" 

I looked at my plate, my face clearly expressing my sadness. "Yeah, lucky me... but what about him? It can't feel good to know that the woman you married only wants to be with you because of money. I was so mad at my mom when she told me that!" 

"Even so, at least he's not alone," Julian stated, and I realized he was right. Maybe I like feeling bad for people or something because I keep doing it even though there's probably no need. 

Julian and I finished our breakfast, washed the dishes, and migrated to the room dedicated to entertainment. It had a huge TV, a stereo, an X-box, a PS3, and a Wii, among other things. I had never really come in this room before, but it seemed like the best way to waste time. 

My mom called to chat for a bit, and I assured her I was fine. She told me that she had completely forgotten to call her husband, and would I please tell him that she's having fun. I agreed without any intention of complying, and then told her not to worry about us. 

Eventually, my step-father called Julian's cell to inform the boy that he'd be home soon. I listened to the short conversation, and felt the wheels in my mind start to turn. As soon as Julian hung up, I grinned at him. 

"What?" Julian wondered. 

"When did he say he'll be home?" 

"In 10 minutes," Julian answered. 

"Come with me!" I dragged him after me to the room they had occupied last night. It still smelled of sex, and I got more excited than ever. "Tie me up!" 

"What?!" Julian demanded incredulously. 

"I have a mask that I'll go get. Then I want you to tie me up like you were," I stated. 

"You're messing with my job here," Julian informed me almost angrily. "If he comes home and doesn't like what he finds, I could get into serious trouble!" 

"You said it yourself, he's not the type to turn down sex from anyone, so why would he get mad? He may even think that it's an extra service or something. Please," I begged. 

Julian chuckled and shook his head. "I can't believe you're talking me into this! I actually did tell him that you were a new girl thrown in by the service for free so that you could practice on some clients before taking your own. He might buy that again..." 

"Thank you!" I squealed happily, and raced to get my mask. It was one of those that only covered the top half of my face, but it also covered my hair. It had a bad blond wig attached, but I didn't need to look good wearing it. 

When I returned, Julian was holding the rope. "We don't have much time left." 

"I know," I agreed and stripped, kicking my clothes under the bed. 

"You are so weird!" Julian remarked, probably because I was pretty much asking a boy I don't really know to tie me up while naked. 

"I thought the same about you," I admitted with a shrug. 

He merely nodded and then got to work. It was easier for me to withstand while on the soft bed, but still... Having my wrists tied to my ankles and then a rope wrapped around my chest - in a way that exposed my breasts... It was the strangest thing I have ever done! 

We heard my step-father come home, and Julian quickly made sure my mask was in place. 

"Turn my cell phone on to record, and then set it over there!" I insisted in an urgent whisper, and he rushed to comply. We were out of time now, and Julian had to dive under the bed to hide. 

"Well well! If it isn't the bonus from last night... I know just what to do with you." 

His voice was almost sinister, and it made me shiver in anticipation. I whimpered. He undressed and climbed into bed. 

The first thing he did was to bite both my nipples, causing me to squirm in protest. Then, he plunged right in, and I am so glad that I was prepared for him. I think that would have hurt had I not been so wet and ready. Even so, it was a bit strange that I was literally helpless, and all he was doing to me was basic intercourse. 

I moaned and struggled against my bonds. I now knew exactly what he meant last night when he said he wished he was free to hold on, because I longed to dig my nails into his back. His thrusts started to feel incredible, and I sounded like I was half crying. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I panted softly, trying to be quiet. I didn't want to risk him recognizing my voice. For an older man, he sure took his time! After a while, I began to fear that the memory on my phone would run out! 

He randomly bit my nipples, or pinched my hips, and it all combined to drive me crazy! I started almost screaming as I felt my inner muscles ripple around his shaft. I desperately wanted to be able to shove my hands in my mouth to muffle the sound coming from me. 

He announced his own orgasm, and I felt the hot wetness fill me up. I tried to relax in as much as I could while on my back, my arms at my sides, my legs bent and wide apart so that my ankles and wrists were together, and a rope wrapped around part of my arms and chest. I wondered if he would automatically untie me now, or if I would have to wait for him to fall asleep, and have Julian stealthily do it. 

Oh God! Julian was still under the bed, and had heard all that! I could just die of embarrassment! 

My step-father settled himself atop me, still partially inside me, and kissed my lips. I wanted to melt into a puddle of happiness right then and there! Before I realized what he was doing, he gently brushed the mask off with one of his hands. I turned my head to the side, breaking free from his kiss. 

"No! Don't look!" I insisted. 

"Shyanne?!" He blurted out my name incredulously. Ah crap! It was clearly not dark enough in the room to hide my identity. 

"No," I lied, my voice shaking unconvincingly. "You must have me confused with someone else." 

"Right," he stated in a way that made it obvious he didn't believe me. "Please tell me that you aren't actually a new girl in that service." 

"I'm not," I confessed honestly. 

"Then what is going on?" He wondered. 

"I didn't want to go with mom, and when I saw what happened yesterday... I wanted so badly to do it too, so I insisted that that boy let me have a turn. I wasn't going to tell you!" I ended with a promise. I really hadn't intended to complicate his life with this. 

"O...kay... but why?" 

I didn't know what to say. "I don't know... I just wanted you to be the fir..." I couldn't actually say that out loud, and blushed. 

"Aha! So I was right about that!" He grinned as if I had just confirmed his suspicions. I noticed that for all his shock, he was taking this news rather well. In fact, I think he was hard again. He definitely felt bigger inside me than he had a minute ago. 

"Um..." I murmured hesitantly. "If you're going to do it again, can you please untie me? It's fun, but I'm starting to hurt." 

"Oh... so you mean that I don't get to do whatever I want to you all night after all," he remarked with a grin. 

I blushed even harder. "You... can... but..." Please untie me first! I didn't say that because I figured that doing anything he wanted implied that he could keep me exactly the way I am if he liked. 

"It's okay. I'll untie you," he told me, and then did as promised, managing to do so without pulling out of me. I sighed in relief, and stretched out under him. 

"Once more, and then I am going to take a shower. After that, I want to spend the rest of the night with the boy I paid for." 

I nodded. This time, I got to wrap my arms around him, and breathe in his scent. He moved in and out of me in a way that seemed almost... loving... I cherished every moment of it. I also got him to kiss me some more, and explored his mouth with my tongue. 

This time, when we cried out together, I felt like the whole world was shaking. I held him to me as we rested for a few moments, and then he got out of bed completely. 

"Like I said, I'm going to go take a shower," he reiterated. I nodded in response, and watched him leave the room. 

Julian emerged from under the bed. "Finally!" 

"Sorry," I apologized softly, and accepted the clothes he held out for me. I wish I had my robe instead, but got dressed anyway. 

"Are you okay?" Julian asked. 

"Yeah, I'm just incredibly tired," I answered, and then grabbed my phone. It flashed a warning that it was low on memory, but still recorded, so I guess the whole thing had lasted just over an hour. It had seemed like much longer. 

"To him, it's just sex," Julian warned, sensing my disappointment that I was told to leave them alone for the night. "Don't get too attached to him." 

"It's far too late for that," I whispered. 

"Go on," Julian gestured towards the door with his head. "We'll talk more later." 

I nodded, went to my room, and fell right to sleep. This was good since it kept me from imagining what they were doing, and rubbing myself raw. 

The next morning, I woke to find Julian sleeping on the lazy boy recliner next to my bed. I yawned loudly and stretched. Man! My body is sore! 

Julian woke and yawned too. "Sorry, I didn't meant to fall asleep in your room, but I didn't get much sleep last night." 

"I can imagine," I replied with a wry grin. 

"Anyway, he left for a couple of hours to play golf or something, and he asked me to be gone when he gets back, so I guess this is good-bye." 

I frowned. "Wait; at least eat breakfast before you go. I'll make ham and sausage omelets," I offered. 

"Sounds good," he accepted with a grin. 

I grabbed my cell phone from the charger. "Can I have your number?" 

He hesitated, and then replied, "Sure." 

I typed it in my phone as he recited it, and then texted him so that he had my number on his phone. 

"I want to sit with you during lunch on Tuesday," I informed him, and he gave me a funny look. 

"Why?" 

"Well, we're friends now, aren't we?" I pointed out. He smiled wryly. 

"Yeah, I guess we are. I haven't really had a friend in quite some time," Julian admitted. 

"I can imagine," I smirked, understanding how it would be hard to have friends when he was probably too afraid that they would find out about his secret - highly illegal - job. 

"You know what? You can even pretend to be my girlfriend," he suggested. "People are going to assume that anyway, and then we can have fun being all flirty in school." 

I laughed. "I think I'd like that! All of my girlfriends are going to just hate me for managing to snag you!" 

We ate breakfast, and then hung out playing video games for a while, but soon he had to leave. I took the opportunity to shower, and was completely surprised when my step-father joined me. Good timing, I guess! 

He stood behind me, and wrapped his arms around my chest. He lightly sucked on my neck, and I was ready to melt and be washed down the drain! I felt him poking into me, and shifted to make it easier for him to enter me. 

"You know," he murmured thrusting into me slowly. "I've been married 3 times - prior to your mother - and not one of them could understand my strange sexual appetites. You, on the other hand, don't seem to mind at all." 

"Maybe it's because I must have strange sexual preferences myself," I replied. "I am totally hot for a man more than twice my age after all." 

He chuckled. "True!" I was pressed into the wall at this point, and found it hard to concentrate on what he was saying. Oh yes! Harder! 

"You probably don't know this, but I have made all my wives get on some form of birth control. It occurred to me that you probably aren't," he said. His tone was far too sexy for what he was discussing, so it took me a moment to process it. 

"OH MY GOD!" I burst out when it hit me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even think about that!" 

He laughed, still thrusting into me. In fact, he was doing so faster, and it felt wonderful! I wondered how he could concentrate on sex and a conversation! 

"I actually don't mind. I rather like the thought of getting you pregnant." 

I felt entirely mixed emotions about that, but it was too late to dwell on them now. He had already cum inside me several times, and judging by his grunting, was doing so again. I was shocked to find my body responding to him so easily - I orgasmed just because he had! 

"What do we do now?" I wondered when I could think again. 

He started sucking on my neck again. "I think it's best to wait and see what happens... Or are you talking about going to bed and getting dirty?" 

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. I was dazed by the possibilities for several moments, but finally managed to get my mind back on the topic at hand. "Um... both?" Okay, so I wasn't thinking clearly yet! 

"I like the way you think!" He grinned, turned the shower off, and carried me to bed. 

By the time that my mom came home on Monday, I had literally had so much sex that it was no longer new to me. I could manage to keep a straight face, and pretend like nothing was out of the ordinary. My mom knew something was up anyway. 

"What's with you? You're glowing!" She remarked as we ate dinner. 

"I'm really happy," I grinned. "I found a boyfriend!" 

"That's wonderful honey!" My mom gushed. "Tell me all about him." 

"He's in my class, and I've been interested in him for a while. We met up this weekend unexpectedly, and we found we had a lot in common." Wow! I was actually kind of good at this lying thing! 

My step-father frowned. "I didn't know you went to school with that boy." 

"You met him? That's good, it means that she wasn't here alone with him," my mom remarked. 

I blushed in total embarrassment. "Mom!" I growled. She laughed. 

"It's okay, honey, I was young once too." 

I decided to stop her from droning on and on about the passion of youth, by being embarrassingly honest. "Mom, seriously, I did not have sex with Julian, and I'm not planning to, so you can just stop talking about it right now." 

"If you say so," my mom smirked, obviously of the opinion that things might happen whether I plan them to or not. 

I exhaled in relief that I managed to dodge that bullet. I was half certain that my mom would say, "Oh really, but your body looks like you had sex, so who was it with?" 

Guilt guilt guilt! I finished eating as quickly as possible, and then excused myself. "I have homework to do." 

The next day - as I walked to school - I found Julian waiting for me. "I figured you'd walk this way," he informed me. 

"Good morning," I smiled at him. We had texted back and forth all weekend after he left, so he knew that my mom was home - among other things - and I knew that he had been assigned a different client for the rest of the weekend. 

He pulled my arm through his, and even offered to carry my bag as we walked. He must have really meant it when he said we'd be all flirty! I laughed. 

"None of my clients are female," he stated unexpectedly. 

"Why not?" I wondered. 

"I don't know for sure, but I think it's because I look young for my age. Women go for good-looking college aged guys who work out. Men go for the ones that look like me," he explained. 

"So you've never...?" 

"Nope, not with a woman anyway. As much as I enjoy my job, and get paid an insane amount of money for doing it, I've always been attracted to girls - not guys." 

"Then why do it?" I questioned. "It has to be hard to let someone you're not even attracted to do that..." I opted not to go into detail in case someone was listening. 

"Surprisingly no," Julian replied with a shrug. 

"You do know that just about every girl in school would love to get in your pants, right?" I pointed out. 

"Maybe, but I am not in the right career for a serious relationship, and I get enough at work that I don't want to have a girlfriend just for sex, if you know what I mean." 

"That makes sense," I nodded. 

"Even so, I wonder what it would be like..." he trailed off suggestively. 

"Oh no!" I nipped that in the bud immediately. "I don't mind flirting or even making out, but I am not going to have sex with anyone else just yet." 

"That's an interesting way to say it," he laughed. "Makes it sound like you plan to do so in the future." 

"Plan? No. I am just trying to be realistic. I doubt I'll be wife number 5, and he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to divorce my mom so that we can be in an official relationship, so... I guess that it's probably over now. In any case, I don't want to cheat on him until I know for certain that he doesn't want me anymore." 

Julian shook his head and rolled his eyes. "For someone willing to blackmail a guy to get what she wants, you sure are meek and accepting." 

"I know," I murmured. We were at school now, and people were staring at us. Even I had to admit that we were an unlikely couple. Julian brushed his hand along my cheek. 




Selfish Desire



I knew his reasons for wanting a pretend relationship, but I hadn't told him that I used him as an excuse for acting all love-struck around my mom. This pretend relationship was highly beneficial to me too. He was the only one that new my secret, and I knew his. He had been right to suggest that we play it up at school! 

"You ready?" He asked. 

"Yep," I stated. He pulled me close and kissed me. It was enjoyable, and lasted at least a full minute, but didn't make me lose track of time or see stars. 

"See you at lunch," he said, smirking. I watched him walk away with a secret smile. 

My posse of friends mobbed me a moment later. "You're going out with Julian?!" They demanded. 

I nodded with a grin - the kind of grin that let them think we were doing more than just going out. 

"No way!!" It was all giggles and demands to know everything after that, but the warning bell rang, and we all had to rush to class. 

My weekend occupied my thoughts all throughout class, and I am sure I had a telling expression on my face. Man! My life has certainly taken a turn towards the strange side, but I honestly like it. I rested my hands on my stomach, and wondered what it would be like if there was a new life inside me. 

Maybe just maybe, I'll get to find out!



Selfish Lover



This is loosely based on fact. I did have a selfish lover, 6 years older than me, for 2 years. The list was real, she read it as I pleasured her, as I did on numerous occasions. The one way oral traffic was real, some of the scenarios were also vaguely real; we didn't stay together and on a couple of occasions she came round, used my face and left. She wasn't as cruel in real life, didn't cheat on me and we fucked a lot too. But on every single occasion we had sex, it began with a long session of oral for her. Enjoy.





She had made no secret that she loved oral sex more than anything, being licked for long periods of time. He had admitted it was something he enjoyed doing a lot and their mutual agreement on this had given her some amazing orgasms.

Now, she arrived, soon settling on the couch and after kissing, she let him slip her trousers off. Parting her thighs, she let him see that she was wearing hold-ups, giving her legs an even sexier aspect. He was also surprised to see she wasn't wearing any knickers. Still kneeling on the floor in front of her he positioned himself, ready to bring his mouth to bear on her, but she spoke up.

"Did you do that list I asked you to write down?" she quizzed him.

"Um, yep. D'you want to see it?" he said, as he had forgotten about that.

"Yeah. Bring it here and get me a glass of water aswell. Hurry up" she gently chided and he got up and did as she asked.

Returning less than a minute later, he handed her the water and placed the list beside her on the couch. She smiled up at him and parted her thighs brazenly apart, glancing down between them, then back at his face. He knew what she wanted and positioned himself again, on his knees in front of her. As he moved his face forward, she drank some of the water and as his tongue gently brushed along one of her pussy lips, she turned he upper torso a little to the side, putting the water on the coffee table beside her. He swept up her slit, feeling her thighs press against him a little when he strayed to her clit for too long. 

When he stayed just away from it, she relaxed them a little, then after a smile to herself and glancing down at him, she picked up the list.

"Right, lets see what you've come up with" and with a smirk still on her face, slipped her thighs over his shoulders, letting him support most of her weight now.

Satisfied that she was completely comfortable, she rolled her eyes in her head at the wonderful sensations below, as his tongue was now spearing slowly in and out, tongue fucking her pussy hole.

Down below, he could feel his knees pressing into the hard floor and ignored the minor irritation, working his tongue into her cunt very slowly so that she didn't get too excited, too quickly. Her legs, although shapely and in no way fat, were over his shoulders, so she was utterly relaxed, completely the opposite to him.

"1 - 'Lick you out almost every day', well it depends if I wanted licked out every day. Maybe in bed at night or something, when I wouldn't want a shag, just an orgasm, y'know?

2 - 'Offer to lick you out on a regular basis', I like that one, makes a girl feel wanted'" she commented, as he was now writing her name with the tips of his tongue on her pussy.

"3 - 'Lick your arse willingly', fucking right, you're not bad at that. But just because I like having it done, doesn't mean to say, I'm going to do it to you. I'd never do that!"

she announced, as if this was somehow fair.

"4 - 'Let you sit on my face whenever you want, for as long as you want to', no fear there. I'm intending on doing exactly that!" she said jokingly, casually glancing down at his head, watching as he kept up his oral ministrations.

"Go up a bit but not my clit" she said offhandedly, then turned her attention back to the list, as he did her bidding.

"5 - 'Give me shoulder rubs a lot', I've got an idea with that, I'll tell you about it shortly.

6 - 'When I'm licking you out, I have no say in when I'm finished. You decide when you have had enough enjoyment, I just provide the enjoyment', yep yer getting the hang of it.

7 - Learn to read your moods, like when I want a fight, or when I want to boss you around and act accordingly'. You'll get the hang of it eventually, plenty of practice" she continued.

He had been licking her for a while now when she let her thighs part wider again.

"Down a bit" she said casually and he responded, knowing exactly what she meant. His tongue was soon licking insistently at her arsehole, until it was moist enough for him to try and push it in.

In doing so, his nose brushed up against her slit, causing an even more pleasant sensation. Within a minute he was successfully tongue fucking her arse while, satisfied he was doing well, she went back to the list.

"8 - 'Make me breakfast in bed on occasion, give me the papers to read then orally pleasure me while I read them and have breakfast', the girls are away next Sunday, so mind, brekkie in bed for me that day!" she announced, smiling.

Reaching sideways, she had a drink of water, then went back to the list, while he continued to bathe her arse orally as she hadn't told him to go back up to her pussy.

"9 - 'Keep myself in tip top shape for you, so you find me attractive'. No bad.

10 - 'On occasion, have a night that's devoted solely to my pleasure. Footrubs, arselickin', fanny lickin', massages, shags on demand, do anything you want on these occasions but when it happens I'm in charge'. That's a good one. Right, up a bit now" and he was almost grateful that he could go back to her pussy as her juices moistened his tired tongue.

"11 - 'Keep my cock hard for you whenever you want a shag'. It'll no be as often as your tongue; once or twice a week does me.

12 - 'You get all the pleasure and that's what counts'. Well, aye. That's all that counts, dinnae forget it. See the other day, I was on top of you and I was using my mouth at the same time? You knew I wasn't really enjoying it, so we swapped so it was just you pleasuring me? Well, you mind how pleased I was. See, that's the sort of thing I like, I just don't feel the need to be less selfish so I'm not going to be. But that was just what I needed. As long as you don't ask me to suck your cock. Just face that it won't happen very often, now and again yeah, but you can make up for it when your shagging me. I might let you arse fuck me once in a while, but no moaning about no getting' blow jobs, right?" she quizzed him gently.

"Em, sure, whatever you say" he replied and she smiled.

"Good, that's right. Now, up a bit" she said and put down the list and brought one hand down to interlock in his hair tightly.

As his mouth moved up and he began to gently lick and occasionally suck on her clitoris, she began to build towards her first orgasm. He had been licking her for half an hour, but she knew he would stay well away from her clitoris after the first one, to let her recover.

"That's it, suck me. I want to hear you. Fuck!"

she yelled out and as he orgasm began to build, she began to pull his head roughly this way and that against her. He rode with her through it and she yelled out noisily as she came, her legs squeezing against him, then relaxing. He understood and immediately moved away from her clit, down to the very bottom of her slit, while she gasped and sighed, trying to recover from his efforts. After about 5 minutes, she was able to speak again.

"Phew; that wasn't bad like. Now, that shoulder thing I was on about earlier, I've got a braw idea about that. Get 2 cushions" she said , pushing him away.

He scurried off and returned with two cushions. She stood up and he helped her position them on the ground. Then, understanding, he lay with his head in between them. She moved her water nearby and the channel changer, before sitting, facing his feet and the tv, her crotch coming down to settle on his face.

"Do my arse first" she said casually and as he did so, she flicked on the tv.

"Now listen right. Keep doing what you're doing and when I move back a bit, that means you do my fanny, or vice versa. But at the same time, reach up and give me a shoulder massage, aright? You should be able to manage fine, but keep licking me n' all mind" she said.

He did his best to reach up and after a few minutes, the tv went on, while below his tongue worshipped her arse and his hands gently kneaded her shoulder blades. She moved back ever so slightly so his tongue was at her cunt again and she said

"I want to hear you sucking and swallowing my juices down loudly".

He began to do so and she became more turned on, his soothing hands relaxing her shoulders, while his mouth made obscene noises at her pussy, sucking loudly at it. It took her willpower to switch off and try and watch the tv instead, while he did so. 

A few months later, she woke up in bed, sighing pleasurably, as she glanced down and saw her 'alarm clock' was hard at work. His head was positioned between her thighs, as he gently traced his tongue up and down her slit.

"Mhhmm, what a lovely way to wake up" she said, looking down at him, smiling. He made eye contact with her.

"Morning darling, em, so you in the mood for a bit more than just this?" he said hopefully. She let him wait, then sat up a little, to watch his progress.

"No the now. And I'm not in a rush either, so just take your time, we've got all morning. Then you can run me a bath. And while I'm in it, you're going to give me the best foot massage ever, aren't you?" she quizzed him.

"Whatever you say" he said, knowing she wasn't going to let him fuck her today.

"Hey, don'y get stroppy or I dunno when I'll let you in me next, do you hear me? I said do you hear me?" she told him.

"Yes darling" he said meekly, licking slower now.

"Well then. Now the deal is, I get all the pleasure and that's all that counts. You get to pleasure me. So plenty of head, massages, compliments, and did I say plenty of head? Lots o that. Now go down a bit, you know what to do. And maybe I might be in the mood for a fuck the night. Only maybe though. And another thing, from now on, no wanking without permission. You get to play with yourself when I let you, alright?" she quizzed.

"But, what if, well, you know, we don't have full sex?" he pleaded.

"I say what goes. You get to play with that when I give you permission to. If I'm not in the mood for a shag, then you'll settle for shagging me with your tongue. Understand? Its not about what you want, its about what I want. Promise me, you get pleasure when I allow it" she added cruelly.

"I get pleasure when you allow it" he repeated, still licking her.

"Braw, dinnae forget it. Now down a bit more fuck face, you know what to do" she said and let her legs part more as his tongue tried to push into her arse, as she smiled at the incredible sex life she was privy to. 

Down below, he had valiantly managed to get his tongue inside her arse and was gently pushing in and out while she regarded him cooly.

"After I'm satisfied, you can run me a bath, give me that foot rub, then I'm going shopping, you can take the car though, and I might go for a couple with the girls tonight, so no drinking, you'll be picking me up later if I do" she declared matter of factly.

Already she was feeling good about an enjoyable day, filled with 'me' time. Glancing down at him again, she saw the contours of his muscles, his gorgeous face pressed tightly against her ass, to drive his tongue as deeply as possible into her. 

Fuck, he was handsome! But he obeyed her every sexual whim and after coming out of a marriage she wanted a man who would let her have her way, all the time. And he was a perfect lover. Picking up the phone, she began to dial, then stopped.

"Right, stay away from my clit, work my two orifices and take your time. I need to make a quick call, but don't you dare stop for a second, got it?" she said.

"Yes darling" he replied gently licking her as she called her friend.

"Ness! How you doing? Me? Fine, just wondered, how about a couple of quiet ones the night. Yeah? Great, say about 8 then, I want to be home before 12, not really in the mood for a late one. What's that? Yeah, just us, no, he's going to run me in, then pick us up, he can run you home to, only round the corner, eh? How things, oh swell, couldn't be better, well, there's always room for improvement but I get my way and that's all that matters. Yeah! You should get your boy told aswell like. Ha ha! Being honest, I just don't enjoy being told what to do, I feel happier dishing out the orders like. Oral? Listen Ness, I get it whether or not I give him a shag, no joke. Yep, he knows, if he started barking the orders, he'd be gone sharpish. No, he's a sweetheart but as long as he knows he pleases me and everything else falls into place around that. Yeah, well, 8 then. See you, bye!" and with that she hung up.

"Okay stud, make me cum" she said and sighed as he responded to her command.

His mouth moved up and his tongue flicked rapidly over her clitoris, while her thighs spasmed against his face.

"Fuck, that's it, you're so dirty, lick me fuck face, fanny licker! Ah!" she groaned, coming hard against his face.

Later, after her bath, in which he'd massaged her feet while she lay soaking, she was shopping with him. Then they returned to the house and she had a bite to eat with him, cuddling up romantically and being the perfect girlfriend. But it was soon time to get ready and she stood in front of the mirror in just her blouse and thong. He stood behind a little admiring her before she glanced in the mirror.

"Make yourself useful" she said, staring at him pointedly.

He knew what she expected and approached her. Kneeling behind her, he began to lick her ass, tongue probing against the tight hole, as she sighed happily and applied her make-up. After about 15 minutes, she was satisfied she was ready and simply walked away from him without a word. He drove her to town later and waited for the call, before picking her friend and her up.

"Hi darling" she said, greeting him. Then whispering in his ear, she said "If you want your cock in me tonight, you're going to have to earn it fuck face" then Ness got in the car too and he dropped her off before they got in.

They went in the house and she used the bathroom to remove her makeup. Then he went in and joined her in the bedroom. They kissed at first, before she moved on top of him this time.

"I want to hear some proper begging" she said, moving up so her breasts were at his mouth.

"Please, let me suck on your beautiful breasts, they're so beautiful" he said.

She lowered a nipple to his mouth and enjoyed a few minutes of devotion, before saying

"Now the other one" and lowering that to his mouth. Soon though, she was getting more horny and began to slide her stomach over his mouth. Once her pussy was poised over his mouth, she looked down at him.

"Beg" she said simply.

"Please, lower your magnificent pussy to my mouth, sit there as long as you want, I'll do anything to please you, just let me taste you, please" he said and she relented.

"Oh, alright" she declared, sitting down on his mouth firmly. Watching him licking her was turning her on and she moved against his mouth occasionally but mostly sat and let him do the work.

"You know, just because you lick my arse, I will never lick yours, you know that don't you?" she quizzed him.

"Yes" he said, hungrily licking inside her fanny.

"Good. And just because I use your tongue every day, I'm not too keen on returning the favour, so when I suck you off, it will be once in a blue moon, got it?" she continued selfishly.

"Yes, I understand" he said, hoping she'd let him fuck her. "Well shut the fuck up then and make yourself useful. Worship me with your tongue" and with that, she slid forward a little.

"Where are your manners?" she said, when she felt his tongue caress her arsehole.

"Sorry. Please, please let me lick your delicious bum, your satisfaction comes first, that's the most important thing" he said.

"Damn right it is, go on then arselicker, show me what you can do" and stifled a sigh as he pushed his tongue inside her.

His tongue licked inside her ass, as she sighed out loud.

"Fuck, that's it, just like that. There's no way I'm snogging you after this" she thought out loud, pressing down a bit so his tongue could go deeper.

As she relaxed, she thought of something.

"Have you been wanking while I've been out?" she quizzed.

"Um, no, you told me not to" he said, licking again inside her arse.

"Good, because if you had, that would've been your lot for the night" she said haughtily, as she enjoyed the anal licking she was receiving.

He valiantly tried to push his tongue in as far as possible, as she expected. Then without warning, she slid back a little on his face, allowing his mouth to access her pussy. His tongue responded, delving into her cunt hole with gusto and spearing it over and over as she sighed happily.

"Fuck, that's it, as deep as possible, swallow my juices" she said and sighed again as his mouth kept responding to her needs.

"You taste so good" he said, hoping his constant compliments would drive her to orgasm and she would let him fuck her.

"Yes I do, don't I? If you lick me fantastically tonight, I might fuck you in the morning" she said, letting her words sink in to full effect, so it dawned on him that tonight would be about serving her oral needs only, hoping she would let his cock see some action in the morning.

"You are such a lucky boy and don't you forget it. Up a bit now fuck-face" and presented her clitoris area to him, giving him permission to lick her there.

He began to suck her clitoris, then her hand came down to pull his hair in towards her as he licked faster.

"Fuck, don't stop, I'm going to cum, keep licking, faster, fuck, aaahhhh!" she exclaimed, clutching his head tightly to her as she orgasmed. His tongue dipped lower again to lick her pussy until she recovered.

"I've got a braw idea" she said and rose up, turning round before sitting on his face again, facing his feet.

"Lick my arse and while you're doing it, reach up and give me a shoulder massage. Do a good job and I'll wank you off, but you're not to cum, got that?" she said.

"Yes" he replied.

"Well, don't dawdle, hurry up. And make some noise down there, I want to be in no doubt about exactly what you're doing" she said smugly.

Reaching forward, she began to stroke his hard cock while he tongue fucked her arse as ordered.

"Deeper" she said and felt him strive to respond, pushing his tongue into her increasingly relaxed ass. She closed her eyes briefly and smiled to herself, arching her back a little as his hands kneaded her shoulder blades while his tongue buried itself inside her.

"Up a bit" she said casually then

"No, yer hands ya prick, keep your tongue inside my arse!" as he moved the wrong one.

She sat dreamily on his face, looking forward to a slow build up to her 2nd orgasm - and a damn good fucking in the morning, by which time he'd be climbing the walls desperate to get his cock inside her.. She resisted the urge to laugh at how much pleasure she got and just by keeping him deprived for periods of time, he was willing to do her every bidding.

"Isn't that the best arse you've ever encountered in your life?" she offered him.

"Yes, you taste delicious. Your is ass the sexiest I've ever seen" he implored and began to tongue her there again.

"Fucking right it is. Keep the compliments coming, don't be shy now" she said, smiling again to herself.

"You are the most divine woman I've ever met" he went on between licks.

"You deserve to treated with respect and attention and if you want to be satisfied without returning any satisfaction, I should be grateful to please you" he said and she sat upright on his face more as he began to spear her again.




Selfish Lover



"Grateful? Yeah, I suppose you should be. I'm going to leave your cock in that case, it'll help you concentrate fully on my pleasure and if you do an amazing job, I'll let you fuck me in the morning" she concluded.

As she approached orgasm, she began to ride his face, becoming more turned on as she did so.

"Fuck, keep licking me fuck-face!" she moaned. At last she reached climax and after her thighs relaxed against his head, she stopped and just sat there recovering. He was licking gently along her slit while she sighed in recovery. 

A few months later, mid-summer, he was relaxing after cutting all the grass and doing the gardening at her new house. The kids were at their nan's for the night and she was floating about the house somewhere. Just then, as he was about to flick on the tv, she walked past his field of vision, wearing a t-shirt that came exactly to her waist.

Apart from that she was completely naked, her bare arse and legs quickly capturing his attention. She walked to the kitchen very casually and entered. He rose and followed her, to find her standing facing the worktop, milk, mug and kettle within reach. As he approached her, she said 

Well?". He guessed what was expected and knelt behind her.

Parting her ass-cheeks, his familiar tongue ran up and down the familiar crevice before swirling towards her bum hole. She gave no sign whatsoever of his ministrations but as his tongue pressed against her bum hole itself, it was relaxed to allow him entry.

He pushed gently inside as the kettle began to show the first signs of the water heating up. There was no other sound apart from the kettle and his laboured breathing as he began to rim her as deeply as he could. 5 minutes later, the kettle boiled and she casually poured out the water, letting it brew while he continued to lick her arse. Pouring the milk, she tasted it, murmuring satisfactorily at her efforts.

"Not bad" she announced.

"Are you enjoying it?" he asked before continuing his ministrations.

"Yeah, it's a graet cup of tea. Oh, you mean 'that', em, yeah whatever. Follow me" she said and without any ceremony, simply lifted her cup and walked away from him.

She entered the living room, sitting on the couch, her table beside her to put the tea on. He entered and she simply spread her legs wantonly, a barely imperceptible smile on her face as he knelt in front of her. She let her thighs slip over his shoulders, letting out a soft sigh, as his tongue swept up her slit, pushing deep inside her as she relaxed and flicked on the tv.

Looking around, she picked up her mobile and was about to dial when she glanced down at him.

"Now dinnae make me cum, right? I'm away to make a call, just keep me on the boil, if you're getting too frisky, I'll squeeze my legs and that means you go lower, awright?" she stated.

"Yes darling, anything you say" and kept his gentle tongue strokes on her slit.

"Hiya Ness, how's it going? Me? Yeah not bad, what about yerself? Good, that's great. Yeah, quiet night in, the kids are at my mum's so I'm having a night off" she said, glancing down at him smirking as she said so.

He was making little circles towards her clitoris, trying to be gentle so she didn't react too much.

"Him? Well, he mowed the grass, weeded and did a few bits and bobs. Me? Like I said, it was my day off. Yeah, I sunbathed at lunchtime when it was warm, but just sitting relaxing the night" continued, squeezing her thighs against his head to signal he should go lower.

"Yeah, that's right, I'm still the boss! As long as fuck-face does me with his mouth he gets his end away at least once a week, so it works out alright. Yeah, we'll need to have another night out soon. Alright, I'll see you later Ness. Take care, bye" and hung up.

She glanced down at him again.

"Up a bit fannylicker" and smiled as he did just as she wanted. She was going to cum soon and could see his face was now glistening with her juices although he had swallowed as much of them as possible.

"Alright, time to make me cum then, fuck, that's it. Oh you dirty bastard, you know just what to do, don't you? Fuck, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, don't you stop fuck-face.......aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!".

Her legs came together, squeezing tightly against his head as she came hard, holding his hair. Much later, she relaxed and loosened her legs a little. He licked very gently further down her slit as she recovered. A few minutes later and she felt a little more relaxed again as she watched him pleasure her.

"Not bad at all" she declared, a rare compliment.

"I was thinking, you know what would just be fantastic? If I went a couple of days without any of this then just had you do it for maybe all evening next time before I crash out. That would be fantastic, wouldn't it?" she said excitedly.

"Um, yeah, I guess it would" he said to her.

"Damn right it would" she said, almost as if declaring this was somehow as equally good for the both of them. It was 11pm and she was feeling tired and wanted to take advantage of an early night. Putting her hand on his forehead, she shoved him away and stood up.

"I'm going to bed" she said and almost burst out laughing at his eagerness to join her.

"Come up after you've dusted in here and washed up, awright?" and smiled as he nodded disappointedly.

He looked handsome but she had such control over such an amazing sex life, if she faltered at all, she would lose the buzz of being in charge.

About 20 minutes later, he finally made it up the stairs and although she was still awake, she was lying half on her front, dozing a little. His body joined hers but she made no move to roll towards him. It was obvious he was dying to fuck her, but she knew that sex always began with oral for her. She wasn't surprised to feel him slip under the covers until his familiar tongue was trying to reach her pussy.

Instead of turning over, she lay half on her side, half on her front, meaning it was almost impossible for him to lick her slit. He began instead to lick her arse, slowly starting to rim her instead. As his tired tongue searched deep inside her, she relented at last and rolled onto her back.....

"Mhhmm, that's nice. I don't think I could ever get tired of having you go down on me" she said casually to him.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she said to him. "Of course, I'd love to fuck you, I'm hoping you'll let me" he said.

"Well, don't stop what you're doing, but have a wee think about my satisfaction. Tell me something you could do that I'd absolutely love and I'll maybe let your cock inside me" she said haughtily.

Half an hour later, she came violently, her legs locked around his head as she soaked his face and yelled out her orgasm. This time, she was so turned on, she pulled him up until he was delighted to be pushing his cock into her. He fucked her like a stallion, driving into her again and again as she was lost in a sea of ecstasy. His energy seemed boundless and he was clearly trying to last as long as possible. But eventually, as the base of his cock stimulated her clitoris, he pulled out at the last minute as she came and swiftly, she ducked down, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking purposely on it. He only lasted a minute, before he came in her mouth. She let him subside then spat out his cum and cuddled into him, the pair of them exhausted.

The next morning, she awakened to find him preparing breakfast. He came back in the room with a tray of tea and toast, with the newspaper. Laying it down on the table beside the bed, she stretched and plumped up her pillows a bit into a sitting position. She took a sip of the tea then glanced at him as he seemed about to depart again.

"Where are you going?" she asked him.

"Um, just to grab a cup of tea for myself" he answered.

"Not yet you're not. Make yourself useful while you're here" and as she said so, she pulled the covers back to reveal her wearing only a bra, completely naked otherwise.

He didn't dare object and climbed into bed, his head already level with her waist. Adjusting herself a little, she let him get into place, his face between her familiar thighs as she let the covers drop back again. 

Picking up the newspaper, she flicked through the day's articles as his soft tongue gently licked along the lips, before darting in between them, inside her. She flicked through the paper, finding an article on male strippers and ogled the studs in the article. She squeezed her thighs together when she felt him try to get to her clitoris; she was in no hurry to orgasm and became more engrossed in the article as his tongue stayed away from areas that would have her orgasming.

"Louder" she said offhandedly, smiling quietly to herself as his mouth began to suck unashamedly at her pussy, slurping down her juices and making loud smacking noises with his mouth against her fanny.

Finishing her cup of tea, she put the paper down for a moment and crossed her hands behind her head, relaxing as she thought about having this sort of treatment every morning. The only sounds in the room were coming from his mouth on her pussy and she enjoyed the sound of effort below the covers. She lay thinking about ways that could make her pleasure even greater. Pulling back the duvet, she watched him for a while before she said

"What are you thinking about?". He was confused at first then said

"Um, nothing at all, just concentrating on this" he said, hoping this was the right answer.

"Why were you not thinking about my pleasure, more ways to please me eh? You're so selfish, well at least one of us was thinking about me" she said.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to make this great for you" he said sheepishly.

"Shut the fuck up and get back to licking fuck-face, make me cum" and he responded instantly, his mouth capturing her clitoris and sucking purposely on it as she put her hands on the back of his head, her legs pressing harder against his head as she came violently.

"Fuck, that's it you bastard, yesssssssssssss!!" she said, groaning, as he sucked and lapped at her.

A little later he had licked all the pussy juice of her thighs, arse and pussy.

That night, she approached him before bed.

"I've got a surprise for you, lucky boy" she said, clad only in a t-shirt that came above her bum and left her naked from the waist down.

He followed her excitedly into the bedroom, as she ushered him to the bed. She had soon secured his hands to the bedpost with sheets, then as she stripped him, she slipped a cock-ring on him, before he got completely hard. He soon became as stiff as a post as she positioned her cunt over his cock. She was already wet from arousal and he slid in quite easily. She fucked him like this for 10 minutes, during which time he was straining but unable to cum. Then she slipped up his body, leaving a wet trail of pussy juice on his torso.

Sliding right up, she sat on his face, looking down into his eyes, as she let him tongue-fuck her.

"Since you declared this afternoon that you would make it more obvious you're thinking of my leasure, I thought you'd be pleased to know the cock-ring stays on until I say it comes off. And that's not going to be tonight. This way I can fuck your cock and your face until I'm thoroughly satisfied and you don't have to bother getting distracted about pleasing me by getting an orgasm yourself. That's fantastic, isn't it?" she said, smiling down at him knowingly.

She watched him slowly bathe her slit and swallow her juices. "Anything you want" he replied. She slowly and deliberately slid forward until her arse was over his mouth.

"I don't think you've earned the right to lick my fanny yet, have you? Lets see if you're any good at rimming" and settled her bum down on to his mouth. He immediately began delicately, allowing her arse hole to relax and draw his tongue in. As he finally managed to get it in and gradually began to rim her, she sat relaxing and thought about something from the other week.

"Mind that porn we watched last week, the one where the two girls were in it. And that girl that looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth was in charge and then the other one had the upper hand later on, the dark haired one? Well, I was thinking, they called it Top and Bottom, didn't they. The one in charge was Top and the one doing all the pleasuring was Bottom. Well, that's a wee bit like us, isn't it? Except that I'm Top all the time, getting the pleasure and you're Bottom, providing the pleasure" she mused as he licked her arse.

"Yes darling, exactly like that" he agreed, continuing to lick her and push his tongue in and out. She smiled at that and said

"I mean, being Top and all, I would never put my tongue in a guy's arse, no way. But I don't just enjoy your tongue in mine's, I expect it. If I get all the pleasure then being rimmed is something that I enjoy. And I will" she declared, beginning to move back and forth on his face, while his tongue tried to anticipate her movements, occasionally darting in to lick her arse, or trying to lick her pussy, but mostly keeping it out so she could fuck his face better.

She didn't hold back, mashing her pussy down on to his mouth, then sliding back and forward. After a sloppy orgasm, she slowed down then gazed down at his face, covered now in her juices. 

"Okay, I want you to continue very slowly. And don't you dare go near my delicious clit unless I tell you to. Do you hear me?" she said.

"Yes darling" he said, licking inside her pussy gently.

"Fucking right, shut the fuck up and keep licking inside me then" and relaxed as his tongue did exactly as she wished.

Some time later and they had an agreement where she had a night out with her friend, Ness, once a month, occasionally every 3 weeks. Usually, her friend would come round and they would have a glass of wine before he drove them to town. By now, they had a routine. She was never quite 'ready' when her friend arrived and would have some wine then 'excuse herself' to quickly apply her make-up.

This meant a trip to the bedroom. If she was wearing a skirt, she didn't even have to tell him what to do anymore. He was expected to kneel behind her and rim her enthusiastically, while she finished her lipstick and eyeliner off. If it was trousers, they were pulled down a short way so she could enjoy his tongue in her arse.

Once she got close to orgasm, she would turn round, muffling her sighs as he pleased her immensely by licking her clit to orgasm. Then she simply adjusted her clothes and walked back to the lounge, shouting back through for him to hurry up and drive them. The motivation to pleasure her this way was her cruel observation the first time he did it. She told him that if he didn't lick her exactly as she wanted while she was getting ready, thus bringing her to a fantastic orgasm, then she might get frisky while out and 'who knows what could happen'. Her friend and her lived very close by and shared the taxi home. Arriving meant the familiar figure of her, a little drunkenly approaching the bed and straddling his face, whether he was awake or not. The alcohol meant it took her forever to orgasm and his jaw ached as she rolled off him and promptly fell asleep. 

They did split up for 4 months at one point, as he complained they didn't have intercourse enough. In that time, she had a fling with a guy from another town, going as far as sleeping with him on a few occasions.

Meanwhile, at work a woman who was friends with her, had been using him for 'sex' occasionally. Well, he only managed to fuck her twice but they were often in the disabled toilet at the end of a shift, where he knelt in front of the woman and licked her to orgasm. Soon though, he met up with her again and they talked things over. She was still seeing the other guy but admitted she would be open to getting back with him and they seemed to be getting on well. She invited him back. Once home, they went straight to bed; she was pleased, as once they were naked, he began to kiss down her body. Oh how she had missed his mouth and cock!

After licking her for a good 20 minutes, she told him to get on his back. Once he did so, she immediately straddled him and sat on his face. His tongue soon went back to parting her pussy lips and licking his tongue around her nectar coated walls.

"Fuck, you're good at that. Look, I'm not 100% about the future, I said I would be open to seeing about getting back together with you. But you have to see it from my side. I can get regular sex if I want, the other guy's not bad at oral, but he's rubbish at rimming. I said not bad at oral, he's not fantastic though, so there's definite benefits to getting back with you. What I'll judge it on is if you can 'convince' me. I'm not going to just start sleeping with you yet, but...........lets see if that mouth of yours is willing enough to be the only mouth I cum on" she mused, as he licked her.

"You're pleasure's the most important thing" he said wisely, as his tongue delved inside her pussy again.

"Damn right it is. I'm in the mood for a few orgasms the night so get licking" she said haughtily and sighed as he did so.

The next day, he left and agreed to visit her again on the Thursday. They chatted when he came round and she smirked as he got to the floor and helped her off with her trousers. She waited until she was naked from the waist down then slipped her thighs over her shoulders, getting comfy.

She told him to put his hands under her ass and raised up a little to allow him to do so. Once he began to lick her, she sighed pleasurably, watching him.

"Um, have you um, saw that other guy since the weekend?" he ventured nervously. She regarded him coolly, before responding.

"As a matter of fact I did. He was licking me on Monday night, still rubbish at rimming but he managed to make me cum twice. I didn't fuck him though, although I did consider it. As I said, you've got a lot of convincing to do. I'm not dumping him until I'm sure things are going to work out between us the way I want. And that means you are going to focus solely on my desires. The more I think you're making an effort to please me, the sooner I'll get rid of him and you can have me all to yourself. At the moment you are in direct competition to win my affections. I want you to understand that there will be a few more occasions that I'll compare both of you then I'll make a decision by the end of the month. That's 2 weeks away, so you just continue focusing on me and maybe you'll get lucky. If its any encouragement for you to make more effort, you're doing a better job than him at present" she replied.

He hated the thought of another guy doing this to her and responded by giving her one of the best orgasms she'd had for a while. Finally, 2 weeks later, she had him round.

"Well, I've made a decision" she said, as she sat on his face.

"Whichever one of us wins you is the lucky one" he said humbly and she smirked.

"Well, last night, I told him that it was over. He was a gutted, but I said I didn't want any begging or efforts to get it back on. However, I've also decided something else. As its not a 50/50 situation in the bedroom, I've decided to symbolise it through orgasms. From now on, you'll get about a minimum of 6 blow jobs a year and I'll get a minimum of 300 orgasms a year. That's 50 times as much and a perfect symbol of your obedience" she said haughtily.

"Thank you for choosing me" he said and she smiled down at him.

"You'll have lots of chances to thank me over time, you lucky boy......." just then her mobile rang and she looked at the number.

"Guess who this is? I'm going to answer 'cause I'm curious what he has to say, but you never know, stranger things have happened. He might have an incredible offer I have to consider and well............if you want to make sure I'm not persuaded........" she left it unsaid.




Selfish Lover



He increased his oral pleasuring of her, his mouth moving up to tease her clitoris before fluttering his tongue skilfully down and along the lips of her pussy.

"Hiya. Look, I told you its over, it never really started anyway, so its best this way" she said on the phone.

Her control was impressive, her voice staying neutral even as he drove he was now fucking her with his tongue.

"Mhhmm, no. You're not persuading me otherwise, I've made my decision. Besides" she said as by now his tongue had reached her bum and was already making a monumental effort to rim her as deeply as possible "I always think my decisions over carefully and that's it. Goodbye" she said and hung up.

Glancing down at him, she smiled again. "Well, you made sure I wasn't going to be convinced otherwise arselicker. Now, lets see if you can keep up the 'good work'" she said, smirking down at him.

A few weeks later, it was his birthday. As a treat, she told him to pull out of her when he was fucking her that morning and moved down to take him in her mouth. Keeping a steady sucking motion, she massaged the head with her tongue, licking as she continued to suck him.

He managed to last 10 minutes until at last he came in spurts, which she happily swallowed, before releasing his cock from her mouth. That evening, they returned after an early meal at which they were the perfect loving couple. She was acting romantically and he was delighted. Once back at the house, she told him of her surprise present.

"Go down behind the couch honey, I don't want you to see the surprise until I get it" she said smiling. He happily got up and knelt behind the couch, wondering what she had got him.

"Now close your eyes" she said and he did so. He heard her moving towards him and resisted opening his eyes. Then swiftly, she knelt behind him.

"Don't peek just yet" she said lovingly and he felt her do something to his hands. Then she rose and swiftly put a collar round his neck.

"Open your eyes" she said and he did so. She was standing in front of him, wearing her short cardigan and nothing else, completely naked from the waist down. In her hands, she held a leash, attached to the collar around his neck and with his hands tied behind his back, she smiled warmly at him.

"Happy birthday loverboy. What a fantastic present, isn't it? I'm going to have some fun with you tonight birthday boy, as its your special day. Do you like it?" she said, looking very pleased with herself.

"Um, this is a surprise. What will we be doing darling?" he asked, hoping it wouldn't all be about her, especially on his birthday.

"We're going to have a very enjoyable, relaxing evening! Its your birthday so its just us tonight and you look very sexy wearing your birthday collar. Follow me" she said, tugging gently on the leash. She walked slowly round to the front of the couch with him shuffling just behind. Once she was in front of it, she sat down and positioned him in front of her, spreading her legs.

"You don't have to do too much work honey, as its your birthday. With this leash, I can direct all the movements you see" and with that, she pulled his head towards her crotch.

He licked the familiar fanny as she smiled, looking very pleased with herself.

"Take your time, lets make this a special night PAL" she told him and sighed as he slowed down even more, until he was just kissing and gently licking up and down her slit.

She seemed in no hurry for her 1st orgasm and he could tell by the look in her eye that she would easily manage more than one, meaning a long night for him. With his hands tied behind his back, she was enjoying being able to direct his movements. 

Tugging up a little would bring his mouth to her clitoris and she let him pleasure her there before unexpectedly pulling him down again. After about 20 minutes, she spread her legs more and slipped her thighs over his shoulders.

"What are you?" she said.

"Um, your lover?" he guessed.

"Well, yeah, suppose you are. But what else are you?" she said, pulling on the leash until he was in a rimming position.

"Oh, you're um, PAL" he said hopefully.

"That's right, my PAL. Although, I'm not your PAL, am I?" she said purposely.

"No, I'm your PAL" he said. "And what do PAL's do?" she went on, smiling.

"They perform analingus" he said.

"Well, they do, but first they always ask nicely" she reminded him.

"Sorry. Please, allow me the pleasure of pleasuring your beautiful bum, I'll beg to move back up when its time, please" he said.

"Oh, go on then. Birthday boy" she added as his tongue stroked inside her arse just the way she liked.

She pulled the leash in just a little tighter, bringing his mouth as close as possible to her arse.

"I've got another present for you tomorrow. Something I'm going to enjoy just as much as you. Doesn't that sound good, something we both enjoy equally?" she said to him.

The next day, they drove to town and went to the piercing and tatoo parlour which an old school friend of hers ran. Once in she explained to him she was buying him a tongue stud.

"Only a little one darling, but its going to feel so good when you're going down on me. Think about how fantastic its going to feel" she went on excitedly.

He felt a little embarrassed as she joked to her friend.

"And you know what I'll be having him doing all the time when its in!".

It was another 2 weeks before his tongue was fully healed and and she made sure they had a night in together. She had managed to enjoy it briefly the night before when she returned from her night out and as usual approached the bed and straddled his face without even checking if he was awake or not. It only took an hour for her to cum twice as his tongue stud did indeed enhance things just that little bit more.

"Get it up me!" she groaned as his tongue buried itself inside her pussy after her 2nd orgasm.

"You want more then?" he asked politely.

"Damn right. The best things happen in 3's, so 1 more before I take my sleep then wake up to my private alarm clock" she said confidently, knowing that meant his tongue inside her first thing in the morning.

The next morning, she awoke to the pleasant sensations of his tongue stud brushing lightly over her clitoris. As he licked her over and over, she decided it was time she enforced her authority.

"Um, what the fuck do you think you're doing? I thought you were good at oral, but at this rate, the next time your cock sees the light of day could be quite a while" she haughtily declared.

They had finally split up for good about 6 months later. He had already been out on a couple of dates with other girls who were a lot more willing to please him too. But she still excited him, he couldn't deny that. He was surprised when she arrived at his flat one evening.

"I'm going out with the girls, do you mind if I stay over?" she said.

"Um, no, that's fine" he replied surprised.

"Good" and with that she got ready and went out.

When she got back, he licked her to sleep and awake again the next day. A couple of weeks later she did the same thing and after that, whenever she went out, it was to have him pleasure her later and a free bed for the night.

Once, she had even fucked him. Then it changed. She came back from a night out with 3 of her friends. They were all a little drunk and he fetched drinks for them all. She pulled him aside and said

"Now listen, it's almost as if we're getting back together isn't it? And I know you'd love that, wouldn't you?" she said.

"Yes, hopefully we can work it out" he said eagerly.

"Well, you are going to do exactly as I say tonight, don't fucking embarrass me and don't you even think of hesitating to do anything I say of you because if you want my arse on your face tonight, you're going to earn it, or I'll sit on someone else's, it's that simple. Now when I call you, you're going to do what you usually do and forget anyone else is in the room" and without waiting for a reply, she walked back to the living room.

They were all laughing at something she was telling them when she called him. "Get through here" she said and he arrived. She was only wearing her long shirt

"You know what to do" she said blatantly and with his ears burning with embarrassment, he crossed to her and knelt.

As his tongue performed its usual pussy worship, she said

"See, I told you. Now I've got a little treat for the lot of you, back in a sec" and with that she she pushed him away and walked to the bedroom.

"Hurry up fuckface" she called and he followed.

"On the bed" she said and once he was lying on it, she tied his feet and hands to it.

"Now, you're going to be the entertainment for tonight and I might stay over again. Don't show me up" she warned him and walked back to the livingroom.

One by one, the girls came through, sat on his face and fucked themselves to orgasm or let him lick them to it. More than once.

She didn't go back to going out with him fully, but kept up the regular visits where he was expected to be a willing cunnilinguist in order to be allowed to fuck her once in a blue moon. Once, she even went out on a date, informing him of this while he rimmed her prior to going out.

"So, if you do a good job now, then I suppose I'll come back here to stay" she said simply.

Upon returning, she got ready for bed then let him lie out so she could mount his face.

"Well, he was a charmer" she said as he licked her.

Telling him about her date while he licked her was turning her on a lot and in no time she was coming on his face. A few weeks later, he was finally fed up with the treatment and 

Went out on a date of his own. When she found out, she was horrified. It also made her realise that although it was all about her pleasure, she needed his unique brand of selfless pleasuring he gave her.

It was clear dates with other guys would only have him getting his own back this way. She turned up at his flat one evening in a long coat. Once inside, she removed it to reveal hold ups, no panties, a teddy top and her heels. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head as she walked to the living room.

Once seated, she simply opened her legs and said

"Don't keep me waiting".

He didn't need to be told twice and let her get comfortable as her stocking clad thighs draped over his shoulders.

"Now, first things first. I am willing to forego any dates I'm offered by other guys. Trust me, you know I could easily pull someone so it's quite a statement me doing that. But if I'm not dating other guys, should I date you again? What do you bring to the table to offer me? Mind that list you did for me, well, I'd like to try every single thing on it and test you on each point. And it goes without saying you are definitely not getting to date anyone either, awright?" she said.

"Yes, I promise I won't date anyone else, I'll strive to show you I'm worthy of being your lover" he said.

"Well, a good start would be to shut the fuck up and strive to get that tongue stud on my g-spot and maybe my a-spot if your begging's improved any" she said imperiously.

She closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying having to do nothing and receive such pleasure – but she knew she could and would have even more pleasure from him. Glancing down at him, she was becoming more turned on. She would need to come more than once to calm her down.

She parted her legs just a little more, allowing his tongue to take long, slow sweeps of her slit, managing to capture most of her juices.

"I want you to give some thought about things that would really please me. Think about what would bring me more pleasure and ways to give me more pleasure" she said then without warning, she pushed him away and got up.

Walking to the window, she glanced out of it, leaving him unsure of what to do. He wondered if he should continue to pleasure her and dropped to kneel behind her.

Planting kisses on both her cheeks, he began to lick her arse crack. She felt him part her more and soon, his tongue was trying to wiggle its way into her arsehole.

"It's important you know your place fuckface. On your knees with your tongue buried in my arse, doing as you're told, existing for my pleasure, don't you?" she said.

"Yes darling, your pleasure is all that counts" he intoned, trying to rim her even more deeply.

She was enjoying the view while he knelt on the hard floor, hands massaging her arse cheeks, his face pressed tightly into her arse. She gave no indication she was bored or excited, seemingly content to have him try and keep her aroused with analingus.

"Okay, time I had a seat again" she said and backing into him slightly, she dislodged his tongue and went to the couch.

As he was about to lick her fanny, she looked down at him. "You have to earn that, it's a privilege, isn't it?" she said.

"Yes it is a privilege. Please let me lick your delicious pussy for as long as you want" he implored.

"Not until you've earned it. Get back to rimming me arselicker. If you excite me enough, I'll allow you the honour of licking my fanny" she said, satisfied as he let her relax and began to tongue her anus again.

"Fuck me with your nose while you're rimming me fuckface. Live up to your name and fuck me with your face" she said commandingly and enjoyed the way he began to fuck her with his nose, driving his tongue even deeper inside her.

It didn't matter that he'd been on his knees now for over half an hour or was finding it more difficult to breathe as both his nose and mouth was concentrated on pleasing her. The only thing that mattered was that her pleasure came first and right now he was doing exactly as she wanted. The lewd noises coming from his mouth and nose were becoming more ragged as he struggled to catch a breath in between his efforts.

"Fuck, that sounds so filthy. Right, up a bit, you can have the special privilege of licking my divine fanny" she said. 

Do you want me to continue this story? Happy to do so!