0 comments/ 11351 views/ 2 favorites Story 01 By: Eppiminonda As I sit at my desk, playing a computer game, I see you out of the corner of my left eye, sitting on the edge of my neatly made double size bed, flipping through a book you found on my floor. I stop my game, get up and walk over to the bed. I grab the book out of your hands and quickly toss it on the floor. You give me a look, a look of shock, but the expression quickly changes when grab your crotch through your jeans and move to straddle your pelvis. I begin to move my lower body in erythematic motions on your quickly risen member and I roughly kiss your lips which at first don't move, but respond quickly with equal pressure and roughness. Your hands are lying lifeless at your side as if not knowing what to do. I pull away from our messy kisses and proceed to undo your pants slowly, with my left hand holding the button and the right unzipping. I pull them down your legs, but you kick them off as I proceed to take off my shirt which reveals my pert breasts, nipples standing at attention. We reposition on the bed, tossing my extra blankets and pillows on the floor. I put my right hand down your plaid boxers grabbing your hard on; my left hand restraining your two hands above your head. I slowly let go of your hands and slowly drag my index finger down your arm to your chest, stopping to play with your nipples, then down to your belly button. I trace circles around it, and then move down to remove your boxers with both hands. I tease you by pulling the elastic down and up around your waist, but end up stripping you of them. I back up off of you and proceed to take off my jeans. I toss them on the floor and straddle you again, but on your thighs. I gently massage your hard member with my right hand. I work my hand up and down your hard on: first slow and focused at the tip, occasionally kissing the tip. I start to grip a little tighter and I speed up the movement. I work my hand up and down quicker and quicker. I use my left hand to fondle your balls gently. I feel you tensing up, knowing you're about to come. I beat you off faster until your warm come slides down my hand. I smile and lick it all off. You lay there in surprise, but I don't let you pause long. As I'm taking your right hand and direct it to my chest, you decide to take charge. You lightly graze my stomach with your finger tips and tell me to roll over onto my stomach. So, I'm lying down with just my red panties on and you grab a half melted ice cube and place it in the dimples on the small of my back. I shiver in delight. You trace the pools of water all around the small of my back and blow on it, making cool chills up my spine. This teasing is making me wetter by the second and I can hardly take it. You turn me over and trace the ice cube around my nipples blowing on them to increase the sensation. You begin to kiss me all over my chest occasionally stopping to suck my erect nipples. Finally your hands trace my body's frame all the way to my wet snatch, first gently massaging my clit. I close my eyes in pleasure and feel your finger slip into me. I let out a soft moan as I feel your finger inside me, but hardly able to make a noise when your second finger slides in. I roll my eyes back in pleasure, gripping the bed sheets. I feel your fingers moving inside me, hitting every tender spot. As you begin to speed up, my body trembles, and I know that I am coming soon. I grab the sheets squeezing them in my fist. I manage to speak words, "I, I... I'm coming, Oh god yes, I'm coming." As all my energy is exerted in this terrific orgasm, my legs shake. I catch my breath and lay in a mix of shock and sweet relaxation. You lay down next to me and we kiss softly. As we lay their naked, I know I'm not done with you. I look at you, smile and grab your still hard penis. I straddle on top of you, but with my back facing you. I grind your hard on for a couple seconds but then begin to insert you into me. I take your hands and place them on my breasts. You fondle them, very lightly tweaking my nipples every second or so. I place my hands on either side of your legs and begin to pull myself up and down on your throbbing member. I lean forward and back just enough to put the right amount of pleasurable pressure on you. I lay my back onto your stomach as your holding my chest and I have both legs at either side of yours. You bring your legs up, pushing your cock farther into my snatch. I moan in pleasure as you begin to push in and out, in and out. You fasten your pace and I tighten my muscles around you. I feel every bump and contour of your manhood inside me and I feel that you are about to come. You move faster and faster as I make myself tight as I can get. I come as I feel your warm come shoot off inside my constricting snatch. We lay there, my back on your stomach, breathing heavily. I roll off of you and lay at your side. I kiss you shoulder, neck, ear, then lips lightly as you lay there smiling softly with your eyes closed. Story 01: Our Conjugal Amorousness Cast of Characters with their Profile: Sushma: Her relation with Mahir: Wife Her age: 27 years Her occupation: A knack housewife Her face: Alluring and nymphish, oval in shape Her eyes: Deep set, heavy-lidded, and dark brown Her nose: Straight Her mouth and lips: Full and rosy pink Her hair: Black, silky, ample, and mostly intertwined by her into a thick plait which runs down to her arse Her voice: Musical Her figure: Voluptuous, hourglass, and soft -- contoured Her BWH: 38DDD/29/40 Her height: 5' 5" Her attire: Sari (nivi drape), mangalsutra, and bangles. She prefers to wear bangles on her left wrist. Some Info about Sushma's Sari drape: The sari is a strip of unstitched cloth which is worn over a petticoat or underskirt and a short-sleeved choli or blouse. There are various styles of sari drapes but most common of them is known as nivi. The nivi drape starts with one end of the sari tucked into the waistband of petticoat. The cloth is wrapped around the lower body once, then hand-gathered into even pleats just below the navel. The pleats are also tucked into the waistband of petticoat. They create a graceful, decorative effect similar to the petals of a flower. After one more turn around waist, the loose end is draped over shoulder. This loose end is called the pallu or pallav which is draped diagonally in front of the torso. It is worn across the right hip to over the left shoulder, partly baring the midriff. The navel can be revealed or concealed by the wearer as she can adjust the pallu, depending on social setting in which the sari is being worn. The long end of the pallu hanging from the back of shoulder is often intricately decorated. The pallav may either be left hanging freely, tucked in at the waist, used to cover the head, or just used to cover the neck by draping it across the right shoulder as well. Mahir (Narrator of this story): His relation with Sushma: Husband His age: 23 years His occupation: Chartered accountant His face: Square with prominent cheek bones His eyes: Close set His nose: Convex His lips: Thin His hair: Black and close cropped His voice: Deep in pitch His figure: Muscular His height: 5' 6" His attire: Shirt and pantaloon, Kurta or loose shirt and pajamas or trousers (mostly worn by him at home) Sushma and I were married one year back. Since then our conjugal love has grown stronger and deeper than before. The love she feels for me and the love I express with her is pure and heartfelt. It suits best for me to dramatize this amorousness as the central idea of first story. Most of our nights pass under the lingering passion of making love. Every time, we prefer to change the routine. Hence, I can't jot down all the overnight, erotic adventures we indulge into. Nevertheless to generalize the narration, I have to spice it up for the sake of pleasure. After taking supper we go to our bedroom. We chat heartily and watch TV for some time. Then I take the initiative and we hug each other. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss and my tongue pushes into her full lips. She responds impulsively by sucking on my lips and tongue. My hands don't stay idle but they roam up and down her back. I can hear her moans which mix with the jingle of bangles as she raises her arms to hug me around shoulders. The kiss seems to lock our lips for ages. But I break it on an urge to slobber down her body. I kiss on her neck and proceed to her huge bust which is yet covered under the choli. I don't stop there but kiss down her midriff which is still enshrouded by the pallu. Sushma closes her eyes and raises her left arm higher. I hear the jingle of her bangles again and can perceive the shift of pallu from her midriff. Now I can kiss on her exposed navel and dart my tongue out to lick it. My arms clasp Sushma around her wide hips. I turn my head to kiss and lap on the naked left side of her waist. After nuzzling down her hip, I bury my face into the pleats of sari where her ripe womanhood lies underneath. She pulls at my hair, and I take this as an alarm for the rise of heat between her thighs. Perceiving at her desire for some bold foreplay, I look up at her and get on my feet. We hug and kiss each other fervently before going to bed. With deft maneuver I take-off Sushma's sari, unbutton her blouse, unhook her bra and pull the petticoat down her full legs. Then I step back and stare at her. Now she stands before me in stark-naked splendor. Usually I do not take off my clothes before going through the erotic tour of her nudity. Hence I push her on back and kneel beside her then. At first, I reach her face. Sushma smiles beauteously and closes her eyes at the light touch of my fingers. They roam all over her face in smooth deliberation. This blissful expression on her face makes me to stoop over her. My lips kiss hers lightly. The jingle of bangles is followed by her welcoming hug and I close my eyes too. The warmth of this embrace intoxicates us in the glory of heartfelt affection and the kiss grows passionate. Indeed, we are engrossed into the depth of this unbreakable bond. Yes it's unbreakable even if Sushma's vulnerable nakedness triggers me to slide down and proceed with the erotic tour of her curvaceous figure. I kiss Sushma on chin, cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead and lips. I lick on her neck and she heaves under lingering stupor. After bracing my knees between her thighs I lick her neck again, and reach her chest to grab on the pair of bikini-lined jugs. I have to stoop further and feed my eyes with this taking close up. The resilient lop-sided massiveness of her breasts ignites my hunger while I keep on squeezing them. I stare at the rise and fall of her light brown nipples under the manual pressure. Her huge melons seem to attract me for more attention. Instantly, I kiss the lush pair of her mammas with alternative deliberation and dart my tongue out to coat them with saliva. After licking and kissing her breasts repetitively, I open my mouth to suck her left nipple. My lips take her firm flesh and hold it in forced suction. The lubricating effect of saliva lets her nipple to slip out of my mouth momentarily. I take Sushma's left teat orally, slurp-sucking it again. She moans softly. Her right hand fingers through my hair as I kiss her erect nipple. My tongue makes circular strokes on her large areola before I suck her tit for more. Then, I kiss my way to her right boob and lap it like a hungry cat. My tongue makes circular lapping strokes over its resilient mass and areola. I press my mouth on her sensitive nipple and hear her say "Ooh...ummm..." Sushma's moans urge me to open mouth and take that light brown protuberance in hard suction. I suck and lick both of her huge tits for longer moments before proceeding to kiss down her soft creamy midriff. Darting my tongue out, I try to push its tip into Sushma's navel and make quick lingual twirls. After pressing my mouth hard on her button, I nuzzle further down to her mons. There, I can smell the pungency of her dripping pussy that is sheltered by the bushy triangle. She moves her body a bit as I touch and push her thighs wide open. With left hand, I shift her dark tendrils that have hidden her pink petals. The aroma of her sex intoxicates me to lick her groins. My right hand strokes her sensitive morsel with gentle deliberation. This generates the sparks of lust within her very soul and she says, "Yesss... aah... ummm... yesss..." To keep her waiting for a good oral intrusion of pussy sounds bad. Hence, I dive my face between her thighs and inhale the odor oozing from her entrance. Her vaginal slit quivers as I rub my nose into her labia. Her moans get louder and the pleasure building within her is ignited as I dart my tongue out to lick her slit in upward strokes. I lick and lap Sushma's pussy like a hungry cat. Thereby, my lips plant a kiss on her hood to mark the location of her ultra sensitive clit. It isn't difficult for me to take a bite of her pink morsel and she grabs on the bed-spread under utmost lust. Sushma's moans grow louder which excite me to lick her cunt further on. I lick and kiss and suck her cunt with vigor. She doesn't want me to stop and I don't want to stop. Her hands now push my head deeper into her womanhood and my face seems to be glued between her thighs. Sushma cries aloud and I eat her more. She screams as the pleasure-waves brim at peak within her quivering vagina. Under heightened tension of lust, she sprays her honey into my thirsty mouth. I drink her girl-cum to the last drop and lick her slit clean of its traces. I keep on lapping her spent cunt, kiss her thighs and then crawl atop her. For some time, we lie on bed in a warm snuggling hug before she helps me to be denuded like her and I take the initiative again. I am always earnest to kiss her gorgeous body from head to toe. I lick Sushma's soles, suck her toes and then crawl up slobbering her front all over again. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss and then we shift positions. I turn her over to lie face down and proceed to lick her back from nape to flanks. As I stroke her bigger bottom, she moans softly. I take this as an encouragement to be more passionate with her. Hence I lick the crease between her ass cheeks, bite them alternatively, and kiss down her legs. After licking her calves and soles, I revert on those fleshy buttocks to kiss. For rebuilding the lust within her, I help my wife to lie on back again. With gentle deliberation, I push Sushma's thighs apart to eat her cunt and then crawl up to suck her engorged nipples. We engage in a deep lip-locking kiss, stroking each other's bodies alongside. The kiss doesn't break even while our bodies shift positions. After bracing my legs between her splayed thighs, I reach her tits to squeeze them. This time, Sushma doesn't lie under me as a dummy. Her right hand reaches down to stroke my 7" hardness. In response to Sushma's signal, I have to lower my hips and facilitate her for guiding my shaft's entry through her front door. She sighs as my bulbous tip touches her ready petals. And what a delicious feeling it is! My sensitive tip comes in contact with Sushma's moistened orifice. We both hiss and our moans seem to echo within the room. Instantly, I dive into her sheath and my cock slides slowly through her lubricated love-canal. We are in blissful contentment now. The pleasure shoots up higher as the tip of my cock lodges deeper through the pink walls of her cunt. I take my phallus out momentarily and with the downward force of hips, I push into Sushma's cunt again. At first the tempo is slower but it picks up its pace as I make thrust after thrust into her. I've been successful to please my wife whenever it comes to fuck and I know this surely works; lodging my weapon down to her hilt and then sliding it out while keeping the tip within her love-canal. I have good control on shooting out the semen. Hence, the thrusts I make into her usually exceed up to 10 scores. As this fucking episode goes longer, Sushma rolls her eyes in stupor and scratches my back. Ultimately, I grow violent on my wife. The heightened lust fills her up to the brim. Her screams grow louder at each push and she hugs me tight. I strain up because my glands seem to engorge under the pressure of utmost desire. And then we are released together... I push my hips hard against hers as the gushes of cum ooze from our genitals and get mixed into her love tunnel. The violent stress of fuck drains out much of our vitality. I lie atop her lax form. Sushma's legs are still parted around my narrow hips. Our genitals are yet merged together. It seems to us that we've passed out for uncountable moments. Sometimes it doesn't happen, and sometimes it so happens that I get up and turn her to lie face down. I kiss Sushma's back from nape to toes and spend more time on kissing her huge cheeks. After licking the crease between them, I turn her on back again. I kiss Sushma on lips, proceed on sucking her tits and go down to eat her cunt. When she sighs out her release, I lick her pussy clean of cum. Before going through another mind blowing fuck, I kiss her body from head to toe and again from toe to head. Then we fall asleep hugging each other for the rest of night. Story 01 Pt. 01 "I am curious, but inexperienced. Could you tell me more?" That's all it said. I get those sorts of replies to my ad on a bdsm personals site all the time. I figure it is some frustrated woman who is too afraid to actually make a move to the dark side of her fantasies. I am convinced all women have them, but for whatever reason they are afraid to act on them. (Every woman I've known who has acted on them with me was eventually glad, if irrevocably changed, by the way.) My reply was as usual a series of questions and directions. "If you are truly interested, reply. Take your time, be explicit. Give me a physical description; a photo would be nice too. When did you discover your interest in D/s and how. What experience do you have, if any? Tell me how your desires manifest themselves. (i.e. fetishes, pornography, fantasy, etc.) How bad to you need it? Reply soon. I devote a great deal of time to my hobby. Someone else might take your place if you delay." I am only seeing a couple of women right now, women I have known for quite some time, women who for various reasons it was impossible to have completely and I wanted someone fresh, someone a little less predictable, maybe someone a little dangerous, hence, my online ad. It was a cool spring morning. I was pruning the euonymus that grows on the front brick of my home. I enjoy gardening very much. I am very proud of my efforts at landscaping. I take great pains to care for it. I find great satisfaction in arranging different plants, watching them grow, seeing how they change through the seasons. I am afraid my home sticks out from the rest of the neighborhood for it's lush flora. Neighbors are frequently complimenting it or asking questions about it. The neighborhood is mostly made of small cottage style homes, occupied by old single women whose husbands have died or left them, and yuppie couples just starting out who cannot yet afford the mansion of their dreams, but appreciate the charms of the traditional architecture. "I am glad to see you cutting all that wildness from your house. I looks plumb snaky to me," croaked old Miss Crews, my next-door neighbor. She was the widow of a military man and her yard had all the charm of a military base, but at least she was a quiet neighbor and otherwise minded her own business. "Don't worry it will grow back," I replied with a smile and turned my back to renew my efforts at cutting back the overgrown vines. "I sure hope so," I heard another female voice say. I turned and out by my mailbox was a young couple. They appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties. "I have really admired your home. We just moved in and I hope we can get our place to look this nice some day." It was the young woman I heard. Her husband was fussing with is iPod trying to arrange the cords and ear buds. I walked out to the road. "My name is Vicki, this is my husband Sam. We just moved in. We were out for a walk." "Good to meet you. I am Michael. Welcome to the neighborhood," I replied, shaking Sam's hand. He grinned and acknowledged my handshake, but seemed to be pre-occupied with his iPod. Vicki asked me a few questions about the euonymus and they continued on their way. The reply was quicker than I expected. Usually most women are never heard from again, once I ask them to do something. It is a problem that most women with submissive fantasies have. They are, by and large, just plain lazy, unwilling to perform the simplest task. It was clear by it's length she did as I asked and took her time. She described herself as thin, medium length blond hair, about five eight, 118 lb, small breasted. She said she had fantasies of being tied up and molested since she was a little girl. Her mother even caught her tying herself up and masturbating when she was thirteen, for which she was severely punished and even went to counseling. She said she didn't know where those fantasies came from. She described herself as completely without experience except for some experimentation with a boy in college that was very awkward. She said she fed her desires with internet porn sites that catered to BDSM interests and discovered that there were many other women like her and that is why she decided to take the first steps to making her fantasies real. She said she mostly masturbated to fantasies of being bound, punished, and forced to perform lewd sex acts. She apologized for not giving me a photo, but said she would some day. I replied thanking her for following directions so well. I asked her for a phone number, and a nickname so we could chat online. She replied with a cell number, and gave me her screen name on AOL, hopelesss. I chatted with her that afternoon on IM. We chatted enough for me to learn that she was aroused by dirty talk. She confessed to be excited merely by chatting with me, knowing she was finally in touch with someone who understood her. I made her masturbate while we chatted She asked me a lot of questions about my experiences with other women. Relating my experiences to her made her very hot. Even through the impersonal medium of instant messaging it was clear she was eager to hear all. I also got the impression that she was married or otherwise attached. When I asked about her experiences with other men she seemed to be talking about her current relationship more than men in her past. I didn't ask her if she was married or not. If she was talking with me it was clear it didn't matter. Besides, I didn't want to put her on the spot, at least not now, that would come later when I had her under my control, not now when it would be so easy for her to be scared away. Nonetheless, it was clear she was a woman in need of some serious fucking and the men she had known were not capable of satisfying her appetites. I was sure I could, now that I knew her better. Internet chatting is useful that way. Women feel safe describing their most private and twisted desires when chatting. They are usually embarrassed later but it is easy to reassure them that they are not at all undesirable and thereby gain their trust and increase their desire for you. She wasn't aware of it yet but she was giving me the very rope I needed to bind her. It was late that night. I was getting ready to get in bed when the phone rang. It was Alexis. I have known Alexis for a long time. She is close to me age, forty-one, but we have know each other since the sixth grade. I was the first boy who ever, kissed her, and the first to tie her up! She was calling from my driveway on her cell phone. "Hey, I am glad you haven't gone to sleep yet. I really want to see you." "What is it Alexis? What do you need?" There was a long silence. "... you know me, you know how I am. Just let me see you," she whined. "Okay come in. I'll unlock the door." I didn't have to ask, I knew what she needed and I was more than happy to give it to her. The physical labor of working in my yard had increased my appetite for the pleasures of the weaker sex. Chatting with someone on the Internet is no substitute for more specific pleasures of the flesh. Alexis has been married three times. She always marries some older guy with a big belly, a big wallet, and a three-inch cock. I guess it is her Catholic upbringing. She feels guilty about the way she is and she tries to compensate by marrying just the sort of fellow who is clumsy, and inept at sex. Alexis let herself in. She was wearing a short plaid skirt, mules with very high heels, and a tight sleeveless top. She had a sack in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "I brought us something to drink. You like bourbon don't you?" "You know I do. What have I told you about smoking?" I replied displeased. She poured a drink of whisky straight. Her back was to me, but I could see her face in the mirror behind the bar. "I know, I am sorry. I am bad, I am so bad," she whined and then she hung her head leaning on the bar as though exhausted. "Yes you are, you are very bad. Step back from the bar, spread your feet apart, then lean forward and take hold of it with your hands." She knew why she was there and did as she was told, arching her back, sticking her ass out, offering it to me, twisting it back and forth her head still hanging down. I walked over to her and ran my hand from the back of her thigh up under her skirt. The inside of her thigh was slick and wet. I found her pantiless. Cupping her pussy in my hand, I squeezed her lips and pulled on them. Her pussy had stubble on it from not being shaved recently I could feel her juices leaking out. She twisted and arched her back even more. "Yes you are very bad. You come here needed a good fucking and haven't even prepared yourself. Just feel the stubble on your cunt. You are such a slut. You always have been haven't you? Of course I knew it before anyone else. Nobody knows it like I do. Isn't that right?" "Uh, huh," she panted. "Have you been drinking?" "No, but you are making me dizzy." "Go to the bathroom and clean up, put on some fresh makeup as though you were going out for the evening. Don't dilly-dally, don't play with yourself. Then bring me some rope, your collar, and of course put on your heels. Then look in the toy chest and pick out a butt plug. That's all you will need." She obeyed without a whine or whimper. I took my drink and sat down at my desk. As soon as I logged on my laptop a window popped open. It was hopelesss. hopelesss: "Are you busy?" Heartless60: "Sort of." hopelesss: "Are you with someone?" Heartless60: "Don't ask" hopelesss: "I wish it was me." Heartless60: "It could be." hopelesss: "I am scared." Heartless60: "I know." hopelesss: "What are you going to do to her?" Heartless60: "I'll have to tell you later... bye for now. I finished my drink and poured another one. Then I got dressed, some jeans, boots and a black t-shirt. I went back to the living room and waiting for Alexis. Directly she came in wearing her black leather collar, chain leash attached to a large ring in her collar in one hand and a length of rope and butt plug in the other. The collar I make Alexis wear is a posture collar, very tall; it forces her to stand straight pushing her chin up and not allowing her to look down. It has the added benefit of causing her tits to jut out slightly. She had the look of shame on her face. It always humiliated her when I made her pick out a toy. It forced her to reveal what she really wanted. I like to humiliate her. She wanted it. She needed it. She needed a man who wasn't afraid to do it. "That's better. You look good, come here stand in front of me." Alexis is a good-looking woman. Pale skin, short brunet hair, she has the face of a soccer mom, but the body of porn star. She had put on fresh makeup, her eyes were darker and larger now, her lips redder and fuller. Long legged, you could see the muscles in her thighs and calves. She has plump tight ass and it looked even more so in those heels. I like the way heels jack a woman's ass up. The combination of collar and heels forced her to present her charms in such a way, as I found pleasing. I really liked her narrow waistline. Her hips and waist blended together nicely. I was fond of the way my hands easily found her hips and held them while I was fucking her. Some women need a corset or cincher to accentuate their waist, but not Alexis. Her tits were fake but nicely done, a gift from one of her rich ex-husbands. They felt and looked quite real. Her nipples were long and large, more so than most women. She likes me to hurt her by pulling and twisting them, something I discovered when we were still just teenagers. I inspected her pussy. " I see you shaved everything just the way I like it. Are you going to be my good little girl?" The lips of her pussy were soft now, freshly shaven. Her inner lips were wet and swollen. I took a finger and pushed back the hood of her clit. There it was all pink and stiff, begging for attention. Alexis pushed her hips forward and opened her legs. I pushed two fingers inside her. She grunted, and then panted as I rubbed her little naughty spot. That is what I called her G-spot. Her hips began to thrust, but I stopped short of making her cum. Then I turned her around and with my thumbs on the crack of her ass roughly spread her cheeks apart and circled her puckered little asshole with the two wet fingers that just seconds ago had been in her cunt. I took a butt plug from the table next to my chair and twisted it up inside her. She had picked a rather large one. She gasped at first, but from past training she knew to breath out and not resist, for now it was inevitable that it was going in her backside whether she liked it or not. She is resistant at times about getting fucked in the ass, but this was a good sign. She was trying to impress me with her willingness. "Give me the rope." I tied it around her waist and then place two knots in the free end and ran it between her legs and up the crack of her ass over the waist rope in back, separating the two ends and back around her hips to the rope in front, pulling it apart in such a way as to pull the two knots tightly against the plug in her ass and, after carefully spreading her pussy, her clit. I called it her rope thong. It had the effect of squeezing her waist, legs, and hips, but not only that but it provides constant stimulation to her pussy and asshole. "Cross your wrists behind you back" I then took what was left of the rope and tied her wrists to the waist rope in such a way that if she struggled it would only pull the rope between her legs tighter causing the knots to push the butt plug farther and rub her clit harder. I stood up and took her by her leash. "Let's go." "Where?" "Out." "OUT! Someone will see me." "You have no choice. Besides it is late and very dark. You'll just have to take the chance." This was going to be another variation on a little game I played with her. I liked to fuck with her mind even before I fucked her body. I called it interrogation, sort of like confession, only more twisted. I asked the questions and she confessed. It was late and very dark. I turned out the room lights and led her by her leash to her car. She looked beautiful struggling to walk in her heels. With her wrists behind her back it forced her breast forward causing he back to arch and pushing her ass out. Each step caused the crotch rope to torment her asshole as well as her clit. I led her to the passenger side and opened the door "Now get in." I intended to continue her humiliation. Naked, tied up, exposed physically, it was time to expose her emotionally. I started the car and began to drive around. "Now, you said you were bad Alexis. Why are you so bad?" She was silent. "Tell me or I will put you out and make you walk down the road behind the car." I took hold of one of her nipples and pulled. "Tell me, be a good girl." "I am just bad," she spoke in an almost child like voice now. "Then tell me what makes you bad." "I like the things you make me do, the things you do to me." "That isn't bad, you please me when you do those things." "But those things are bad," she whined. "What things?" I asked. "Like when we were kids, when you chased me across the playground, you would chase the girls and kiss them and I wasn't suppose to like it but I did. It made me feel funny in my stomach when you did that." She was right. We did chase girls and when we caught them we would kiss them. It was intended to annoy them, but Alexis would become very passive when I would catch her. One day I felt like kissing her on the mouth and she kissed me back. Her lips were like nothing I had ever felt before, soft, warm, wet, and yielding. I must say that I enjoyed the idea of her being so submissive and responsive. It was the beginning of a feeling that I would pursue the rest of my life. "But you liked it didn't you." "Uh, huh, but I wasn't supposed to." "I will tell you what you are suppose to like." I reached across the seat and pulled on the crotch rope. She squirmed. This was making her hot, drawing her nasty little secret out of her. Taking away her choices. "Now tell me what you have done that is really bad." "After you moved away I let someone else do something to me." "Who and what?" "My cousin. I let him feel of me and he put his thing in me." "You liked it didn't you?" I said smiling. "Yes, I wish I didn't but I did. He even made me suck is thing. He held me down and put it in my mouth." "Didn't you bite it? You must have liked it if you didn't bite it. Did you tell anyone? You didn't did you? We both know why, it was because you liked it when he put his thing in you, you liked getting fucked, you liked sucking his cock. You know you did." Alexis was squirming in the seat, thrusting her hips back and forth trying to get some stimulation from the rope between her legs. "Look at you. Poor darling are such a nympho. It is making you hot just to think about it. I think you are right, I think you have been very bad. I think I will put you out on the side of the road and let everyone see what a slutty little sex slave you have become. Maybe I'll just tie your leash to the back of the car and lead you naked down the road trying to keep up until that rope between your legs rubs your nasty pussy raw. But no, you would just enjoy it too much wouldn't you?" Her efforts were bearing fruit. She was cumming from the crotch rope. Frankly I was surprised it took so long. Alexis is very responsive sexually and usual cums quickly. "No, I have a better idea. I will take you home, tie your wrist over your head and whip you." She sat silently. I knew her well enough to know that the word "whip" was enough to have her become excited all over again. Once back at the house I led her to my bedroom and tied her wrist to the hooks from my ceiling, leaving the butt plug in her ass held by the crotch rope, and made good my promise. I whipped her slow at first. I whipped her with a strap of leather about two feet long that extended from a wooden handle about eighteen inches in length. Although the leather was supple it was deadly accurate and just long enough to wrap around her back or her thighs leaving wide red welts. She wiggled too much preventing me from hitting were I aimed so I attached a spreader bar to her ankles and continued. Alexis really needed a good whipping, we both knew it. When all the fight was gone from her I let her free from her bonds and took her to bed. She fucked me like a wild woman, cumming time and time again. Whipping her does that. It makes her very wet and horny. As she would say, it makes her sweet and keeps her from being bitchy. While I fucked her she thanked me over and over for being willing to whip her so hard, for not being afraid to put her in her place. Such a woman inspires me to fuck her long and hard. Alexis did have very good pussy. It fit my cock perfectly, snug warm and wet. And she seemed to appreciate the fact that it rubbed her naughty spot just right, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her. Even after I had cum she would suck my cock back to life and climb on top of me bucking her hips back and forth until she was exhausted. She slept in my arms like a child that night. When I awoke the next morning before daylight I tied her face down and spread eagle to the bed and took her in her ass. She was pleading with me to stop, not to do it, it hurt too much she would say, but I kept it in her ass and when she would relax I would push it farther into her until I had my cock balls deep in her. It was then she gave in and began to squirm and push her ass against me using her ass to fuck my cock. That was and has always been the pattern with Alexis, me forcing her and her finally giving in to the twisted pleasures she craves but cannot admit to. Story 01 Pt. 01 We will always be very special friends, but I am afraid she is very much two people. One who tries to live up to the expectations of others, a successful attorney and a mother of two, and the other, a wanton woman whose appetites cannot easily be satisfied. She is sort of a Jekyll and Hyde. I hope someday she will be able to reconcile the two sides of her personality. Until then I will take my pleasure from her as often as I need. That morning I sat down at my desk in the bay window in my bedroom and logged on the Internet. I half hoped hopelesss would log on too, so I could relate my previous night's experiences to her. She apparently wasn't at her computer so I read my usual sites and watched ole Miss Crews policing the grounds of her yard picking up stray leaves and twigs that had fallen in it. I noticed that Vicki the new neighbor down the street was working in her yard, unloading some plants, and trying her hand at landscaping. Then I noticed a moving van backing up to the house on the corner. It had been vacant for some time. I young couple used to live there and they divorced. I hoped the new occupant would be someone I could relate to. Very soon I noticed a woman, apparently young mother driving up behind the van and she had a child of maybe ten or eleven in the car with her. When she got out she appeared quite desirable, long brown hair, large breast, wearing a long flowing dress of some light material that allow the sun to shine through from behind in such a way as I could see the outline of her figure. Hmmm, I thought, I need to find out more about her. About that time it occurred to me that hopelesss had given me her cell phone number. Maybe I should use it? Looking in my email app. I found it and dialed from my desk phone. "Hello hopelesss?" "Yes?" "This is Heartless." There was silence. "Yes, I am sorry, you sort of scared me. I wasn't expecting you. I needed to gather my thoughts." "Are nervous?" "Yes," her voice quivered. "What are you doing? Is it a bad time to call?" "I was just unloading my car from shopping. Can I call you back?" I looked out the bay window. My neighbor Vicki was on her cell phone. Could it be...? "What did you buy?" "Just some plants and stuff." "Okay, I'll call back later. Bye." I watched as I hung up the phone. Vicki folded her cell phone at the same time and put it in her pocket. Story 01 Pt. 02 So, Miss "I am curious", my sweet little "hopeless" from AOL, was my neighbor just down the street. It was Vicki after all. I have been told and have suspected that more people are into D/s than I ever thought, but this was good luck beyond belief! What would I do next? My good fortune was arousing me. My cock stirred instantly in my jeans. What to do next. How would I handle it? Now that I knew Vicki's secret, I realized that I possessed more power than I ever expected to have this early on... and that sort of power inspired me. It inspired me to fuck with her in ways both mental and physical. My first inclination was to pounce, to surprise her, to let her know who I was and what she had done by revealing her most secret, and perverse desires to me, practically a stranger, catching her in her indiscretion, making her twist, watching her tremble as I informed her of the peril she had put her self in. But that wouldn't do. I wouldn't indulge myself that way yet. Patience, I thought, patience was what was needed. She wasn't experienced after all. She was young, and married too. Her husband, for whatever reasons hadn't been paying proper attention to his young, bored, horny wife. I had no intention of breaking up a marriage, but letting her think just that might be useful. I would let her think our new relationship might do that, or at the least, cause her endless shame. Indeed, needy women such as Vicki will hand over the very thing you need to force their submission, much as a horse would fetch it's own bridle. It gives them a rationale to do the forbidden so they don't feel responsible, so they feel the thing they want the most... to be helpless, to be the object of someone else's pleasure, to be desired so much that someone would be willing to throw out convention to have her. No, I would wait, wait her desperation had reached it's peak, then I would have her. I did call her later. We mostly made small talk. I was careful not to give myself away by revealing too much about me. She was clearly nervous and it was obvious she didn't feel comfortable having my voice so close as to penetrate her ear. A phone conversation is much more personal and less safe than an anonymous computer chat. She offered nothing as to our earlier online conversation. I didn't push it and politely cut the conversation short without making any promise to call back or giving her directions to call me. Maybe she had lost her desire, I thought. I would wait and see. Later that night as I was checking my email up popped her name on AOL, then came the chat window. "I am sorry about today." "It is okay." "NO, I am really sorry, you have been very nice and patient with me." "I am a patient man." "You see I am married, but my husband doesn't understand how I am. He thinks I am perverted. Am I perverted?" "Of course you are Dear ;)" "No, Seriously?" "Does it feel perverted to you?" "I don't know, but just know how I am." "Then lets start slow. Why don't you ask me some questions." "Okay. Would you tell me about that woman you were with the other night? What did you do to her?" "Well..., I made her present herself to me in such a way as I found desirable. I tied a rope around her waist and between her legs and took her out for a drive, naked except for a leather collar, leash and of course her heels. After we talked I brought her back to my home, tied her wrist above her head, whipped her, fucked her several times, the last time in her ass, and sent her on her way." "I wished it had been me, I haven't had sex three times in three weeks." "Doesn't you husband find you desirable?" "He does for about five minutes once a week. He gets finished really quickly and then his cock just hangs there." "Do you masturbate?" "Yes, all the time." "Then stop it. From now on you will only masturbate when I give you permission and only the way I tell you too." "Okay." "When I give you a command I expect you to reply, yes sir." "Yes sir." " I believe my age and experience, deserve that sort of reply." "Yes sir." I began to keep a record of our chat's, usually requiring her to sit bare assed at the computer while we chatted and allowing her to masturbate as I told her how I wanted her to do it. She was beginning to loosen up, being openly more submissive and respectful, but most importantly she was beginning to feel the pangs of desperation. She told me the her secret fantasies, of being a sex slave, having her choices taken away. For someone who professed a lack of experience, her fantasies were rather extreme. She thought herself to be "bad". She wanted to be humiliated, used, punished. She told me how she had used household items to fuck herself. She had even tried to tie herself to her bed. I made her keep a diary of her fantasies and send me daily logs. It made good reading! She had asked to call me more and more. She said she really wanted to hear my voice now. I told her that she was to call me and I gave her a specific time to do it. She did as she was told. Once on the phone she became more open and freer about telling me her needs, even as I told her my expectations. She said she felt like she was in a whirlpool, losing control of herself, losing control of her will. She said she felt like she was being bad and yet it felt delicious and inescapable. I assured her she was bad and in need of discipline and punishment and that her obedience was required in order to get what she needed. She said she wanted more than anything to experience what we talked about, but she was afraid and scared. For so long she had lived this way in her head, never allowing it to escape, but now she felt overwhelmed. She asked me to help her. She said I was the first man who seemed to understand her. She said she didn't want to lose me. The desperation in her voice and words were my cue to proceed. I am no fool however, she still felt safe, anonymous, I wondered how she would react when the whole picture could be seen. It was a Tuesday morning when I went to pick up the newspaper in my robe. Vicki's husband drove by on his way to work. I gave him a neighborly wave but he didn't see me and drove by. Little was he aware of what a wanton slut his wife would become, what I would do to her, how I exposed her soul and soon her body. After a shower and shave I decided to take a walk. Work had been slow and the cool spring air would be nice. As soon as I walked outside I could see Vicki working in her flowerbeds, planting some more flowers around the shrubs she had planted earlier. She was on her hands and knees wearing shorts and a tank top. I admired her ass. She was rather skinny, but she presented a nice little camel toe as seam of her shorts cut between her ass cheeks. Pretty soon I would have her on her hands and knees for my own purposes. It seemed like a good time. I walked up behind her. "Hard work isn't it. They never show you the backbreaking labor involved on those gardening shows." She looked up and wiped the sweat from her brow. She was out of breath. "Oh, hi. Yeah, it is harder than you think it will be. Do you think this lorapetalum will live here?" "Sure, but you will have to train it to keep it from over growing the other plants." "I wish I knew more about landscaping." "I will be glad to help you any way I can. Why don't you come over and I will show you my back garden. Maybe you will get some ideas." "Could I? I didn't want to impose, but I have been really curious about what it might look like." We walked up the street and through the iron gate, and down the walk leading to the back. "Oh! It is so cool and shady back here. I love the brick walk and the way the English ivy grows on the brick wall, I'll bet it is pretty in the fall too. Did you do all of this yourself?" "Yes, most of it. It has been my project for a few years now. I takes a lot of time to get a garden the way you want it. There is a lot of give and take, you have to give the plants what they need to flourish before you can take full pleasure in seeing them grow. You see my lorapetalum. That is what yours will look like when it matures. I had to tie it to stakes for a few years to train it to look like that." "I can't wait until mine matures. Will you show me how you tied it up?" I could barely keep from smiling. The parallel meanings of our conversation were causing me to crack up inside. I had to compose myself for the serious business at hand. "Have a seat. Let me get you something to drink. You look hot and tired. You do like cold beer? I am a guy after all" "She smiled and nodded." Vicki sat under the wisteria-covered pergola at the table and chairs I keep out there and I went inside to fetch a drink. I opened two Corona's poured out a couple of large swallows and added tequila with a lime wedge. I thought I would dress it up a little. "I just love your daylillys. When you divide them, could I have some?" She took her drink, squeezed the lime wedge and raised her bottle to her lips. I could not resist. "Sure you can. Just let me know how bad you want it." She stopped mid gulp. "What do you mean?" "When you answered my ad I replied with some questions. The only one you didn't answer was how bad do you want it." "Oh no! You are that guy. I can't believe it. How long have you know it was me? I can't believe it, I just can't believe it," she exclaimed. She didn't know how to react, she looked amused, angry, and scared all at once. "I have known long enough to get to know you in ways no one else does," I said smiling. "Don't worry Vicki, your secret is safe with me if, and this is a very big if, if you don't pretend you were just kidding about all of this, if you will be honest with yourself." "I remember everything you have told me, most of it is stored on my computer, along with your emails, and I don't intend to let you forget. We both know you really don't have a choice. You have told me far too much to back out. And now, you know who I am as well. Can you feel that whirlpool Vicki? You are trapped now. There is no turning back. I told you in our first chats that this would change you forever. It will and it has already. What you fantasized about it about to become a reality. Do you remember you asked me to help you? I intend to not only do that but to help myself to you." Her demeanor was different now. She seemed to be thinking or maybe just waiting. She sat still looking straight ahead, serious, like a rabbit or a deer hoping that if it was just still enough it would not be noticed, that the danger would go away, but knowing it was vulnerable and that running would do no good. Remember yesterday Vicki, remember how you called me at the appointed time, remember how you begged me to let you masturbate, remember how you moaned, remember how I made you put the receiver between your legs as I listened to the slurping noise of your fingers buried in your juicy cunt. I paused. "Yes Sir." Just what I wanted to hear. Her frame of mind was where it should be. "Good girl. Now I want you to listen carefully. There is no use in pretending you can go back. You will be my hobby, just like my garden you will be my project, I will show you things, you will experience things, you will find complete joy and bliss. Your submission is a given. I intend to hold you to every thing you have confessed to me. I have much to teach you and you have much to learn. I don't intend to let you out of this. It is all for your own good and my pleasure." Then she turned and looked at me, "You know something? I found something very attractive about you even before I knew who you were. I would watch you from my window, working in your garden. You were shirtless in jeans pruning the shrubs and cleaning out the beds. You have a really cute butt you know. It has been the topic of many whispered conversations by the women around here, both married and single. You seemed mysterious. I think I am going to like this. I was really scared, but, it is funny I feel much better that things are out in the open now." "I am glad you feel that way. Since we both know who is who, let's not dilly-dally. Finish your drink." She drank down the beer cocktail quickly, silently, as if to hurry. "Okay, now what?" she said, her words slightly slurred. I was a pretty strong drink for someone so light after all. I stood up and took her by her hand. "Stand up." I placed my hand on her waist just above her hips and turned her away from me facing the table and moved close behind her. I then ran my hands down the outline of hips to the tops of her thighs. She pushed her ass against my cock which had begun to stiffen. Then I ran my hands back up her body over her stomach and up to her braless tits. She leaned her head back against my chest allowing me to fondle, pinch and pull them. As I felt her nipples stiffen from the pinching she ground her ass hard against my cock. "Damn, it feels like there is wire going from my nipples to my clit. God, I love the way you do that." She was obviously a little drunk; a good thing. Holding one breast tightly I ran my hand down her stomach and pushed it inside the elastic of her shorts and panties and quickly found her pussy slick and wet. It was no use waiting longer. I pulled her shorts down to her ankles and left them there so she could not run or get away. Then I bent her over the table. "Please don't do me like this. Couldn't we go inside?" "Shut up and do as I say." I quickly had my cock free from my jeans grabbed her ass cheek and pulled it apart with one hand and guided my cock to her wet slit with the other. I teased her pussy with it, smearing her juices between her pussy lips and over her clit. She liked it, squirming and twisting her ass to get more contact with my dick. "See, if you do as you are told you will find that it will be better for you." Then I pushed it in her, balls deep. Holding her hips I split her cunt open, fucking her so hard my balls slapped against her clit. Damn, it felt good. She had a tight hot pussy. I have an eight inch cock that some women find painful, but she could take it all, and I liked that. She arched her back so my cock would rub her G-spot. She would back up against my cock and literally fuck it as I stood still. We fucked hard and fast for a long time. The little bitch was hot and she needed a good fucking and honestly it was easier than I thought it would be. I was prepared to be more forceful if I had to. I kept fucking her right there on the patio until she came, she came quickly and hard. She was out of breath panting on the table. "I feel so weak. My legs are shaking." I took her by the hand and led her inside. She just stepped out of her shorts and followed me in her tank top, naked from the waist down. Story 01 Pt. 03 "Take off that top. I want to see you naked." Vicki stripped the tank top from her body and let it drop, then tossed her hair from her face. She was very thin. Her hip bones showed from her waist. She had small, but firm pointed tits. Her nipples were hard and longer than average. She was a natural blond as well. The fine pubic hair that covered her pussy was only slightly darker than the hair on her head. She had narrow hips and an even narrower waist. Her legs were long and thin, even her thighs. When she stood in front of me with her legs together there was a gap between her thighs you could see daylight through. Even in her mid twenties she had a very young looking figure and smooth tan skin except for the bikini lines around her breast, pussy, and ass. There the skin was almost translucent, so fair you could see the veins just beneath the surface. "Now, I want to know how bad you really want it." She just giggled. She was just drunk enough to think this all was funny. "Get on your knees you silly little bitch." Calling her a bitch got a rise from her. She cut her eyes toward me. "Don't call me that." "Then get on your knees." She looked down at the floor and lowered herself to her knees without saying a word. She was serious now "Now, tell me how bad you want it." She was silent and just hung her head as though ashamed. I pulled my cock from my jeans. It was sticky from having just fucked her. Then I stepped closer and presented it to her. "Maybe you would rather show me instead." Wordlessly she took my cock in her hands and tentatively licked it. Then she sucked the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it a few times. I moaned as my cock stiffen back to its full length. Her mouth widened and she took in as much of my cock as she could until I felt it hit the back of her throat. Backing off she took the slippery shaft in her hands and began to stroke it. "Cum in my mouth," was all she said before she took just the head of it back between her lips and let her tongue do its magic on the head of my cock. She was earnestly sucking and stroking my cock trying to get and orgasm from it. I appreciate a woman who works hard to please. It didn't take long. I decided not to hold back but to let her have it just as she asked. Damn it felt good, each hot spurt of semen shooting into this hot little bitches mouth. She never let up even as I filled her mouth with cum. She took it all, swallowing as much as she could and letting the remainder leak from her mouth. Even as I came she never let up. I couldn't take anymore, and pulled my dick from her mouth. She wiped the saliva and semen from her mouth. "That's how bad I want it." Vicki was starting out on the right foot. "Get up." I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. My bedroom is rather dark. It is darkly paneled and was planned for my favorite activities. The windows have heavy curtains over them. There is a dresser, a wardrobe, and a low chest at the foot of the bed. The bed has a heavy paneled headboard and a low foot board. There are two iron rings on each side of the headboard, one set high and one set low. On the footboard there is one iron ring on each side. In the ceiling I have strategically placed eyebolts over the bed and as well over the floor and the end of the bed. It looks like a man's bedroom and except for the usefully placed attachment hardware it would seem rather normal. Adjacent to the bedroom is another room, for even more serious activities. Once in the bedroom I led her to the dresser and removed a length of rope. I took her wrists and tied them together in front of her. "It smells like furniture polish and aftershave in here," she said softly. "Do you like my aftershave?" I asked. She said nothing as I led her by her wrists to the bed and told her to lie down. She laid back against a pillow and lifted her legs up on the bed. Taking the free end of the rope I tied it to one of the rings on the headboard in such a way as to lift her arms over her shoulder, preventing her from using them. Then I undressed. She watched me carefully. She seemed unembarrassed, her eyes moving up and down my frame. Only when I looked at her did she take her eyes off of my body and looked at me directly. "You look good for a man your age. Hell, you just look good. You aren't a bit modest are you?" "Should I be?" I grinned. "My husband is not a bad looking fellow, but he seems so modest, so ashamed for me to see him naked. Of course he isn't exactly hung like you." "I am too old to be worried about it. I take good care of what I have and I have enough experience with women to know how to handle myself." I laid down beside Vicki and propped myself on my elbow and studied her, feeling her, feeling her breasts, feeling her nipples, caressing her legs, her pussy, invading its lips, pinching her clit, slipping my fingers between her cheeks and tickling her asshole, watching her gasp, making her moan, studying her reactions. I wanted her to feel a little violated. I wanted her to understand she was helpless. "I have to say I was impressed with your cock-sucking abilities." She looked at me seriously, "you know my husband doesn't like me to do that. He thinks it makes him gay if he likes that." "Your husband is a damned fool." The sight of her laying as she was with her wrist tied was too much. My cock was stiffening again. I took hold of Vicki's hips and rolled her over on her stomach and pulled her down in the bed so her arms were stretched taught above her head and I climbed over her legs. I stroked my cock a time or two and guided the head of my dick into the gap between her thighs and found her cunt, still wet from having just been fucked. My cock slid in easily. Vicki moaned and arched her back so as to allow me to push deeper in her pussy. In only one long stroke my cock was sliding in and out of her slick pussy. She had young tight pussy. Normally, I am not too crazy about fucking young women. A lot of them are kind of mechanical or too passive, but not Vicki. Maybe it was the liquor or maybe she just hadn't had a good fuck in to long a time, maybe it was both, but she wanted it, she wanted it bad and she wasn't afraid to act like it. Her tight little ass was squirming beneath me, trying to maneuver to just the spot where my cock would hit her g-spot. I wondered if she would cum again. She certainly seemed to want to. "God, I can't believe I am getting fucked so well." "Do you like it?" I said leaning down over her back whispering in her ear. "Oh yes, god yes," she panted. I began fuck her harder. She began to moan and cum again. Her whole body shook and then relaxed. I got off of her and rolled her back on her back. She was glistening with sweat. I reached between her legs and pushed first one and then two fingers in her pussy. Her g-spot was easy to find. It was spongy and swollen. I began to massage it. "Oh god, what are you doing?" she moaned bucking her hips up to my hand as I fingered her. "It feels so good. It is just where your cock rubs when you fuck me." Then she shuddered and came again. She swallowed hard and relaxed breathless. I lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders and fucked her from a kneeling position and watched her as my cock split her pussy and her pussy seemingly sucking in my cock. She looked back at me and smiled. "I feel guilty," she said. "I seem to be having all the fun." "I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Obedience has its rewards, but since I can't leave any marks on you that your husband might see I think I'll have to do something else. She looked at me puzzled. I took her ankles and spun her around back on her stomach. "What are you doing?" she asked with a worried tone. I said nothing but rubbed my cock between the cheeks of her ass. She was very wet from all the fucking. Then I tickled her asshole with the head of my dick. "Now it is my turn to have some fun." "No, please no. I have never had that done to me. One guy tried but it hurt to much. Please don't." She seemed pretty scared, but I have fucked enough women to know what I was doing and I certainly wasn't going to let her change my mind. I got up and got some olive oil from the kitchen and came back and poured some out on the small of her back and down the crack of her ass letting it flow between her legs and over her pussy lips and clit. Then I sat the decanter down and began to rub it in. Even though I massaged her I could tell she was tense so I began to rub her pussy some more until she was beginning to feel aroused again. With one finger in her pussy and my thumb pressing on her asshole she began to hump my hand, her hips rising and falling. "You are going to fuck me back there aren't you?" she asked. "Yes, I am." Then she became quiet and relaxed as though she was resigned to submit her ass to me. Slowly I pushed my index finger against her asshole. Everything was slick now and it entered easily. Then I felt the resistance as she stiffened. She asked me to stop, but I kept my finger right at the point of resistance. "Breathe," I said, "You must keep breathing." I pushed some more. She gasped. With my free hand I grabbed her left tit and squeezed it hard, then I took hold of her nipple and twisted it. The pain was just enough to distract her and I pushed the full length of my finger in her ass. "Fuck you," she said smiling. "You are so damn sneaky." I moved my finger in and out of her ass. She gasped again. "You had better be nice, considering your position," I replied. I kept working it until she was relaxed. She was beginning to arch her back some to let me have better access to her. I took some of the olive oil and poured it in my other hand and stroked my cock with it, making it hard and slick. I am lucky, my cock is rather pointed at the head and even though the shaft is thick especially at the base, it slips right in a tight asshole almost before they know it. When I pushed the head of my dick just inside her ass she tensed up. I told her to take a deep breath and then let it out. When she did I pushed the length of it in her. She gasped and whined loudly. "God please stop! Please stop." But before the words were out of her mouth my cock was buried deep in her ass. I had her now, tied to my bed, underneath me, with my cock where no man had gone before. There is nothing like taking a woman like that, she had no choice, she was subject to my will, I could make her do whatever I wanted and she would have to take it. I savored the feeling. I let my weight rest on her back. I let her know she could not get away. Then I whispered in her ear. "You are MY bitch now. Do you hear me? I will fucking do whatever I want with you and you WILL take it. This is what you wanted remember? This is where you belong baby, under me with my cock inside whatever hole I decide to use. Do you hear me?" She seemed a little scared. Which is good. Then oh so slowly I began to work my cock in and out of her ass, starting out with short strokes. Then I let them get longer, almost pulling my dick all the way out and then back in her ass until my weight was against her cheeks, deep inside her, until my balls slapped against her pussy. She had fully relaxed now there was no resistance. I reached under her and began to play with her clit. It was slick from the oil and our own juices. Her hips began to buck from arousal. My fingers were insistent, never leaving her stiff clit alone for a second. As her hips bucked she forced my cock in and out of her asshole. This was where I wanted her. I wanted to make her cum with my cock in her ass. I was getting ready to shoot my own load in her ass as well. I held back until she came and just as she relaxed from her orgasm I let go in her ass. I nearly blacked out I came so hard. I left my cock in her ass until is softened and pulled it from her. "I know someone who it going to be sore in the morning," she quipped. I smiled, "It won't be me." "Take off that top. I want to see you naked." Vicki stripped the tank top from her body and let it drop, then tossed her hair from her face. She was very thin. Her hip bones showed from her waist. She had small, but firm pointed tits. Her nipples were hard and longer than average. She was a natural blond as well. The fine pubic hair that covered her pussy was only slightly darker than the hair on her head. She had narrow hips and an even narrower waist. Her legs were long and thin, even her thighs. When she stood in front of me with her legs together there was a gap between her thighs you could see daylight through. Even in her mid twenties she had a very young looking figure and smooth tan skin except for the bikini lines around her breast, pussy, and ass. There the skin was almost translucent, so fair you could see the veins just beneath the surface. "Now, I want to know how bad you really want it." She just giggled. She was just drunk enough to think this all was funny. "Get on your knees you silly little bitch." Calling her a bitch got a rise from her. She cut her eyes toward me. "Don't call me that." "Then get on your knees." She looked down at the floor and lowered herself to her knees without saying a word. She was serious now "Now, tell me how bad you want it." She was silent and just hung her head as though ashamed. I pulled my cock from my jeans. It was sticky from having just fucked her. Then I stepped closer and presented it to her. "Maybe you would rather show me instead." Wordlessly she took my cock in her hands and tentatively licked it. Then she sucked the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it a few times. I moaned as my cock stiffen back to its full length. Her mouth widened and she took in as much of my cock as she could until I felt it hit the back of her throat. Backing off she took the slippery shaft in her hands and began to stroke it. "Cum in my mouth," was all she said before she took just the head of it back between her lips and let her tongue do its magic on the head of my cock. She was earnestly sucking and stroking my cock trying to get and orgasm from it. I appreciate a woman who works hard to please. It didn't take long. I decided not to hold back but to let her have it just as she asked. Damn it felt good, each hot spurt of semen shooting into this hot little bitches mouth. She never let up even as I filled her mouth with cum. She took it all, swallowing as much as she could and letting the remainder leak from her mouth. Even as I came she never let up. I couldn't take anymore, and pulled my dick from her mouth. She wiped the saliva and semen from her mouth. "That's how bad I want it." Vicki was starting out on the right foot. "Get up." I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. My bedroom is rather dark. It is darkly paneled and was planned for my favorite activities. The windows have heavy curtains over them. There is a dresser, a wardrobe, and a low chest at the foot of the bed. The bed has a heavy paneled headboard and a low foot board. There are two iron rings on each side of the headboard, one set high and one set low. On the footboard there is one iron ring on each side. In the ceiling I have strategically placed eyebolts over the bed and as well over the floor and the end of the bed. It looks like a man's bedroom and except for the usefully placed attachment hardware it would seem rather normal. Adjacent to the bedroom is another room, for even more serious activities. Once in the bedroom I led her to the dresser and removed a length of rope. I took her wrists and tied them together in front of her. "It smells like furniture polish and aftershave in here," she said softly. "Do you like my aftershave?" I asked. She said nothing as I led her by her wrists to the bed and told her to lie down. She laid back against a pillow and lifted her legs up on the bed. Taking the free end of the rope I tied it to one of the rings on the headboard in such a way as to lift her arms over her shoulder, preventing her from using them. Then I undressed. She watched me carefully. She seemed unembarrassed, her eyes moving up and down my frame. Only when I looked at her did she take her eyes off of my body and looked at me directly. "You look good for a man your age. Hell, you just look good. You aren't a bit modest are you?" "Should I be?" I grinned. "My husband is not a bad looking fellow, but he seems so modest, so ashamed for me to see him naked. Of course he isn't exactly hung like you." "I am too old to be worried about it. I take good care of what I have and I have enough experience with women to know how to handle myself." I laid down beside Vicki and propped myself on my elbow and studied her, feeling her, feeling her breasts, feeling her nipples, caressing her legs, her pussy, invading its lips, pinching her clit, slipping my fingers between her cheeks and tickling her asshole, watching her gasp, making her moan, studying her reactions. I wanted her to feel a little violated. I wanted her to understand she was helpless. "I have to say I was impressed with your cock-sucking abilities." She looked at me seriously, "you know my husband doesn't like me to do that. He thinks it makes him gay if he likes that." "Your husband is a damned fool." The sight of her laying as she was with her wrist tied was too much. My cock was stiffening again. I took hold of Vicki's hips and rolled her over on her stomach and pulled her down in the bed so her arms were stretched taught above her head and I climbed over her legs. I stroked my cock a time or two and guided the head of my dick into the gap between her thighs and found her cunt, still wet from having just been fucked. My cock slid in easily. Vicki moaned and arched her back so as to allow me to push deeper in her pussy. In only one long stroke my cock was sliding in and out of her slick pussy. She had young tight pussy. Normally, I am not too crazy about fucking young women. A lot of them are kind of mechanical or too passive, but not Vicki. Maybe it was the liquor or maybe she just hadn't had a good fuck in to long a time, maybe it was both, but she wanted it, she wanted it bad and she wasn't afraid to act like it. Her tight little ass was squirming beneath me, trying to maneuver to just the spot where my cock would hit her g-spot. I wondered if she would cum again. She certainly seemed to want to. "God, I can't believe I am getting fucked so well." "Do you like it?" I said leaning down over her back whispering in her ear. "Oh yes, god yes," she panted. I began fuck her harder. She began to moan and cum again. Her whole body shook and then relaxed. I got off of her and rolled her back on her back. She was glistening with sweat. I reached between her legs and pushed first one and then two fingers in her pussy. Her g-spot was easy to find. It was spongy and swollen. I began to massage it. "Oh god, what are you doing?" she moaned bucking her hips up to my hand as I fingered her. "It feels so good. It is just where your cock rubs when you fuck me." Then she shuddered and came again. She swallowed hard and relaxed breathless. I lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders and fucked her from a kneeling position and watched her as my cock split her pussy and her pussy seemingly sucking in my cock. She looked back at me and smiled. "I feel guilty," she said. "I seem to be having all the fun." "I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Obedience has its rewards, but since I can't leave any marks on you that your husband might see I think I'll have to do something else. She looked at me puzzled. I took her ankles and spun her around back on her stomach. "What are you doing?" she asked with a worried tone. I said nothing but rubbed my cock between the cheeks of her ass. She was very wet from all the fucking. Then I tickled her asshole with the head of my dick. Story 01 Pt. 03 "Now it is my turn to have some fun." "No, please no. I have never had that done to me. One guy tried but it hurt to much. Please don't." She seemed pretty scared, but I have fucked enough women to know what I was doing and I certainly wasn't going to let her change my mind. I got up and got some olive oil from the kitchen and came back and poured some out on the small of her back and down the crack of her ass letting it flow between her legs and over her pussy lips and clit. Then I sat the decanter down and began to rub it in. Even though I massaged her I could tell she was tense so I began to rub her pussy some more until she was beginning to feel aroused again. With one finger in her pussy and my thumb pressing on her asshole she began to hump my hand, her hips rising and falling. "You are going to fuck me back there aren't you?" she asked. "Yes, I am." Then she became quiet and relaxed as though she was resigned to submit her ass to me. Slowly I pushed my index finger against her asshole. Everything was slick now and it entered easily. Then I felt the resistance as she stiffened. She asked me to stop, but I kept my finger right at the point of resistance. "Breathe," I said, "You must keep breathing." I pushed some more. She gasped. With my free hand I grabbed her left tit and squeezed it hard, then I took hold of her nipple and twisted it. The pain was just enough to distract her and I pushed the full length of my finger in her ass. "Fuck you," she said smiling. "You are so damn sneaky." I moved my finger in and out of her ass. She gasped again. "You had better be nice, considering your position," I replied. I kept working it until she was relaxed. She was beginning to arch her back some to let me have better access to her. I took some of the olive oil and poured it in my other hand and stroked my cock with it, making it hard and slick. I am lucky, my cock is rather pointed at the head and even though the shaft is thick especially at the base, it slips right in a tight asshole almost before they know it. When I pushed the head of my dick just inside her ass she tensed up. I told her to take a deep breath and then let it out. When she did I pushed the length of it in her. She gasped and whined loudly. "God please stop! Please stop." But before the words were out of her mouth my cock was buried deep in her ass. I had her now, tied to my bed, underneath me, with my cock where no man had gone before. There is nothing like taking a woman like that, she had no choice, she was subject to my will, I could make her do whatever I wanted and she would have to take it. I savored the feeling. I let my weight rest on her back. I let her know she could not get away. Then I whispered in her ear. "You are MY bitch now. Do you hear me? I will fucking do whatever I want with you and you WILL take it. This is what you wanted remember? This is where you belong baby, under me with my cock inside whatever hole I decide to use. Do you hear me?" She seemed a little scared. Which is good. Then oh so slowly I began to work my cock in and out of her ass, starting out with short strokes. Then I let them get longer, almost pulling my dick all the way out and then back in her ass until my weight was against her cheeks, deep inside her, until my balls slapped against her pussy. She had fully relaxed now there was no resistance. I reached under her and began to play with her clit. It was slick from the oil and our own juices. Her hips began to buck from arousal. My fingers were insistent, never leaving her stiff clit alone for a second. As her hips bucked she forced my cock in and out of her asshole. This was where I wanted her. I wanted to make her cum with my cock in her ass. I was getting ready to shoot my own load in her ass as well. I held back until she came and just as she relaxed from her orgasm I let go in her ass. I nearly blacked out I came so hard. I left my cock in her ass until is softened and pulled it from her. "I know someone who it going to be sore in the morning," she quipped. I smiled, "It won't be me." Story 02 "I really appreciate you making dinner tonight," Ellie says as she puts a green bean into her mouth. "Well, what else is there to do besides spend the evening with you?" replies Josh. Ellie smiles and puts her hand on top of his. As she continues her meal, Josh slides his hand out from underneath hers and begins to slowly trace his index finger on the outline of her hand. Ellie looks up slowly at her hand. She raises her head more and leans in for a kiss; a small peck. She finishes her glass of water and stands up. She takes his plate to the sink and begins to wash the plates. He comes up from behind, slowly dragging his finger tips along the small of her back, across her sides and reaches her stomach to rest his hands under her shirt, just above her jeans. Ellie leans back, hands still in the sink, and kisses his neck softly but wet. She leans back and smiles contently. He stands there, arms wrapped around her waist. She grabs the faucet hose and squirts him on his grey t-shirt. He yelps and tries to wrestle the faucet from her hands and finally turns the water on her, soaking her turquoise tank top. Ellie laughs and shuts off the water, then turns to kiss him. Her breast press hard against his chest, nipples erect from the cold water and excitement. He slowly moves his hands up and down her back, occasionally slips them into the back of her pants to feel her bare ass inside. From this, Josh's cock starts to throb. He grabs her ass cheeks from outside her pants and presses Ellie's already wet snatch even closer to his raging member. Ellie moans slightly from feeling his cock pressing against her clit. They begin to walk backwards, sloppily kissing, Ellie pushing him down the hall towards the bedroom. She stops him in front of the door and stares him down seductively. She puts her finger up to her mouth making a "shh" noise. She opens the door to the bedroom and to his surprise; the bed is covered in plastic. "What the..." he begins to say, but she silences him by placing her finger on his lips. Ellie pulls him into the room and looks at his somewhat confused face. She sets him on the bed, which makes a noise like a plastic bag. She stands in front of him and leans in to take off his t-shirt. She throws it on the floor and proceeds to pull her tank top off. She throws that to the floor. This reveals her chest sitting in a black lacy wire bra that just barely covers the nipples, so much that a little bit of pink sticks out of the top. Josh just sits back in amazement and confusion. Ellie slowly crawls on top of him and straddles his pelvis, pressing her hot box on his large erection. "Reach into the middle drawer and pull out everything in there," she says, "I'm sure you'll like what you find." So Josh scoots up on the bed a little more and reaches backwards into the middle drawer on the dresser. He pulls out 3 bottles of liquid latex and a towel. "OH, god, I... wow." "Hehe, I thought you would like it." Josh begins to undo her button and zipper on her pants. Ellie rolls on her back on the mattress as he takes her pants off. He tosses them with the other clothes and proceeds to do the same with his pants. Ellie lays there in a black bra, nipples half exposed, and a mesh black thong exposing her wetness. Josh breathes in her aroma and gets on his knees on the side of the bed. He begins to lick the top of her left foot dragged his tongue up her calf, licking her knee, kissing slowly up her thigh leaving traces of his saliva up her whole leg. He kisses on the inside of her thighs which is wet with her juices. And slowly licks around her snatch. Ellie lays back in pleasure as he gets closer to her. He drags down her black thong off her legs which leaves her exposed to both their delights. He pets the top occasionally flicking her clit with his thumb. Ellie shivers, gripping the plastic. He kisses her left pelvic bone, licks all the way over to her right one. He drags his tongue around her belly button, often tugging the bottom of it with his pinky. His mouth makes its way up to her chest as he licks the top half of her nipple and then lower half through the thin lacy material. He pulls the material down, exposing both breasts. He places his mouth on the left nipple, while slowly caressing the right one, stopping once and a while to tweak the nipple. Josh soon meets his mouth with hers. As they exchange saliva, Ellie massages his hard cock through his blue boxers. He moans ever so slightly when she moves her hand near the tip. Ellie then pulls her head away from his and smiles. She grabs a bottle of the liquid latex and hands it to him. "Where do you want me to pour it?" Josh asks. "Start here," as she points to her stomach just below her breasts. He pours the black thick liquid on her and slowly spreads it around; on top of and just under her breasts. He pours more on her chest and spreads it around, covering her top like a shirt. He pours more on her belly and covers her more, reaches her wet crotch and pours it on her thighs around it. As it begins to dry, Josh anticipates their fucking even more. He completely covers her legs, ass, back and front. Ellie smiles as her body is black except her snatch. Josh just looks back and takes a deep breath. He sits down next to her in bed and grabs a section at her leg, begins to pull off, showing her skin. He completely uncovers her right leg, and then moves onto the left. He leans over her to un-peal her side stomach and ass he begins with the lower tummy then drags the direction of the latex towards the back. Josh turns her over and slowly takes off the latex on her ass. He smacks it after it is fully exposed. Ellie giggles and moans at his action. He continues to take off the latex on her back. Ellie's body is completely naked except her chest which he works on next. But now, it's coming down to the wire and Ellie gets anxious to fuck. "Just take it off now, get the latex off of me, I want you to fuck me so bad right now, I need to feel you inside me." She says. As soon as those words came out of her mouth, Josh quickly peels off the rest of the latex and presses his body on hers and then kisses her yearning mouth. She reaches down to pull off his boxers and to expose what she's been wanting inside her this whole night. Josh kicks off his boxers and positions his cock to tease just the front of her willing snatch. She moans with each tease. She grabs his hair and pulls his head close to her. She whispers in his ear, "Fuck me, fast. I want you inside me, now." With that he raises her pelvis off of the bed a bit and thrusts his member, burying it inside her, she moans loudly. Josh grunts with the first thrust. He quickly turns her around and she sits on top of him. She leans closely to his chest as he inserts. He buries even deeper into her snatch thrusting slowly, but he remembers how she wanted it fast. He gets two slow thrusts in and then begins to push harder and faster. As he does this, she places her hands on the bed post, gripping them tightly. Josh grabs her side and her ass as he fucks her. He moans as he feels her tighten around his throbbing hard cock. He pulls out and changes her position to doggy style. They move quickly and he puts his cock back into her hot box, meeting almost like two magnets pulling each other together. Her hands are still on the bed post she moans and breathes harder as he pounds her. A squeak of delight leaves her mouth as her twat tightens around him; his cock reaching her g-spot with every hit. She moans even louder now and manages to say, "Oh fuck, I'm going to come." With her louder noises and tight pussy Josh begins to moan more now. Knowing he's going to come soon, he thrusts faster than before. "Oh, yeah baby, oh shit," she says. She lets out a loud moan as she feels her intense orgasm. Shivers twist through her body causing her legs to shake. She then feels his last thrust as he comes inside her. Ellie feels the warmth of his come inside her as she takes her hand off of the bed post and supports her body. He pulls his cock out and lets out a sigh. They lay next to each other, sweaty and sticking to the plastic on the bed. Story 1 I wait here, because you told me to do so. I wait here because I know far better than to go against your word. I comply without hesitation. I wait for an hour for your arrival. You told me you would be here at 6:45, and it is now 7:13. I worry a little, but not to a noticeable extent. I just kill time by getting acquainted with my surroundings. I set the keys to Room 208 on the nightstand and plop down on the meticulously made bed. Across the room from me is a long dresser drawer with a TV on top of it. I don't watch it. To the right of the TV is the bathroom door. I hadn't seen in there yet, so I get up to take a look. There's a plain white bath/shower combo with a semi-transparent curtain around it. Across from that is a matching white toilet, and next to that is the coordinating sink. I check myself out in the mirror above that. I run my fingers softly over my face and flinch slightly as I pass over the bruise on my jaw line. I smile. As I turned off the light to the bathroom, loud thuds come from the main door. "Lemme in!" you shout at me. "It's fuckin' cold out here." I open the door and you throw your scarf and hat on the floor and shake off the snow. You pause for a moment and look at me dearly. You pull my face to yours and kiss me, hard. Without a word, you break our embrace, pick me up, and hurl me onto the bed. I giggle a little. You know your strength gets me excited. You sit on the edge of the bed and remove your shoes. Your socks are soaked from the melted snow. You take off your jacket and toss that to the pile containing the rest of your clothes. "No one knows you're here?" you ask without looking at me. "No. Does anyone know you are?" You shake your head. We're very lucky that we never get caught. I don't know what my boyfriend would do if he ever found out. He'd probably beat the shit out of me, without knowing that I would more than likely get off on it. He never was any good at knowing what I like. You, on the other hand, seem to always know. You lay down on your back beside me, and I cuddle up to you and chew on your ear a bit. Now you giggle softly and smile. You put your hand over on my thigh and up my navy plaid skirt just enough to get me purring. "Stand over me and strip. I want there to be nothing on your body." You command directly in my ear. Your voice demanding me to do these things has me wet already. I stand up on the bed. My shoes are on the floor. I stand at your hips, one leg on each side of you. I stand with my skirt too short and my shirt too tight. I never take my eyes off of yours. I unbutton two buttons from the top, then two from the bottom, leaving only one where my bra would cross in front, if I were wearing one. I unbutton the side of my skirt and let it slide down a bit to reveal the top of my black satin g-string. I lift one leg out of the skirt then kick it off the bed with my other. You grab at my bare legs with your greedy hands and I watch you as your eyes light up more and more. I undo the last button and throw my shirt behind me onto the dresser. You grab at my panties and rip the flimsy thing apart. I am dripping wet. I see you notice the moisture moving down my leg. You take your finger and wipe my cunt with it, then bring it to your mouth. You pull my legs toward you and I fall onto the bed. You bite ferociously at my neck, and grab me with your hands. I get up slyly, and make my way to the bathroom, pulling you by your shirt collar all the way there. I turn on the shower and begin undressing you, very hastily. I throw all your clothes to one side. I drop to my knees on the cold tiles and ram your cock into my mouth. I get you good and hard. I stand up and lead you to the shower. You love fucking in the shower. You stand in the tub, and I on the ledge. You reach around me and cling to my ass and I wrap my legs around you, inserting your throbbing prick into my wetness. I use my leg muscles to press my feet against the wall and ride you. You suck my wet tits and scratch into my back and ass with your fingernails. This usually means you'll be coming soon. "Moan for me bitch!" you scream at me, and I do. "Tell me to fuck you harder!" "Fuck me! Goddammit! Go harder! Make me hurt!" You pound into me, and slam my back against the wall. You come for a long time, but you're not finished. You put me back down on the tub, and slap me hard. I run into the bedroom, and you chase after me leaving the water running. I jump up onto the bed, soaking wet. "You get on your fucking back like the slut you are." I fake whimper, but it sounds real. I do it, though. You take out some chains from a bag that I didn't see you had. You cuff my hands together so I didn't try to hit you. And you told me I'd regret it if I tried to get away. I believe you. "Beg me to fuck you bitch! Tell me how bad you want my dick in your snatch! Cry for me! C'mon! How bad do you fuckin want it?" "I want it! I want it! Fuck me goddammit!" I moan loudly. "Oh god, hit me! Hit me really fuckin hard!" You do. I scream louder than I think I ever had. "Again! Slap my ass! Make it hurt!" I come hard when you do this. "Please fuck me...Oh I want it!" You push your fat cock into my spasming slit, all in one stroke. You claw at my tits as you pound into me. I scream, and you hit me again. "Don't you fuckin say a work till I tell you to, whore! Now get on your knees so I can fuck you like a dog, you fuckin bitch!" I roll over and you slap my ass until it goes completely red. You push your dick in deeper and deeper still. I have to bite into the pillow to keep from screaming. You pull on my hair to get my face out of the pillow. Tears are running down my face. "Tell me it feels good, bitch. C'mon slut! Scream for me!" "I love it! Hurt me! I'm yours!" I shout this over and over until I come again. "Oh fuck Oh fuck Oh fuck! I'm coming all over your prick! Mmmmm...Oh Jesus...Fuckin...Shit!" I let out a last scream as your hand goes hard across my ass again. I feel you come again. "Goddamn! Uhn...god you fuckin slut. You feel so good. Uhn..." and you collapse on my back.