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Strapped

By: mattimeo



I lead you into the bedroom and sit down on the edge of the bed. I tell you to take off your clothes and pose for me. After you are done disrobing, I reach out and grab your hips pulling you close. I pull you down to kiss me. I stand you back up and run my hands over your body slowly. Cupping, caressing, feeling. Running my fingernails over your nipples, your lips, your neck, your back. I reach down and undo my pants, undressing in front of you, but not touching you or letting you touch me. I sit back down push you down by your shoulders to your knees in front of me. 

I nod at you and watch as you take me in your hands, stroking slowly. You open your mouth and look up at me as you take my cock in your mouth, slowly sliding down the length of it. I moan as I watch and feel the sensations at the same time. I just sit there, enjoying every second of you fellating me. I moan and my hands go to your hair, letting you know I am taking over now. 

I tighten my grip and take the rhythm from you, moving your mouth. Thrusting my hips into you as I start to speed up, letting you feel me have the control. I stop and lift you to standing by your hair. I kiss you hard, then spin you around. I smack your ass a couple of times, just to get your attention and then pull you back to me, sitting you down on me. I feel your hand grasp my cock and guide it inside you. We both moan loudly at the feeling of me entering you. 

I grab your hips hard and pull, filling you completely. My arms go around you, holding you there as we start to rock back and forth. Your warm wetness engulfing me. My hands going to play with your breasts and nipples. Kissing, moaning, biting the back of your neck as we move. You leaning your head back on my shoulder as we thrust into each other. My hand reaches down to play with your clit as you rock backwards. I pick up the pace. My free hand goes to your neck, lightly squeezing as I push you down on me, filling you up completely. After a little while, I tell you now. Your body spasms against my arms, moaning loudly as I hold you there, still moving inside you. Feeling your wetness all over me as you cum hard, your pussy clamping down on me, driving me over the edge. I cum too, hard. Just sitting there, recovering for a little bit, still entwined.

I lift you off of me after we've recovered for a little bit and lay back down on the bed, just holding each other. Making out for a while. Kissing and caressing and touching. I lift you on top of me and wrap my arms around you as we kiss. Softly at first, then harder. Tongues touching and darting. Catching your lips and tongue with my teeth from time to time. Feeling your hands on my arms, trying to pin me down momentarily. I wink at you and then twist so you fall on top of me and I kiss you again. 

Setting you to the side, I reach for a bag under the bed and pull out a wide, leather belt. Motioning for you to stand, I put it around your waist as you do and cinch it tight. I take your hands and put them at your sides, cushioning your wrists in the soft leather straps there and cinching those binds tight, trapping your arms at your sides. I stand and kiss you again, pulling you close, then moving you to the bed to lie on your back. I walk to the foot of the bed and grab your feet, pulling you almost to the edge of the mattress, then lifting your legs up a little as I spread them. Taking one of your ankles and tie it to the bed frame. Grabbing your other ankle, I tickle the bottom of your feet a little before I move it to the other side, also tying it to the frame. You're laying there, on your back, arms tied to your sides, legs spread and tied. Totally exposed to me, for me. Running my fingertips and fingernails up your legs, your thighs, your belly, your breasts, your neck to your lips. I bend down and kiss you as I put a blindfold over you, leaving you in darkness to wonder what I would do next. 

"Remember your safe word," I whisper in your ear, eliciting a nod from you. I pull out another strap from under the bed and put it across your shoulders, cinching you to the bed tight, not allowing you to move at all. To prove it, I pinch one of your nipples, drawing out a low moan from you. 

You hear a zipper being drawn, then the sounds of things being placed on the bedside next to you. Some heavy sounds, some softer ones, the clink of ice in a glass. The smell of cinnamon as a candle is lit. The sinking of the bed as I sit on it next to you. 

"You seem to be enjoying," I whisper in your ear as I draw the ice cube over your nipple to your mouth, getting a low moan from you in response. Then drawing the cube down your belly, over your thighs, to the soles of your feet, leaving it to melt in your navel as I blow on the newly wet areas gently.

Without warning, you feel the leather falls of my small leather flogger come down on your belly, followed by repeated blows across your thighs, your legs, the bottoms of your feet, your breasts and nipples. Flogging your pussy, your sides and arms. Not stopping, just a rush of blows all over. Interspersed with slaps and smacks from my bare hand on your ass, your pussy, your breasts. Other times a flog, then a slow caress from my fingertips. Or a small kiss on the hit area. Never knowing what I would do next, where I would flog, if I would flog. Laying there, helpless. I lean down and kiss you as I caress the leather falls down your body slowly. You feel me get off the bed and then nothing for a little while.

Strapped In



The place was familiar to me, but I had never been seen there before.

Not as my current persona, at least.

I sauntered through the nearly-full club, subtly peeking at women as I passed. Some of them looked back askew. I brushed the glances off, not allowing them to compromise my self-confidence. My pace slowed as I spotted the blonde. Her name escaped my memory, but I remembered the way she had rubbed herself against me as when we danced. Somehow, I also remembered the sweetness of her pussy and the glorious crescendo she reached when she climaxed. Her short, black dress hugged her elegant curves tightly, making me imagine the act of following its example.

"Hey..." I breathed into her ear.

She turned, looking confused for a brief moment. A grin flashed across her face, highlighting her deceptive appearance of innocence. I seemed to remember that she was twenty-two, making her eight years less experienced than me.

"Hi there, stranger."

"You look like you're ready for some action tonight." I smiled charmingly.

"Every night, sexy." The blonde giggled. "And so do you."

"Oh, yeah. Some lucky girl's neighbors are going to hear my name all night long."

She laughed. "Good advertising."

"Every little bit helps." I showed her the charming smirk again. "So, if you don't have a dance partner later on, maybe I'll saddle you up."

"Ooh, maybe." Her nose crinkled slightly.

"Sounds more like a 'no' kind of 'maybe'. If I'm not being a pessimist."

"Well, it's just...I sort of had something different in mind."

I cocked my head at her. "I'm pretty flexible."

"I was hoping to get some girl-on-girl action tonight."

I paused. "I'm not that flexible."

The blonde giggled again. "Sorry."

"Hey, I'm not going to be mad because you're chasing pussy. That would make me a hypocrite."

She laughed and kissed me. "Some other night, sexy."

"It's a date."

I moved on, scanning the menu along the way. It was a good night for women, and I knew it was going to be a good night for me. As soon as I spotted the right one...

And there she was. Her black, shoulder-length hair framed her sharp features perfectly. Bright green eyes served as beacons in the dim atmosphere. Pouty lips wore a rich shade of red, dressed up for an eventful evening. Her lithe hips were held tight by a short, white skirt, while her red blouse left more to the imagination. Not much more, though. It was far from unflattering, but it seemed as if it was making the smallest effort to hide her full breasts.

My pulse raced at the sight of her, and the visions of her exquisite face contorted by my merciless pleasuring.

I could feel a grin creeping across my face as I saw that it was Donny that she was talking to. How very fortunate. If he hadn't chatted me up to her already, he would gladly lay some groundwork to me. The dark-haired beauty wrapped her lips around the mouth of her bottle of beer, puckering in a way that spurred my imagination.

"Who's your friend?" My sudden question was directed to Donny, while my eyes were waiting for the mystery woman's eyes to meet them. As soon as they did, she smiled. The hint of laugh lines suggested that she was close to my age.

"Chloe, meet my roommate, Vance. Vance, meet Chloe." Donny said politely. "She's the one I told you about last week."

"Oh, did you?" Chloe playfully snapped at him. "And what did you tell him?"

"Everything." I interjected.

"That's such a wonderful first impression." She rolled her eyes.

"It's fine." I assured her, sidling up to her and placing my hand on the small of her back, directing her eyes towards Donny. He was about thirty-three, slightly balding, with round glasses and a slight beer belly. Still, he had a muscular presence plus a certain affability which attracted women. He was often slow to realize it, which would be part of the charm, ironically enough.

"He's a good-looking guy." I continued. "I'm confident enough to say that. If I was a woman, I'd let him plow my ass, too."

They both laughed heartily at that. I slipped my hand away from Chloe, my fingers delicately brushing over the top of her finely-curved ass. She smiled slyly at me.

Donny welcomed me to join them, because I was going to get to Chloe either way. I had my target set, and we all knew it. The three of us found a table and traded stories. Chloe was a high-powered executive, and showed her assertiveness at every turn of the conversation. That made her even more appealing. This wasn't some random tramp with low self-esteem, so the idea of making her beg for cock was exhilarating.

Naturally, we had a few rounds of drinks. More accurately, Chloe had a few drinks, while Donny and I had one drink each and a few Cokes to follow.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Chloe leaned in and asked me after I brought her another Tequila Sunrise.

"Do I need to?" I smirked at her.

"It certainly helps."

"Helps what?"

Chloe grinned and let her eyes roam away.

"I just want you to feel good." I followed up, making her look back and catch my eyes in hers.

"Well then," she said, "You answered your own question. Cheers."

Seeing the magnetism that Chloe and I had, Donny made an excuse and left us, giving Chloe a quick kiss and a whisper before disappearing.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" She acted dumb.

"What he said to you."

"He said you would give me a ride home if I needed. He drove me here."

"Of course, I'd be glad to. What else did he say?"

She rolled her emerald eyes. "He was just joking with me. Told me that you like eggs for breakfast."

"That wasn't a joke. I do." I smiled charmingly.

"I hope you have some, then."

"I'll get some, one way or another."

Chloe took another drink, seeming to deliberate over a comment. "Donny told me some things about you, too."

"Really? Like what?"

"That you fuck a lot."

I laughed. "I suppose I've had my share."

"How would you know? How do you know when you've had enough?" She grinned.

"Good point. It's never enough, is it?"

"Not for the likes of you, apparently."

Her coyness act was impeccable, but it was still an act. I could tell.

I leaned in slightly towards her. "Let's dance."

It wasn't a request as much as an order. I took her hand and pulled her gently yet assertively out of her chair. After leading her out onto the well-populated floor, we made a space for ourselves.

She wasn't as good of a dancer as me, frankly. After a dozen years of visiting clubs, I pretty much had my routine set. And Chloe certainly seemed to enjoy it. She looked good, as well. What she lacked in natural grace, she compensated for with passion. I caught the gleam in her eye and took the next leap.

"Ohh!" She gasped as I clamped onto her hips and pulled her towards me. Her eyes widened as she felt my intentions pressing firmly against her.

"Trying to tell me something you couldn't put in words?" She giggled.

"I can put it in words if you need."

"I think I get the point."

I grinned. "You'll get more than just the point of it."

"If I want it."

For a moment the severe tone almost discouraged me.

"Playing hard to get,now?"

Her act continued. "Who says I'm playing?"

"Donny does."

"Oh, Donny is very sweet."

"You haven't tasted me yet."

"No, seriously," Chloe said sternly, even though her hips made no retreat from mine, "I don't sleep with everyone, Vance. Donny is a sweet guy, and I'm drawn to him because of that."

"Fuck Donny."

"I will, the next time I see him." She half-smiled. "After I suck his fat cock."

"He doesn't have anything that I don't have."

"I'm sure you believe that."

"I know you can feel it yourself."

My assertiveness and her coyness were challenging each other. I pressed harder against her, and her teeth barely bit into her lower lip. It was as if she had caught herself a split-second too late, after she had already revealed the effect my stiff rod had on her imagination.

Having caught the slip, I pushed further, sliding my left hand around to cup her ass. I pulled her against me tightly. While I didn't have Donny's bulky build, I was strong enough to force Chloe to grind her warmth against me.

"You feel good, Chloe." I told her, maintaining my confidence.

"You too." She tremulously replied.

My concentration was pulled to a spot over her shoulder, as the blonde I had talked to earlier was smiling at me. She danced by herself, swinging her sexiness around recklessly. She pointed at Chloe and then bit her knuckle, a clear stamp of approval of my dance partner. I gave her a quick raise of the eyebrows in acknowledgment before bringing my eyes back to Chloe.

After a few more minutes of dance-floorplay and a telling eye-lock between Chloe and myself, I held the back of her neck, feeling the silkiness of her raven hair brushing over the back of my right hand. Now I had control of her hips and her head, not that she seemed to want anything opposite of what I so clearly did.

I pulled her face closer to mine, stopping a couple of inches short of collision. Her eyes betrayed a mild confusion laced with disappointment.

"Do you want this?"

Her eyes couldn't pull away from mine. She nodded.

"Say it."

She swallowed. "Kiss me."

I complied with the illusion of instruction, pressing my well-practiced lips against hers. A soft moan escaped her mouth as I kissed her softly, priming her for much rougher treatment. Her hands clamped onto my hips and pulled, as if our friction wasn't already at its peak.

For about fifteen minutes, I basked in the heat of her passion. My lips alternated between hers and the smoothness of her neck, up to her earlobes. Chloe's head leaned back as I continued to fuel the fire within her. I bit her neck and her hands clenched tight, a gasp leaping from her throat into the open.

"Let's go somewhere quieter." I said, breathing in her ear.

She just nodded as she pulled slowly away from me. Her eyes seemed to avoid mine as she walked alongside me, her hand in mine. As she passed through the door into the night, she grew more confident again, her stride and body language asserting her control.

It was just about time to stomp that out.

Chloe followed my lead to my car. The sight of the black Beemer made her find her voice again.

"Very nice."

"I'm glad you like it."

"I love it." Chloe smiled.

I unlocked the car and opened the passenger-side door for her, standing just to the inside of the door. She took it as a gentlemanly gesture, graciously tilting her head as she started to set her foot inside. Suddenly, her hair was gripped tight between my fingers, her back pressed against the car door's frame. Her gasp, now filled with shock, seemed to linger above us before evaporating.

"Vance..."

"Why are you taking me home with you?"

"I...what??"

I peered sternly into her eyes. "Tell me."

"I need a ride."

"Liar. I said we should go somewhere quieter. That means both of us together, not just dropping you off."

She gulped. "I thought I might want to get to know you better."

"You might?"

"M-maybe..."

"That sounds like the 'yes' kind of 'maybe'."

"I do." Chloe blurted. "I'd like to get to know you."

"Get to know what?"

"Ev-everything..."

"Specifically."

"How you..." Chloe held back.

"Say it."

"I was thinking that you could spend the night..."

"Doing what?"

"Vance..." Chloe's voice wavered. 

I glanced around to make sure nobody was walking nearby. My grip on her hair tightened and I drew her head back slightly.

"Say it." I repeated.

"Sleeping with me..."

"Say it the way you're thinking it."

"Fucking me..."

"You want me to fuck you?"

Chloe nodded.

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me..." Chloe's eyes gleamed as she said it.

"How much?"

She moaned softly. "So much. I need it."

"But I'm not sweet, am I?"

"N-no..."

"So why would you need me to fuck you?"

"Please..."

"Why?" I raised my voice a notch.

"I need a good screw." Chloe said with clarity.

"That's what it's about, isn't it?"

"Y-yes...I need a man who can fuck..."

"Any guy in there can fuck."

"A man with...with a big cock...who can make me cum..."

"Go on."

"Who can make me scream...make me explode over and over until I can't take another fucking thrust without passing out..."

"Am I that man, Chloe?"

"Y-yes!" A smile grew out of her opened mouth.

"Can you show me why I should fuck you?"

"Why...?"

"Yeah." I leaned in close to her, my nose nearly touching hers. Although we were almost the same height, I seemed to loom over her. "Why shouldn't I go back in there and pick someone else? I saw a dozen sluts in there who would kill to get stuffed with my cock."

"You don't think I'm attractive?" She asked weakly.

"You're beautiful. But beautiful doesn't mean you're not boring. I've banged some stunning bitches that almost put me to sleep early."

"W-what...what can I do? To show you?"

"Suck my dick."

A laugh spilled from her. "Oh, I already planned on it!"

"Not like that, Chloe."

My free hand slipped down to my pants. Her eyes struggled to look, as I held her head back too far to see. The sound of my zipper opening prompted her eyes to dilate along with it.

"You can't be serious."

I tilted my head. "Sounds like you aren't serious, to me."

"Oh, God..."

Chloe's knees bent, and I let her slide downward. Within seconds her lips were rolling along the side of my stiff rod, slathering me with her saliva.

"That's a good girl. Show me how much you want it."

She looked up at me as she sucked me in, caving her cheeks inward. Both of her hands wrapped into rings around the thick shaft, twisting slowly but firmly in opposing directions.

"Yeahh..." I grunted. "You like that, Chloe?"

She released me with a popping sound. "I love it."

My dick was back in the warmth of her mouth as soon as she was done talking. She pushed herself further onto it, taking me to the gateway of her throat.

I looked around as I enjoyed Chloe's efforts, ensuring that they wouldn't be witnessed by anyone else. The hand that held her hair tightened, and I pushed her further. Her eyes shot open as she gagged slightly. Her hands were stacked up against my balls, now merely stopping me from feeding her the full ten inches. I pulled her back and off of me, letting her breathe.

"Fuck!" Chloe sputtered. 

"Imagine if one of your employees saw you, Chloe."

"What?"

"What would they think? This assertive, bossy bitch on her knees in a public parking lot, getting a mouthful of man meat?"

"They'd think I was a whore..."

"You are, Chloe. You're a slave to a hard cock. Right?"

"Y-yess...I'll do anything...anything for it..."

"I know..."

I quickly directed myself back between her lips, pushing deeper. Her eyes watered as I gave her everything, filling her throat. Chloe inhaled sharply as I pulled back out.

"You like that, slut?"

"Yess..."

"Tell me."

"I love sucking your cock..."

"Tell me more."

Chloe moaned softly. "Fuck my face...

"Ask nicely."

"Please..."

I complied, jamming myself hard and deep in her gullet. Wet gagging sounds dribbled out of her mouth as I stroked in and out of it with authority. Her hands clamped onto my outer thighs as her eyes looked upwards with a mixture of lust and fear.

"Oh, yeah...you could make me cum, you dirty little cockgobbler."

She grunted graciously, taking pride in her talents. I pulled her off and upward, making her feet struggle to prop themselves under her and push to catch up with the tugging on her hair. Our mouths meshed violently after she stood upright; my right hand now pushed up her skirt to grab her ass tightly. The feel of her lace panties against my palm spurred me on even further. Chloe grunted with her need at the kiss, flicking her tongue against mine. I broke it off, pulling her head backwards.

"Are you going to do what I say?" I asked harshly.

"Yes..."

"Everything that I say?"

Chloe swallowed. "Yes..."

I let her go without warning. She caught herself on the door and car roof, gracelessly.

"I guess you're worth my time." I nodded as I tucked myself back into my pants. "Strap yourself in."

Chloe coughed out a soft laugh as she dropped into the passenger seat.

Again, Chloe tried to regain her poise and dignity as I drove her to her apartment. She straightened her hair and checked her face in the vanity mirror, presumably so that nobody would see any signs of her being throated before even getting back home. I considered pulling her down and making her bob on me all the way there, but I figured the anticipation would be even more worthwhile.

I played nice as we walked through her lavish lobby to the elevator. She selected the button for the penthouse, and the doors closed on us. We waited in silence as we headed upwards. Suddenly, I leaned to her and kissed her neck softly. Chloe jumped ever so slightly, then smiled. I smirked back at her, enjoying the sight of her on edge.

The apartment was absurd. I tried to imagine what kind of salary she made as I glanced around the opulent foyer. Chloe locked the door behind us and slipped up behind me.

"Can I get you a dr..."

She gasped as I grabbed her throat and pushed her against the wall. I bit her neck, pressing myself tightly against her.

"I'm not here to take your alcohol." I whispered into her ear.

Chloe nodded, her eyes closed. Her breaths came out deep and rapid. Without warning, I tore her blouse from her.

"OH!" She cried out at the sensation.

Her white skirt was ripped away just as easily, leaving her in a set of red lace bra and panties. She instinctively put her hands over her crotch and chest, then thought better and placed them flat on the wall behind her.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Chloe looked into my eyes as my left hand continued to hold her by the throat.

"Yes."

"Oh, God, do it...right here...right now..."

"No."

"What?"

"Like in the parking lot, Chloe. I don't put a cock in a hole unless my tongue's been there first." I poked my finger into her mouth and hooked it against the inside of her cheek. "Remember?"

She nodded. I pulled my hands away and grabbed her back, kissing her passionately. She melted against me, sighing softly as my tongue clashed with hers. My fingers unclasped her bra and pulled down, letting it fall to the floor. Her smooth skin invited my hands to explore its entirety, and they roamed freely. Her hips pushed outwards towards me, telling me yet again how badly she was aching for the pounding I was promising her.

I broke off the kiss. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before I trailed my tongue over her chest, diagonally downwards towards her high, firm breasts. I feasted on her flesh, sucking and biting from one stiff, rosy nipple to the other. My hands took the place of her c-cup bra and held her tits tightly, making them look even more pert. Her fingers ran through my hair as I licked her nubbins to a high state of sensitivity. Her eyes closed and her head rested against the wall, soft coos and sighs slipping past her lips.

Just as abruptly as I had for her blouse and skirt, I tore her panties off of her hips. Chloe cried out, yet spread her legs instantly. I was there in an instant with her right leg over my shoulder and my tongue slowly sliding up her tender slit.

"Ohhh, Vance... that is good..."

Her wet, closely-trimmed twat was all too eager to open up for my tongue. It slipped an inch inside, moving to and fro within her. I gripped her asscheeks tight while her heel pressed against my back, trying to shove my face directly into her sweet cunt.

"Oh, yesss...eat my pussy..." Chloe grunted out. "Make me cum..."

"She won't say it, but she doesn't want to get off too soon." Donny's advice rolled through my memory, keeping myself from bringing her to her peak within a couple of minutes. "She likes to be teased, it makes her first orgasm fucking epic."




Strapped in for Fun



We are an average looking couple and if you lived next door to us, you'd probably consider us boring. However, in the privacy of our bedroom we are a whole other story. My lovely bride, so normal in every way loves to be naked and tied to the bed to be used by me in any way I choose.  

I have installed nondescript straps with steel eyes to our bed. These straps stay under our mattress at the ready to be taken out for playtime. For my wife Audrey we have Velcro wrist and ankle bands with matching hooks. These are designed where Audrey can secure herself into her straps and once the last hook is snapped into place, she cannot release herself. No matter how my day has been, it is an instant boner when I walk into our bedroom and see my wife naked and strapped to our bed, helpless and vulnerable her vulva and ass showing. To my wife, as she lies there alone and helpless, exposed to anyone who may venture in is such a turn on, she has actually orgasmed.

Last Saturday I came back from golf to find Audrey already in her harness writhing on the bed as I walked in.

"I see you're ready for me and what do you wish me to do to you young lady?"

"Sir I need you to do nasty things to me, I want you to put it in my ass deep and hard. I want you to cum all over me and let it dry all crusty as I lie here helpless."

I sat on the bed and put my hand to her pussy, so wet with her juices that the spread under her is already soaked. I began playing with her and soon I had four fingers inside her and my thumb rubbing her clit. As soon as she came on my thumb, I put it inside as well. I told her she now had my whole fist up her cunt and she moaned as she began to fuck my fist. I spread my fingers and massaged her uterus softly. 

Keeping my hand in her cunt, I open our toy drawer with the other. I pulled out our lube and an anal plug. It is one of our new toys we had not used yet and I feared the size maybe too large for my petite little blonde. I look up to see my wife watching in anticipation, so I held the toy to her lips and watched as she kissed it with devotion. Next I lubed it well then held it to her anus firmly and watched while she pushed back trying to force the monster inside her. My hand was still inside her cunt and I turned it so I could feel this intruder as it entered. To my amazement, Audrey was able to force the giant knob past her sphincter and then I pushed it the rest of the way up her canal. With my fingers inside her, I could feel it travel up inside her. I began alternating movements between my hand and the toy as I pushed the toy in I would pull my hand out and then reverse. Both of Audrey's holes were now so extended I could pull both my fist and the toy out of its hole and then reinsert them easily.

"Audrey I am now going to fuck you but I'm leaving your ass plugged while I take you. When I'm ready I am going to treat you like the slut you are and spill my cum over your naked body."

I took my fist from her and put it to her lips to clean her own honey from my fingers. I next climbed between her bound legs, so lean and long. She pushed her petite little ass up to present herself for my pleasure, I took her hard, and fast, knowing I would not last long. As promised when I felt I could no longer hold back I pulled out and squirted my seed on her backside, just as they do on the pornos we watch. I reached over to get a vibrating egg from our toy drawer; I pushed it up her cunt, and then turned it on high. I then left to go take a shower, leaving her tied up with both holes full and her undulating to the buzzing devise pushed inside her.

When I came back refreshed and clean I still had one more humiliation for her. I sat at the top of the bed with her head between my legs and as she lifted her face to me, I put my new erection to her lips. She open wide and took me all the way just as she likes. I grabbed her by the hair with both hands and fucked her face roughly, gagging her every time I pushed my cock inside her. She looked up into my eyes while I defiled her mouth, yet the look was not of fear but of pride that she was able to please me. She accepted my issue down her throat without losing a drop.

And then playtime was over and I unhooked her aching limbs. I drew her a bath and as she soaked in the rich bubbles, I washed her tender body. After exhausted and still sore, she took a nap while I made dinner. Later that night we slept together as lovers naked and spooned into each other.

I realize that many people cannot understand how a relationship such as ours can exist. Yet if not for the love and trust my wife has in me she would not be able to put herself in my control. Audrey knows my love for her would not allow me to harm her in any way and thereby gives her the freedom to give herself to me.  



Strapped In



My tongue slid deeper inside, delighting in the moans and tremors it was causing within her. I deliberately avoided her clit. She noticed.

"Pleeeease..." I could see her head leaning back sharply against the wall, just beyond her heaving chest. "I need to cum...get me there...lick my clit..."

I chuckled softly as I ever-so-briefly flicked my tongue against it and then went back to eating her out.

"Bastard..." Chloe half-laughed herself. "Fucking teasing me..."

My tongue bounced her clit back and forth a few times in response, sending jolts through her body.

"Yesssss...a little more..."

As I went back to slurping at her slit, I peeled off my button-down shirt, leaving the undershirt on. I also opened up my pants and felt my hand fill up with something hard and thick. My hand stroked it lazily, as if to prime it for the grip it was going to be locked into soon.

"Yeah, yeahhh..." Chloe quivered. "Suck my clit..."

I slowly stopped at my efforts, downshifting to soft kisses and breaths against her pussylips.

"Noooo...Vance...keep going..."

Her hair was back within my fingers in a matter of seconds as I kissed her deeply. My other hand held my massive cock up to her eager quim, running the head of it up and down. Her folds opened up around it. A gasp shot out of her mouth as I moved my lips to her earlobe, as if my tongue had been holding it inside.

"Yes, baby...give it to me..."

"You want it?" I breathed harshly into her ear.

"Fucker...you know I do..."

"I like to hear you say it."

"I want you in me..."

"More specific..." I whispered harshly.

"I want your big dick deep in my cunt..."

"Is that how you ask for something you want?"

"I want your big dick deep in my cunt...please..."

I pushed in, pulling my head back so I could watch her face as it happened. Her jaw slackened and her eyes went wide as I slowly buried the bulk of my rod inside her. Chloe's ass pressed against the wall as I leaned into her.

"How's that?" I smirked at her.

"Jeeezus...Vance...fuck me..."

I gripped the backs of her thighs as I wrapped her legs around my hips. Her arms hooked under mine and gripped my shoulders. Our eyes locked as I started to drive slowly but firmly into her.

"Faster..." Chloe moaned. "Do it faster..."

If anything, my pace slowed a little. Donny's words were forefront in my mind, and I wanted to make her explode. While I loved the view of her arching chest and the sight of her twat stretched around my cock that lay beyond it, I wished that I could have seen the view from behind me. The dark-haired beauty with her back against the wall and her heels digging at my lower back, with my pants and boxers having slid down to my mid-thigh. It must have been quite the picture.

"GodDAMN it..." Chloe's frustration was as transparent as her previous coyness. "All the girls you've fucked, and this is the best you can do?"

I grinned at the lame taunt. "You'll cum when I want you to."

"If you can make me." She laughed. "I'm starting to doubt it..."

She got a hard thrust, just for reassurance.

"Oh, GOD!" Chloe cried out. "That's it...more!"

I went at her slowly for as long as I thought my legs could take it. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of my shoulders as her motor revved higher and higher. My thrusts sped up as I felt her hips twisting desperately, shifting my dick around in her clutching cunt.

"That's it...faster..." Her eyes closed as she immersed herself in the growing sensation.

"I want to hear you cum..." I told her as I jammed myself into her harder.

"Yesss...do it...make that pussy cream on your big cock..."

My hips thrust forward violently, making a loud thumping sound as her ass pounded against the wall. I felt her heels smack at my lower back harder, continuously trying to push me in deeper and harder.

"OHhhh yes yes yes...fuck it...fuck meee..." Chloe's words sounded almost distant, as if out of a trance. Her eyelids clenched tight in anticipation.

"Cum for me."

As if I had pulled a trigger on her, she clamped even tighter around me and screamed. Her back arched, her shoulders pressing against the wall. The imagined vision of her face in orgasmic ecstasy didn't even compare to the glorious expression of her powerful pussyquake. She was even more beautiful in her sexual abandon.

"Ohhhh fuck fuck FUCKKKK!!" Chloe's orgasm rolled into extra innings as I continued to drive myself balls-deep into her. "YESSSSS!"

Her hips jerked with decreasing frequency as I slowed down. She leaned forward and buried her face in my neck, gaining control of her breathing and senses.

"So good..." Chloe half-moaned, half-chuckled. "Such a good pounding..."

I slipped out of her, my cock slapping against my abdomen, leaving my undershirt stained with her pussy juice. We kissed passionately. Her body seemed more relaxed, almost gelatinous after her pleasuring, and her lips seemed to thank me without words.

"Let's move to the bed." I said plainly as we broke off the kiss.

Chloe simply nodded and took my hand. I held up my pants enough to follow her to her bedroom.

The bedroom was similarly overdone, with a bed that looked like it could fit four easily. With its rich tones and elaborate woodwork, it was the very cradle of cultured refinement, and ironically the stage for her carnal decadence. I sat on the bed, directing her actions with my eyes. Chloe pulled off my shoes and socks quickly, kneeling at my feet, following by removing my pants and boxer shorts. I stroked my dick firmly while pointing it towards her mouth. She got the idea.

"Yeahhh..." I grunted as she took another shot at swallowing my cock, now free from any worries about being spotted doing so in a parking lot. I rested my hands on the edge of the bed, letting her show me how she could perform without any manipulation. Our eyes met as she gazed up at me, while her head twisted back and forth. There was no faking the look of enjoyment on her face.

"I just want you to feel good." Chloe said with slight mocking as she released me briefly.

"I already planned on it." I grinned down at her.

My dick vanished between her lips as she gagged slightly. Her hands gripped my hips, using me to help her take more inside.

"You look so good...like that..." I told her.

"MMMmmm..." She moaned just before letting me pop out of her mouth. "Thank you."

I grunted as she moved her hands to my cock, stroking me with both hands. Her tongue teased the head as she watched my face. "Don't be afraid of cumming in my mouth. I'll take it that way. I'll take it any way you give it."

"I know." I smiled with self-assurance.

"She'll do anything." Donny had told me, smiling broadly. "Don't get scared off because she acts shy or something."

My eyes glanced around the room as the sounds of her determined suction echoed throughout it. I spotted a belt, like one from a bathrobe, draped over a doorknob.

"Anything, seriously..."

"Get on the bed." I said suddenly.

Chloe peeled her lips off of my shaft and complied, looking mildly surprised. She lay with her heels slightly off the edge of the bed.

"Up further."

She shifted up, so that her head was near the railed headboard. I stood and quickly grabbed the bathrobe belt.

"Put both hands on one of the rails."

Cautiously, she did as I told her. I climbed up by her and fed her my cock, much like candy used to placate a child about to get a shot at the doctor's office. Within half a minute, I had her wrists bound together and the other end of the belt tied tightly around the bedrail. She barely seemed to notice while she had been slurping at my meat.

"Um, Vance?" She asked as I pulled away from her.

"Yeah?"

"You never told me what the safe word was."

"Didn't you say that you would do whatever I wanted?"

Chloe thought for a moment. "Yes..."

"Then you don't need a safe word."

"Oh, shit."

I glided over the silk sheets in order to place myself between her athletic legs. With no hesitation, I drew her towards me, pulling the belt taut. She gasped at the slight twinge of pain, while I knew that I would more than compensate for it with pleasure.

"Besides..." I smirked as I slapped at her slit with my cock. "You said you wanted to get to know me better."

"What if I already get the gist?" Chloe giggled nervously.

I split her open violently as I lunged into her. "I tend to make sure that I'm understood."

She gasped as I buried myself in her twat. I held myself there, planting my hands over her shoulders. Her legs hooked around my back again, embracing the penetration.

"Ohhh yessss...jam that big dick in me..."

I didn't need the instructions. Chloe got it slowly and deeply to start, adjusting again to the girth. Her natural tits had flattened against her chest with gravity, but they were still a sight as they bounced along with my thrusts, her nipples as stiff as ever.

"Fuck yeah...nice and tight..." I grunted as I picked up the pace.

Our eyes met as I pumped her pussy. Her mouth gaped open, breathing hard and moaning with my thrusts. I rose up onto my knees and grabbed her legs, holding them up against me. The lack of control Chloe had over her limbs made me swell with a sense of power, and I showed it with every deep push into her.

"Yes...that's what I need...a good, hard fuck from a good, hard cock...more...morrrre..."

She was quickly losing herself in the pleasure, and I was losing the willpower to hold back any longer. I quickly pushed her legs down, planting her ankles next to her shoulders. The sight of this sexy slut bent in half underneath me drove me even harder.

"Oh, Goddddamn..." She groaned at the action. "Break me in half..."

Our grunts and moans filled the room as I pummeled her cunt, bouncing her ass off of the mattress. Chloe's head jerked back sharply.

"Gonna c...ahh fuck...fuck FUCK!" She caught her breath as the start of her orgasm had knocked it out of her. The loud, broken cries that erupted from her filled the room and rang in my ears.

"Don't stop..." Chloe's voice cracked as she was able to speak again. "I'll cum again..."

My hips slammed forward, all too happy to get her to another peak. It didn't take long before her legs trembled under me and her pussy exploded again. Her head thrashed side to side and her hands pulled tight against the binding belt.

"Fuck...close..." I grunted as she came down from it.

"Yesss..." Chloe's eyes opened wider as she looked up at me. "Cum for me...give it to me..."

I pulled out and quickly straddled her chest, continuing to pin her legs by her shoulders. With both hands, I worked my cock furiously.

"Yesss...I'm ready...ready for it..." Chloe moaned and opened her mouth, sliding her tongue out.

One of my hands slipped under my balls and my hips jerked forward.

"Ahhh, FUCK!" I called out and released a half-dozen milky streams. Chloe flinched as I aimed them at her face, avoiding the target of her mouth that she had been expecting. I watched as I painted her face, jerking my cock until the blast had ceased.

"Ohh, you son of a bitch!" Chloe giggled as she closed her eyes. "That was not nice!"

"I couldn't help myself." I chuckled.

I released her legs as I kneeled by her head, using my cockhead to sweep up globs of the sticky liquid and deliver them to her mouth. Her skin maintained its sheen from the residue, but I cleaned her up effectively.

"That was awesome..." She mumbled for what was probably the fifth time since I had completed my climax. Her eyes were closed from her satiation, her body shifting languidly on the silk sheets.

Her eyes shot open at the sound of the bedside table drawer opening.

"What are you doing?"

"Just looking around." I smiled as I looked through the drawer.

"For what?"

"Donny said you had some things that I might find useful."

"Useful for??"

I turned to look at her, while I blindly continued rummaging. "For you."

Chloe pulled against her binding, almost as if she had forgotten about it. "Vance...this has been wonderful...but really, I'm very well fucked for one night..."

"That's not up to you." I laughed as my fingers found something interesting.

"No...no, no. Really..."

"You don't have something like this for decoration." I waved the eight-inch, knobbed dildo at her. "This is something that needs to be put to good use."

"I do! When I need to!"

"I think you need it."

Chloe pulled against the bathrobe belt again. "I'll scream!"

"I'll make you scream, guaranteed." I looked through the drawer further.

"No, I mean..."

"I know what you fucking mean, slut." I cut her off. "As if anyone within earshot hasn't tuned out your screaming by now. I'll stuff your panties in your mouth if I need to, but I bet you've had enough nights like this to make anything you do nothing more than expected background noise around here."

She froze as she started to speak, telling me that she knew that I was right.

"Get up on your knees." I said as I found the item I had been expecting to see all along.

Chloe's roll onto her front was almost comical in its awkwardness. She managed to get herself up onto her knees and elbows after a couple of tries, the restraint of her wrists making the effort difficult. I worked my way behind her and promptly pulled her hips back, taking her elbow support away. She cried out at the sensation, muffled by her face landing against the mattress. She tilted her head to the side, trying to look back towards me and allowing herself to breathe freely.

"What a view." I declared as I lightly spanked her beautifully-rounded ass. "I should make a video of this one."

"I'm glad you like it." Chloe said sincerely, wiggling her hips for me. She breathed hard, as if bracing herself for something unpleasant and hoping to soften up the treatment with her brave words.

Her barely-furred folds opened easily for the dildo, as if welcoming an old friend. Her pussylips rolled up and down over the bulbous knobs as I twisted it inside and back out again slowly.

"Ahhhh fuckkk..." Chloe moaned. Her diamond-hard nipples scraped against the sheets as she pushed back onto the rubber sex toy.

I licked the thumb of my free hand and pressed it lightly against her puckerhole. Chloe moaned at the feel of it. My thumb worked itself around in small, slow circles, pulling it open ever so slightly. I corkscrewed the knobbed dong in and out of her faster, giving her twat less warm-up time than I had previously.

"Fuck it...oh, yesss...I love that fat bastard in my cunt..."

"You need cock all goddamned day and night, don't you?"

"Sometimes..."

Without warning, my thumb pushed into her asshole.

"AHH!" She cried out.

"More than sometimes, right?"

I clenched my hand and jerked her back and forth a few inches.

"OHhhh OHH! Yes, yes! I need it all the time."

"That's what I thought." I laughed softly.

"You dirty fuck..." She grunted as I attacked both of her holes at once.

"And you love it. I think you should give me a key to the front door. I'll just stop by anytime I've got a load ready to get fired onto some whore's face."

"Maybe..." Chloe trailed off into a series of moans as her hips bucked backwards for the dildo.

"And if you've got some other guy up here, I'm sure he won't mind sharing. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe..."

I released the rubber dick and pulled her head back by her hair, not letting up on her sphincter. "You'd like that, yes or fucking no?"

"Yes!" Chloe gaped, her eyes sparkling with lust at the thought. "I'd love that...two big dicks at once..."

"Keep talking." I pulled on her hair again.

"AhhHH! Getting fucked...getting my pussy stuffed and throating a fat cock at the same time. Oh, GOD!"

"You could cum just thinking about it, couldn't you?"

"Yess...but..."

"But?"

"Please...keep fucking me with that toy..."

I released her hair and grabbed the base of the dildo, working it both around and in and out rapidly.

"Oh sweet Jeeeeezus!!" Chloe cried as her asshole clamped around my thumb. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

She bucked and moaned as the orgasm rattled her bones, jerking further as the aftershocks kicked through her.

"OH! OHHhhhhHH! Fuckkk!"

I pulled my thumb out of her clamped ass, making her gasp. She caught her breath for about a minute, then cooed as she felt my tongue. I had leaned down behind her, spreading her asscheeks and licking at her puckerhole.

"Ohhh Vance...nasty boy..."

"You love it." I spoke briefly, so I could get my tongue back in her crack.

"Yesss...that feels sooo good...

Chloe twisted her hips slightly, as if to work me deeper inwards. I hummed as I ate her ass out more fervently, sending vibrations rolling through her.

"OHHHhhh...yessss...don't stop, you dirty fucker...OHHhhh..."

But I did stop, making her pout and whine softly. Her expression became even more adorable as she felt her tube of lube being squirted onto her sphincter. The look of shock in her mesmerizing, widened eyes was simply precious.

"N-no!"

"I told you..." I said plainly as I worked the lube around her tightest hole, "my dick doesn't go anywhere unless my tongue does first."

"It's too big...seriously! You're too fucking big!"

"She let me fuck her ass, good and hard." Donny had told me, smiling broadly. "She can take it, no matter how scared she acts."

"Donny fucked you in the ass, didn't he?"

"No..." Chloe muttered.

"You're calling my roommate a liar?"

"N-no! I did, it's just...you're too big!"

"I've seen his dick, you lying whore." I raised my voice. "We fucking live together. We've shared a few sluts in our time, too, so I've seen the way he splits a hole open."

"Y-you have?"

"Yeah, we have. So if you can take him, you can take me."

"Oh, fuck..."

"And since you lied to me..." I paused as I pressed my cockhead against her slickened opening, "I'm not going to be as gentle as he was."

"Ahh AHH!" Chloe panted as my massive cock split her ass open. "Fuckkk fuck FUCK!"

"That's the plan."

I sank in deep in a hurry, making her cry out sharply. She got deep-dicked right off the bat as I squatted on my heels behind her. Her hair became my handle once again, bringing her head back as I used it for leverage.

"Fucking bastard!" Chloe wailed. "Feels like a fucking log in my ass! AHHH!"

"And you love every inch of it."

"GodDAMN!"

"SAY it!" I emphasized the order with another tug at her hair.

"I love it! I love your fat cock in my tight little ass! FUCK IT!"

"Keep talking...tell me how much you like getting torn up."

"I LOVE it!" Chloe screamed as I pounded her even harder. "I love it...getting my backdoor busted open...do it...fuck it...harder...HARDER!"

"I knew it...lying whore...Donny tells me everything he does...every detail about every bitch he bangs..." I grunted as I pummeled her furiously. "I knew exactly who you were, and you fucking lied to me..."

"Yes...I did..."

"I hate when a slut puts on a phony front...fucking..HATE...that..." I put my full weight into my lunges.

"I'm sorry!" Chloe's voice pitched higher. "I'm sorrrrrry...take it out...take it out on me...I deserve it!"

"You don't have to give me permission, bitch. I own you."

"Yess...I'm all yours..."

"Say it like you mean it."

"I'm your whore...your little fucktoy...your dirty little cum dumpster..."

I laughed softly as my breaths came harder with the effort. "Very good..."

"Do anything you want...I'll take it...as long as I get FUCKED!"

My hand slipped under her and started to strum her clit wildly. Her body tensed up immediately.

"OH GOD OH GOD OH FUCCCCCK!" She screeched, her eyes clenching tight. "Yesss make your dirty whore CUM! FUCK!!"

Her siren song rang through the place as I felt her pussy squirt its juices onto my legs. My fingers kept working her tender clit mercilessly, and she shook to her core with a ripping multiple orgasm.




Strapped In



"UGHHHHhhhh oh ohhhh..." She sputtered as I yanked my cock free and let her clit recover. "Goddamn..."

Chloe was a vision of sexual depravity, her hair coated with sweat, her mascara having run down her cheeks. While she was busy catching her breath, I released the bathrobe belt from the bedrail.

"OOOH!" She showed her surprise as I pulled at her binding, leading her off of the bed. I positioned her on her knees with her arms straight upward, pulled tight by my left hand. My right hand stroked my cock, inches from her face.

"Where do you want that load, whore?"

"Mouth...in my mouth..." Chloe gasped desperately.

"Do you deserve that?"

"No, but if you want to be kind to me...give me that one thing..."

"Earn it..." I offered her my rod, and she slurped it into her mouth without hesitation. As exhausted as she was, she downed me with determination, eager to earn approval for her efforts. Her gagging sounds were music to my ears, and I didn't hold back any longer. I gripped myself under my balls and thrust forward. Chloe's bright green eyes shined up at me from their beds of smeared makeup at the tell-tale moan that I let out.

"Yeah...there it is...YEAHH!" I grunted loudly and shot off into her throat. She sucked hard, swallowing every volley that I sent into her.

Chloe was still humming around my meat when I released the belt, throwing her off-balance and making her fall backwards onto her ass. I promptly unraveled the binding from her wrists.

"Clean up, slut." I said, simply. "You're a fucking mess."

Donny nearly coughed out his mouthful of scrambled eggs when he saw me. I knew he would, since I had caught my disheveled reflection in the hallway mirror.

"Shut up." I smiled, despite myself.

He laughed loudly but briefly. "I guess you had your way with Chloe?"

I sat down at the table, almost collapsing into the chair.

"I fucked her brains out. Almost literally, I think."

"She's fun, isn't she?"

I nodded. "She jumped on me this morning, too. Woke up to her riding me like a bronco."

"I should have warned you about that."

"I may be in love."

Donny snickered.

"Where did you meet her, again?"

"Business. She approved her company's land purchase, and...our long night of celebrating turned into a much longer night, somehow."

"She likes you."

He smiled. "I bet she likes you, too."

"Yeah. Seriously, though..."

I leaned across the table and kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately. We broke it off, slowly.

"Thank you." I said, letting my voice raise an octave.

"You're welcome. I'm just glad that she agreed to be the victim of your little fantasy."

"She was perfect." I slipped out of my shirt and undershirt, revealing the elastic wrap around my chest. An exaggerated sigh of relief pushed from my lungs as I released the wrapping, freeing my d-cup breasts.

"Better?"

"Oh, fuck yes." I laughed, looking down and cupping them lightly. "I missed you two."

Donny chuckled. "Looks like you're still happy to see me, though."

"Yeah, that's enough of carrying that around, too." I opened my pants enough to loosen the strap-on and pull it off of me. I dropped it on the table as if it was the daily mail.

"Did it work?"

"Oh my God, yes. It fired off just like the real thing. I don't know what was in it, but Chloe looked like it tasted pretty good."

"Awesome." Donny smirked, assumedly at the vision that I had inspired.

"Speaking of which, did you find anyone last night?"

"Yeah, I hung out for a while and ran into Sandra. I ended up at her place."

"Sandra!" I pounded the table. "I talked to her before I met up with you two, and I couldn't remember her name. And she lied!"

"She did?"

"She told me that she was looking for some girl-on-girl action."

"I guess she wanted a real man." Donny grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "How clever. I'm sure she showed you a good time, too."

Donny's lips were on mine, suddenly. He had stood in a flash and grabbed my head firmly, holding it still while he kissed me deeply.

"I still miss my Vanna, no matter who else you let me spend time with." My husband said as he broke it off.

Nothing more needed to be said. He had my naked ass on the table with my legs spread within a minute. I gasped as his thick cock split my pussylips wide.

"I loved being a guy for a night, fucking a sexy slut..." I moaned, "but I'd so much rather be your sexy slut..."

"Getting fucked?" Donny grabbed my hair, pulling my head back slightly.

"Yess..." I squealed as he shoved his dick deep into my ravenous cunt. "Fuck me...please..."



Strapper Takes New York



I offer a sincere thank you to PPP and his wife for allowing me to highjack their Literotica personas. Please remember that this is just a fictional story.... 

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Ah!.......the gut wrenching agony, the knife stab pains in your stomach, the feeling of constantly wanting to reach for the trash can, the emotional dread that overcomes your very soul...

No, I wasn't about to become a willing cuckold....

....instead, the words "approved" appeared by my latest story on Literotica this past Memorial Day morning, and I had the whole day to sit around.......and wait. 

You know the anxiety's bad when I passed up a second plate of baked macaroni and cheese at the family picnic. And, hell, I certainly didn't need any baked beans. I knew I'd be sitting on the toilet enough already as the comments rolled in...

My brother asked me, as a sat down the tenth bottle of Rolling Rock, if everything was OK....

"Sure!" I slurred, "I'm just havin' a good time..."

I lied.

To show you how pathetic I am.....well.....it was one of the longest days of my life. And, yes, I am pathetic in more ways than one. Trust me on that...

So what would be the verdict on my Aftermath story?

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Wow! I couldn't believe it!

To be the biggest loser in life, and then to suddenly have written a story that lots of people seem to enjoy, you can't imagine what a thrill that is... even my literary hero threw me a bone! I was slobbering and drooling over my laptop for days...

For someone like me, with very, very low self esteem, the boost to my ego brought me up to a level that I could now almost peek at myself in the mirror. Self loathing was magically replaced by self dislike. I was making great progress!

For the next two days, my head was so freaking large that my brother had to bring a cot over to my garage, so I had a place to sleep at night. I couldn't fit my ears thought the doorway to my house. I rode on the back of his pickup truck to work. The guard at the entrance to the government facility I work at almost didn't let me through the gates because he didn't have Mr. Potato Head on his list...

Women actually looked at me! Maybe they always had, but it's hard to know when you're constantly looking at your shoes. A cute secretary smiled at me and I got a hard-on. It was the greatest day of my life!

I imagined the afterglow of having a successful story must like the afterglow of sex, the sense of pride and accomplishment of giving your partner wonderful orgasms. But then again, honestly, I didn't really know...

I have always been like this, always felt like this, especially around women. Lower than dog shit. The worst at everything I've ever tried. The fact that I was an employed taxpaying citizen must be some kind of divine miracle. It's a helluva life, but maybe, just maybe, my whole Literotica experience gave me something to build on...

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A week passed and each morning I logged onto the website and checked the comments, hoping maybe someone overseas or someone staying up late had read one of my stories and decided to write. Nothing.

Usually I'd read a new story before going to work. Usually I'd leave for work disappointed. Seems there really aren't a lot of true loving wives in the loving wives section. More than anything else in the whole world.....what I longed for......what I dreamed about...was a simple loving wife.

The days passed and Aftermath dropped off the lists and soon all was forgotten. I returned to my bed, started driving myself to work, and basically became an invisible loser again. I guess I needed to write another story...

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Stopping at the local convenience store on the way to work for coffee one morning, I looked at the monitor for the lottery machine. The Powerball jackpot was now over 200 million dollars. What the hell, I knew I wasn't going to win...

"Give me three Powerball tickets with my coffee, please," I said to the clerk, laying a five dollar bill on the counter.

"That'll be seven sixty nine..."

"Huh?"

"Powerball tickets are now two dollars each."

What the hell is going on in this country? Since when do prices double overnight? As I dug in my wallet for another Lincoln, I noticed the clerk smirking at me. She was young, pregnant and attractive, especially if tattoos, facial piercings and green hair float your boat. Throwing caution to the wind, I summoned all my courage and spoke to her...

"Say, if I win this jackpot, I'll fix you up real nice."

"Great! I'm two months behind on my lot rent, my Omega needs a new transmission, and my boyfriend just got locked up in county for six months for dealing...so, yeah, good luck to both of us!"

I grabbed my tickets, lowered my head and shuffled out the door.

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Only in the world of erotic fiction can you actually win the lottery. I've been wasting hundreds of dollars every year for the past twenty five and have only won a buck or two here and there.

But as fate would have it, word got around that someone from our state had won the jackpot, then someone from our town, then someone from that convenience store, so I dug through the center console of my Fusion for the ticket and finally checked...

What are your wishes, what are your dreams when suddenly money is no object? Did I want to buy into the Pittsburgh Steelers? Bag a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader? Travel the world? Drive a Lamborghini? Would any of these possessions really make me happy?

The only thing I passingly considered was hiring a hit man to knock off all of the Kardashians. Damn, I'm sick of seeing those freaking people every time I go to the grocery store!

Surprisingly, though, what I really wanted most was just to feel normal. Just to relax and be able to talk to women without feeling like throwing up. My ultimate goal was to find a loving wife, someone who could accept me for what I am. A nice shy humble guy, a lovable loser...

My brother clearly stated that this was the wrong approach. "Fuck that shit!" he declared as he loaded six Uzis into the back of his brand spanking new 2013 Ford F-450 quad cab. We were driving back to his newly constructed bunker.

"This country could collapse any day now. So live it up, bro! Find some piece of ass and bang the hell out of it! You got the money, man; any woman will spread for dough... This is your big chance! Get all the pussy you can!"

Arrogance, huh? I guess I could try that... I tried explaining to him, "You know it's not really in my nature, but perhaps you're right..."

"That's it, bro, you can do it!"

I contacted the girl who sold me the winning ticket. She was now driving a little two door Honda that sat three inches off the ground with a giant tailpipe and living in a new condo, complete with a swimming pool in the back, courtesy of me. She quickly agreed to meet for lunch. Her hair was now blond streaked with pink but the piercings were gone...

"You changed my life. I'm taking classes at the community college now. I know my baby will always have money for college thanks to the trust fund you set up. I dumped my loser boyfriend. Is there ANYTHING I can do for you?" She asked me, licking her lips.

My stomach churned. It made me nervous just to sit across from her. I just couldn't have sex with her... I just couldn't... No way... But I had to do SOMETHING; I promised my brother I would try...

"Hmmmm...you know...I would... would really appreciate it if you...you....would get my name tattooed on your breasts, perhaps in an arc...above your....nipples..."

"What?"

"That way your baby will learn who's taking care of it...while...it's nursing..."

"Well, that's pretty fucking sick; you're a sick old bastard! Hell, and I was even gonna swallow for you!" She declared as she stormed out of the restaurant.

Perhaps my brother was wrong. Arrogance simply won't work for me. Maybe it was my sad fate in life to be alone. Finding a loving wife, I feared, was going to be a very long term project for me...

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A week later, I sat at my computer one night reading the seemingly endless rash of Indian cuckold stories in the Loving Wives section and suddenly a crazy idea popped into my head. Hell, the comments to these stories were infinitely more interesting than the stories themselves. Why weren't these people given their just due? Why weren't these people given any awards? The commentators, as writers, were equally if not more thoughtful, and usually twice as entertaining as the stories.

Literotica has monthly contests for writers and it has green editor's choice symbols, but what about some recognition for the commentators. Suddenly it all became crystal clear. I was flush with cash. Eureka! (wait, I used this word in the last story) Make that...Shazam! I would sponsor the first Literotica Loving Wives commentator awards banquet!

I could gather up all the top commentators, hand out some awards and prizes, and show my appreciation for how much I've enjoyed their entertainment over the years. And besides, I did have a bit of morbid curiosity over what these folks were really like...seriously, haven't you ever wondered?

I shot off an e-mail to Laurel; to get the ball rolling asking her how such a Literotica sponsored event could take place. Needless to say, I was met with some grave skepticism. Seems there were some serious privacy issues to work out. A cashier's check in the amount of $ 100,000 dollars allowed her to believe that I was being genuine. Suddenly, all invitations and arrangements would come through the Literotica website. In this country today, it's truly amazing how real cash can influence things...

For me, money was no object. I decided that New York City would be the most central location and rented a banquet room at the Waldorf Astoria and reserved thirty guest rooms for a weekend including the penthouse suite for me. To sweeten the pot, I would provide free first class air fare for all invited commentators and their significant others, all taxies and shuttles, the rooms, all meals, spa services, and an unlimited bar. Who in their right mind would pass up a free weekend in the Big Apple with all the booze you could drink? I felt confident most would attend.

Laurel and I put together a list of the top twenty commentators of the last year, plus a few Hall of Famers like HarryinVA. All in all, we kept the number to twenty five, because do you know how expensive this was? High six figures... The only person we could not invite was Mr. Anonymous because we could not locate his whereabouts. Well, fuck him anyway...

As the big weekend neared, I was excited with anticipation! Who really were these people? Were they freaks? Were they just like me? Would they enjoy themselves? Would they get along? At the last minute, I contacted the folks at the Waldorf Astoria to arrange for some off duty New York City police officers to act as security. No sense taking a chance...

Finally the big weekend arrived. I rented a huge stretch limo and picked up HDK and his wife, and BetrayedByLove and Barbara on the way up to NYC. Needless to say, I was humbled in the presence of my literary hero, and I kept having to pinch myself...

I asked Betrayed in the limo, what the heck is the deal with the troll who writes, "Smoked a fat cock, betrayed!" after every one of his comments? He shrugged his shoulders, "Hell, if I know, perhaps we'll find out together this weekend..." Ah...the politics and etiquette of commentators and trolls...so much to consider and learn... 

Tazz flew in from Las Vegas, Huedogg from Tokyo, Duna from Budapest, Lickideesplit and Flordiaryan from down south, Pistolpackingpete from Boston, Lauren drove up from Jersey, Sid and Derro (who quite unknowingly was instrumental in helping me decide to start writing) from California, Witless and Chytown from the Windy City. Because a lot of the arrangements were made through Laurel, I had no idea where many of the others were coming from... Hell, I just wrote the checks... 

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I cleared my throat and tapped my spoon on my water glass at 7 o'clock on Friday evening...

"Welcome my friends, my name is Strapper, and I'd like to thank you all for coming to New York City to celebrate the joy and escapism that is erotic fiction writing, in this, the first ever Literotica Loving Wives banquet. You are being recognized as the most prolific of the commentators... so enjoy yourselves! Eat, drink and be merry! And remember, the reason we are here is to mingle, socialize and have fun!"

And with those comments, I excused myself and went and sat at the bar. Robert, the bartender, was under instructions to make sure my margaritas had plenty of salt on the rim. As I surveyed the group, I was truly amazed at how ordinary everyone was. There were really no freaks. If I didn't know any better, that every one of us was in some way a closet pervert, I have guessed that we wouldn't have been noticeably different than your average Sunday afternoon church picnic group.

The biggest surprise to me was HarryinVA. Based on his endless acidic comments, I would have thought he was the biggest asshole ever. Turns out I was totally wrong. Just a really nice quiet salt of the earth kind of guy...but a maniac behind the keyboard... 

The night wore on and the alcohol liberally flowed. I talked to the various commentators and enjoyed meeting all of them. But they were drawn like a moth to a flame to the various discussions at the tables; the separation of love and sex, swinging and sharing versus absolute fidelity, and the other usual topics that make the Loving Wives category such a fun place to be...

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When I saw her walking up to me, my heart about stopped. Tall, willowy, with frosted blond hair, she was like some Nordic goddess. She moved with a grace that suggested royalty. I stared at her in the mirror behind the bar. Mesmerized, I simply couldn't take my eyes off of her. And then she turned and faced me. Dear Lord, I wanted to run! I fixed my gaze into the lime green of my margarita glass...

"Hi! My name is Brooke Jones..." she started. "Thank you, Strapper, for this wonderful weekend..."

"Jerry...Jerry is my real name," as I tried to look up at her, "You're very welcome; I hope you and your husband enjoy yourselves...and your husband is?"

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm Mrs. Pistolpackingpete," she smiled.

"With a woman as beautiful as you, I figured he must be packing more than a pistol. I'm thinking maybe a bazooka or a long rifle."

Jesus! What just happened? Did I really just say that to a woman? How many drinks had I? Robert must have been putting the top shelf tequila in my margaritas...

"You're too funny," she laughed, "No, he does more than OK in the bedroom, but he's not going to be starring in any adult movies anytime soon."

"Well, I think he's a really lucky man..."

"Thank you. The real lucky person here tonight is your wife. I REALLY enjoyed your last story. She must be very happy with you... Is Karen here? I'd love to meet her..."

"Sadly, no...............There is no Karen..."

"What?"

"I'm not married..."

"What do you mean? I read all about your relationship, your marriage..."

"It was all just a story, Brooke. A fictional story..."

"Noooooooooo! But it all seemed so......real!"

"Well, I put a lot of time and effort into the story. Honestly, it's even worse than that..."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never even had a girlfriend..."

"Noooooooo!"

"This is very embarrassing, but actually, I've never ever been with a woman..."

"Noooooooooooo!"

"It's the truth. I'm probably the world's only forty nine year old virgin..."

She stood there for a moment just staring at me, a confused look on her face, "But I don't understand...I mean.....you're a good looking guy...kind of handsome, actually..."

"Really? Thanks...."

"...And you're in shape...and you've got these big broad shoulders...I mean... you're a big strappin' guy if you'll pardon the expression..."

"Wow! Thanks..." I smiled.

"....And you've got dimples..."

"Yes, I have those, too..." I replied, blushing.

"I'm sorry, Jerry. I just don't get it..." She leaned into me and whispered into my ear. "Do you have a tiny penis? Is that why......"

"About 7 inches with slight curve..." I turned to Robert the bartender. "Do you use fresh bananas for your daiquiris?"

"Yes, I get a new bunch at the beginning of every shift," he replied.

"Can I see them?"

"Certainly."

I pulled off one of the larger pieces of fruit. "Brooke, it's kind of like this only a little thicker. From everything I've read, I'm pretty normal..."

"Oh my!" she swallowed hard.

At one of the tables the arguments were getting loud, and I distinctly heard the phrase "you willing cucks" being used.

"Maybe you better go calm down your husband, Brooke..."

"Ah... Let Pete have his fun...normally I have to listen to him shout at the computer screen in the evenings...at least this way he can live out his alter ego...but I must say, the open bar is probably not the best for him...."

Further shouting erupted. Again the term "cuckold" rose above all other words...

"It certainly is a charged topic..." I stated.

"No doubt." Brooke replied.

We kind of stared into our drinks, glancing at each other quickly...

"So how's your marriage, Brooke?"

"It's good...Pete's a great guy. Great father, a good provider... But.....you know....."

"No, I'm sorry, actually I don't...."

"Of course, I'm sorry, Jerry that was inconsiderate of me... It's just when you've been married a long time; sometimes the relationship loses a little spark. You fall into a routine. This weekend is actually very important for us... We kind of need to reconnect..."

"Well, hopefully, this weekend is just the jolt your marriage needs... New York is a very romantic city. Here's to you and Pete..." as I raised my glass in a toast.

"Thank you, you're really a sweet guy..."

After smiling at each other in the mirror for another minute, she reached and touched my forearm...

"Jerry, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How come you've never...been with a woman...I mean...it seems so ridiculous that someone wouldn't have snapped you up by now...I mean... you seem to have a lot going for you..."

"I guess I have low self esteem... I'm really shy. Beautiful woman make me nervous. Look at my hands; they're shaking just sitting beside you..."

"My goodness, they are.........Do you really...... think I'm beautiful?"

"Stunning!"

We stared silently into our drinks for another minute.

"Well, I want to try to help you, Jerry. You deserve to have love in your life, and perhaps I know a way that perhaps will allow you to get over your shyness..."

"God, Brooke... I'd be willing to try anything..."

"Ok... Now you obviously can write...so talk to me like you're writing words on the page. Think of me as a story, what would you say?"

"It's not that easy..."

"Please try..."

"Ok, just off the top of my head..... I would say that your golden hair dances off your shoulders likes fields of wheat in a gentle fall breeze."

"Oh...."

"See, Brooke, this isn't working. I'm speaking in clichés. I'm not doing justice to you..."

"No..no...no... You're doing just fine, trust me. Please continue..." 

"Ok..... I would say that your pale blue eyes remind me of the color of the sky on the day the universe was created."

"Yes..."

"I would say....Oh Hell..." I gently took her hand and placed her palm on my chest...

"Oh my God! I can literally feel your heart jumping in your chest..."

"Yes, it is Brooke..."

Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking broke our connection. Across the banquet room fists were flying, chairs were being swung; grown men were rolling on the floor. At least three different people claimed they were going to kill someone. New York City's finest arrived and started putting people in handcuffs.




Strapper Takes New York



I walked over and talked to the officer in charge.

"Sir, I would be more than pleased to make a SIZEABLE donation to the Policeman's favorite charity if you would please cut these men a break."

"Sorry, I'd like to help you, but destruction of property, public drunkenness, assault, making terroristic threats. They have to go to the drunk tank. This is, after all, the Waldorf Astoria for Pete's sake...

"What about my husband, Officer? Brooke asked, looking concerned.

"He will be available for pick up at the Midtown North precinct sometime after 10am tomorrow morning, lady" the office stated. "And bring your checkbook..."

"Are you sure there is nothing I can do, officer?" I asked.

"Well, if I were you I would buy the lady a drink, but that's up to you, Mister."

I turned and looked Brooke directly into her pale blue eyes...

"What do you say... would you have a drink with me?"

"Jerry, I would love to have a drink with you..."

We went and sat down at a table. I ordered another margarita; Brooke ordered a banana daiquiri....

"I guess I'll have to spend my first night in New York City alone," Brooke lamented.

"I'm really sorry; I guess the open bar wasn't such a great idea..."

"It's not your fault my guy decided to get drunk and stupid, damn him."

"But I feel really bad for you, Brooke, all alone in the big city..."

"Yeah... Such a shame, me sleeping all alone..."

Brooke reached out and grabbed my shaking hand...

"Jerry, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Anything..."

"When you were visualizing Karen for your story, how would I compare to her?"

"Well, you're definitely taller, blonder, and certainly more beautiful. Karen was the girl next door, you Brooke, on the other hand are a classic beauty..."

"And could you picture yourself doing all those things to me that you did for Karen?"

"Brooke, I've never been with a woman, but if I had the chance, I would do all those things and more just to be with a woman like you..."

Her eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Really!"

"You know, Jerry, I think I'm ready to head up to my room for the night. Would you be willing to escort me so that I arrive safe and sound. I'm just a little scared, being in the big city for the first time..."

"I would be honored to be your protector, Brooke."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the banquet room towards the elevators...

"What floor are you staying on, Jerry?"

"I'm in the penthouse suite, Brooke, what about you?"

The elevators doors opened and she led me inside. Brooke reached over and hit a button. I can assure you from her selection that the elevator was not the only thing going up....

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Author's note: Stayed tuned for the continuing adventures of Strapper Takes Brooklyn, I mean, New York.... But first, I have to eat a sandwich, load up my Glock, and check my life insurance policies before I finish the damn story.....

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Author's note #2: Any score of less than 5 stars will automatically disqualify you from possibly being invited to next year's banquet. We are tentatively planning on a week in Hawaii, and as an additional perk, nubile female companionship will be provided at the request of each invitee. Happy voting! 



Strapping It On



Even while feeling the pressure of the rounded head slowly opening my asshole, I was having trouble believing I was in this position: flat on my back with my knees folded against my chest and a girl kneeling between my spread thighs, sticking the dildo strapped to her crotch up my butt.

In fact, I was surprised to even be in bed with a girl.

Two weeks before, I'd been relaxing at my "summer home" near Lander, Wyoming. It was actually late October, but I enjoy cold and blizzards, as long as I know I can go somewhere warm whenever the climate becomes overwhelming. 

Six inches of snow had fallen the previous night. I'd spent the morning driving around the ranch in a flat bed truck with my cousin, dropping bales of hay in sheltered areas for his cattle. When I got back to the house, I lit a fire, changed into dry clothes, made a cup of tea, and settled back to check my email. 

One of the messages was from an old friend who'd gone to Hollywood to do computer graphics. He was in a panic because the distributors had moved the release date for the movie he was working on up by two weeks. He'd already added several more computers to his rendering network, but he needed help speeding up his ray-tracing algorithms.

Who can resist an old buddy in trouble, especially when he's waving large wads of cash? It was still snowing, but I took my 4-wheel drive to Casper that night and flew to El Lay the next morning. 

I spent the next twelve days in front of a Silicon Graphics workstation, living on take-out food and occasionally napping on the couch in a vacant office. When everything was finally working, I went back to the Hyatt, ate a big meal (breakfast, I think), and crashed for the next 36 hours. 

When I woke up, I was extremely hungry and slightly horny. After room service had taken care of the hunger, I realized that I was now incredibly horny. I hadn't even thought about sex while I was working. Now my balls felt like they were going to explode. It was high noon, not an ideal time to hit the pickup bars, so I decided to try some of the LA pickup websites my old buddy Lord_Flash_Hot had given me.

His favorite was "Lambda_Link," so I decided to try that first. I plugged my notebook into the Hyatt broadband connection and typed the URL into the browser.

I logged on and scanned the menu. The "Tearoom (Cruising)" area looked promising, so I selected it and set the controls to scan the message base backwards from the most recent. The "Subject" field of the first posting that displayed on my screen read "Fuck Your Butt NOW!"

The text read "I don't want games or clever conversation. I don't care about tomorrow or even tonight. I want your asshole and I want it RIGHT NOW! I want to fuck your butt until your cum sprays all over our hot, struggling bodies. Then I want you to fuck me just as hard and fast until you shoot a big hot load up my ass. Cock and asshole. Sweat and cum. No quarter. That's what I want. Are you man enough to give it to me? -- Dick Cyber."

The date stamp showed the message had been posted five minutes before I logged on. I was so excited that my fingers fumbled on the keyboard as I entered a reply.

"I haven't had sex for two weeks and I'm so horny my cock is lifting the table under the PC and my nuts are ready to explode. Come have your way with me. I'm ready for you. Just hurry. I can't stand this much longer. -- Automatic Jack."

A few seconds after I clicked "Send," an instant message flashed on my screen.

"Dick Cyber: You're in luck. I'm on-line right now. How do we get together?"

It didn't take long to make the arrangements. Dick would come to my room in about an hour. I logged off and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. That left plenty of time to sit in front of my PC, attempting to concentrate on catching up on my email, but mostly anticipating Dick's arrival. Finally, there was a knock on the door.

For an instant I thought I'd made a date with a Vulcan. His ears were round and his eyebrows were in the normal location, but his straight black hair was arranged in a precise beatle-cut and he was gazing at me with a gravely curious expression worthy of the great Spock himself. Although he was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts, it was easy to see that he was slender and well-muscled. He was several inches shorter than me. A large bag was slung on a strap over his shoulder.

I stood in the door staring at him for a few seconds. Something about him appeared almost alien. I decided it was his face. His features were almost feminine. 

"Almost" hell! There were full breasts under that baggy shirt and wide hips filled the shorts. 

She looked up into my eyes and smiled. "I'm Dick Cyber," she said. "Can I come in?"

I stepped aside and she walked into the room, dropping the bag beside the door. I closed the door and we stood looking at each other. Her gaze ran from my face to my feet and back, lingering slightly below my waist.

"Who named you Dick?" I asked to break the ice.

"It's really Nikki, but it excites me when boys call me 'Dick'."

This was light years away from the diversion I'd anticipated. My brain was still fumbling with concepts but my cock (obviously the more intelligent organ) was already stiffening. "What do you like girls to call you?"

She licked her lips slowly. It seemed to be getting hotter in the room. "Nick or Nikki. Girls are a lot of fun, but I usually like boys better," she replied. "How about you?"

"Same."

"I hope you're not disappointed." She looked back down at the swelling in my pants. "It doesn't look like you are."

Nikki stepped forward into my arms, plastered herself against my body and turned her face up to kiss me. Her mouth was already opening as our lips touched. An instant later, her tongue was darting against mine. I let my hands slide down to rub her muscular buttocks and pull her crotch even tighter against the hardness tangled in my shorts. Her tits were flattened against my chest and I could feel her heart beating. 

Years before, my first sexual experience with a girl had ended abruptly with a sticky mess in my underwear. It was on the brink of happening again when Nikki pulled away. We were both breathing hard. "Strip for me," she commanded.

There wasn't much to work with, but I tried to make undressing an impressive production. I pulled my T-shirt off slowly and paused to let her admire my chest and arms. I work out several times a week, so I'm really well developed, for a hacker. Then I unfastened my pony tail and shook my head so my hair fell down over my shoulders. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled the zipper down. They fell around my ankles after catching on my cock for a second. I stepped out of them and kicked them away. That was it. I was now standing in front of Nikki, very naked and very erect.

She was smiling at me. "Cute," she commented as she unbuttoned her shirt. Nikki wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need one. Her breasts were large, but firm enough to stand up without assistance. 

Nikki kicked off her shoes and I removed her shirt and shorts, leaving her clad only in frilly translucent panties. She caught my hands and moved them to cup her breasts. 

She held my hands in place on her breasts as I slowly worked my way down her body, kissing her face, ears and neck. I spread my fingers, exposing Nikki's nipples, and sucked them until they grew hard and swollen. The journey continued with me kissing her belly and the inside of her thighs. Her crotch was at eye level and I started licking her through the filmy fabric. Soon she was moaning and pressing her groin into my face. 

Suddenly, she pulled away and tore off the panties. "I'm ready," she gasped.

Nikki walked to the window and pulled the curtains back, flooding the room with brilliant afternoon sunlight. Then she picked up her bag and carried it to the bed. She pulled out a tube of lubricant and set it on the nightstand. Then she removed an elaborate harness from the bag and dropped it on the bed. She turned her back and I admired her muscular butt while she was strapping the equipment on. After a few seconds, she turned around.

When I'd seen porn flicks featuring girls wearing dildos, I hadn't been very impressed. The toys were too big and artificial and the whole business seemed sort of silly. Nikki's big stiff pecker and matching balls looked as if they were part of her body. The belt circling her waist and the straps around her thighs appeared to be an elaborate cock harness.

One time, a trick showed me some "she-male" videos, featuring guys who'd taken the treatments to enlarge their tits but held on to their boy toys. It really turned him on but I just thought it was weird. Nikki looked like that, but it was right on her.

We stood at arm's length, staring at each other for hours, subjective time. I was having trouble breathing and my body seemed to be shaking from the throbbing of my dick. Nikki's face was flushed and her nipples were hard and swollen.

"Are you ready?" she asked, breaking the spell.

"Just a minute," I replied. "I need to think about this."

"Your message sounded real eager."

"Yeah, but I have to decide if I want you to give it to me from behind for deeper penetration or from the front so I can watch you."

"On your back. I want to see your face when I stick it in." She took my dick in her hand and guided me to the bed. "Just lie back and enjoy it," she commanded.

So I did. I got into bed and lay on my back with my knees folded against my chest. Nikki positioned herself between my spread thighs. She spread lubricant on her finger and pushed it into my butt. It slid in easily. She squirted more lube into the palm of her hand and greased her dildo. A moment later, she was pressing the rounded head against my asshole, slowly forcing it open. 

I was floating away on the sensation. "Oh Nick . . ., er Dick," I moaned. "Stick your big cock up my asshole." 

The long slow slide continued until I felt Nikki's balls pressing against my ass. She paused for a second, then started withdrawing, equally slowly. 

After a few strokes, my anal muscles had relaxed and Nikki was fucking me hard and fast. 

"Pound me with your cock, Dick," I gasped. "You feel so good inside me." She grabbed my ankles and pushed them up and away from my body, lifting my butt higher into the air. She fucked me in wheelbarrow position, withdrawing until the dildo's head was barely kissing my asshole, then slamming her entire length home. 

I put my hands up to fondle her nipples and was almost startled by the fleshy fullness of her breasts. She wielded her tool with such skill and authority that it was becoming hard to remember that she wasn't a man.

Nikki began gasping. It started softly but she was soon accompanying every thrust up my ass with a full orgasmic scream. I was getting close, too. "Dick! I'm coming," I cried.

Neither of us had touched my cock. It wasn't necessary. Suddenly, a giant load of cum burst forth, spraying over my belly and chest, forming a big pool between my nipples. 

"That was great," I gasped. "You did everything but squirt hot juice up my butt."

Nikki was panting, too. "I can't shoot semen, but I had at least a half-dozen orgasms while I was inside you. The dildo was massaging my clitoris while I was fucking you, but just seeing it slide in and out of your asshole was setting me off. And when I saw all that white stuff spurting, I had such a big orgasm I'd swear it was my own cum spraying all over you.

Nikki stayed inside my asshole for a while, admiring the sticky puddles covering my upper body. Finally, she pulled out, unfastened the harness and dropped it on the floor. Then she lowered herself onto me, rubbing her breasts against my torso as she slid up to kiss my mouth.

After a long tongue dance, Nikki moved so her breasts were hanging over my face. The tan globes of flesh and dark brown nipples were covered with shiny streaks. As soon as I started licking and sucking Nikki's tits, the taste and sticky texture told me that her chest and belly were liberally coated with my own cum. 

"You don't ever get soft, do you?" Nikki asked, noticing my cock's response to this new stimulus.

I removed a nipple from my mouth long enough to answer "Not while you're here doing this."

"Are you ready to put it in me?"

"Sure. How do you want it?"

"On the balcony." Nikki jumped off the bed, grabbed the tube of lubricant and ran for the sliding door. I froze in surprise for a couple of seconds before getting up to follow her. The balcony was about four feet wide and ran the length of my room. The walls separating it from the adjoining balconies ran from floor to ceiling, so it was quite private. The rail was a thick steel bar, supported by thin vertical rods. I glanced over the side. A few tiny people were lounging around the swimming pool, fifteen stories below. The city was spread out before us, with the ocean gleaming in the distance. 

I don't like heights and my manhood softened under the visual onslaught. Nikki pushed me back against the glass and plastered herself against me. She kissed me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pressure where various body parts were meeting. I was stiffening again when she squatted down and pressed her breasts together, trapping my cock between them. I opened my eyes and watched her manipulating my tool. She sank to her knees and took me in her mouth.

Most girls aren't very good cocksuckers. They don't understand what it's like to have a penis and don't know how to stimulate it properly. Once again, Nikki was the exception. She quickly restored me to a hardness that even the view couldn't disturb. 

After greasing me, Nikki turned around and bent over. Her hands were gripping the rail, her breasts were hanging in space and her butt was up in the air with her cheeks spread to reveal an obvious target. I put my cock head against her little ass-bud and pushed. She was really tight, so I entered her gently.

As soon as I reached bottom, Nikki began rocking her hips back and forth, encouraging me to thrust into her more vigorously. She relaxed her anal muscles just enough to give me freedom of movement while gripping my pole tightly enough to keep me in a state of excitement constantly building toward another orgasm.

We were both slick with sweat. Nikki's body appeared to be glowing in the bright afternoon sun. I was getting dizzy from the view, the heat, and the tension building in my groin. Now, I was driving like a piston and Nikki was screaming with every thrust. The excitement of watching my shining tool ramming those beautiful buttocks was rapidly building to the point of explosion. 

A helicopter flew into view, gliding lazily between the buildings like a giant dragonfly. It was so close I could see the pilot's jaw drop open in astonishment when he realized what we were doing on the balcony. I grinned and waved at him while Nikki blew him a kiss.

The chopper settled into a hover directly in front of the balcony and rotated to face us. That did it. I've always been a show-off and our flying voyeur pushed me over the edge. Nikki screamed in ecstasy as I pumped wave upon wave of cum into her asshole before collapsing onto her back. We hung there limply, supported by the railing. 

"Lift me up," Nikki commanded. I stepped back, gripped Nikki by the waist, and lifted her so her feet were on the railing. Her shoulders were back, her breasts were thrust forward, her legs were spread and her pussy was open. Nikki cupped a breast with one hand. She ran the other hand down to her crotch and inserted a finger into her vagina. The helicopter wobbled. "He just creamed in his shorts," Nikki announced. 

I lowered Nikki to the balcony and we embraced and waved. The copter resumed its flight as we went back into the room. 

We stepped into the oversized shower and I adjusted the spray for a fine warm mist. We soaped and rinsed each other. Nikki paid special attention to cleaning my genitals. Then she had me kneel in front of her while she washed my hair. Her breasts bumped against my face while she rubbed her fingers against my scalp. The sensation was soothing, at first.

"I can't believe you're hard again already," Nikki exclaimed after she'd rinsed the suds away. She had me lie down on the floor of the shower and straddled me, quickly lowering herself onto my stiff cock. Her pussy gripped my pole almost as tightly as her asshole had done earlier.

The spray from the shower was as erotic as a warm gentle rain. Nikki moved on top of me with a slow rocking motion. Our coupling continued for what felt like hours with Nikki maintaining the same slow steady tempo while the tension in my groin built almost imperceptibly. I hovered on the brink of orgasm for long minutes before ejaculating. Nikki collapsed on top of me.

After a few minutes, we'd recovered sufficiently to turn off the shower and dry ourselves. Nikki staggered to the bed. I closed the curtains and turned off the lights before joining her. She snuggled up against me and rested her head on my chest.

"Come back to Wyoming with me," I said softly. "You'll really like fucking on the plains with the mountains filling the whole sky in front of us."

"Mmmmm. . ." was her only answer. She was already asleep.

It was almost midnight when I woke up. There was just enough light in the room to show Nikki's sleeping face, inches away from mine on the pillow. I kissed her sleeping lips.

She grunted and came but partway out of sleep, far enough to begin a slow and determined worming and squirming, trying to work her undermost leg under me, under my waist. When I saw what she was trying to do, I made it easier for her. She slid her leg under me. Her eyes opened as I rolled on top of her.

Let's do it regular boy-girl style this time," Nikki whispered as she squirmed under me, positioning her vulva against my cock-head.

"Sure. It's always fun to be different," I said as began sliding my penis into her. "Who's going to be the boy?"

Nikki laughed. She continued laughing until her laughter morphed into orgasmic screams as she felt my cum squirting into her pussy.

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Copyright (c) 2003 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. 



Strapping Stress Relief!



Amy is such a brat. 

Pure and simple. 

No actually, I take that back to an extent. (Sorry Sir). Why, you ask? Well, because, as was pounded into my poor, sore bottom with CB (Cracker Barrel Paddle), I am responsible for me. Never mind that she deliberately tells fibs and gets people in trouble. Never mind that she kept IM'ing me when she knew I had a paper due. Never mind that she kept posting to taunt me and then informing me of it in IM, knowing that I can't resist. 

But back to that in a moment. 

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"I think," I told him on the phone when we had started to talk about arranging a meeting for the following week. "that I may actually want to try the...ummm....a strap. You said you had one, right? For horses?" 

"Oh yes!" he said. 

I laughed nervously, hoping I'd not regret what I'd just started. Leather straps frighten me, they are actually my most feared implement, yet I also had some kind of morbid fascination with them. It sent my pulse racing to think about having one used on me. I love to read harsh, detailed strap stories and I get all bothered when I do. But I am also a big chicken. The reality scared me, as in fantasy form it is safe cuz ......well, it's not me. 

My last encounter with the leather strap was at 17 and it left quite an impression in my head. To be honest, it was not an overly harsh spanking although it was done in the heat of the moment, an argument with my father, but I remember it all the same. It was a highly charged time and I guess that's why I remember it more vividly and detailed than any other spanking I ever received growing up. He had only given me three (very hard) strokes but I remember that it was most excruciating. 

Anyway, so he started to joke with me, talking about some things we could maybe try. 

"Well, I only said maybe," I told him, trying to make sure that I had some kind of way out if I should need it. And I know myself. When the time arrived I would chicken out big time. 

"There's no maybe about it," he said. "It's my prerogative to decide." 

I stayed silent. 

"Right?" 

Ha! Now he was asking for validation! I mumbled something in response and then duty called so I had to hang up. 

Well, at least the play date wasn't carved in stone anyway. 

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"I have the perfect thing!" he announced a couple of days before our scheduled meeting date. 

"Nooooow, I didn't say I wanted to try the strap! It was just an inquiry!" 

"We've already been through this," he said. 

Later on, on yim, I complained to Amy about it. 

"Good," she typed in. "You deserve it. I think I'll send him an e mail telling him how you've been on the computer instead of doing your schoolwork." 

Grrrrrrrrrrr! 

In the meantime, she sent me a file of her 'Experiment' story with different straps. Girths, safety belts, tawses...you know, straps. 

"Send it to him to read," she ordered. 

Damn her and her Mistress mode. I told her to kiss my ass and did she think I had a death wish? 

Needless to say, he ended up getting it in his e mail and found it most interesting. He went on to describe that the girth in her pictures resembled one that he had as well and should he bring that? 

NO! 

Oh yes, he had said. He thought that might be a good strap to use.. I had butterflies galore and honestly was more nervous than I was on our very first meeting. More nervous than my very first real punishment with him. 

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The Day arrived. Okay, so I had that deep anticipation feeling that is actually very pleasant. You know, where your belly feels hollow and is doing flips all day, just wondering what actually is in store? 

I found that the strap he had laid out to bring with him was accidentally left at home. My heart jumped in relief but at the same time sunk in disappointment. No worry though, he had said. Since he was running early on time he informed me that he would make a little side trip to find one. 

"I'll bet you won't find one comparable," I told him very smugly. 

"I'll bet I will," he retorted. 

"Nope, don't think so!" 

"You care to wager on that?" he asked. 

Actually, no I didn't. I am not stupid you know! 

Half an hour later he called back to gloat. 

"I just wanted to let you know," he told me, sounding quite satisfied with himself. "that I found two very nice straps. They are perfect, really and let me tell you..." 

"Where did you get them??" I demanded. 

He laughed at me. "That's for me to know and for you to maybe know. If you're good that is." 

"I am always good." I said. 

"That's not what Amy thinks." 

My blood boiled. "Yeah, well she lies!" I was starting to get annoyed. He was really gonna spank me cuz of her! She would be the focal point of my revenge, as I would be meeting her soon in person. 

"Now, let me tell you sarah," he continued on regarding his find. "These are some very well made straps. If you were to find them on the `Net you would pay at least five times more than I did. These are the kind that you may have found back in that day and I am sure they blistered many a bottom." 

I was appalled. "You don't wanna blister me!" 

Again he laughed. "No. Correction my dear. You don't want me to blister you." 

Again I was nervously silent. What had I gotten myself into? 

"You there?" he asked, sounding amused. "You've gone awful quiet." 

Dammit! "Yes." Time for a subject change, I think. "Sooooo...how was your trip? Did you stop in the town square?" 

"No," he said. "But I was thinking...if you're not wanting to go out to get dinner, pizza is just fine with me." 

"Okay, that's fine with me too," I said. After going through what toppings were banned, we hung up. I was more nervous now than ever and started biting my nails, a habit I have had since childhood. I put my yim AWAY status as, VERY nervous and biting my fingernails. 

Immediately an IM popped up from Jay. Better stop biting them or you won't have anything left to pull out his leg hairs. 

The phone had just rung and it was him, telling me how close he was to the house. I filled him in on Jay's little comment. 

"Really? Well, tell her it's not too far fetched for me to show up in NZ since I travel a lot and well...." 

I relayed this message to Jay and she backpedaled as fast as she could. 

I told him I had ordered an all meat pizza and was that ok? (This seems irrelevant, but trust me, the pizza conversation needs to be recorded). He said yes, the meats were ok and that he planned to pay for it. 

"No," I told him. "I will pay for it. It will probably arrive before you do." 

"I will pay for it. Do you need to be convinced?" 

Hmph! "You mean with the damn straps you're bringing? I'm getting those anyway, right?" 

"sarah," I could hear it in his voice the closer he got. Top mode. 

The back doorbell rang and at the same time so did the front doorbell. The front door was the pizza guy so I paid him and put the pizza box on top of the stove. I let those standing at my back door inside, my two brothers and a sister. My brother went straight to the pizza box. "Ooooooo....." he said. 

"Leave it alone!" I told him. 

"You ain't gonna eat this all by yourself," he replied, thieving a slice. 

That was true but they had no idea that I had someone on their way, with two straps and a digital camera in tow, mind you. Well, my sister knew and she knew the importance of trying to usher them out the door. 

"I wanna see your butt later," she whispered as I told them all to get out cuz I had to study. 

A few minutes later, he was at my front door, a 24 pak of water in his arms. I had simply requested one water bottle to have for dinner. 

We sat at the table and ate pizza, talking about some mundane types of things. He then made mention that he had a bone to pick with me and it was regarding the pizza. "I told you not to order it until I got here." 

No he didn't. 

"And that I was going to pay for it." 

"And I said you weren't." 

"Okay well then, pull up the site," he told me, signaling that our meal was finished. 

"Why?" I asked innocently 

"I wanna see what you've been doing instead of schoolwork." 

"I have A's in my classes!" 

"Yes, I know you do and I am very proud of that. Now pull up the site so I can see what you've been doing." 

"Nothing, really. Just...well...you know..." 

"Pull it up." 

I logged on and went to the site. 

"Pull up the thread." 

"Which one?" I asked. He had to be more specific than that! 

"The one Amy has a complaint against you." 

"Which one?" I asked again. 

He stood there and looked at me. "The one where you're not behaving." 

Again, "Which one?" 

He didn't know what to say so I pulled up the least offensive. One that Amy was not actually on. This thread did not give away two whole days of political posts when I should have been working on my paper. It was the thread on figging which indicated that, like a good girl, I would be writing a nice paper for school and on what subject. 

"Mmmm hmmmm," he mumbled. "I think Michelangelo has a good point. If you write a paper on that, a spanking in front of your class might be warranted..." 

I clicked off the thread. He didn't need ideas. 

"Show me another." He ordered. 

"But you don't understand, Amy lies...." 

"That's for me to decide. Show me another." 

"But..." 

"Pull it up. I will be right back." 

He exited the room and grudgingly I searched for a thread where Amy was being a real pain. I had a hard time deciding which ones to use, as she was being a pain in them all. I pulled up the role play board "Amy's Bad List" so he could see just how bad she really was. 

"Come here," he called from the other room. Slowly I trudged in there. 

"Look at this," he pulled a long leather belt from his bag. I remained silent as he put it into his belt loops. "You know how everyone talks about the sound of the belt wooshing through the loops and it has an effect because they knew they were about to get it?" He pulled it out and I acted undeterred. 

"Yeah, well it's the unbuckling that gets to me cuz I know it's just about to come off and be doubled over." 

He lay that on the couch and pulled out the god-awful looking thick wide black leather strap. 

"Come feel this," he told me, holding it out. I didn't move. "Come on touch it." He held it in front of me. Reluctantly I touched it. 

"Oh wow. That is thick." I was starting to rethink what I'd asked for. I didn't want that thing anywhere near my ass. 

"And," he stood directly in front of me. "I told you that I would buy the pizza..." 

"No you didn't," I interrupted. 

"Yes, I did. I told you that I would either take you out to dinner or, if we ordered pizza, that I'd pay for that. You ordered it and paid for it anyway after I'd told you not to." 

"Noooo..." my mind raced back. "You said all that after I'd ordered it! You weren't here..." 

He gave me a look. I sighed. He still had that blasted strap in his hand. 

As he started to rearrange the furniture to make sure that the lighting would be just right for the pictures, I took my schoolgirl uniform into the bathroom to change. As I emerged from the bathroom, decked out as a Catholic schoolgirl, he had the audacity to take a comb (in true fatherly form) and try to comb the curls outta my pigtails! 

"Stop! Whaddya doing?" 

"Oh! You want the curls in?" 

"Yes!" I had to laugh. He stood back and surveyed me. Like most real life school girls I had my shirt tail out. 

"Tuck your shirt in." He told me. Yes, HeadMaster. I remember those days. 

"I like it like this." 

"Tuck it in for the pictures." 

"But I'll look stupid." 

"It's supposed to be tucked in, now do it." 

~Sigh~ I did so as he lined the camera up 

We took lots of before pictures. We did those panties up, as the blood had not yet been rushed to my head from being upended. I knew that after I'd been spanked that I'd be more willing to have them taken with my panties down. I'd only allowed one other person to do so and I did not want the picture. I doubt he still has it as well. 

He took some pics of me sitting in a chair with my uniform on then had me bend over the back of the loveseat for some 'panties up' shots. He then pulled my panties down and picked up the belt. 

Cold? He's gonna use those things on me cold?

"Now," he started. "Is it Amy's fault that you were on the computer all day?" 

So he was seeing reason now, was he? "Yes. Yes it is, She..." 

I felt his free hand on my lower back and I braced myself. That was exactly what he did before he lit a fire into my ass with that switch. 

"Clasp your hands," he ordered. "And tell me about the rules regarding your hands during a spanking." 

"I know the rules!" 

"Tell me what they are." 

Boy he was sure putting up with a lot of mouth. "Okay, okay. They are to remain clasped." 

"And?" 

Did he want me to actually say what the consequence was if I didn't? Unless he specifically asked me that, I wasn't about to say it. "And...they are not to come apart for any reason." 

"What about your feet?" he asked. 

"They are to remain on the floor in the spot they started in." 

"Good." His hand put a bit more pressure on my back and he raised the belt. 

All in all he gave me somewhere between 12-15 strokes with it. I managed to stay in place but it hurt. I did think he'd do a warm up but he told me later that he didn't cuz he wanted me to get the full effect of it. 

When he stopped he told me to remain in place and he put the belt to the side then picked up that awful looking black strap. I was kinda fearful but in an excited kinda way. 

But when that first stroke landed, "Oooooh gawwwwd...." came out of my mouth. Up til this point I had pretty much been silent but that thick thing hurt like a MF and I am not kidding! Another stroke landed and I thought if he gives me as many with this horrid thing as he did with the other then I am bolting! I knew that I could not take very many from that heavy strap in this unwarmed state. It was thick, wide and double stitched. 

"How was that?" He asked after he'd stopped. My bottom was still throbbing. 

"It hurt." I answered. Damn it did! 

"Well, that was doubled over. Let's try it singled." 

Well, daggone it. He wrapped the end around his hand (I think) and then let it fly a few times on my already burning bottom. Wow! Not as forceful as when it is doubled over but a very wicked, cutting bite nonetheless. 

I am gonna be brave if it kills me but, damn that thing hurts!

He stopped. "What about that?" 

"I noticed a big difference," I admitted. "It is more stingy in a topical way and definitely didn't feel as heavy like that." 

He had me keep position and took a few more pictures. Then he had me get up and I pulled my panties up and rubbed my bottom gently. 

"Where's CB?" He asked me. 

"Which one?" Still rubbing, something I never do. And yes, I was trying to make things difficult for him. 

"Both of them." 

"One is in that closet," I pointed to the closet by the door where I had put CB (or so I thought) after my last punishment spanking. "And the other is in my underwear drawer upstairs in my room." 

"Okay go get them. You have two minutes." 

I stood there, dumbfounded. "Both?" And a time limit! How mean is that? 

"Yes, both. One minute and forty five seconds." 

I rushed to the closet and tried to open the top of my Hope Chest. It proved to be a challenge because of the stuff stacked on top of it, but I did and stuck my arm inside, feeling for the box, the small box that one CB had been gifted in by him at Christmas. 

Empty! Oh god, what had I done with it? "It's not here!" I cried. 

"You better find it." He said matter of factly. "One minute and thirty seconds." 

I ran down the hall and up the steps to my room. I wasn't for certain what the consequences would be if I didn't produce them or if I went over the two minute limit cuz he didn't say and there wasn't time to ask and I really wasn't eager to find out either. I did know that one CB was in my dresser cuz I'd seen it there earlier. I dug around for it and found it. Before I left the room I spotted the still-unused Easter CB. It is smaller and not as thick as a regular CB and has a cute little bunny on one side. Perhaps...? I grabbed it and dashed down the stairs to present my findings to him. 

He looked at them then at me. 

"Seriously, I don't have clue where the other CB is," I told him, hoping he'd be ok with that. He didn't need more than one anyway! He out both paddles on the couch then sat down himself and patted his lap. I lay across it with my upper body on the couch cushions, big CB and little CB next to my arms. He started to spank me by hand and I gripped the edge of the cushion, mouthing off. "You know, that is actually quite a respite after those straps." 

"Is that so? Then why are you grunting?" 

Hate that word. Grunt. It's so unladylike. I wasn't doing that. But he did start to swat much harder, focusing the smacks on one spot and then moving on. It still was not so bad on the greater background pain still there from the straps. I guess I wasn't wiggling enough for him so he reached for the little bunny paddle and when he did, he noticed that I was not clasping my hands. 

"What are the rules about your hands, young lady? Why aren't they together?" 

Immediately I clasped them. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" 

He started spanking me with the bunny paddle. "And what are the rules regarding your hands during a spanking?" 

"But I wasn't reaching back!" Obviously he had forgotten that he had told me during play that the stringent rules didn't apply. But when one is upended us not the time to argue over it. 

"That's not the point." Okay, now that little bunny paddle was kinda nice. Stingy, but not such a horribly bad type of sting. But the heat was very gradually starting to build. 

"Alright," I answered. "I am supposed to have them clasped when I am being spanked." 

"And your feet?" 

"They are on the floor!" I said indignantly. 

He rapidly attacked the lower half of my cheeks. "Oooooh, owwww...." okay now that was not feeling all that nice. I needed a distraction and found the perfect one. Big CB was right next to my elbow. Could I maneuver it over underneath my body without technically unclasping my hands? Bless him he thought I was struggling, I guess, and was concentrating on paddling my rear with that little bunny paddle. 

He stopped and I lay still, a sly grin on my face that I knew he could not see. He leaned a bit, as if checking to see if CB fell on the floor while he was spanking me. 

"Where's it at? Do you have it?" 

I started giggling and he reached under my body and pulled it out. "That's funny is it?" he asked and began to pelt my defenseless ass with big CB. Oh yeah, that was quite a bit more solid. I stiffened my legs then relaxed my knees, creating a bit of a rocking motion. It was my way of trying to distribute smacks on my rear without lifting my feet but it wasn't working all that well. He still applied the paddle steadily while I struggled with keeping my feet planted on the floor. 

"Are you still going to blame Amy for being on the computer?" he asked, not missing a beat. 

"But it was her fault!" 

"Who is responsible for you?" 

Well hell, was that a rhetorical question? Because that was beside the point... 

"sarah?" 

"I am." Yes, I know the right answers to say. 

"Right. And are you going to taunt amy anymore?" 

How unfair is that? "She's taunting me! She needs to be spanked!" CB was starting to have an impact and this line of questioning was not helping matters.