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The Mirror

By: bluemoon1120



She'd felt sexy all day.

She'd woken up that way... feeling that if she didn't have an orgasm soon she may explode... and now having the house all to herself for a few hours she would make the most of it. It wasn't her ideal of course, doing it on her own but it was better than nothing . She wanted him there, making love to her but she knew that was impossible. She wondered what he was doing, whether he was thinking of her too...

She'd opted for a long bath rather than a shower and had enjoyed the luxuriant oils in the warm water flowing all around her body while she lay there... her mind gently dreaming of making love while her hands caressed herself. It was all she could do to stop herself masturbating there and then. Her fingers moving over her body, teasing herself into arousal. She wished he was here to join her in the bath and she closed her eyes and imagined him watching her as she touched herself... she knew he liked that.

It was while she dried herself that she had the wicked idea.

It was such a deliciously wicked idea that she just couldn't resist it and her pussy moistened at the very thought...

She would dress for him even though he wasn't there. She would imagine turning him on as if he was.

She walked from the bathroom to the bedroom imagining all the way... she imagined the peep-hole that he looked at her through... imagined him watching her as she moved gracefully... imagined his eyes longingly looking at her towel wrapped body... imagined the beginnings of his erection as he followed her every move.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was sexy. She felt sexy . She gazed at her own full length image. This was what he saw... as if she were seeing through his eyes and knew just how sexy she was and how turned on he'd be, watching her. That appealed to her. The power that she had over him now... his mounting desire... his ever hardening cock...

She knew what she was going to wear for him... she knew what really turned him on...

She reached into her bedroom drawer and pulled out the sheerest stockings she could find... black and sexy... she imagined him watching... 

The material was so sheer it felt warm to the touch. She held it up to her cheek and ran it softly over her skin... the towel dropped away revealing her body to him. Her heart began to race....

Feeling the stocking on her face made her understand just why it turned him on. It felt sensuous...

Erotic... so she moved from her face to her neck... then lower still... all the time watching her own movements in the mirror... now down further to her upper chest... then tracing to outline of her breasts... her nipples ached to be touched.... but that would come later.

She remembered her lover watching her... she reached into the drawer again and pulled out her garter belt and deftly put it on to herself before sliding the first stocking on. She looked at her reflection... her long leg encased in black nylon... then the second... her legs now captured by the sensuous material. She ran her hands down her thighs and knew why he liked it so much...

Her pussy ached to be touched...

Could she be so naughty?... yes she could, she was here on her own... just her and him.. watching her every move....

The feeling of wickedness increased as she put on the highest heeled shoes she could find and watched in the mirror as her already long legs grew before her eyes. What an image she was now, tall and sexy standing there in nothing but stockings and stilettos. She knew he was hard now, touching himself...wanting her... 

She crossed the room to the wardrobe now.. her hips swaying with the confidence of sexuality and pulled her slinky black dress out. It was almost too daring to wear.... buttons down the front...... buttons that she imagined him opening... 

She pulled it on and moved back to the mirror.... god, she looked stunning... she toyed with him again as she slowly did up the buttons, beginning with the lowest.... watching in the mirror as her soft flesh disappeared from view...until she reached the top ones... 

She left just enough undone to show a tantalising view of her breasts... then she undid one more. The shapely curves of her body now apparent. She ran her hands over the dress. Upwards from her hips until she cupped her breasts... she wished it were his hands. She moved them slowly, feeling her nipples hardening to her own touch... fingers tantalising her body... she slipped one hand inside the open dress and gently squeezed the hardness she found there. Oh.. that felt good... rubbing and softly squeezing... She knew she was wet now... both hands now exploring her shape... touching, teasing herself... watching herself through his eyes...

She lifted one leg onto the bed and steadied herself, noticing the glimpse of stocking as she did so and imagined him playing with his hard cock as he watched. More buttons undone now... her body reappearing in the mirror... her tummy... her pussy... her stocking clad legs...

One hand moving slowly down her skin...teasing all the way. She caressed her long black thigh, feeling the sensuousness of her stockings... inside of her thigh...and upwards... Her pussy yearned to be touched.... her fingers keen to oblige now... she teased herself more... before gently moving on to her aching sex. 

She was dripping with desire.. her breath caught as she touched it, fingers moving over her self... dipping into her own wetness. Her eyes now unable to watch the erotic picture in front of her, closed as waves of pleasure began to flow over her.

A soft breeze ran across her face.

Gentle hands touched her shoulders.

A warm kiss on her soft neck.

Her heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes and saw him standing behind her in the mirror.

Her head swam... as he slowly slipped the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

She didn't care how or why. He was here. Standing behind her, naked, his arousal all too apparent.

His hardness pushed into the crack of her ass. Hard and wet with pre-cum. Her fingers were unable to stop themselves moving, faster and faster on herself as she now became voyeur... watching her own erotic movie in the mirror. His hand moved down her chest, joining hers on her breast. Two sets of fingers now teasing her erect nipple... his kisses burning into her neck and throat.

He looked at her and their eyes met in the glass... she could see the urgency in his stare and that realisation drew her even further on. Her body felt on fire. She watched as his hand now guided hers from her breast down her skin to join her other... in the mirror now three hands dipping into her hot, wet pussy... the sight was so erotic, it nearly drove her over the edge... but still he continued... 

... still their fingers moved together... she was dripping wet.

With his other hand he felt her thigh, caressed her silky leg and she watched him do it. Now his eyes unable to tear themselves away from her image she looked as his hand moved behind her. She felt his fingers softly run down the wet crease of her ass... downward... downward... moving... touching.... brushing against her soft, sensitive anus. She gasped... for a second she wanted it to linger there. Their wetness now so great she knew he would only have to gently push his fingers and they would have simply slid in to her... but she watched in the mirror as his fingers appeared beneath her at the entrance to her pussy to join the others in their erotic dance. 

Now a new sensation... his erection moving down her ass with it's wetness... running down between her cheeks... slipping, sliding on it's way... He paused and let it slide against the wet opening of her anus as if teasing her to say 'yes'... but she was unable to speak now. Her breath was as irregular as her heartbeat as she felt her oncoming orgasm fast approaching... She looked at the wicked picture they made in the mirror... and she knew she couldn't hold back much longer...watched as she saw his fingers gently open the lips of her pussy... readying it... she saw his cock slide towards her opening... saw the hard tip of it dip into her... just a little... teasing to the end.

It was almost the last thing she had control over. Her orgasm rushed over her as she finally saw him bury his cock into her up to the hilt. Her muscles lost contrl as the waves of pleasure crashed into her.

She moaned aloud as their fingers carried on working her clit...

The spasms were so great her legs began to give, but he held her up and she opened her eyes to see his soaking cock slipping easily in and out of her pussy. As the trembling died away, he lowered them both on their sides, to the bed and they lay there, his arms still enfolding her.

All the aching had gone now and what remained was an overwhelming warmth as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

When she woke it was dark. She was alone in bed, but someone had tucked her in.

The Mirror



"Jeff!" Cindy came running downstairs, screaming his name. "When did you put up that mirror?"

"Just today," said Jeff, looking up in surprise as Cindy came rushing towards him. "You mentioned last week that you wanted a full length mirror on that wall and I saw one at Home Depot this morning. I put it up while you were out at the garden club."

She wrapped her arms around him and stood on her toes, kissing his lips. "I didn't think you even heard me." She hugged him close and rested her head on his chest, sighing contentedly.

"I always hear you, sweetheart." Jeff placed his hands gently on her back and kissed the top of her head.

They stood together like that for a few minutes until Cindy released her hold and stepped back. She wrinkled her nose. "You smell."

Jeff shrugged. "I haven't figured out how to remodel this room without sweating in the process."

"Well hurry up and finish. Since Mom and Dad have the kids this weekend, I'd like to enjoy a night out and maybe some alone time." Cindy favored him with a seductive smile.

Jeff's eyes widened and he smiled knowingly. "Let me finish the door trim and I'll be done for the day."

"Okay!" Cindy turned around and headed towards the stairs with Jeff's eyes following her. After ten years of marriage he still loved watching her walk away. That's what first caught his eye twelve years ago and although she'd put on a little weight since then her butt was as shapely as ever. And it still swayed seductively as she walked. He'd watch her ass for hours, given the chance, and she knew it. Cindy looked over her shoulder and smiled, her eyes twinkling when she caught him watching.

"Get back to work, you dirty old man."

Jeff cut the last piece of trim and began nailing it in place, taking his time even though his mind was already on a cold beer, a hot shower, and a quiet dinner with Cindy at their favorite Italian restaurant followed by a night of lovemaking without having to worry about the kids.

"Ouch! Shitdamnsonofabitchidiotkeepyourmindonwhatyouredoing." The hammer hit his thumb and all thoughts of Cindy and sex flew from his mind as he gritted his teeth and cussed himself for not paying attention. He struggled through the last few nails, careful not to strike his thumb again, and then cleaned up the area. Although not a neat freak, Jeff liked to keep his work area clean so that he wasn't tripping over things, tracking dirt through the house, and having to search for tools.

He stopped in the laundry room on his way through the house, stripping off his sweaty clothes and walking barefoot across the tile to the kitchen where he pulled a beer from the refrigerator. "To hell with the glass," he muttered to himself, opening the bottle and taking a long pull. "Nothing like an ice cold homebrew after a hard day's work." Beer in hand, he headed toward the stairs and his shower.

When he turned the corner at the top of the stairs and saw the closed bedroom door, he knew that Cindy was in there admiring her new mirror. He smiled to himself, pleased that he could make her happy with just a few minutes' work. He pushed open the door and saw Cindy standing in front of the mirror, trying on a dress he'd never seen before.

Jeff stood naked in the door, speechless, beer and shower forgotten. Cindy was standing casually, draped in a floor-length royal blue formal dress and three inch heels. The dress was slit up to mid-thigh on one side, revealing her smooth, toned leg. The fit was snug but not constricting, clinging seductively to her butt and narrowing at her waist. Open across the shoulders, the dress was cut low enough to show a hint of the cleavage created by Cindy's C-cup breasts, and Jeff couldn't help but wonder what was supporting them since there were no bra straps to be seen. He felt the increased blood flow to his groin as he pictured himself slowly peeling the dress from her body, kissing each bit of uncovered skin before lowering her to the floor and making slow passionate love.

"Jeff, does this dress make my butt look fat?"

"Uh huh. Huge. Gigantic. It's the biggest, fattest, most beautiful butt in the world."

It was an old joke between them. Early in their marriage she used to ask that about every new piece of clothing: "Does this make my butt look fat?" Being smarter than your average fool, Jeff always said "No." But she would continue, telling him how fat her ass was while he would disagree. One day he finally got fed up and said, "Okay, your butt looks fat. Now stop asking me."

Cindy looked at him, horror-stricken, her eyes filling with tears. Jeff stepped forward and took her in his arms. "Sweetheart, your butt is perfect. It doesn't look fat to me no matter what you're wearing and I can't stand you telling me that you think it's too big. I love you. And your butt. Since you won't believe me when I tell you that it doesn't look fat, from now on whenever you ask I'm going to tell you that you have the biggest, fattest, loveliest ass in the world."

Tears forgotten, she laughed at that and slapped him, and stopped worrying about the size of her butt. She'd still ask Jeff if she looked fat, but only because she liked to hear his compliments from time to time. At 35, she still worked out three times per week and looked better than a lot of women do at 25.

Cindy turned towards him and struck a pose. "Do you like the dress?"

Jeff felt himself getting more aroused as he stepped forward. "You look lovely," he said, gazing into her eyes. He reached out to cup her cheek and ran his hand down over her jaw and neck. He paused with his hand at the top of the dress, one finger exploring her deep cleavage. He leaned in to kiss her but she put her hand on his chest and pushed him away.

"You smell," she said, adding "big boy" as her eyes dropped and she reached out to grasp his half-erect penis. "No way you're getting this dress dirty. Hit the shower." She took the beer out of his hand and drank deeply.

"Pushy and a beer thief. Remind me why I married you."

"Maybe I'll remind you later," she said, giving his penis a gentle squeeze and placing the cold beer bottle against his chest.

Jeff took the beer from Cindy's hand and tipped it to his lips, taking a few large swallows while he walked around the wall that separated the bathroom from the bedroom.

Cindy stood in front of the mirror, admiring how she looked in the dress she'd bought for the company's holiday party. The party wasn't for another three months, but when she saw the dress one day at the mall she just had to try it on. It fit so well that she purchased it right then. It sure beat rushing around the week before the party, trying to find something to wear. "Guys have it easy," she thought. "They can wear the same tuxedo year after year."

"Not too bad for an old lady with three kids," said Cindy to her reflection. She ran her hands down her sides to smooth the dress and then turned sideways to view the profile, her hands coming up over her stomach and lifting her breasts. "No, not bad at all."

Cindy heard the shower door sliding open and the squeak of faucets as Jeff turned on the shower. Peering around the corner, she was just in time to see Jeff's naked butt disappearing into the shower stall. She never got tired of looking at her husband. He still kept in shape at 38, running and bicycling and working out at the gym a couple of days per week. He didn't have the rippling stomach he'd had when they got married, but she still found him very attractive. Seeing him naked like that, casually displaying his body for her, brought forth thoughts of the countless times they'd enjoyed each other in bed. And in other places, before the kids came.

Like many married couples with children, Jeff and Cindy had difficulty finding time to fully enjoy sex. They still made love often enough, but usually it was confined to their bedroom late at night when the kids were asleep, and often with her gritting her teeth or stuffing a pillow in her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. The long lazy naked weekends of sex, cuddling, picnics by the fireplace, and making love throughout the house were gone. They had settled into a routine that was comfortable but vaguely unsatisfying. Cindy was hoping to revisit those more active times over the weekend while the children were visiting their grandparents.

Returning to the walk-in closet, Cindy selected a new pair of jeans and a sweater that she'd bought at the end-of-winter sale. Dressing herself quickly, she walked back to the mirror to examine the ensemble. She giggled at herself, primping in front of her mirror like a kid playing with a new toy. "I really do look good," she thought, turning to the left and right to confirm that the jeans flattered rather than fattened her backside. Remembering the way that Jeff was always admiring her body, she thought, "I wonder how Jeff would like me..."

She glanced at Jeff's form in the shower as she headed back to the closet. He was washing his hair, which meant that he'd be out soon. She quickly stripped off the jeans and sweater, placing them on the hooks that Jeff had added to the closet when he remodeled the year before. She removed her bra and stepped out of her panties, then reached for the negligee that she had picked out to surprise her husband with on his birthday. The light blue silk was delicate in her hands as she carefully pulled it over her head, feeling it caress her skin and whisper over her nipples. Grabbing the matching robe, she hurried back to the mirror, the bottom of the garment fluttering around her thighs.

Cindy stood in front of the mirror, examining herself with a critical eye. The shower stopped and she heard the door open, Jeff stepping out. Reaching up to cup her breasts, she wrapped her fingers and thumbs around her nipples and pinched them lightly, making herself shiver. The negligee was opaque enough to hide the details, but it accentuated her stiffened nipples and allowed a hint of the curves underneath. When she heard Jeff step to the sink and turn on the water, she knew that he was finished drying himself and that the towel was most likely wrapped around his waist.

"Jeff, could you come here for a minute?"

"What, honey?" Jeff stepped around the wall holding his toothbrush, his mouth still foaming with toothpaste. He turned and stopped three feet in front of his wife.

"What do you think?" Cindy stood facing him, the mirror forgotten. With the robe on and tied she looked ready for a quiet evening at home. But the thin material, her hardened nipples visible even through the robe, and the seductive smile lighting up her eyes told Jeff what she had in mind.

"I think I need to rinse," he said, hurrying back around the wall where he spat, rinsed, turned off the water, and returned drying his hands on the towel he was wearing.

Stopping in front of her, Jeff held his wife's gaze for a few seconds and then drew his eyes slowly down her neck and over her body draped in silk. She felt him pause to examine her breasts, the nipples poking out even through the robe, and then falling slowly to her waist, the curve of her hips, and down to her feet. She could see his towel beginning to tent as his eyes came up to hers again. He stepped forward, reaching out and grasping the ends of the sash.

"With the robe, sweetheart, but without the belt," he said, pulling the ends and letting the robe fall open. "You look stunning." He smiled and brushed his lips over hers.

Cindy sighed at the touch of his lips on hers and stepped forward into the kiss just as Jeff's hands came up under the robe to rest lightly at the small of her back. She tilted her head back, moving her fingers along the edge of the towel and wrapping her arms around him. Parting her lips slightly, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to their kiss.

Jeff loved kissing his wife, and made it a point to do so as often as possible. She threw herself completely into every kiss: a light touch of the lips and his arms around her, her body relaxing and molding to his, surrendering to his warm embrace. He couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of her, her soft moans as he held her close, and the feel of her lips closing around his tongue as he began to probe.

They kissed lightly for a few moments until Jeff pulled back slightly. With his hands on her hips, he turned Cindy to face the mirror and stepped behind her. "You're beautiful," he said, reaching up to pull the robe off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor around their feet. "Did I ever tell you how much I like looking at you?"

Cindy stood looking at herself in the mirror, her body covered with the light blue negligee. She looked up and saw Jeff's gaze moving slowly up from her feet, over her toned and tanned legs. Her eyes followed his, seeing his appreciation of her shape. He took her hands in his, lacing his fingers through hers, and brought them up to rest on her hips.

"Such delicious curves," he said, moving their hands in to her waist and over her stomach. She felt the filmy material under her palms rubbing against her skin as their hands moved. "I just love touching you. Let me show you why." She watched in the mirror as Jeff guided their hands over her body, crossing their arms to touch her sides and then hugging her tight with his chest pressed against her back. "You're so soft and warm," he whispered in her ear, "how could I not want to touch you?"

Cindy blushed at the praise, a shiver going through her body as Jeff guided her hands over her skin. He'd held her like this many times before while whispering in her ear, but never while standing in front of a mirror so that she could see the appreciation in his eyes and follow their path over her body. She watched his eyes closely, the way they moved and then lingered in one place, a look of concentration on his face as he seemed to be memorizing every curve before moving on to the next feature. She continued to blush and to get more excited as their hands moved up to cup her breasts.

"And your breasts. They're perfect." He positioned her hands so that they cupped her breasts. "I love to hold them, to feel their weight and have them mold into my hands." He moved her hands up, palms brushing lightly over her nipples and then wrapping her hands around the firm globes. "Feel your nipples pressing into your palms. That always excites me, to know that you enjoy my touch."

Jeff reached up to touch her face lightly and turn her head. As his lips found hers, their tongues escaping to taste and to play together, he moved his hand over hers again. Eyes closed, they tasted each other. She could feel his erection against the small of her back and she closed her eyes. Then opened them and gasped when Jeff took her nipples between their fingers and pinched lightly. "Jeff," she started to say, but he covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply as he continued to move their intertwined fingers over her nipples.

Cindy was incredibly aroused now and she could feel herself getting wet. After ten years of marriage Jeff knew how to excite her, and this new sensation of touching herself while he guided her hands was an unexpected thrill. She began to control her own movements, wriggling her fingers out of his grasp and pulling her nipples, kissing Jeff deeply and moaning into his mouth as she guided their hands over her body.

This was new territory for both. Each knew, or at least suspected, that the other masturbated, but they had never watched each other or even discussed it. Jeff always fantasized about watching Cindy put on a show for him, but he didn't know how to ask. He stood there now, hands lightly resting on hers as his wife continued to caress her own breasts. Breaking their kiss, he caught her eyes in the mirror.

Up until this point Cindy had been going with the flow, enjoying the feelings. She hadn't even realized it when she took control of her own hands and began to tease her nipples the way she did when she was alone. She almost stopped when she saw herself in the mirror, but something in Jeff's eyes--a lustful look that she remembered from the past when they were just learning about each other--changed her mind. She knew now that watching her excited Jeff. She smiled at him and leaned back so that he was supporting most of her weight. She resumed caressing her breasts while Jeff watched, his hands following hers and her eyes watching the amazed and aroused expression on his face.

Jeff placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved them down her arms to her elbows. He placed his palms on either side of her ribs and smoothed the negligee as his hands slid down to her hips. He pulled her back against his chest, whispering, "beautiful," in her ear as he held her gaze in the mirror.

Slowly, he moved his arms down her legs, palms sliding on the silky cloth until his fingers brushed the warm soft skin of her thigh. Cindy's breath caught. She tweaked her nipples and moaned as Jeff's fingers moved under the negligee, rotating in to caress her inner thigh. That part of her body had always been especially sensitive, and it took Jeff many months to learn just how to touch her--heavy enough not to tickle, but light enough to thrill. He would tease her for what seemed like hours sometimes, moving his fingers to within millimeters of her lips and then slowly caressing back to her knees, always varying the speed of his movements and the heaviness of his touch. She would beg him please to touch her, to slide his fingers between her moist lips or stroke her clit and bring her the release that she so craved.

Those encounters were all too infrequent since the kids came, but the memory combined with Jeff's fingers moving playfully through the neatly trimmed hair covering her mound caused a shudder to ripple through her body and she moaned deep in her throat.

Jeff smiled at her in the mirror and moved his hands down, gently urging her to spread her legs. With his palms on her thighs, his fingers traced the juncture between leg and torso. He could feel the moist warmth emanating from her core and her body shivering in anticipation of his touch. She was so wet that when his fingers came together they slipped between her lips with no resistance. She gasped and her knees buckled. If Jeff hadn't been holding her she would have fallen to the floor in a heap.

Jeff pulled her quickly to her feet, his hands moving up her body underneath the negligee to rest just below her full breasts. Holding her tightly, he stepped back, guiding her the three small paces to the edge of the bed. As he helped her to sit between his outstretched legs, his towel fell open. He pulled the gossamer cloth over her head, tossing it to the floor in front of them. They came to rest facing the mirror, naked, her sitting on the towel at the edge of the bed between his legs, his full erection trapped between his stomach and her back. Their hands, together again, rested in her lap. They looked at each other in the mirror and smiled hesitantly, neither knowing quite what to do next.

His chin on her shoulder, Jeff broke the brief awkward silence by squeezing her upper arms, pressing her breasts together. Looking down at her ample cleavage, he guided her hands to her distended nipples. "Did I ever tell you how much I love your breasts?"

"You might have mentioned it a time or two, " she laughed, "but I like hearing you say it. And," she said, smiling wickedly at him in the mirror as she pushed back against his hard shaft, "I like feeling you say it, too." She lightly stroked her nipples and watched in the mirror as Jeff looked on with rapt attention.

Cindy offered no resistance other than a small sigh when Jeff pulled her hands away from her breasts. Guiding her palms down across her stomach, he wrapped his fingers between hers and pushed their joined hands between her legs. She gasped when their fingers crossed her mound and she felt the wetness of her own excitement. But when she looked into the mirror and saw what they were doing, she stiffened.




The Mirror



"Jeff, what are we..."

"Quiet, honey," he said, kissing her neck and then turning to catch her eyes in the mirror. "Just relax and enjoy."

She stared at him doubtfully for a moment, before letting her head fall back on his shoulder and closing her eyes. The tension in her body melted away as she began to enjoy the feel of his fingers and her own exploring her lips, sliding so slowly between them. Soon she was controlling their movements, all thoughts of their situation lost as she touched herself the way she did when she was alone and longing for Jeff. She didn't even notice that he had removed his hands until she felt them cover her full breasts, wet fingers wrapping around her nipples and pinching lightly.

She whipped her head forward, eyes flying open and fingers stopping their movement. Jeff was ready for her, locking her gaze and smiling. His hands rested lightly on her breasts, fingers wrapped around her nipples. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "I love you, Cindy. Show me. I want to watch."

She cast her eyes down, looking first at their reflection in the mirror and then directly at his hands on her breasts and her hands between her legs. She wanted to protest, to tell Jeff that touching herself was a private thing that she'd never dreamed of sharing. But she couldn't remember ever before having been so aroused. The towel on which she was sitting was already damp and she'd barely started.

She had almost decided to tell him no, to turn around and straddle him, taking him deep into her body and riding him quickly to a wild, screaming, shuddering climax until she looked up again and saw the desire in his eyes. She felt his cock throbbing at her back and saw how incredibly excited he was sitting there with her in his arms, watching her masturbate.

She moved one finger experimentally along her wet slit. He visibly relaxed at the feel of the shudder that went through her body and she threw caution to the wind. Still looking into his eyes, she gave him an impish smile and spread her legs. She watched his eyes widen in lust and surprise as she slowly and deliberately pushed one finger deep into her moist pussy. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

"Oh, yes," moaned Jeff, "just like that." She felt his cock twitch again between them and his fingers closed on her nipples.

Cindy moaned, too, as he pinched and twisted her nipples. After so many years, he knew exactly how she liked to be touched. She pushed another finger between her lips and began a slow rhythm, her other hand coming up to surround her clit and rub. She imitated the way that Jeff would play with her, pressing firmly, moving in small circles but rarely touching her button directly. She closed her eyes again and laid her head on his shoulder, feeling his hands massaging her breasts and his fingers on her nipples.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear. "I want you to see how beautiful you are. I want you to see what I see whenever we make love."

She did as he asked, looking into the mirror and taking in the scene. She sat in front of him, legs spread lewdly. Looking over her shoulder, his eyes stared at her fingers sliding faster and harder between her lips and her other hand playing with her clit. She could see her own pleasure in her face. Her breasts heaved in his hands as her breath came quicker. She watched herself gasp in surprise when he'd close his fingers around her nipples and pull.

Cindy began moving her hips in time with her fingers. She felt his cock sliding along her back, lubricated with the pre-cum of his excitement. She watched him watch her in the mirror. His eyes moved from her face to his hands on her breasts, over her thrusting hips to her fingers sliding deep into her clutching pussy. Then his eyes would look straight down, taking it all in directly before coming back to catch her eyes in the mirror.

Cindy knew she was close. She spread her legs further and tried to shove her fingers deeper as she fucked herself furiously. Her fingers wrapped directly around her clit and she began a long low moan in her throat, increasing in volume as she thrust her hips against her probing fingers. Jeff felt her orgasm approaching and closed his arms tightly around her, hands holding her breasts firmly and his fingers resting lightly around her nipples.

Her whole body tingling, breath coming in gasps, she caught the look of fascination in his eyes as he watched her face. She tried to concentrate on her own face as she felt herself tipping over the edge. "Jeff! Oh, God," she screamed out, shoving her fingers deep and pinching her own clit firmly. The dam burst and she began to shake, her pussy trying to suck her fingers deeper. She felt Jeff hold her firmly and thrusting against her back. He held her as she writhed in the throes of her climax. She was screaming out his name and shrieking unintelligibly. Neither his eyes nor hers ever left her face as she rode the wave of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

She slumped in his arms, her body still quaking intermittently, and removed her soaking fingers from her now-satisfied pussy. Only then did she shift her gaze and look deeply into his smiling eyes. Jeff took her wrist in one hand and brought her fingers to his lips. He kissed each finger and let his tongue curl around it, savoring her sweet taste before letting her hand fall into her lap.

"That," he growled into her ear, "was amazing."

Reaching back between them, her hand found his hard cock. Giving a playful tug, she smiled into the mirror. "You liked that, did you?"

Jeff groaned. "Yes."

Cindy slid off the bed and turned around, keeling between Jeff's legs and looking straight into his eyes. She wrapped one hand around his cock and the other came up to cup his balls. "I thought so."

Leaning forward, Cindy placed his hard shaft between her breasts and pressed them together, trapping him against her chest. She held his gaze as his eyes widened, feeling the pulsations of his excitement. This is something that she knew he liked, and she would often make it part of their foreplay. She liked the feel of his hardness surrounded by her firm breasts, and the look in his eyes: longing, lustful, and obviously enjoying the feeling. She'd come close to taking him all the way in this manner, but always pulled away before his climax, preferring to ride him or snuggle up to his chest and kiss deeply while bringing him off with her hand. This time, though, she was satisfied and feeling the excitement of her new experience.

She pulled away quickly, dropping her head and parting her lips, guiding the engorged purple head of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Jeff put his palms on the bed and leaned back, thrusting forward, trying to push deeper. But her hand wrapped around his hard shaft prevented deeper penetration as she swirled her tongue around his crown.

Cindy didn't always enjoy performing oral sex. Early in her sexual experimentation, all too many men thought it as their due and her duty to perform. And although she enjoyed the feel of a hard cock in her hand or between her lips, and the power it gave her in bringing pleasure to her lover, the almost forceful nature of so many early encounters led her to dislike having to do it.

That changed when she met Jeff. Their first sexual encounter consisted of him bringing her to orgasm with his fingers and tongue before taking her home and leaving with a promise to call in the morning. They made love a dozen different times, including intercourse and him giving her the best oral sex she'd ever dreamed of before she realized that he wasn't going to demand or even ask for a blowjob.

Freed from having to do it, Cindy one night made her way down Jeff's body, kissing all the way while slowly stroking his cock. With her mouth covering his head and her hand wrapped around his shaft, listening to his encouraging words and obvious groans of pleasure, she finally understood the true meaning of the phrase, "It is better to give than to receive." The pleasure she felt as she lie beside him, his saliva-slick cock spurting in her hand and his body thrashing on the bed was almost as powerful as an orgasm. The way he kissed and held her in his arms afterward, thanking her for that wonderful gift, was the first inkling in her mind that she could spend the rest of her life with this man.

Jeff's groaned, "God, Cindy. I'm so close," brought her back to the moment.

She pulled her head up and smiled again, her hand stroking from the base all the way up his shaft and closing over the sensitive head. "I know," she said, before bending again and taking half his length into her mouth, lips closing tightly over the shaft. Her hand moved quickly up and down the remaining length of his cock. Her other hand held his sac, lightly massaging each testicle.

Jeff was beyond any rational thought now. The combination of his wife's seduction, the new experience of watching her masturbate in the mirror, and then this incredibly hot blowjob was more than he could take. Feeling himself close to orgasm, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "Cindy ... "

Pulling her mouth away, Cindy leaned forward and trapped his cock between her full breasts. Pressing her hands to the sides, she began sliding up and down his shaft, the head disappearing and then reappearing at the top of her cleavage as she moved. Watching his eyes and timing his thrusts, she felt his body jerk, his head throbbing between her breasts. She slid down the length of his shaft just as he gave a final thrust, the head poking out above her firm mounds as he erupted, spraying her neck and chin. Flowing down between her breasts, his cum allowed his cock to slide more easily as he continued to thrust and empty on her chest.

Jeff fell back on the bed, pulling Cindy forward, his now-softening cock still trapped between her tits. They stayed like that for a moment until he reached down and urged her to climb up on top of him. She straddled his body, her cum-drenched chest pressing against his, and he pulled her head down into a slow, deep kiss.

"Cindy, honey, that was incredible."

"I guess I am, huh?" she said, smiling at him.

He gave her a playful slap on the butt and wrapped his arms around her. "Yes, darling. I guess you are at that."

"Thank you for the mirror, Jeff. You don't know how much it means to me that you listened to what I said and surprised me like that."

"You're welcome, dear," he said, kissing her cheek. "It was my pleasure."

She smiled and whispered in his ear. "Mine, too. But next time I get to watch you."



The Mirror



I wish you were here with me. I wish you were here, and I wish you were looking at me in a way that let me know you wanted me. I wish You would stare into my eyes, as you run a hand lightly down the right side of my body, brushing the top of my nipple ever so gently, never breaking eye contact. You would lean in to kiss me, and your lips would touch mine, pressing softly, then more firmly against me, warm and searching. We'd break for a second, parting only an inch and feeling each other's breath, me feeling your hardness growing against my stomach. 

You'd turn me around, so I was standing with my back to you, both of us facing the full-length mirror, your hard bulge pressed against my butt, and you'd tell me to stand still. You'd raise my arms so they were lifted out from my sides, and you'd rub your hands down my sides to my waist as you nuzzled, teased, and breathed on my neck, finally kissing and then biting it gently. Then, you'd reach around to the front of my body, rubbing your hands all over my stomach and up to where my bra was, but no further. You'd continue rubbing my stomach, nibbling my neck, breathing in my ear, then slowly begin to pull the front of my shirt up as you watched both me and yourself in the mirror. I'd be standing transfixed, seeing your hands pulling my shirt higher, higher; to reveal the white transparent lace of the bottom of my bra cups.

"Put your arms above your head," you'd say, and I would comply, and instantly feel the crisp cotton of my shirt passing over the hardening nipples poking through my bra and then completely over my head before you tossed it aside and I lowered my arms again.

We would both return our gazes to the mirror, and would see my hardened, darkened nipples only slightly obscured by the delicate lace of my bra. We'd both watch in the mirror as you began rubbing over my stomach again, this time running your hands higher, higher, until you slid them over my lace-covered nipples, causing the lace and the heat of your hands to create tingling sensations that started there and moved downward. You'd continue very lightly massaging my nipples through the lace, both of us watching in the mirror as they got pointier, both of us hearing my breath growing heavier, me feeling your breath against the side of my neck.

You'd rub circular motions around my nipples with your fingertips, getting me warm, then pinch them gently to make them really stand up. Then, you'd undo my bra slowly from the back, and slide the straps slowly, slowly down my arms, revealing my full, round, white breasts in the reflection as we both watched. 

"Your breasts are beautiful, baby," you whisper, in that hoarse, husky tone that tells me you're giving in to the lust you feel. And you run your fingertips down the sides of my body again, brushing against the rounded sides of my breasts and causing me to get goosebumps. 

When your hands get to my waist, you slowly, easily, fluidly move my shorts down to my ankles, and I step out of them as you pull them away from my feet. Then you stand back up, and sigh at the sight of the thin white lace of the front of my thong panties, at the thin layer of strawberry-blonde pubic hair that's barely visible through them. I start to turn around, wanting to kiss you, but you grab my shoulders firmly to keep me facing the mirror. You then move your hands back to my waist, and bend me forward, both of us watching, until my upper body is angled toward the mirror, and my boobs are dangling, swaying gently.

You bend with me, pressing your chest against my back and your erection right in between my butt cheeks, fondling my breasts for a moment and watching their reflection as they wobble gently and sway from your touch. Then you stand upright, leaving me bent over, and grab my butt with two hands, squeezing, massaging, watching in the mirror as my eyes slide shut and my head goes back.

I feel your hand running up and down the back of my lace thong, up and down the thin strip of lace separating my cheeks, up, and then down all the way to the wet spot growing between my legs, brushing lightly against my labia before heading back upward again.

You back up, and I feel you looking at me from behind. I look in the mirror and see your eyes drooping with with lust as you look at my butt, pulling my thong out from between my cheeks and running a finger down my crevice, making me shiver. 

Then you pull the thong down my legs just as fluidly as you did the shorts, and I step out of them as well.

I am now completely naked, and you are completely clothed behind me. Your arms come around me and your hands run down my stomach to my mound, down between my legs then back out again, and you feel that I am very, very wet. Wet for you. You start finger-fucking me, slowly, firmly, with two, then three fingers. You feel my muscles clenching around you. 

A slight moan escapes from deep in your chest, then you whisper, "Look how beautiful your body is, baby."

You step back, and I wonder why.

"Baby, touch your breast for me ," you whisper breathily, erotically. You see the uncertainty on my face, and you encourage me more. "Touch your nipples, baby. Feel how hard they are."

I reluctantly move a trembling hand upward toward my right breast, and my breath catches in my throat as my fingers come into contact with it. I trace circles around it with my index finger. My eyes close.

You speak again. "See how hard they are? They feel good, don't they? They make me want you so bad."

You pause for a moment, and watch me touching myself for you, then you continue.

"Baby, slide your other hand down between your legs. Feel how hot and wet you are."

My eyes are still closed, but I feel your gaze burning into my skin as I slowly move my left hand downward until I can feel the heat and wetness of my body on my fingers. I moan, startling myself, and open my eyes to see the image of myself masturbating naked in the mirror. I am completely transfixed by the sight, but when movement catches my eye, I notice your reflection, and I see that you have unzipped your pants and have taken your cock out and are now stroking it as you watch me touch myself. It is almost too much for me, and my motions intensify as my head goes back and my eyes stay riveted on your hard, long cock with your hand jerking its steady rhythm as you look at me. We make eye contact for a moment, and the intensity is so great that I think I will cum right then, but you start to take your clothes off and I know I have to hold on. 

You walk over to me and help me lower myself to the rug. You climb on top of me and your large cock lands heavy on my stomach. I groan.

"Do you like that, baby?" you whisper."See how hard I am for you?"

I moan again, wanting you to put it in me, reaching out to touch it. But you're not finished.

"Do you want to feel my cock on you, baby?" you ask.

"Yes," I breathe. "Please."

You push yourself up and begin rubbing your cock all over my stomach, driving me crazy as I feel its smooth hardness and the bit of moisture trickling from the tip.

"You like it on you, baby? You like it touching you?"

I know I sound like a slut, but it does feel so good, and it's making me so horny feeling it all over me.

"Yes, baby," I reply.

You push yourself up further, and use the tip of your cock to circle my nipple, moistening it with your pre-cum and making me moan. "Oh god, baby," I whisper, sure that if you even touch my pussy with your cock I will cum all over it instantly.

You bend and kiss me deeply, pushing your tongue deep into my mouth and sucking the lust from my lips, feeling how badly I want you. You then move upwards to brush your cock against my lips. I try to take it in my mouth but you pull away, brushing your balls against my chin, a sensation I have never felt before.

"Come back, baby," I say, and you see the pleading in my eyes. I see the fire in your eyes growing as you lower your cock to my lips again. I immediately take your bulbous head into my mouth and begin licking around it, flicking it, sucking it, stroking your balls and gently squeezing your shaft. You sigh heavily as my warm mouth envelops you, and you slide in further, and begin pumping in and out, fucking my mouth slowly, deliberately. I feel you start to swell a little and know you are close, and I push you out of my mouth reluctantly.

"You want me to fuck you baby?" You ask.

I look straight into your eyes as I desperately say, "Please fuck me..."

You crawl back between my legs and spread my knees apart, and say, "Watch, baby. Sit up and watch."

We watch together as your cock slowly enters me, as my body sucks it in inch by inch; as you start pumping me agonizingly slowly. I have never watched this before, and the sight of your cock halfway buried in me is so erotic I feel an orgasm coming on. I squeeze my eyes shut, and lay back as I feel the waves washing over me, causing me to squeeze and contract around your shaft, moaning and calling your name as I do.

It appears to give you a second wind, because you only fuck harder and faster, rougher, splitting me wide open. But somehow, you do not cum yourself until you have given me two more mind blowing orgasms. 

Suddenly, you look straight into my eyes and say, "I'm cumming for you baby."

You thrust deep one final time and clutch me to you as I feel you pumping your warmth into me. Your eyes roll back and your eyelids close as you finish, then collapse on me. We both breathe hard for a moment, coming down off our high, and then you roll off of me and lay on your back next to me. You grab my hand, and I feel myself drifting to sleep.



The Mirror



 

Opening the door to the antique shop, I carefully turned to my side and slipped in, holding the mirror just inches off the ground. The gilded frame and heavy silvered glass made it almost impossible to carry by myself, but I figured I had bought it and got it home by myself, I would damn well haul it back and return it by myself. Once inside the shop, I carefully maneuvered down the aisle, making sure I didn't knock over any of the odd curios he had stacked precariously all over the store. Near the counter, I watched an attractive woman complete her purchase and when I was sure she was headed out of the store, I moved toward the cash register and nodded to the owner.

"Weren't you in here just last week," he asked me.

"Yes, I bought this mirror here, a Valentine's Day gift for my wife."

"But you're bringing it back?"

"Yes, well it is a beautiful piece, incredibly ornate and she loved it at first, but we had a problem with it," I said, glancing around the store.

"A problem? It looks fine to me," the old man said, running his fingers up through his silver hair, letting it tumble onto his shoulders.

"No, no, it's not broken or anything, it is in wonderful condition," I said, using my sleeve to polish a few odd smudges off the glass. "It's just that, well, the glass itself, you know, is slightly curved, it distorts the image."

"Yes, I remember we had a note attached to the glass, said something like, 'Objects in mirror are smaller than they appear,'" he smiled, continuing, "We did that on purpose, kind of like the car..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, the car mirrors, 'Objects in mirror are closer than they appear,' yeah, I got the joke."

"Well if you knew about the distortion, why did you buy the mirror?" he said, squinting his eyes while staring at another strange smudge.

Moving my body between the man and the smudge I said, "Well, it's kind of hard to explain, it's just... I mean, we liked the image, but..." I paused looking at the man, feeling his steely blue eyes move over me, seeing him glance down at my pants and then return his gaze to my face.

Smiling knowingly, "Okay, I think I understand."

"No, no, I don't think you do," I paused again, turning my head and looking all around, confirming no one else could hear. "It's a long story."

"Well pull up a stool there and I'll just keep sitting here and we'll hear this story," he said, nodding to a stool behind me.

I carefully leaned the mirror against the counter and walked over to the stool, looking around the store once again. Pulling it up near the counter, I sat down and, for whatever reason, I began the story committed, despite the fact this guy was nearly a complete stranger, to leaving out no details. Taking a deep breath I started:

"After buying the mirror, I made sure it was well protected and I got it into the bed of my truck. I was able to close the tailgate, but I still tied off the mirror to prevent it from shifting any on the drive home. Once home I planed to keep it wrapped up and carefully slide it under our king size bed until Valentine's Day, when I planned to give it to my wife.

"Well, I leaned it on the wall and got down on my hands and knees to make sure there was nothing under the bed that might damage the frame. As I expected, there was nothing in the way, so I moved over to the mirror. Before I could grab it to work it in under the bed, I noticed some of the padding had slipped off when I wrestled it into my bedroom. I was about to replace the padding when I noticed the reflection of my hand, it seemed enormous in the mirror and I immediately wondered..."

I paused, rubbing my chin, wondering if I really needed to be telling this man the story. Staring at him I could see he was fully focused on me, as if I were retelling a favorite classic tale of literature, so I decided to continue on:

"I immediately wondered what my... what my cock might look like in that mirror. Now I'm not too well endowed, actually I am quite a bit smaller than average. Anyway, I always fantasized about being much bigger and I figured one peek at myself with a large cock wouldn't hurt anything. Carefully uncovering the mirror, I positioned myself so I could see the crotch of my pants as I unzipped and eased myself out.

"It was amazing, even flaccid it looked as if I was rolling out some monstrous hose. Wanting to see more, I quickly pulled off my clothes and softly ran my hands up my chest, sliding my palms over my nipples, back and forth. Feeling the pleasure shoot down into my cock, I watched as it slowly began to twitch and rise, extending further and further out from my body. In just moments I had watched my tiny twig of a prick grow into a mighty redwood, curving as if sculpted for some grand monument.

"Mesmerized at the size, I couldn't help but lower my hand down onto the massive appendage and begin to stroke it. Now the size of my hand had also increased, so it was in scale with my cock, but still, it seemed that as I stroked it, my hand slid along the long shaft for inch after inch after inch after inch. The thick blue vein pulsated, throbbing with the increasing beat of my heart and looking like a massive anaconda wrapping itself around a tree.

"A waterfall of pre-cum ran down over my hand as I continued stroking, bringing myself closer and closer to coming with each long stroke. I had just begun arching my back when I heard my wife's voice, 'What the hell is this Abbie?' Glancing up in mid-stroke I replied, 'Joce, look in the mirror, look at the size...' 'Goodness Abbie,' she interrupted, 'you look so big.'

"She immediately kneeled down and took my cock in her hand and then guided it into her mouth, watching herself in the mirror as she slipped the Washington Monument between her lips. I had already worked myself up some, so the feel of her mouth over me and the incredible view of it all in the mirror had me ready to pop when she suddenly pulled her mouth off of me. Looking up at me she began unbuttoning her blouse and said, 'I want you to come on my breasts.'

"All I could do was wait and watch as she uncovered herself, revealing her normally very small breasts to the magic of the mirror. As I turned my head from the stiffening nipples and tiny breasts I looked into the reflection to see two towering pagodas rising from the soft curves of two enormous hills. She then moved her mouth over me again as the gigantic flowing images began to make me dizzy. Once again, the visual stimulation of her bright red lips slipping over the bluish head of my cock and then taking the entire length of me deep into her mouth combined with the sensation of her mouth on me and I felt my balls swell, ready to explode.

"Watching the mirror I saw the deep valley between her enormous breasts suddenly flooded with a raging river torrent of cum as she pulled her mouth away and pointed my cock at her breasts. Spurt after spurt flooded her valley until the river crested and she milked the last droplets of cum from the huge hole in my cock. I reached down and cupped her breasts watching my white sticky liquid flow down her stomach.

"'Where did you get the mirror?' she asked and I told her I got it here, that it was a Valentine's Day Gift. 'But Valentine's Day is not until the day after tomorrow.' I explained how I planned to hide it and surprise her after taking her out to a romantic dinner. After we cleaned up and dressed, she helped me wrap the mirror and we slid it under the bed, pretending it would be a surprise.

"Anyway, we went ahead with our Valentine Day plans: I took her out to a nice, romantic restaurant, you know Ginnelo's?"

"Oh yes," the store owner replied, "nice place, pricey but nice."

"Yeah, it's a favorite of hers, the place where I first proposed to her."

"Ah, an excellent choice then."

"She liked the choice, seemed sufficiently impressed, but we really didn't spend much time there, we were both pretty excited about getting back home. Funny, we've been married all these years and something like that mirror can still get us acting like a couple of young kids. We ate dinner rather quickly and then passed on the dessert and dancing, hell for the time we spent and as distracted we were, we could have just hit a fast food joint."

I paused a moment, glancing around the store. "Did you hear something?" I asked.

"It's probably just some creaks in the old building, or maybe in some of the furniture. There's a lot of creaking and moaning all over the shop, used to be downright scary when I worked late at night. Now I guess I'm just used to it, either that or just too deaf to notice," the store owner replied, moving a bit on his stool.

"Now where was I?"

"You rushed through dinner, like a fast food place," he said.

"Ah yes, anyway, driving home she scooted over next to me on the front seat and leaning her head on my shoulder, she looked down into my lap and ran her hands over my thigh. As I got hard she reached over and gently caressed my erection though my pants. I wrapped my arm over her shoulder and reached my hand down and kneaded her breast. Just like a couple of teenagers rounding second base and heading for third.

"Fortunately it was only a short drive home and traffic wasn't too bad. As distracted as I was driving, it's a wonder I wasn't pulled over for driving under the influence. We had some wine at dinner, but it wasn't the alcohol influencing the driving, it was what she was doing to me with her hands.

"We pulled into the driveway and I stopped the car, throwing it into park and setting the brake. I then grabbed my wife and pulled her to me and kissed her hard, driving my tongue into her mouth, toying with her tongue as my hand ran up under her dress. She opened her legs and I slipped my hand over her panties, they were wet, real wet. As we continued kissing I moved my hand up, over the elastic band and then moved into her panties.

"I pushed my middle finger in between her lips and was surprised as how easily it slid into her wet opening. Gently moving my finger inside her, I let it get well lubricated and then I moved it up to her clit. She gasped as my finger first touched it and almost immediately she began raising her hips, pushing herself against my finger as it circled her tiny nub.

"She whispered to me, 'If you don't stop...' 'What?' I asked. 'If you don't stop I'm going to, oh mmmmmm...' she groaned.

"I was enjoying this as I replied, 'You're going to what?' She didn't respond, but I could feel her hands grab my arms, tightening her grip. 'You're going to what?' I repeated shoving two fingers into her pussy as I pressed my palm down onto her clit. She arched her back, lifting up off the car seat and said loudly, 'Come, I'm going to come!'

"She relaxed, easing back down onto the seat as I could feel her pulsations as her cunt squeezed and released my fingers, again and again. Grabbing my face, she kissed me hard and then pulled back and reached down and grabbed at my cock. Pulling back I said, 'The mirror, remember?' 'Yes, the mirror,' she replied, sitting up. Her face was flushed red and I could see her nipples pressing out into the fabric of her dress.

"I climbed out of the car and walked around, opening the door for her and helping her out. I could feel her trembling still, so I held her close as we walked to the house and stepped inside. Kicking off our shoes in the foyer, we quickly headed to the bedroom, where I got down on my hands and knees and carefully pulled the mirror out from beneath the bed. It took a only a few moments to get the padding off of it, but when the mirror was finally completely unwrapped I looked into it and could see my wife standing naked behind me.

"The sight was incredible. Now she's not as fit as she was when we first met, but damn, to see her there, her breasts enlarged in the mirror, the dark nipples sticking outward, seeming to beg me to move my mouth over them. Looking downward, I savored the sight of her soft, light skin curving over her hips and the curly matt of hair, not quite covering her swollen pussy lips. Leaning the mirror on the wall, I turned and sat on the floor in complete silence just looking at her, feeling my cock straining against my pants.

"Finally after a while, I'm not sure how long, she asked, 'Well, what are you going to do with the mirror?' 'I planned to hang it on the wall there,' I told her, 'but not just now.' I got up, rushed into the kitchen and grabbed two of the padded kitchen chairs, dragging them into the bedroom. Placing them against the wall, I picked up the mirror and, turning it sideways, I put it on the chairs and backed away. Sitting on the bed I looked at the reflection and then got up and changed the angle of the mirror leaning on the back of the chairs. Sitting back on the bed, I looked back at the reflection and confirmed the angle was just right.

"Seeing that I had the mirror set, my wife climbed onto the bed and after fixing some pillows under her head so she could see the reflection, she leaned back and opened her legs. I watched the mirror in amazement as her beautiful pussy opened up, the glistening lips and hard clit were enormous. Pulling off my clothes I couldn't take my eyes off the reflection as she slowly moved her hand over and began touching herself, first just running her fingers along her lips and then plunging them into her wet opening before moving them up to her clit.

"I threw my clothes aside and then moved in between her legs as the two of us watched my bulging cock ease its way into the dark cavern of her pussy. I was standing at the side of the bed, turned slightly so I could watch in the mirror. Slowly leaning onto her, I pushed myself deeper and deeper into her watching the giant reflection. Easing back out of her, the sight was incredible, my cock, like a great carved redwood, glistening in her juices slid out of her pussy, her lips pulling outward, as if wanting to draw me back in.

"We couldn't hold off any longer and we both began moving as I thrust my cock fast and deep into her pussy and she raised her hips up to meet me. Over the years of our marriage, we had made love hundreds, maybe thousands of times, but I never remember it ever being so passionate and yet so incredibly urgent. She reached her hands out to me, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards her as she shoved herself against me. At one point, I moved a bit to the side, blocking her view of the mirror and she twisted her hips and clamped her thighs on me to move me out of her way, all the while, our bodies were crashing together, my balls slapping against her ass, her breasts bouncing about.

"And the view was incredible, my cock, glistening in her abundant juices, her lips quivering as I rammed into her then folding outward as I withdrew. I looked at her clit and in the magnified reflection it looked like some vast dome, delicate pink appearing and disappearing as she ground it against me when I thrust into her. Suddenly I felt her thighs tighten against me and her hands squeezed on my hips. She was about to come and I was there, watching it the reflection as she raised her hips up, moaned loudly and came, her pussy twitching and squeezing my cock, then releasing it as I pushed ever deeper into her.

"I leaned forward, my cock pushed in as deep as it would go, my pubis pressed up against her clit and I stopped moving, letting her just grind against me as she savored her climax. Just watching her, hearing her and feeling her from inside had me on the edge, but I held off until she relaxed, letting her hips settle back down onto the bed. Then I slowly withdrew, watching my soaking wet cock slide inch by inch out of her pussy until it nearly fell out altogether, but I paused, the head of my cock held gently between her lips. Leaning into her, I watched it slip back into her as I savored the wet warmth of her as she enveloped me.

"The sensation was incredible, as was the view in the mirror and could feel myself begin to tremble. Every muscle in my body begged for me to plunge into her as hard and fast as I could, my balls felt tight with the pressure and yet I continued moving slowly, letting the pleasure build and build, my cock tingling, twitching, aching for release and still as I eased all the way into her, I paused. Slowly withdrawing I heard my wife say, 'Yeah, that's it, can you feel me?' I was nearly in tears as I groaned, 'Yes, yes I feel it.' 'Then come, give it to me and come inside me. Now!'

"That was it, I plunged into her and felt myself explode, my cock was electrified as it spurted again and again, my cum flooding inside her. As I pulled back to shove into her again, I could see the white liquid oozing out of her and I heard a wet, almost splashing sound as I shoved myself back into her. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, kissing her mouth, her face and her neck. Glancing back at the mirror, I moved my legs a bit and could see her pussy lips still holding my cock inside. 

"We both watched as my cock slowly shrank and then finally, slipped out of her pussy, both of us soaking in our cum. It was incredible, we'd been married for so long, had done this so many times before, but I don't know, something about the mirror, the excitement leading up to it all, but I think it was the best sex we'd ever had."

"But I don't understand," the old shopkeeper asked, standing up off his stool. I noticed him reach down and adjust himself, lightly tugging on his pants before sitting back down. "Why are you returning the mirror if it helped you do all that?"

"I know, I know, and I'm sad to have to return it, but, you see, the night didn't end there," I replied, leaning forward on my stool and as discreetly as possible adjusting myself. "She's making me take it back."

"Didn't she enjoy the sex as much as you?"

"She did, as a matter of fact she went on and on about it as we looked at ourselves in the bed. We giggled and laughed like kids again as she played with my limp cock, looking at it in the mirror, acting like she was wrestling a python. Continuing to play around a bit, teasing each other, well, it had been years since we'd even attempted trying it more than once in a day, I mean we're not that old, but I'm certainly not a teenager, but after a while, I got hard again, rock hard.

"I eased down off the bed and kneeled on the floor between her legs, and again watching in the mirror, I ran my monstrous tongue over the dome of her clit while easing my fingers into her, still soaking wet pussy. Once again, we both watched in the mirror as her pussy lips began to swell and she opened up, taking first just one finger, then a second and finally three of my fingers as I slid them in and out of her. She seemed well on her way to coming once again when she said to me excitedly, 'Let's do it doggie style, I want to see it that way.'

"Doggie style sounded good to me, and I realized that with the mirror, she could enjoy the view I had enjoyed for years, seeing me enter her from behind. I stood up as she turned over and got up on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. I grabbed her hips and was moving closer, just about to slip my cock into her when she exclaimed, 'Oh no, no, no, stop it, we can't...'

"Thinking I was hurting her, I released her hips and then looked into the mirror. Expecting to see the beautiful massive lips of her pussy, the pink dome of her clit and the milky white skin of her ass, I saw what stopped her. There it was, in the middle of the mirror, plan to see and though it didn't bother me, she was growling now, 'Take it down, take the mirror down.'

"I was dumbfounded, standing there, my rock hard cock softening as she gagged and coughed."

"What was it? What could possibly have made her do that?" the old man asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the counter.

"You see, what was just the slightest blemish on the perfect, baby-soft skin of her ass, something I'd never even notice and even if I did it would never bother me, but, with the mirror, with the mirror it was more. Unfortunately, this microscopic blemish in the middle of one of the cheeks to her ass was bigger in the mirror. Yes, such a tiny little thing suddenly became a bright red Mount Vesuvius seemingly ready to erupt. Once I saw it, it was like a car wreck, you know, you try to look away, but you just can't, so I just stared in awed silence. My wife screamed, 'Get it out of here now,' as she dove onto the floor on the other side of the bed, pulling the sheets with her to cover up. All I could do was grab the mirror and carry it into the living room.




The Mirror



"When I returned to the bedroom, she had rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. Through the locked bathroom door she instructed me to take 'that thing' back. She finally came out of the bathroom, but the mirror had to be out of the house before she'd come out of the bedroom, so this morning I got dressed, lugged it out to my truck and now here I am.

"Incredible," the man behind the counter said, "simply incredible."

"Yeah, so here it is, as you can see it is in perfect shape."

Stepping from behind the counter, he grabbed his long, gray hair, twisted it and hooked a rubber band over it forming a pony tail. He looked over the mirror quickly and confirmed, "Yes, it's in perfect condition, let me get you your money back."

"I sure hate to return it, but..."

"Say no more, at least you had that one time."

"Yeah, I guess most people would be lucky to have that."

Opening the register, the man grabbed some cash and carefully counted out the bills as he placed them in my hand. When he finished counting her looked back up at me and asked, "So what are you going to get her to replace the mirror?"

"Well, I thought about getting some candy, but damn, with that pimple on her ass, I better stay away from the chocolate. I guess I'll just get her flowers."

"Hey and since Valentine's Day was yesterday I bet you can get them at half price."

"Yeah, I hadn't thought of that," I said, slipping the cash into my wallet. "Well, thanks for taking back the mirror."

"After a story like you told, how could I refuse," he said, laughing a bit.

Nodding, I turned and headed toward the door when I noticed the lady I passed when I first entered the store standing in a nearby aisle. I hadn't heard the door open so she must have been there the entire time. I did notice that her face was very flushed and her clothes were a bit disheveled, but I only nodded to her and headed out of the store. There was a flower shop across the street so I walked over and purchased two dozen long stem roses at half price. As I carried the flowers back out to the car I noticed the old man across the street lugging the mirror out of his shop. Putting the roses in my car, I jogged over and helped him carry it to a car.

As we got to the car I noticed the lady I had seen in the store grab her keys and unlock the trunk. She looked at me, and smiled an embarrassed smile and moved back to the front of the car, climbing inside. The old man and I carefully lifted the mirror into her trunk as he whispered to me, "She paid me twice what you paid for this mirror. I think I need to hire you to come tell stories about all my stuff."

I simply laughed and helped him arrange the padding around the mirror. It was too big for us to close the trunk, so we worked together to tie down the trunk so she could drive without damaging the mirror. When we finished, the old man thanked me for the help and then took my hand and shook it, thanking me again for the story. I headed for my car hoping my wife would enjoy her belated Valentine's Day gift.

 



The Mirror



The office where I work is in an older restored building, but it faces across the street to a new glass skyscraper, the kind with perfect "mirror" panels that provide such an accurate reflection that I could comb my hair or shave in it.

Immediately below my office there is a law office, and I've often chatted with the attractive paralegal who works literally underneath me. She's in her early forties, divorced with two kids, and has what they would call a "smokin' " body. We've gone out for drinks with a group a couple of times, but have never really flirted seriously. "Deb" dresses very young for her age, and is not afraid to show off her legs and cleavage. Her nickname around the building is "Erin Brockovich", which ought to give you the idea.

One Friday late last summer I was working late, musing on something or other while staring out my window when I noticed that "Deb" had turned her chair to her own window and was also gazing vacantly into space. It was a mercilessly hot day and our building's AC was straining to capacity.

Although I noticed her in her reflection, she seemed unaware of my gaze. I was beginning to stare as she rolled her desk chair up to the low, full window and lifted up the sash (she has the only window in the building that actually opens!). I could not take my eyes off her as she shook off her heels and put her feet on the windowsill. I was mesmerized as she slid a hand up the inside of her bare thigh, straining to see whatever she was about to expose.

She soon gratified my desire, as it became apparent that she was not wearing panties, her hand sliding her skirt up above her fully shaved bush, and moving gently up and down her mound. I was instantly hard as a rock.

Was anyone else watching her? Was anyone watching me watch her? Could she see me? Surely she must be aware that although she wasn't visible from the street the occupants of both the high rise across the street and the offices adjoining her own could see her squirm with each stroke? Faster and faster she moved her hand and I soon found myself, totally without thinking, reaching under my own belt and stroking in time with her rhythms. When she reached up with her other hand and pushed down her low-cut blouse to expose a firm little breast and hard nipple, I unzipped my pants and grabbed my own penis, fully engorged now. Deb rolled what seemed to be enormous hard nipples (something that always arouses me) between her thumb and forefinger, stroking the dark "pencil eraser" ever longer.

By now I was openly stroking myself, disregarding the possibility that anyone else could be looking - it was well after five o'clock wasn't it? I matched my rhythm to hers, sliding up and down as she inserted first one and then two fingers into herself and her skirt hiked above her full, hard ass.

Suddenly she began to shake, her orgasm visible even at that distance. I followed instantly - my semen exploding onto the window itself as I closed my eyes. When I opened them, seconds later, I looked across into Deb's reflected image, only to find her looking directly back into my eyes. She continued to stroke herself for a few seconds, then pulled down her top to expose both breasts and began massaging them. After a few seconds of this she looked into my eyes again and made the universal "come here" gesture.

It must have taken me at least a minute to clean myself up and leap down the flight of stairs to her office, but I don't remember it. I do remember her sitting atop her desk, with her legs spread and the inside of her thighs still sticky with her perspiration and pussy juices.

I caressed her thighs and pussy with my tongue until she came, after when she dropped to her knees and gave me the most succulent, wet blow job I have ever had in my life. Because I had so recently come, I was able to resist the urge for long enough to bend her over her desk and take her from behind, coming in seconds after I began pounding her like a jackhammer while holding her firm but ample cheeks.

Not a word had passed between us.

We sat on her desk for a while longer, kissing, licking, and slurping up the fluids with which we were now covered. When I asked what she was doing after work, she put her finger to my lips and her lips to my cock. Soon I was coming again, squirting my jism all over her face and glasses.

"C'mon," she said, "It's time to go..." and we walked out to the parking lot hand in hand. She gave me a kiss and drove off home.

Monday morning, when I returned to work, Deb was off on vacation, and when she returned the following week she never spoke again of our passionate voyeurism and fucking, deflecting my attempts at conversation with a wink and a grin. She moved off to another law firm shortly after, and I've not seen her since. She's not listed in the local legal directory any more.

I know enough to know that we weren't "meant" for each other, but I wonder if I'll ever again have such anonymous, wild and wet sex?



The Mirror



Cheryl came home from work tired and ready to unwind. she sat on the edge of her bed as she started taking off her uncomfortable work clothes. She kicked off her high heels and immediately felt relief. She stretched her toes and fell back onto the bed with her blouse half unbuttoned. As she lay there she noticed her full-length mirror. She stood up in front of it to examine herself. She slowly finished unbuttoning her blouse exposing her black bra. The rest of her clothes came off quickly falling into a pile on the floor. She rubbed her erect nipples with each hand. She watched herself rub and pull on her own nipples, stimulating herself. She began to moan as she started kneading her breasts.

She stopped suddenly. Her eyes flew open and she walked down the hall to bathroom; she turned on the hot water to make herself a bubble bath. When the water was just right, Cheryl dipped her foot in feeling the hot water cover her skin. As she slipped in she could feel her muscles relax. The water stimulated every nerve on her body. She let the water support her as she let her hands wander her body. As her body rose in the water, her nipples touched the cold air, making them tighten. Her fingers traced her skin, up the curve of her breast to her hard nipples; her fingers pinched sending waves of pleasure through her body. 

Cheryl reached up for the soap and began to wash herself. She washed every inch of her body with detail; paying special attention to her nipples and pussy. She let her washcloth drag against her nipples keeping them erect and sensitive. Steaming, Cheryl stepped out of her bath and grabbed a towel. With her skin still sensitive, the towel emitted pleasure through her as she dried herself.

Now clean and dry, Cheryl went back to her room with the towel wrapped around her body. She sat on her bed; her thighs began rubbing back and forth against each other, her smooth skin felt so sexy. One of her hands began to drop from her towel-covered breast. She massaged herself through the towel feeling the texture against her hand. She undid her towel and let it fall around her. She let her hands touch her soft, clean skin. Her hand felt the underside of her breast as her hand glided against her skin. She began to let it fall down, across her stomach to her pubic hair. She pressed into her pubic bone and let out a moan. Her hand slipped between her thighs to feel her wet, warm pussy. Cheryl's finger lightly ran across her lips to her clit, teasing herself. She began to rub her clit harder until her legs began to shake. She sat down and spread her legs wide so she could look at her fingers teasing her engorged clit. Soon she began slipping fingers into her pussy. Each added more pleasure to her building orgasm. 

Just as she began to reach the peak, she stopped and went to her drawers. She reached under her folded panties and pulled out a beautiful glass dildo. She sat back down to resume admiring the beauty of the glass next to the beauty of her nipples. She teased herself with it, rubbing it against her nipples. The cold made them stand up. She then brought the tip to her pussy. The cold glass touched her clit shooting electricity through her. She began to lubricate the dildo with her sweet honey. She brought it back up to her nipples and spread the lubricant over each nipple. Her nipples grew even harder. She licked the rest of her juices off of the glass and returned it to her pussy. The now warm glass easily slipped between her wet lips. She gasped at the temperature, but it soon warmed up and she pumped it into herself. The glass was a blur as she began moaning and panting loudly. Surly the neighbors could hear. She hit her orgasm before she even knew it, and began into another one before the first had settled down. Her orgasms came fast and hard. Her hips bucked into the air as she tried to get the glass member deeper into her. And her eyes stayed fixed on the mirror. 

Her cum covered her hands, the glass and the floor. She licked it off of her hands and the glass as she lay on her bed exhausted; post cum waves washed over her skin as she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of what she saw in the mirror.



The Mirror



It was a warm July night as I strolled across Tower Bridge from my hotel to a small Italian restaurant on the other side of the Thames. My name is Mike and I'm a businessman in my mid fifties. I've been in an important all day meeting so I'm looking forward to a relaxing drink and meal.

"Is that you, Mike?" said a female voice as I weaved my way through the crowd. I looked up and saw Emily smiling at me.

"Yes, it's me," I replied adding, "What a pleasant surprise, Emily."

Emily was a former colleague of mine in her late thirties and she wore a dark red blouse with blue jeans. We moved close to the railings so that people could pass and talked for several minutes. Emily explained that she is visiting London for a week with her two children, a boy of nine and a seven year old girl. The kids had gone to stay over with her ex-husband, who lives in Hammersmith, and Emily was enjoying some time alone.

"Will you join me for dinner?" I asked. 

"I would but I'm not dressed for a restaurant," she replied.

"Emily, you look fine to me and I can recommend a small Italian place just over the bridge."

"Okay then." 

We walked across the bridge and managed to get a quiet table in a small alcove in the restaurant. I looked across at Emily and noticed that she had gained a few pounds over the years but she looked great. Her curly jet black hair hung loose and she was wearing a little make-up. Her lovely smile was just as I remembered it.

We ate, drank wine and talked for over two hours. It had been about fifteen years since I saw Emily and she gave me a brief account of her life in those intervening years. She had married twelve years ago and they had the two children before separating then divorcing about three years ago. Emily had remained in her home town in Northern England and her ex-husband had moved to London with his work.

I watched her bum wiggle in her tight jeans while she made her way to the restroom and thought about how good she would look naked. I called the waiter over and paid the bill. When Emily returned, I noticed that she had undone a button on her blouse to reveal a small amount of cleavage.

As we left the restaurant, I turned to her and said, "Will you join me for a night cap at my hotel?"

"That would be nice, Mike," she replied with a huge smile on her face.

"My room or the bar?" I asked, wiggling my brows at her.

"Oh, you haven't changed," she giggled. "Your room sounds fine."

A few minutes later, I opened the door to my room and stood aside to let Emily go into the room. I admired her bum again as she moved past me. I took a half bottle of white wine from the minibar and poured two glasses then set them down on the small table. Emily was standing by the bed and I walked over to her and pulled her into my arms. We kissed for the first time. She opened her mouth to allow my tongue to explore while my hand stroked her taut butt.

"I want to see you naked, Emily," I whispered in her ear. She stepped back and started to unbutton her top but I stopped her and said, "Let me do that."

I moved her over close to a full length mirror then stood behind her so that she could see herself in the mirror. Slowly, I unbuttoned her blouse then slipped it off her to reveal a low cut pink bra, which struggled to contain her breasts. As I cupped her bra clad tits, I heard Emily gasp and my cock started to harden against her bum. I moved my hands to unbuckle her belt and release the fly of her jeans. When her jeans dropped to the floor, I could see she was wearing a pair of small pink panties and I looked in the mirror, seeing her eyes were wide open.

"You look fabulous," I whispered in her ear then added, "Don't move."

I moved to the side so that Emily couldn't see me then quickly took off my clothes. My cock was rock hard as I moved back behind her and it poked against her ass. I undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I could see she had large round globes with long brown nipples when I reached round to stroke her breasts. Her breathing was ragged while I tweaked each nipple between a finger and thumb then I felt Emily reach behind herself and grasp my cock.

"Do you want my cock, Emily?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yessss," she panted.

I slipped my hand inside her panties and felt a thick bush covering her cunt, which was already hot and wet. My finger traced up her slit, finding her clitoris and she gasped as I gently stroked it. I slid her panties down her legs then Emily stepped out of them and I was able to see her naked for the first time. I looked at her image in the mirror, she was slightly overweight, but her rounded figure looked magnificent. Just ideal in a man's eyes, but a woman may consider her fat. 

"You are so beautiful," I whispered, nibbling at her earlobe.

My hands moved up to squeeze her breasts while my rock hard member pushed against her butt. I licked her neck gently as my fingers teased her elongated nipples and I looked in the mirror to see her eyes were closed. I trialled one hand down her body until I reached her belly button. My other hand replaced my cock in the crease of her ass.

Her eyes shot open when my finger rubbed against her puckered hole and her breath was coming in short bursts while my fingers played with her thick pubic hairs. My other hand stroked an ass cheek with my thumb, teasing her asshole. She moaned and bent slightly forward, resting her hands against the wall on either side of the mirror for support.

My finger ran along her slit and I felt her engorged clitoris. I slid a finger into her hot, wet pussy as my thumb grazed against her clit. My other thumb continued to tease her puckered hole. Emily eyes were wide open and her body was drenched in sweat. She moaned as her first orgasm hit her and my hand was soaked in the womanly juices leaking from her cunt.

I moved my hands to her hips, pulling and bending her into a position to fuck. She was gasping as she felt my erect cock press against the opening to her hairy pussy then she shifted back so that the head entered her. My finger and thumb teased her clit while my cock slid easily into her soaking twat. My hands reached round to stroke her tits as I thrust in and out of her pussy.

"Ah, Ah," she panted. 

I moved my hand so that I could tease her clitoris as I fucked her. I could feel my own orgasm starting to build while I thrust in and out of her tight hole. Suddenly her body tensed and another orgasm hit her. I pulled my cock out of her cunt just before thick white semen erupted from my cock, landing on her back then trickling down her ass crack.

Emily collapsed onto her knees, her breathing ragged just like mine as I knelt down behind her to lick my cum from her beautiful bottom. As our breathing returned to normal, I crawled up alongside her and I kissed her, transferring some of my sticky cum into her mouth.

"I've never been taken like that!" she exclaimed then added, "I didn't know sex could be so good!"



The Mirror



It was one of those spring days that are just perfect. She sat on a bench by the pond watching the ducks swimming in the water. A soft breeze gently lifted her shoulder length hair from time to time. Soft scents from flowers blooming filled the air. Nearby was a quaint little shopping area. People were milling about, so she decided to do a little browsing....

She wandered into an antique shop and began to look around. There were some beautiful old things and some junk mixed in as well. She touched a lot of the items feeling their history in her hands. For some reason she was drawn to the back corner of the store. There, hidden among some furniture, was a mirror. It was exquisite. Large and ornate it just stood in its' frame propped up against the wall. She peered around to see if anyone was nearby to tell her about the mirror. There was no one! She reached out to run a hand gently down the frame.

She felt a strange jolt! Suddenly, in the mirror, a man began to appear. It was almost as if he were an apparition. He was handsome in appearance, in fact, she felt as though she had known him before. She just stared at him for the longest time. He beckoned to her with his eyes. They were inviting and tawny in color. They had a light about them, somewhat worldly. Mesmerizing would be a good way to describe them. Her eyes drifted shut as she felt myself falling into a trance.

When she opened her eyes, all her senses went on alert. She could feel every pore in her skin. Her face immediately began to blush with excitement and anticipation. She knew just what he wanted from her even though he didn't utter a word! Did she know him before? Possibly. 

She felt as though she knew him intimately as well. He smiled at her with sure intention. "Hello, Leigh," he whispered to her as he lifted his hand to caress her cheek. Stunned was how she felt. How did he know her name? He spoke in a deep voice that vibrated right through her body. She felt a strange sensation, almost as if she were flying. He held his hand out to her. The next thing she knew was stepping into the mirror.

She looked around and realized they were no longer in the store. Somehow they had been transported into his world, a meadow field. The mirror was still there. There it was, propped up against a lone tree and they were still in front of it. She felt decadent! Outdoors, with the wind blowing softly around, she knew she was going to have sex with this man. The atmosphere was almost ethereal. She felt free to let herself go and take what she wanted. She wanted him! She wanted him buried so deep inside her pussy that she wouldn't be able to tell where they separated.

"Only you..." he said to her as she looked at him with sexual desire written all over her face. "You are the only one for me," he continued as he began to touch her breast. "We've been here before Leigh, do you remember?" he purred into her ear. 

Her mind was working overtime. There was something there, foggy, in the back of her mind. Was it recognition of prior times? She wanted to repeat the hazy memory that she was having. To feel the sexual desires building inside of her. The wetness, the slippery heat.

Facing the mirror as he began to lift her hair away from the base of her neck. He gently blew against her tender skin. It tickled and aroused her at the same time. Then he pressed his lips against her neck. Her sundress was blowing softly, the skirt gently teasing her legs. Softly he kissed and licked all along her neck. Her legs were feeling weak and she started to moan. They slowly turned to face each other the trancelike feeling continuing. She wanted to touch him! His erection so much! 

She wanted to take him in her hands. She placed her hands on his chest. He placed his hand on one of hers and slowly slid it down the front of his chest. He placed it right on his cock. She could feel how hard he was! Hard as steel! "This is what you do to me Leigh," he said "you make me want you beyond all reason." 

She felt electrified! The current washed over her, leaving her breathless. She began to rub him through his pants. She couldn't get close enough though! She wanted more and she wanted it right now!

While she continued to stroke him, he began to remove my clothing. He started by unbuttoning the buttons on the front of her dress. They opened very easily. All the while his eyes were caressing her breasts. Her nipples hardened into two tight buds. She could feel them tightening and beginning to tingle. She felt like an arrow of desire had shot her. It went straight from her nipples to her pussy. Once all the buttons opened he slid the dress off her shoulders and lifted it away. Ahhh, the freedom she felt. She was outdoors with the warm sun shining down on her body. That was a pleasure in itself.

"Ahhhhhh yessss, just as I remember," he said to her as he ran his hands all over her body. "Look at us in the mirror, Leigh...Do you remember yet? We were magical together. Let me show you how incredible we were!" She was having a hard time catching her breath. He was saying all the right things and touching her in all the right places. As her dress opened, her breasts tumbled out and he immediately leaned forward to take the hardened nipples into his mouth

He sucked, kissed & teased them until they were harder then diamonds. More arrows of desire were shooting through her body. His hand slid down into her wet panties. His hand began an intoxicating rhythm against her silken lips. The combination of him sucking her nipples and touching her folds was bringing her close to an orgasm. She wanted his clothing gone immediately! Frantically tearing at his loose cotton shirt! She couldn't get all the buttons undone so she just ripped it open. The buttons went flying. He understood her desperation at trying to disrobe him. "Let me help," he said trying to calm me down. She nodded while still grasping for the buttons on his pants. He helped undo them. Together they pushed his pants down and he kicked them away along w/ his underwear. He was naked! What a sight to behold. She wanted to look at him! To taste his cock!! She wanted him to fill her with his hot cum!!

They fell to their knees, embracing and began to kiss passionately. What is a kiss, you ask? They were like starving people at a feast. They were relentless in our hunger. Their tongues mingled and breathes became one. They opened their mouths as wide as they could. Their bodies were lined up just right. His hard cock was straddled in between her legs and rested right up against her swollen lips. She still had my soaked panties on. He was thrusting against her over & over. 

"I want to taste you, again" he whispered as he started to lean down lower. He removed her panties with his mouth as she leaned back on her elbows. Dipping his head down to taste her, his tongue was masterful. He licked her wet pussy and stroked her thighs with his hands.

The combination of sensations was bringing her to the edge. "I can't hold back, please," she breathlessly murmured. The sensations were getting too strong! 

Just as she was about to take his cock into her damp, swollen lips, she felt a different sensation... a kind of tapping. "WHAT! WHAT?" was all she could say? The sunlight disappeared and the haze was lifting. "Where am I?" Leigh was no longer in the field. 

The words became clear "Miss! Miss! Can I help you? The store is about to close." She turned around and a young man in a sweater & jeans was waiting for a response. Leigh looked around & she was in an antique store. All her clothes were in place. Looking for the door, she made a quick exit. As she left & turned around... the mirror was still there. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She wanted to leave but was also being beckoned. The memories were still so fresh. Ohhhhh, it was so erotic. 

Was it deja vu? Leigh promised herself she would return ....to see the Mirror.



The Mirror



You awake early. You rise and see that I am asleep. You watch my chest rise and fall. You smile to yourself. You have felt my chest before and you smile. The feel of my chest against your hands as you remember running your hands lightly along my chest. The memories of the feeling bring a smile to your face and other places. Your hand touches my chest and you feel it rise and fall, the power of it and yet careful not to wake me from my sleep. Deciding to let me have my late start you rise from the bed. 

Light beams in from the northern window as you search idly for your bed robe, thrown so hastily on the floor last night after Italian food and perhaps too much wine for the both of us…perhaps. You go where the robe lies on the floor, where I pulled it away from your body and threw it to the floor, with the desire that you saw in my eyes. Slowly you pick it up. You hold it to yourself, but you feel the sun on your toes, the warmth that feels very good this morning. Slowly you let the sunlight fully envelop you, warmth touching you. You feel the light on your breasts and it feels very good, almost as though the caress of my hands on you. A thought occurs, and quickly your head turns to search me out, in the hopes I saw you in the light, waiting to be touched, but I still sleep. You sigh, and yet you are slightly excited, as though you are getting away with something. You giggle and twirl in the light. Once again you look, and silently curse me for not waking to join you in your dance in the light, to throw you down on the bed and show you that I am a man and you a woman and all the joys of our joining. 

You sigh, and silently make a note to punch me in the ribs for not waking sometime soon. You head to the kitchen for your morning dose of coffee. You brew the coffee, but your mind slips back to last night. The memories of my touch flood you. My hands roaming your body. My hands on your slim legs, the backs of your knees, the small of your back, holding your breasts perfectly. The steam drifting into the air brings you back to the present morning. You fill your mug with the brew and then another for me. You head back to the bedroom sipping from your morning mug. You see me asleep still and wonder if I intend to sleep the whole day. You set my mug on the nightstand and a wicked thought comes of a way to wake me up, but you decide to save that for a later day. 

You head to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. You let the water run. You splash some water on your face and search for your favorite comb. A comb I bought for you after you saw it and begged me to have it. You take it and begin to stroke your fiery red hair. A ritual you never skip. One hundred strokes you begin silently counting out. You see me suddenly in the mirror and give a slight jump. Quickly you smile as I come to stand behind you. You feel my hand on your ass and I slide my hand gently up your back. I wrap my arms around your belly as you continue to brush your hair and you feel the strength of my arms against your soft skin. You brush your hair still. I watch you in the mirror and I am captivated by you as you brush your hair. As you brush your hair, I watch your breasts heave slightly. You smile and bump me and say "morning lover". I smile and kiss your neck. I take your hand in mine and slowly stroke your fiery red hair. Soon I am stroking your hair as you wrap your hands around yourself. 

You turn and smile. I stop. "Please don't stop John" you whisper. I stroke your hair once again, and you kiss me. A quick touch of your lips to mine. Another stroke, and another quick kiss, but not so quick as the last. I brush again and receive a longer kiss. Each stroke of your hair brings a longer kiss. Soon our tongues mingle and meet. You love the taste of my lips, the smell of me. I lift you onto the bathroom counter, breaking our kiss ever so briefly. You spread your legs slightly as I lean on the counter for support. You take the comb from my hand and lay it carefully on the counter. You run your fingers through my chest hair, down my side, giggling slightly at the thought of the punch you promised me. You slide your fingernails down my shoulders and arms, marking me as yours.

Softly you tell me "I'm ready John," the brushing of your hair has made you warm. A morning ritual and strangely foreplay. "Lay with me, be with me, in me, John" you say. You bite my neck lightly and laugh, marking me once again. I scoop you up in my arms and carry you to the bed. The bed in covered in sunlight and we make love in the sun for the rest of the morning.



The Mirror...



A mirror sat in front of her parted thighs. Her cunt had lost the smoothness over the last five years. At one time it had looked magnificent, something so sensuously shaped, so alluring, a wonderment to the eyes of man. 

Now, it looked slightly stretched, worn and tired. 

Through years of self-abuse, childbirth from two years ago and a constant need of sex, this unquenchable nymphomaniac now prodded the wilting lips with slow melancholic movements. She took a deep drag from her cigarette and exhaled the thick fumes, which dulled the edges of the image that reflected back the fear she stared at.

'Times against me,' she said to herself. 

The phrase felt terrifyingly real. The realisation that she had burnt most of her youth and beauty away, and that from here on out, she would rapidly decline and lose the power she held over men. 

She snapped her legs shut and lit another cigarette from the one that was almost finished. 

A noise came from within the bathroom, followed by a flash of a man behind her, who fell quickly back into the bed. She hadn't the energy or will to engage in any conversation with him. She couldn't even remember his name. They hadn't even talked, apart from a few fleeting words of exchange. The rest had been her body language, the way she had flaunted her flesh, her overt sexuality, and the filthy-fuck-fiend-look that she normally exuded from her green eyes in the moment of desire. 

'Times against me,' she whispered to herself.

Thoughts of the future her began rippling into other thoughts, which in turn rippled into ever-wider thoughts that made her head start to spin and rip and reel. She couldn't shake it, the horror and knowing of what is and was to become.

She stubbed out her cigarette and slowly made her way over to the bed. The man was naked, lying asleep on his back, the sheets crumpled and spread out about him. 

She felt empty inside and wanted so badly to feel anything else but the numbness that wrapped and curled around her, slowly choking her inner self. 

She had to fuck, to escape reality, even if only fleetingly. 

Her fingers glided along the man's inner thigh, he stirred slightly. The closer her hand moved to his groin the more blood started to flow there. She felt detached from this scene though, as if it was another who made her movements. Inside her mind she was fighting for control, for that surge of absolute lust that strikes at one and then possesses the mind, hijacking the entire being and taking over through to the fury of the climax. 

She was now stroking his balls and caressing the base of his prick, which soon shot up erect. She gazed at the black hole below her. The man was now moaning with pleasure as she started to gently pull it up and down. Moving onto the bed she crawled on her hands and knees between the man's parted legs. She grabbed hold of his cock again and moved her mouth over its tip and slid her tongue over it. She quickly pulled away. It tasted foul to her, stale and rotten from the fuck they had had before.

Her insides twitched. She had to fuck, she had to lose herself, even if only for a moment.

Straddling over his crotch she spat on her hand and rubbed her saliva upon his whole shaft before holding it against her clit and moving her groin against it. She started to feel some pleasure, and concentrated on this distant feeling. Slowly she kept gliding, feeling herself starting to get a little wet. The smell of sex began to waft upwards into her nostrils. The man still lay with his eyes closed, as if dead, only moving his mouth from grunts and groans. 

An animalistic need started to shake through her. It was starting to happen, that point when everything quickly fades away but the sensations of fucking, of its delirium. Her cunt was getting wetter, she couldn't take it any more and so positioned herself over the tip of his prick and sunk down the entire way. She shut her eyes and tilted her head back and kept like that. She didn't move her body but the soft walls inside of her, which contracted along the man's girth. At the end of his groin line she couldn't get any more cock into her, this was all the length the man could offer her hunger, her greed.

She started riding, feeling the thing plunge in and out, and playing with the inches that were there. Her fingers pulled on his nipples and she felt that sudden surge of power, of absolute control, a deeper moan emanated from him. She was in charge of this event, of what was happening, and so began moaning herself now, her hips starting to bang away as she moved faster with ravenous want. She sucked on her forefinger and then pushed it up her arse. Louder she moaned, moving increasingly faster, her free hand gripping the man's stomach for balance as she closed her eyes tight and kept rocking back and forth to an internal beat. Her hips pounding ever harder as the man grabbed her thighs and held them firmly. His upper body tightened as he held on, and then to thrust his crotch upwards. She gasped as he held this position. Her head tilted back further as he reached upwards and pulled on her hardened nipples. Again she let out a loud moan and felt the feelings of the man grabbing her hips and pulling her back and forth. Here, she felt herself go and went along with what he was doing as her heart started pounding faster with excitement, her juices rolling around wildly in her cunt and an orgasm building rapidly. She pushed him back hard and placed her hands around his neck and putting a little force there she rocked back and forth quicker and quicker. In no time at all she felt it about to break through. The man's body clenched up and sent off a stream of hot spunk into her that triggered off her own orgasm, which swamped her wet with cum. 

She then felt the man's hands come about her and pull her into his arms. She felt repelled by this hallucinogenic tenderness, this utter falseness, and so she got up, wrapped her kimono around her body and lit a cigarette. She sat again in front of the mirror and stared deeply into her own eyes, feeling such an overwhelming crushing sentiment of loathing. 

She takes another deep drag and slowly breathes the thick fumes out, the smoke curls about her, dulling the edges of her image.

(c) 2005



The Mirror



I woke in the morning feeling ever so slightly dazed. After a night filled with dreams of beautiful women in expensive and sexy evening gowns and a sense of general but vague excess. I had woken up surprised alone in my own bed. Feeling quite horny & very hungry for some reason. I thought I could smell cooking, meat being roasted, fresh bread and expensive coffee. And I thought I could hear giggling, women giggling softly. I shook my head and got out of bed. I could still hear & smell it, but it seemed distant and dreamlike, but it definitely seemed to be coming from the bathroom. I shook my head again trying to clear my head of my dreams lingering tendrils and stepped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, & to get ready to go to work. 

I just stood there astounded. In the large bathroom mirror there was an unfamiliar girl looking back at me. She was about 23 or so, and astonishingly beautiful, with long straight silky golden hair, so blonde it was nearly white, and the widest & deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. She was also naked and dabbing herself with makeup in what I supposed was the reverse of my mirror. Then she stopped and looked at me as open mouthed as I must have been. She reached out to touch the mirror seemingly bemused as the reflection didn't seem to follow her movements. Her soft full lips parted prettily in curiosity. I heard the jangle of a tiny bell & looked down at her sweet full breasts in surprised. Her nipples were pierced and a tiny chain was held taut, by the swell of her breasts and her upturned pert nipples. On the thin chain, with its heart shaped links hung a tiny bell, swinging freely along the chain between her nipples. I saw the palm of her hand touch the surface of the mirror and then come through. But then as I reached out to touch her hand with mine. To lay my palm flat along hers. But just before I touched her hand with mine my own hand seemingly passed through the mirror too. With a warm slippery sensation and then I touched her. And suddenly I was looking back at my own reflection in the mirror. That was very weird, I told myself, I must have still been half asleep.

But then I looked back at the mirror, watching numbly & astonished as my reflection stepped back & away from the mirror. A smile on my lips as if suddenly unable to believe my luck. My reflection turned hastily and walked away from the mirror, stepping through the bathroom door and turning off the bathroom light before closing the bathroom door, plunging the mirror into darkness for a flicker of a second, before once again I was staring at the pretty girl in the mirror.

I felt a gentle nudge at the side of me and heard the jangle of bells. Still in shock I looked down then around at the flash of yellow a the fringe of my vision. Looking again at the mirror I saw it was my long blonde hair, and the bell that I had heard was my own hanging from my breast chain.

"emily hey emily, hurry up and get ready." I heard a whisper net to me, the soft voice feminine and anxious.

I looked round and looking at me was another pretty girl, kneeling next to me at the mirror. On the other side of me another girl. We were kneeling facing the mirrors squashed together a line of girls all busy with cosmetic trays.

I looked at her and opened my mouth as if to speak, but then no words seemed to come.

"Emily still thinking of the Masters bed, hurry up." She was smiling.

"Yes, thank you." I heard myself murmur, quite breathless.

She giggled as if in reply & I heard myself giggle too.

As I giggled I felt my head swim momentarily. I looked back in the mirror but it was still the pretty girl looking back at me, kneeling nude next to lots of other very pretty girls. My instincts or body seemed to take over, as my consciousness suffused with memories and familiarity. A familiarity & knowledge that wasn't mine, but was mine as I had the curious sensation of being a passenger or being on auto pilot. Was I still dreaming it didn't feel like I was, but. I lifted the blusher brush to my cheeks expertly brushing them softly & then down and around my breasts and belly, on my bottom with the soft brush too. Then just a hint of mascara & eyeliner applied lightly. Framing my deep blue eyes, widening them seemingly effortlessly & naturally. & then the lipstick deep and pink & the lip gloss extremely glossy like a mirror or glass. On the surface it dried quickly but inside my lips it was moist & sticky, feeling quite obscenely slippery. I looked up again brushing my hair quickly. The other girls around me were already veiling themselves. I reached around my ears and found mine. Fastening the tiny slippery mouth veil across my lips. It was very glossy but completely see through too where it touched my skin. And especially across my lips. I gasped as it slipped across them my lips parting ever so tinily. The veil slipping inside the opening, maddeningly sensuous where it touched and glided across my lips. It was pink a very pale pink that I can only describe as a light candy pink that looked like it had some whitish clear liquid smeared across the surface of it. Like thinly smeared semen over fabric I thought with a start. I looked around myself at the other girls and their veils. They're veils were equally lurid but of different soft pretty colours. We were all blondes. Blondes were usually confined to the club for domestic, servile chores. 

The brunettes, red heads and raven haired beauties were already out, rented to local businesses for a small fee, to perform the many tasks deemed suitable for females. They would return in the evening a small coin held in their mouths. Their rent was paid weekly, the coin in the mouth a half share of any tips accrued. One half to the owner of the business & one half for the club that owned us and them. Girls were punished if the tips were too small. Strictly & quite severely by both the owner of the businesses & by the owners of the club. So girls quickly learned to always come back with good tips. There was always a great deal of anxiety about this as the Masters decided what was a good tip amount and what might have been acceptable one day might lead to a whipping the next. Also the girls couldn't count, were illiterate and had no knowledge of the coinage. The coins were tossed into a pot, they were a trifling amount really, but a trifling amount that could get an unfortunate girl a severe whipping.

"Hurry up pretty little bimbos"

I heard an authoritative voice behind me. A male voice. We all stood quickly. Before I stood I managed to catch a glimpse of the man behind me. Well of his lower legs and the black well worn riding crop swinging idly from his hands. I was suddenly very apprehensive and eager to be quickly obedient.

"Hurry up and get serving the Masters their breakfasts"

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

We all stood around him, nude and eager as he handed out tiny little silk aprons. Each one matching the colour of veils. They just about covered our breasts and pubic mounds. The aprons were fastened by the string around your neck across the back then tied the strings snugly underneath our breasts in a bow that could be simply tugged loose. You tied the strings quite snugly though so it lifted and plumped your cleavage prettily. The aprons left the back & our bottoms completely naked. As if to emphasise this he was patting our bottoms as we quickly ran to the kitchens. With either the flat of his palm or the tip of the whip. As I went to follow the other girls The man stopped me with a firm pat on my bottom curling his very large hand around and underneath them.

"Serve well and one of you pretty bimbos can fetch me my coffee later & suck my cock." He said it too all of us but seemed to be looking down at me.

I suddenly felt extremely hot and moist between my thighs and incredibly vulnerable. I had woken feeling aroused but now I was immeasurably more aroused and afraid too.

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I whispered, my voice very tight as I could feel my heart almost bursting in my throat.

He laughed and loudly slapped my bottom again hurrying me and the rest of the girls to the kitchens. 

The firm slap stung and smarted, I could feel tears just welling in my eyes. Confirming to me that I wasn't dreaming, I was wide awake and here. 

We tried to hurry as best as we could but our ankles were chained in quite delicate but secure ankle bracelets with a short and equally obdurate 10 inch chain between the bracelets. The chains links were heart shaped like my breast chain, but the links were larger and it also had a bell swinging freely on it. All the girls had these ankle bracelets, however some girls had a tiny breast chain like myself whereas others had their nipples individually belled. The choice I'm assuming hadn't been mine or theirs but seemed to suit them beautifully nonetheless. Although we were hobbled we still had to move quickly and this had the effect of making us feel quite breathless and anxious. As well as making our curvy bodies our sweet breasts bounce and jiggle with each step causing the bells to ring prettily.

In the kitchens there a couple of girls cooking & generally preparing food. Plates & platters of cooked meat & freshly baked bread. Pots of the most delicious coffee I had ever smelt. They weren't wearing aprons but light cotton smocks already smeared with food.. They had very long straight dark hair and an air of superiority to us. We kept our eyes down & answered meekly to them as miss, yes miss, thank you miss. Though they were quite obviously servants just as we were, here they were in charge.

A couple of us were immediately stripped of their aprons and set to cleaning pots and pans. They looked utterly forlorn as they set about the huge & growing mound of washing. As if to emphasise this the two brunettes had short leather switches and didn't hesitate to switch the unfortunate pair. In response the two blondes would cry out and reply eagerly, 'yes miss thank you miss' smiling though in tears.

What sort of a place was this? But I didn't have time to wonder long as we were all quickly instructed to start carrying out food to the men. I looked around me at the other blondes, starting to carry out plates filled with delicious food.

In the main tabled area spacious and comfortable, groups of men were seated at various tables. The man with the whip was directing us. I was directed to one table with 4 men seated around it. They were well dressed and groomed. In I suppose smart casual wear. Tailored shirts & slacks highly polished shoes and expensive looking jewellery and watches. Their clothes had been laundered and pressed perfectly by other girls as the men had slept 

"Good morning Masters." I said prettily, anxious to be pleasing, placing down the first plate.

The first man looked up briefly as I put down his plate but didn't reply, nor show even a flicker of interest in me. In fact none of them bothered to reply. Feeling small and humiliated I quickly went back to the kitchen for more plates of food & coffees. I had to carry each item of food individually & quickly to the men. Then stand unobtrusively to one side of the table waiting on them. They chatted and laughed confidently between themselves, only pausing occasionally to snap their fingers at me with curt directions. The other girls & I were quite literally rushed off our feet running back and forth to the kitchens, with plates of food & coffee. As the men chatted I was aware that although I could understand the words. The language was English of sorts, but most of what they were discussing was incomprehensible to me. Business, politics current affairs were being discussed. But I was entirely ignorant of such matters, even the terms meant nothing to me, except that it was important and the business of the men. I felt dumb and ignorant, such things were not for my pretty little head. I suddenly realised that I couldn't even count the number of times I had been sent to the kitchens for more food, except that I had been sent many times.

The food looked absolutely delicious, everything from the bacon, the small steaks the sausages was of the finest quality, cooked & arranged on the plates to perfection. My mouth and nostrils were being tormented by the flavours. And the coffee smelt so fresh and delicious. The men consumed an awful lot of food, but looking at them all looked trim and healthy full of vitality. Looking at the girls serving so perfectly we were all beautiful & alive with health too. 

When the men were finished eating & after I had cleared away the plates I was sent back to the kitchens for hot moist towels. With a shock I realised that I was to wipe their hands for them as they held them out to me. I did so perfectly, keeping my eyes lowered respectfully. They didn't thank me in the least, just waved me away when they were satisfied. Then they lit up cigarettes & I nearly swooned with the sudden craving. But I just stood there patiently waiting on them.

Finally after a few more coffees & smokes they looked as they were starting to stir. One of them snapped his fingers at me & I stepped forwards.

"Yes Master?" I said eagerly compliantly.

He cupped my bottom patting it. And said to the other seated men.

"Shall we give this slut a tip, for her service?"

"Why should we waste our coppers to spare her little bottom the leather." One of them replied casually .

He & the other men laughed at me as I gasped softly with fright & felt myself pale.

The other man patted my bare bottom again.

"Open your pretty little mouth slut." He told me.

"Yes Master." I whispered.

He took a few cheap looking copper coins from his wallet and pushed them into my mouth, watching approvingly as my lips closed around them. Although I had no knowledge of currency I knew instinctively that the sum was paltry & virtually worthless to them.

"No need to thank us girl." He smiled at me with my mouth full, patting my bottom more firmly this time. I had been dismissed.

I quickly went back to the Master with the whip, he was sitting watching the goings on. Kneeling before him he opened my mouth and examined them. He was patting the riding crop across his knees thoughtfully as he counted the coins.

"So few emily?." He enquired lifting my eyes to his.

I looked up frightened, realizing I had no idea of how much value the copper coins had or didn't have.

He tossed the coins into the large brass pot on the floor besides him. Partially filled with the coins from the other girls. If the pot wasn't satisfactorily filled we would be punished. A couple or even all of us whipped with the crop. The pot was large and never looked particularly full. Then he smiled patted my head.

"Good girl emily, go and clean the tables."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I cried out in relief.

Getting up quickly but gracefully to clear away the breakfast things. In the kitchen the two girls cleaning pans and now a mountain of plates were both now tearful. One of them was asking the other girls bringing in the plates.

"Where the Masters very handsome this morning?"  

The girl being questioned, was smiling teasingly seemingly relishing the tiny bit of power, the information gave her.

"Oh yes they were so lisa."

"Oh were they really?" She seemed so pathetic, jealous and anxious.

One of the dark haired girls came over and switched them both. They both squealed in surprise and pain.

"Back to your chores." They were told sharply.

"Yes miss thank you miss." They both said together.

I realised that I had been watching them smugly, feeling quite superior as I listened to the exchange. But I had jumped too as they had been switched. I hurried on with my chores, anxious to avoid the switch.

We cleaned the tables and the eating area. Then polished the wooden tables with little more than our effort and tiny cloths. When we had finished the area looked like it had never even been used. The kitchens were spotless too. The two dark haired girls were busy preparing vegetables and meat for lunchtime. There was a large bucket of scraps. Large chunks of meat & nearly full sausages. I could feel my mouth watering. But this was not for us, neither was it for the dark haired girls, but simply to be discarded. The pleasures of good food & drink, leisurely breakfasts, cigarettes, like all other things including pretty girls like me were for the Masters enjoyment. 

We were all summoned from the kitchens and set to other chores. The area of the club was very large and the leather chairs, occasional tables and hard floor tiles were to be scrubbed and polished, prepared for lunchtime. The girls were stripped of their aprons. I however was left till last and the Master with the whip lifted my eyes to his & patted my flank with the whip.

"Go and fetch me a coffee and bring it to me outside emily."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I whispered throatily, running swiftly back to the kitchens.

I could see the other girls looking at me jealously & approvingly out of the corners of their eyes.

The 2 brunettes in the kitchen were also I sensed jealous and a little disparaging.

"Hurry & go and please your Master little cocktoy, make sure He enjoys His coffee."

I looked at them hesitantly for a second or two.

"Yes miss, thank you miss." I replied submissively.

One of them smiled and stroked my hair, smoothing down my back. "Good girl emily."

"Thank you miss."

I took the coffee outside & through the club, where the other girls were already busy scrubbing & polishing. Stepping outside the club onto the veranda into the bright sunshine I was astonished.

Outside the club it was lovely. A small white stoned seaside town, with cobbled streets. The club was quite close to the sea I could see a beach below the veranda. Just off in the distance I could see a road with expensive, very expensive sports cars driving along it. To one side of the veranda there was an area of small shops and restaurants. All seemed to be staffed by pretty girls barefoot in very brief floral dresses. None of the girls were blondes and all seemed to be happy & contented to be working in the sun. They're were very few men about as it was still quite early. And when a man approached one of the stalls the girls would gather round him eagerly, but not crowding him. Anxious to be pleasing to him. On one such stall a couple of men were eating freshly grilled fish, the smell of which was delicious even from here. In a few places some of the girls were sitting in the sun chatting, as they waited to serve. But as soon as a man even hinted at approaching them they became instantly obsequious and submissive. What sort of a place was this I wondered, & how wonderful it must be to be a man here.

But my body & my instincts knew exactly what sort of a place this was. & as if to emphasise this the man with the whip snapped his fingers almost impatiently. Or was it his fingers snapping or the leather of the riding crop, the pleasure whip, on the side of his chair. I dropped to my knees immediately, to one side of his chair, gracefully kneeling. I kept my eyes lowered below his belt as I knelt them looked up from him from my knees on the hard stone patio. With his coffee in both hands I lifted it across my belly and rolled it between my breasts causing my cleavage in the tight apron to swell and plump pleasingly. Then I lifted the cup upwards to my lips, kissing just the very edge, or tip of the rim tenderly, softly, humbly. I felt a warm wave of submissive, loving desire to please him, wash over me. Originating from my belly, from an internal space between my thighs, deep inside me. Still trembling I lifted the cup upwards to him, looking up at him but keeping my gaze lowered submissively. Kneeling like this as he was seated above me, he seemed so big and powerful. So important & I felt utterly inferior to him. 




The Mirror



"Your coffee Master and a slave who hopes to please You Master." I whispered a lot more throatily than I expected

He tipped his sunglasses slightly upwards and looked down at me, then indicated that I was to kneel closer in front of him.

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I whispered, creeping closer to him as he opened his knees.

"Your coffee Master and emily's soft lips for Your pleasure Master." I was almost choking with desire to please him.

He reached down and took the coffee, tipping His sunglasses back into place. The sun was bright. Bright and hot on my naked back, the stone tiles, warm and slightly uncomfortable under my knees. He was seated in the shade. I felt an uncontrollable shiver of excitement as his fingers brushed the tips of mine, when he took the cup.

"What is the matter with you this morning emily? ." He asked not unkindly, amused.  

"Master?" I whispered feeling incredibly vulnerable

"Your pretty little head seems particularly empty, almost distracted this morning."

"Yes Master, emily doesn't know Master, she feels very emotional this morning Master." I almost stammered. 

As I referred to myself in the third person, automatically, naturally. I felt even more inferior & vulnerable.

"A pretty little bimbo like you should be emotional, kneeling before your Masters"

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

He was toying with the whip absent mindedly. Then he lifted the leather tab to my veiled lips. I started to kiss it, to cover it with soft kisses without thinking, knowing it was expected of me. The tab was supple but hard. The smell of the leather strong, very masculine. But also on the whip I could smell & taste the aroma's of sex and fear.

"Perhaps I should whip you emily and send you back to your chores."

"Ohh Master." I burst into tears, sobbing as I kissed the whip.

"Or perhaps I should spank you before you serve me slave"

"Master?" I whispered still kissing the whip fearfully , but sensing a softening in his voice.

"A little fucktoy like you should be regularly spanked."

"Yes Master."

"& you crave firm discipline don't you slave, so you serve your Masters well."

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

He put the whip to one side on the arm of his chair & I felt a hot uncontrollable gush of almost devastating relief. The emotion so powerful that I nearly choked on the hot wave, spreading from my belly and heaving bosom &  into my throat. I dropped to his feet covering them with soft submissive tearful grateful kisses. He lifted my head and my eyes to his. I was so hot and wet now utterly vulnerable, wanting to look away to run and hide but I daren't.

"But I don't feel like spanking your sweet little bottom yet this morning slave." He told me. 

At that moment I realized that my body longed to be put over his knee and to feel his firm hand on my well rounded bottom. To be disciplined by him so intimately. I felt and heard my thighs squelch, I could smell my heat. 

The amusement in his voice was evident. He was as aware, could smell, as I was excruciatingly aware of my hot arousal. The threat of the whip, or a spanking can be just as effective as its application. Inducing in me a state of utter sexual fright and vulnerability.

He pulled me closer between his knees. My lips almost touching at the bulge in his trousers. 

I looked up at him struggling to bring words to my lips.

He smiled 

"Yes you may please me slave."

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

With trembling fingers I unbuckled the belt of his linen slacks, and slid down the flies. Then my soft hands slipped inside the brushed silk of his expensive boxer shorts, finding him intoxicatingly hard and strong. I lifting his warm swollen balls and erect penis lovingly from the shorts, to my lips. 

"Master is so hard." I whispered kissing at the almost smooth sac.

"Yes Slave I am." He murmured.

I was looking up at him, the shaft and head of his penis above me, between my eyes and his.

"I was enjoying watching you and adele, serving breakfast this morning, trying to decide which of you to have fetch my coffee."

I felt a sudden rush of competitive envy, and jealousy towards adele. The girl who had been kneeling besides me at the mirrors this morning.

"Yes Master, thank You for choosing emily Master." I whispered kissing at his swollen balls through the sac.

"It is nothing slave, I may have her serve me this afternoon, or another." He told me matter of factly.

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I whispered, humiliated but still so mollified & flattered to be chosen by him at this moment.

I slipped his right testicle into my lips, rolling it with my tongue lovingly, then sucking around it. Still looking up at him as I rolled his left testicle in my soft fingers tenderly.

He sipped his coffee.

I began to suck his left testicle lovingly, rolling his now soaked right one in my fingers. His taste so warm in my soft lips. I lifted both of his swollen balls in my hands now and rolling my tongue firmly licked around them and flatly between then. Under him in a smooth long lick just flickering at his shaft.

"Please Master, may emily lick and kiss Your shaft.."

He said nothing, as I continued to lovingly kiss and lick around his now very swollen balls. Then he looked down at me & said simply.

"Yes you may." 

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

I rose up slightly on my knees and started to kiss the base of his shaft. Kissing it with just the soft swell of my lips as they plumped on him. Kissing & licking him so softly and sweetly. I could feel my own thighs hot and wet, squelching behind me. My clitoris so hard with need. Humiliatingly I realised that I was pierced and belled there too. My thighs were clamped together tightly with need and I was excruciatingly self conscious of the wet sounds I was making and my strong sweet smell of arousal. Thick and almost clinging to the air around me.

I kissed slowly upwards. Kissing around him, looking up at him lovingly, so desperate to please him. Slowly my lips began to kiss at his frenulum and the split of his corona on the underside of his glans. He was breathing steadily now, shifting ever so slightly in the chair above me. I looked up at him kissing his frenulum lovingly and murmured sweetly. 

"Please Master, may emily suck Your head Master?"

His breathing was still measured but tight as he replied.

"Yes slave you may."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I gasped happily, rising still higher on my knees between his legs.

Pursing my lips into a soft heart shaped glossy pout I looked up gratefully, then kissing him & slowly pressing down around him. Letting the firmness of the glans part and open my lips around him. Under the relative softness of the firm glans he was rock hard. My lips and mouth seemed to melt around him as I licked around the head in circles, back and forth. Then began to suck him inside me slowly and lovingly. As my lips began to sink just below the lip of his glans and corona I rose a little higher on my knees and pressed my cleavage around him tightly massaging him with my swollen breasts, glossy through the fabric of my apron. Massaged him upwards into my mouth as it sunk further and further around him. I twisted and rolled my lips on him as I bobbed slowly. My head was swirling warmly as I melted around him rapturously sucking him inside me. Over and over, for how long I don't know, blissfully loving him.

Then he tensed and my mouth was filled with a hot splash of sweet clear precum. I lifted my lips from him and looked up with my mouth full. He sipped his coffee smiling 

down at me.

"Yes girl you may swallow."

"Thank You Master." I whispered swallowing the slightly bitter, slightly sweet precum.

"How does it taste this morning slave."

"Like a taste of heaven Master, a small taste of Your pleasure Master." I replied utterly loving and subservient.

"As it should always slave."

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

He sipped his coffee again.

Then reaching down, he took my wrists behind me and snapped them into steel slave bracelets.

"Nice and deep now slut, nice and slowly."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I whimpered hotly as he started to push deeply into my mouth. His hand wrapped in my long blonde hair, at the nape of my neck. He was so big 10 inches or so and so wide. He pushed my head down firmly. Pushing against my mouth as I gagged on him, pressing his now swollen head deep into my mouth into my throat. Overcoming the gag reflex I began to suck tightly. Sucking him first in then out but not by very much. With his hand firmly in my hair he pressed my head back down again, making me gag and splutter on him again. Each time my suction pushed him slightly outwards he would push in more deeply. His testicles on my chin as he pushed so deep. Enjoying me gagging and spluttering on him as he pressed deeply into my throat. I was gasping and gagging on him then feeling myself melt around him. Melting into him, into his lust and pleasure. Feeling myself a loving throbbing, utterly dependant and subservient part of his enjoyment. I was only vaguely, dimly aware of my own body, so soaked and waxy melting on my thighs. So very nearly orgasmic, burning & flaming around him, on the very brink of climax, as the tension built and built inside him. Throbbing and pulsing, so powerfully, so unstoppable, so wonderful and masculine in its urgency.

Then he came exploding massively in my mouth. Sticky hot cum. Thick and hot powerful eruption after pumping eruption. Completely filling my mouth and around him, spurting around him onto my lips. He held my hair tightly, pressing me very deep as he came & came again. Then pulling himself free still spurting strongly he pulsed and spattered thick white globs and wads of cum all over my face. Down my apron and breasts. And then still spurting back into my already full mouth draining himself.

He sat back groaning heavily with pleasure, releasing my hair. I knelt between his legs completely utterly emotionally overcome. The connection between us burst, as my own so near climax, throbbed and ebbed. I was still so hot and wet, so needy & completely impotently frustrated. But lovingly happy and so fulfilled too that my Master had cum. 

I knelt there looking up at him as he sat back in pleasure & relief my mouth was so completely full of his hot sticky thick seed. I was choking and gagging on the thick load. Totally overwhelmed by the amount he had cum at least a cup full and so thick, thicker than yoghurt or custard. Such a strong taste and smell too, so potent and virile. I was breathing desperately through my nose. My veil was completely soaked and sticky, stuck to my mouth and nose, making it difficult to breath easily. As I waited for permission to swallow.

Eventually after a couple of minutes or longer he looked down at me and lifted my chin so my eyes were in his.

"Have you swallowed any slut?"

I shook my head desperately.

"None at all slave?"

I shook my head again.

"Your Masters cum is precious isn't it slave, and so is my permission for you to swallow?"

I nodded my head.

"You may swallow once." He told me watching me.

I gulped down a massive thick sticky gulp.

"Can you speak?"

I shook my head even more desperately now.

"Swallow again once."

Another thick slimy hot gulp.

In total it was four hot sticky gulps with his express permission, before I could finally splutter through my still thickly sticky mouth. My belly felt full of him.

"Thank You Master, emily loves You Master."

"You may swallow the rest emily."

"Yes Master, thank You Master, emily loves You Master."

My mouth and face were still sticky and wetly gummy with his cum. It was all I could taste & smell the strong smell and taste of his cum. Always so thick and always so massive.

He patted my head, then reached down and released my wrists from the bracelets.

"Did emily please You Master?"

He didn't reply then simply handed me his now empty coffee cup.

"Another coffee girl, my mouth is dry"

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I whispered rising quickly to my feet clutching his cup.

"Then you may clean me." He told me patting my bottom.

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I replied my lips sticky through my sticky soaked veil.

Inside the club the other girls were still scrubbing and polishing eagerly. Adele looked up from her knees scrubbing the tiles. Our eyes met, she was in tears, yesterday she had served him his morning coffee. I was nearly in tears too, no longer feeling jealous but deeply emotional & vulnerable. I hurried to the kitchens.

The two brunettes also seemed less superior and condescending to me. One of them came and held me softly while the other prepared Masters coffee. 

"Good girl." One of them whispered to me.

"Yes miss thank you miss."

"Lucky girl hurry back to Master." The other told me handing me his coffee.

Back on the veranda, master simply took his coffee & sent me for the cleaning bowl & towels.

I knelt between his open legs and licked him clean, then with the slightly moist towels cleaned him with the scented water & dried him with the other tiles. Behind me I could hear the market area bustling now. Confident loud male voices, and softly spoken submissive female replies. As I knelt over his lap I could hear footsteps behind me. And Master greeting several men above me as they passed. None of them paid the slightest bit of attention to me as I tenderly cleaned him.

Then when he was satisfied he pushed me away to one side and stood up fastening his pants. Sitting down again he slipped off his highly polished shoes and pushed them in my direction.

"You may polish them slave."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I said meekly.

Then while he sat there enjoying the morning I knelt sticky and soiled with his pleasure and polished his shoes lovingly.

I crept to his feet and fastened them, when they were gleaming, and looked up at him.

"You may hurry back to your chores slave, Master is finished with you now."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I was crying as I stood up

"Those repetitive servile chores will be that much more meaningful for you now with my taste and smell in your mouth wont they slave? " He said patting my bottom.

"Yes Master, thank You Master." 

"Good girl, I think I may possibly have a swim before lunch, or after lunch."

"Yes Master, this girl hopes you will enjoy Your swim Master, emily loves You Master." 

He slapped my bottom suddenly loudly and sharply. Bringing tears to my eyes as I yelped quite pathetically.

"Back to your chores now little bimbo."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I sobbed, gathering up the cleaning bowl and towel and fleeing back inside in tears, dismissed.

Inside the club it was warm and a little stifling. The air conditioning would be turned on in time for lunchtime. I knelt besides adele, wanting to feel close to her, as we scrubbed the floor together. We were both in tears emotionally fraught as we worked. Obediently cleaning the club for our masters. As we worked we whispered to each other. She had been summoned by one of the overnight guests after breakfast. He had wanted his car valeted this morning, by 2 of the bikini clad girls in the car park behind the club. And while he had waited, adele had brought him coffee and pleasured him. Then after she had been dismissed she had been called over by another of the clubs co-owners. While I had served Master on the veranda she had been sucking his associate and co-owner. It was a pleasant way for a master to start the day. With a coffee and fellatio. Also it is instructive for the girl. Bringing him coffee & serving him intimately while he enjoys the start of the day, then being sent to her chores. Still hot & wet, needy and frustrated, knowing her place.

It felt like such a long morning too, scrubbing and polishing on our knees in the stifling heat, till the air con was turned on ready for lunchtime. Our bottoms in the air behind us, higher than our heads, swinging as we worked. Our clitoris bells ringing out sweetly behind us. We had to work quietly only permitted the occasional whisper to each other. Both adele & I were quite tearful throughout the morning. & we were both still hot and wet with frustrated need for masters touch. Though in our snatches of whispers with the other slaves, so were they.

My thoughts were totally filled with fellatio and swallowing masters cum. Constantly thinking about serving the masters. Over and over in minute detail the moment when my soft lips parted slowly around the head of his penis. Or that first soft kiss & taste on his head. It was a way to make the repetitive female chores, become infused with obedient and submissive sexuality. So that even the most mundane task, was arousing and became foreplay to our intimate service. Feeling utterly inferior and dependant vulnerably longing for the validation of male attention. Master & couple of other men co owners I suppose of the club were in and out from time to time. But mainly they were lounging outside on the shaded tables, enjoying the morning. Every once in a while they would step inside, watching us briefly occasionally standing over us while we worked. One girl received 2 loud stinging lashes from the riding crops & instructed to hurry herself. For no other reason that I could discern than at his whim. She had been working just as hard and as diligently as the rest of us. The crack of the leather whip on the soft flesh of her behind had been loud and frightening, we had all jumped in alarm, feeling the sting of the whip on our own thighs.

She had sobbed fearfully at his feet, looking up placidly, smiling submissively at him through her obvious distress.

"Yes Master, thank You Master for disciplining this girl Master. This girl will work harder Master." She had gushed frightened.

He said nothing in nothing in reply. Standing over her with the whip while she desperately & furiously polished the floor tiles on all fours. Then he had moved on to stand over another girl. This arbitrary discipline distressed us all, leaving us feeling very uneasy & intensely vulnerable. The powerless sense of trepidation, completely overwhelming. Inducing in us into a humiliating subjugation and absolute compliance, as it was intended to. Then to my acute dismay the master from the veranda had come and stood behind adele & me. I heard the swish of the whip behind us then the burning sting of the leather on my tender smooth upper thighs. I had squealed pathetically then sobbed as he had delivered another stinging lash, expertly placed across the line of the first. Adele had received 2 sharp lashes too.

They knew exactly where to whip us to induce the maximum effect. Not so much on our well rounded softer bottoms. But around and under the buttock, where it joined the upper thigh and was most tender. The firm springy crop, finding the inside of the thigh too, stinging and smarting across there. And as we polished on our hands and knees, we had to keep our bottoms in the air, above the level of our heads. With our rumps alluring and exposed. 

"Thank You Master for disciplining this girl Master. This girl will work harder Master." We had sobbed together.

He said nothing just moved away satisfied. The eloquence of the whip speaks for itself. There was no malice in this brief whipping, painful as it was. Slavegirls are disciplined and directed, in this intuitively simple, efficient, and indeed satisfying manner. 

We kept our heads down as we worked, weeping at the stinging smarting pain on our behinds. The whip expertly placed where our upper thighs and buttocks were the most tender. The whips never marked or damaged the skin, but the area would be puffy and inflamed for some considerable time. In misery engulfed in pain and fear, frantically anxious not to be punished again. My veil still sticky and gummy with his cum catching on my lips, catching my gasped breath as I worked.




The Mirror



The morning was seemingly interminable as we worked then eventually the interior of the club started to cool as the air conditioning was turned on. We were all sent to freshen our make up and given our aprons back. Fortunately I was given a fresh veil and apron. Pale pink again, the masters had decided that this cheap slutty pink was a good colour for both myself and adele. The pretty, glossy colours of the other girls aprons and veils were equally tawdry and sensuous. Slutty and demeaning, totally for the pleasure of our owners & masters. Nonetheless we all squirmed and jiggled happily to be permitted this brief snatch of clothing. Jiggled and wriggled hoping Master was watching and was pleased with us.

If breakfast had seemed busy, lunchtime was hectic. The club was full of male diners. All demanding and expecting immediate and servile service. Often changing their orders on a whim or expecting, some slight change or addition and drink after drink. Ice cool ciders and beers, wines shorts. Everything was expected to be just right. I didn't really know the names of most of the items, I just numbly repeated the orders to the girls struggling in the kitchens. Or to the two men, who seemed to be in no particular hurry running the bar. We girls were all rushed off our feet, running from table to table breathlessly serving the masters. I had a few occasions to serve drinks and snacks on the veranda. & in the town the small outdoor seafront restaurants, with their straw roofed seating areas, mainly selling freshly caught grilled fish were similarly busy with male diners. & waited on hand and foot by scantily clad barefoot slavegirls. There were other shaded areas where men were sitting around drinking beer and I saw a number of girls kneeling by the men performing fellatio, while then man sat drinking. But I didn't have time to dally. No sooner had I brought drinks or food to one table, then I was summoned with a snap of the fingers to another table. While the men sat and enjoyed their lunch my occasional reward was a firm patronising pat or more often a loud, good natured, slap on my bottom.

"Good girl, emily, now fetch me another beer." & so on.

My response a surprised giggly yelp at the slap. Looking over my shoulder sultrily & submissively at the man.

"Yes Master, Thank You Master." Feeling so pathetically flattered and pleased at being called a good girl.

Finally the lunchtime rush seemed to be starting to ebb away. The club was in incredible mess of plates & glasses to be cleaned. I was relieved that the master with the whip seemed to be somewhat satisfied with the large brass pot of tips, although it still seemed to be not very full. The club didn't empty fully though. To my surprise the walls around the large seating area, without dining tables, so stifling and sticky in the morning as we had scrubbed and polished, were drawn back & opened up. Opened up onto the sunny veranda and a cooling breeze from the sea. And men in groups or individually were seating themselves there. Outside on the veranda, the area which I hadn't seen before, had a large pool and some men were swimming around relaxing. Just past this area was a large car park, filled with what looked like very expensive sports cars. These were being cleaned & polished, and valeted by dark haired slavegirls in glossy skimpy bikini's. Another area of the club was also opened up, which had a few snooker and pool tables, plus what looked like a small stage. This also needed to be cleaned.

I wasn't stripped of my apron and nor were the other girls. Instead we were set to cleaning up, all over again, whilst serving the seated men when required. I was summoned again and again fetching drinks. Fortunately when serving groups of men seated like this I was given a tray to carry several drinks at a time for the individual groups. But then each drink still had to be served individually. Raising it to my breasts and pressing and rolling it there, kissing the outside of the rim tenderly, before lifting it to the master & proffering the drink to him and my intimate service. Most of the men simply took the drink without thanking or even noticing me.

But then one master had taken his drink and gestured for me to come closer between his open thighs. After I had swallowed his cum, cleaned him & fetched him another beer, he had curtly dismissed me back to my chores. 

My face all sticky and red with humiliation. My thighs were hot and wet. I knelt besides adele and started polishing the floor. Looking at her, her face was all sticky and splattered with cum too. As we whispered to each other we spluttered into our sticky veils. We kept our bottoms high in the air as we worked on all fours. Swinging our hips together, the bells on our clitoris piercings ringing out behind us. And the bells on our nipples ringing out sweetly underneath us. Working hard, anxious to avoid a sharp whipping from one of the tavern masters, who was watching the girls work while he and the other men relaxed.

I was summoned several times that afternoon. And on at least 3 more occasions I performed fellatio on the masters as they enjoyed their drinks. It was difficult to roll the glasses between my breasts and to kiss the rim of the glass without getting sticky cum on the vessel. However I made absolutely certain that I didn't, fearing and knowing that punishment for such an offence would be severe and painful. Then towards the end of the afternoon, when the club was starting to empty, ahead of the evening entertainment, 3 men called me over and had me fetch them beers. Then they had me suck each of them in turn. They came copiously and messily in my mouth and all over me. They had all come strongly and thickly, more than a cupful, in fact more like 2 cupfuls each. The smell and taste was so strong, my belly felt full and I always felt queasy, swallowing just one mans load, let alone 3 thick wads of cum. But I had smiled gratefully and submissively. Bimboishly flattered that they had chosen me for their afternoons entertainment. 

I had fetched them more beer and cleaned them with my tongue. Then they gave me a single cheap copper coin to take to the tips pot. Because my mouth was all sticky, and my cleavage was too, they put the coin between my buttocks. Then one of them gave my bottom a sound spank, as they all laughed at me in distress clenching my buttocks tightly, anxious not to drop the coin.

"Run along now slut, we have finished with your pretty mouth."

"Yes Masters, thanks You Masters." I had whimpered in tears as I hurried away. To the sound of their amused laughter behind me.

The master with the tips pot had been watching and kept me waiting still holding the coin tightly in my buttocks. Then taking it he had slapped my bottom and sent me back to my chores. I was now filthy and sticky. I felt like my entire upper body was coated and covered in gooey cum, which it very nearly was. My thighs were so hot and wet, my intimacies felt like an ultra sensitive mass of hot sticky jelly. Judging by the smell of and the wet squidgy sounds from the other girls They were equally as helplessly wet and vulnerable as I was. The smell, very nearly a taste in the air around us, and the sensations of sex & fear, total vulnerability. 

I was literally in terror of the club masters watching over us with the whip. Not that they were too concerned with being in any way lenient. The club still had to be immaculate for the evening & customers still had to be served perfectly in any way they desired.

I had sobbed fearfully as he approached me from behind. Then the swish & terrible sting of the crop. Feeling like it was slicing or biting into my tender sensitive flesh.

"Hurry up slut." I had been told curtly.

"Yes Master, thank You Master for disciplining this slut Master. This girl will work faster Master." I had sobbed and whimpered.

"Yes you will wont you slut?." He had said chuckling and giving me a swift third lash for good measure.

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

Then towards the end of the afternoon the club started to empty and finally the masters were satisfied that everything was as it should be. The tile floors, wooden tables and leather chairs all looked immaculate & nearly brand new. As we finished off the other girls belonging to the club, who were rented out for the day were led back in. they were all wrist braceleted and leashed together. Each had her tips stuffed in her mouth. They seemed tired but happy. After each girl had, had her tips taken from her mouth, one of the club masters examined the pot and the girls, thoughtfully tapping his thigh with the whip. All the girls were apprehensive now. Often even if the amount is satisfactory one or two girls are singled out and made an example of. Whipped in front of us all. However tonight this thankfully wasn't to be the case. Though this uncertainty & vagary also had the intentional effect of keeping us unsettled and anxious to be pleasing.  

They were all unchained and they & we were led into the small back room for the slaves. The tiny tiled room was bare except for mirrors on the walls at kneeling height. And at the back of the room there was another doorway leading to 2 small patent leather curtained cages, one large and one smaller. The curtains were kept closed, retaining the aroma of the slaves who squirmed and slept in them. One curtain was red, and the smaller cage was curtained in pink leather. Unusually both curtains were see through. Though only one way, the occupants cannot see out but those captive within can be easily viewed and examined. I knew that the smaller pink curtained cage was for blonde girls like adele & me. Blonde slaves are considered inferior to even the other slavegirls and kept under stricter discipline.

There was a sunken hole in the centre of the room and one by one were permitted to squat over the hole. In full view of all the other girls and the master watching us and toilet. The master watching over us told us when we had to stop and we obeyed immediately. Nearly all of us stopping peeing before we were fully satisfied, to his amusement. There was scarcely any faecal waste just urine. Our bottoms are to be kept clear for more intimate purposes. After we had all finished, one of the blonde girls washed the area around the hole quickly. Then some of the dark haired & redheaded girls were fed, a gloopy custard type mixture, from a bowl held in the masters hand. The thick lukewarm mixture had the texture & appearance of cum. Though not I thought sluttily the pleasure of feeling that hot burst filling your mouth. Sometimes the bowl was placed on the floor and the girls had to kneel at it on all fours. Sometimes he would cup it in his hand and the girl would have to lap it from his fingers sucking his fingers clean. Or sometimes one of the girls would cup in her hands and another girl would lap it. Whatever amused him at the time. The other blondes and I weren't fed, we were knelt facing the wall while the other girls fed. 

The master had slapped my bottom "You have swallowed plenty today haven't you slut."

"Yes Master, thank You Master." I had whispered, my lips & mouth still sticky with congealed and congealing cum.

"And plenty more for you tonight emily." He told me.

"Yes Master, thank You Master, this girl hopes so Master."

"And for your ass & your intimate lips emily." He said patting my bottom firmly.

I tossed my long hair prettily looking over my shoulder up at him.

"Yes Master, emily hopes so very much Master."

He slapped my bottom again "What a hot little fucktoy you are emily."

"Yes Master, thank You Master."  

Then some large buckets full of warm soapy water were fetched and we knelt together and cleaned each other, with large sponges. The soapy water was oily too, with moisturizer and scenting oils. Also with nutrients that were absorbed through the skin. When we were finished I felt very smooth and slippery, my skin was so soft, no traces of any calluses from our work. I looked at the other girls our skin was flawless and glowing with health. Flawless and unblemished save the small brand on each of our bottoms, identifying our owners. In this case the clubs brand had been burned into our bottoms. We knelt at the mirrors applying our make up, kneeling excitedly next to each other. The master kept an eye on us but allowed us to whisper to each other, he was sat in the corner drinking a beer and toying idly with the whip as he smoking a cigarette. Obviously enjoying the sight of a roomful of nude pretty girls readying themselves, each trying to subtly outdo each other, making ourselves pretty for the men 

Before the incident in the mirror this morning. The other side of the mirror that now seemed so far away now, as if a dream. Women had spent inordinate amounts of time and attention devoted to their appearances. Vying jealously with each other and obsessing over the tiniest details of cosmetics, clothes their hair. Disingenuous and deceitful to themselves that this obsession was anything but for the pleasure and attention of men. Now that wanting to be desired was manifest in the slaves we were, slaves to our Masters.

Occasionally, furtively I would glance over my shoulder, looking at him. Then blushing look back to the mirror. I would catch the eyes of the other girls looking round too, then quickly down and back to the mirrors. Hoping that he might be watching them as I was. I bit my bottom lip, wondering how it must feel to be a man in a place like this. How wonderful it must be to have us so lovely and obedient for them. Instead of being submissive kneeling prettily at their feet. How potent & authoritative holding the whip handle must feel. Pressing it firmly to my lips, instead of kissing its stern blade obediently & fearfully. The thought aroused me terribly. I squeezed my warm thighs tightly together. I was aching for his attention so much.  

He snapped his fingers. 

"Come and get your pretty silks girls."

We all stood up excitedly crowing eagerly around his chair, but not pressing against him. He was picking out glossy silk slips from a box by his chair. One by one he handed each of us a tiny garment, with matching panties & veils. Most were baby doll slips, some with a little tie fastening the skimpy garment across the breasts. Or filmy slips with thin straps. Little more than tight flimsy lingerie, enhancing rather than covering our curves. Leaving little doubt that we were for the sexual pleasure of our masters. The blondes were made to wait till last, & adele & I made to wait till the very last. 

Master picked out 2 pale pink slips and held them out to us.

"Just these 2 left, for you."

I looked down at the box, there were plenty of other colours left. Master often played this game with adele and I.

"Yes Master."

"Are you sure the colour is not too cheap for you girls?"

"No Master."

"Not too trashy, too worthless?" He teased us

"No Master."

"Of course not, it's a very pretty colour for two pretty bimbo's isn't it girls."

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

"Two little bimbos who want to serve their masters well?"

"Yes Master, thank you Master." We chorused together.

"Good girls! I'm sure you will be made to serve well, wont you slaves?" He said patting the whip on the side of his chair.

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

He handed us the slips, I slipped into mine quickly, fastening the strap around my neck & tying the bow under my uplifted swelling cleavage. I looked down the way the slip fastened always made me feel very swollen and sensitive and bouncy. & as if at any moment I would spill out, which made me feel very self conscious as I jiggled my breasts as I walked. I slipped on the tiny panties. Almost as soon as I felt the glossy fabric on my intimacies I felt the fabric moisten and become very slippery on my labial lips and bottom. It was a maddening combination of slipperiness and hot stickiness. I was already squirming helplessly. I fastened my fresh veil. Even though it was clean, there was still the taste & aroma of fellatio on the fabric. It still had the tell tale dent at my lips. 

He pushed adele & I to our knees in front of him holding our chins and lifting our eyes to his.

"Such a pretty sight, 2 blondes so eager to serve."

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

"And such sweet breasts"

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

"So inviting, to be covered in cum."

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

"Stand up & get ready for the cage girls"

"Yes Master, thank you Master." 

We stood up very close to him, obedient but not wanting to leave his powerful male presence. 

He patted my bottom, then adele's.

"Good girls, run along now."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." We both whispered together quite weakly.

"Oh wait girls" He said suddenly

"Yes Master?"

"I think you have the wrong panties on."

I blushed and squirmed. He often played this game with adele and I.

"Take them off & show me."

"Yes Master." We both slipped down our briefs, holding them in both hands out to him.

He looked down as if in disdain at the already wet panties.

"Swap them."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." We hurriedly obeyed very refaced as I felt the wetness of adele's panties sticking to me.

"Now you are both in each others juices, aren't you?"

"Yes Master."

"& you cant tell whose slutty wetness is who's can you girls."

"No Master."

"Now you can go to the cage."

"Yes Master, thank You Master."

All the blondes were braceleted, wrists behind our backs & we were led out of the preparation room and to a small round cage in the centre of the club. The cage was curtained. Master drew back the curtain revealing the small gate. It was just high enough to crawl through on all fours and locked with a heart shaped padlock. Inside the cage, the floor was cushioned with slippery pink vinyl. The curtain was pink vinyl too and was see through in one direction. The occupants can be clearly observed but those captive within cannot see out. The interior of the cage was very warm and sticky and smelly too. The cage was infrequently aired, only briefly when the curtain was drawn back and one of the girls summoned out. Apart from that the smell of our arousal, our use and our vulnerable fear was kept in the cage. So we simmered on the stifling smell and taste of our helplessness. Mingled with the cheap perfume that is sprayed within. One by one the girls crawled into the tiny cramped cage. It was only just high enough to kneel waiting within. 

In the early evening hot meals were served, usually by the dark haired girls. Then afterwards, later in the evening only a cold buffet is served, though a girl can still be sent to the kitchen to warm up some food if a master requires it. We were left in the cage till later in the evening, squirming and whispering out of the cage. Whispering & pleading to any passing master. Begging to be chosen to kneel between his legs and please him, or to be taken to the booths and penetrated for his pleasure.

I was to be the last one into the cage. But master stopped me as I was about to crawl inside. He closed the gate and locked the padlock, closing the curtain on the girls inside.

"Not yet emily." 

"Yes Master."

Behind me I could hear the girls inside the cage. Blindly not being able to see past the curtain, but knowing she can be observed. Kneeling prettily, jiggling her breasts and squirming alluringly. 

"Please Master, please Master let this girl please You."

" Please Master choose this girl Master, to suck Your cock lovingly Master."

"Please Master this girl aches to suck You Master."

"Please Master make this girl serve You well Master." 

"Please choose this girl Master, whip this girl if she fails to please You perfectly Master."

Over and over again whispering hotly, begging to serve.




The Mirror



"Want to do it tonight, darling?" Max asked.

"Sorry, honey, not tonight," Rebecca replied, soothingly.

"But darling," Max pleaded. "We haven't done it for a week, maybe longer."

"Tomorrow, perhaps, it's Saturday, I usually feel good on Saturdays. Hey! Saturday! Let's go to the Trash and Treasure place on the highway. Might pick up some nice stuff there."

"Nah, it's just junk."

"Tell you what, you come with me, we get a nice mirror or chest-of-drawers for our bedroom, and I promise we'll do it tomorrow, how about that?" Rebecca was good at using sex as a bargaining tool for getting a reluctant husband to do stuff for her. Perhaps without realizing it consciously, she found that the bargaining worked better if she kept him keen.

"OK, OK, sure."

Later that evening, as they lay together in bed, Max's hand started exploring Rebecca's tits, but got slapped away. "Tomorrow, darling!" she purred.

*

Max and Rebecca wandered around the trailers with their knick-kacks on display. After a while they found some nice large mirrors being sold by an old woman, wearing a strange sort of shawl.

"She looks like a witch!" Max laughed. "Look at all those designs on her! Aren't they pentagrams or something?"

"Shhh! She'll hear you and be offended." Rebecca shushed him.

"How much for the mirror?" Max asked the old bat, er, old woman. He pointed at one with an intricate design around its edges.

"Two hundred dollars, dear," the old crone wheezed.

"Cheap!" thought Max, but knew enough not to say anything like that. "A hundred and fifty," he haggled.

"One eighty," responded the woman. "I can't go any lower than that, I have a lot of cats to support."

"OK," laughed Max, handing over the cash.

*

They mounted the mirror in the bedroom. It added an element of class to the place, Rebecca thought.

That evening, Rebecca sighed as she remembered her promise of doing her conjugal duty. That is, sex. She loved Max, but he didn't really turn her on. She had hoped things would improve after they got married, but in bed Max was about the most boring person you could imagine.

"Ready, darling?" Max asked hopefully, once they were in bed. 

"Sure," she replied. It was like dealing with a toddler asking for another serve of icecream. 

Max did a quick grope of her tits, like, 15 seconds each, stuck his hand between her legs, did a quick feel. "Nice?" he asked.

"Lovely," she replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. At the same time she quickly wet her fingers and used them to lubricate herself before he stuck his cock into her. Moments later it was in, pushing urgently. She counted to 10. Bang! All over. As usual. 

He lurched off her, turned over, and was snoring moments later. Rebecca rolled her eyes, sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Every bloody time. At least it was so fast she didn't even feel frustrated. Then she glanced at the new mirror, got some quiet pleasure from that. Well the fuck was worth it, to get some nice furniture for the room. Might have to think of what she needed to trade for his next one.

*

A couple of weeks later Rebecca lay in bed feeling a bit disoriented. She had already rejected Max's advances, again, with the result that he had turned his back on her in a huff. Something was different about the room. Moonlight was streaming in tonight, as it was the full moon, and was hitting the mirror, being on the opposite wall from the window. The mirror looked different somehow. That's it! The fitting must have shifted a bit, as it was now angled down slightly. As she looked at the mirror she could see herself, the bed, and Max lying in it.

No, wait! That wasn't Max. Or was it? In the moonlight it was hard to tell, but the Max in the mirror looked different somehow, leaner and darker skinned. Pffft! It must be the moonlight. Then the man in the mirror smiled at her, winked, rolled over to face her, and reached a languid hand to her breast, started stroking it gently. She felt the touch on her tit, somehow softer, gentler, much more erotic than Max's usual clumsy attempts.

"What are you doing, Max?" she asked, puzzled. She hadn't felt him roll over towards her.

"Huh?" he asked.

She glanced at her husband. He still had his back to her. But she felt the hand on her tit. Erk! Creepy. But erotic. She felt her face go hot. She glanced back at the mirror. The reflection was still groping her image in the mirror. The heat from the touch spread through her body, suddenly she badly needed to be touched by Max. 

"Turn over, Max!" she hissed. "Fondle my tits!"

"Huh? What?" Max asked again. Maybe it was his lucky night after all. He rolled towards her, reached for her tits, did his usual 15-second grope and started moving onto the main course.

"Not like that!" she snapped. "Look, gentler. Softly, slowly. Ahhhh! That's nice." She guided his hand with hers, showing him what to do. Meanwhile her eyes drifted back to the mirror. The reflection-man was smiling at her, nodding in approval.

Max tried to move things along a bit. "Enough of this foreplay crap," he thought to himself. His hand moved down between her legs again.

She glanced back at the mirror. The reflection shook his head. The reflection moved closer to her image in the mirror and started running his tongue over her nipples, slowly, sensuously, looking all the time at "real" Rebecca, not reflection Rebecca.

"Suck my tits, Max," she commanded firmly. "Do it my way or no fuck tonight." The man in the mirror grinned broadly.

Max was puzzled. Rebecca didn't usually use strong language. Nor did she usually try to tell him how to make love. Men just knew, didn't they? They didn't need instructions, least of all from a woman. But, what the fuck! If he was going to get laid, he may as well do as he was told. After a week, begging for it gets a bit disheartening.

He moved his mouth onto her tits, started sucking. A few more hissed instructions from his wife and he started getting it done to her satisfaction. Meanwhile his own cock was standing at attention, longing for release. However after a while he started enjoying the foreplay. Somehow stretching it out was unexpectedly enjoyable.

Rebecca glanced at the mirror for guidance. Max's back was to the mirror, as he was facing her, so he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. In any case, he was looking straight at Rebecca's tits from about an inch away. In the mirror, her own reflection suddenly moved downwards and started sucking the cock of the man in the mirror, who closed his eyes with pleasure, but not before winking at her.

"Nuh-uh, I ain't doing that!" Rebecca said to herself. Suddenly a chill passed over her body, and the hot, erotic, feeling started fading. "What have I done?!" she thought in horror. She wanted the feeling back. "OK, I'll do it," she told herself. She immediately felt warmer, was rewarded with a moist feeling between her legs, and a slight tingle. Then a bigger tingle as if someone had briefly stroked her clit. She glanced in surprise at Max, she didn't think he even knew where her clit was. She was right, his hands were nowhere near her pussy.

She glanced back at the mirror. The man in the mirror was looking meaningfully at her — time to start sucking cock. The moonlight was stronger now. Before getting on with cocksucking she looked at the reflection more closely. She was sure it was a different man, his skin was darker than Max's reflection. Rebecca felt a little wriggle of pleasure. 

"Here, Max, let me help you," she murmured. She shuffled down the bed and started kissing his cock, which by this time was quite hard. Quite erect. The moment she did, she felt the unseen hand stroking her clit again. But it wasn't Max's hand. Both of his were on her head, holding it against him. She glanced at her husband's face. His eyes were closed as if in some ecstasy. Unusual. He didn't normally do that.

Rebecca was confused, but deep in the throes of erotic euphoria. As she sucked Max's cock, she felt the hand from the man in the mirror, the man, the handsome sexy man, feeling around her clit. Were they real? Or just a projection? They felt real. Those soft fingers seemed to know exactly what to do. She felt really wet now, and the fingers moved gently backwards and forwards, on each side of her clit, and occasionally lingering softly on top. The fingers seemed to know what she was doing with her mouth, because the more she sucked Max's cock, the more they moved. 

Carrot and stick. It was obvious what the mirror was doing to her. Follow its instructions and she would get pleasure, and by proxy, so would Max. Or ... was the mirror affecting him too? She couldn't be sure. And if she disobeyed the mirror, the pleasure would go away.

Guided by Max's moans, and the hot, wet tingling from her clit, she moved her mouth, tongue, lips expertly over Max's cock. She tasted the pre-cum. The flood of pleasure to her brain made her forget they were supposed to be fucking in the "traditional" way, she couldn't stop. The fingers on her clit didn't stop. She felt her own orgasm building, unstoppable. Just before she came she felt Max's hands clamp her head tightly, his balls tightened, his hips thrust hard into her face, and then his hot cum shooting down her throat. She just had time to swallow before it engulfed her, and moments later screamed into her own climax as the phantom fingers triggered the most intense orgasm she could remember.

They both collapsed into a post-coital sleep. Max didn't seem to notice that his wife had just come for no obvious reason, for which she was grateful. Less explaining to do, then, eh? Perhaps he just didn't understand women, she thought, with slight irritation. Well, the guy in the mirror certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

*

Next evening the moon was still bright, on a cloudless night. She glanced at the mirror as they got into bed, it just looked like an ordinary mirror with the room light on. Once in bed though, with the moonlight streaming over it, she noticed that her reflection had cuddled up to the man in the mirror in the spoon position, and was reaching around to his front, putting her hand inside his pyjamas.

She felt the heat immediately as the reflection did that, the erotic heat. She paused, not sure whether to follow the suggestion. After all, Max didn't expect a fuck two nights in a row. It would seem strange. The heat started to go away. "Oh well, no harm done," Rebecca thought. Or not, maybe. Suddenly she felt her calf muscle cramping up painfully. Shit! She tried to straighten her leg. No good. The pain was getting worse. She twisted, trying to relieve it. Spotted the man in the mirror frowning at her. She was being bad she knew. Not following orders. "I'll do it!" she gasped.

"Do what, darling?" Max asked sleepily.

"My leg, I've got a cramp!" she snapped at him. But the pain was receding, the mirror had got the message. It hovered around the mild level, waiting. She put her arms around Max. The pain subsided to almost nothing. She reached for his cock. The pain went away. She started stroking his cock. The warmth returned to her body, starting with her crotch, spreading upwards. She started to feel wet.

"Huh?" Max said, surprised.

"Lie still, darling," she coaxed, moving her hand up and down, trying to please him. Trying to please the mirror.

He was a bit stunned. Sex two nights in a row? Unheard of. He wasn't sure he could even do it. He tried to turn over. 

She held him tightly. "Stay still, darling," she said, "please." She sounded slightly desperate, which was also strange. Oh well, he thought, maybe she was desperate for his cock inside her. That would be a nice change.

She kept stroking his cock, hoping this was what the mirror wanted. It seemed to be. The warmth started spreading through her body again, the pain a distant memory. His cock thickened, lengthened. His breathing became more rapid. She felt warmth, but the real pleasure hadn't started yet. What more was she supposed to do? She glanced up at the mirror, looking for a clue. Her reflection climbed on top of the mirror man, straddling him.

"Roll onto your back," she whispered, climbing onto him as he did so. She felt his hard cock against her, guided it into her with her hand. It slipped in easily, she was so wet. She started riding him. Hard. She gripped him tightly, not wanting him to slip out of her. It didn't take long for him to unload inside her, she felt the cum spurting deeply into her. Then he deflated, leaving her desperate for more. She needed the release, but her husband came too quickly. She glared at him, but he had closed his eyes, looking pleased with himself.

She got off, Max rolled over and was asleep within moments. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She felt on fire. Needed release. Then she felt the fingers touching her body, but not Max's. He was asleep. Ah, the mirror was rewarding her. For what, though? For fucking her own husband? Oh well, she needed it, so she let them work on her. The fingers, those soft sensuous fingers, were running over her stomach, moving down past her navel to her opening. To where her hot, wet desire was. The fingers moved slowly, slowing down the closer they got. Stopped, moved back up, teased her, moved down.

"Please!" she pleaded silently. "I need it. I did what you wanted." The fingers started moving downwards again, slowly, slowly inching towards her sex. Paused again. "I beg of you, I'll do anything you want," she thought towards the mirror. The fingers resumed downwards, seemingly satisfied. Started stroking her, sliding around on the wetness that was her cunt, playfully moved towards her clit. She stopped breathing for a moment, she couldn't stand it any longer. The fingers reached her clit, she started breathing again. She pushed upwards slightly trying to increase the pressure.

Now Rebecca felt hot all over, her mind, her body were all concentrated on those wonderful fingers. They felt better than anything she could remember. They slipped further in, but still pushed past her clit as they did so, touching it. As they moved back and forwards she felt herself building up, the heat in her loins became intense, she could feel her climax coming. She arched her back into the air, her hips pushed upwards, oblivious to Max, to anything. The orgasm exploded within her, the heat receded, she fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

A few minutes later, she recovered enough to glance at Max. Still fast asleep. Well, who needed him? "Thank you," she whispered to the mirror.

*

Next morning, with Max off at work, Rebecca was in the bedroom reaching for the foil strip containing this month's contraceptive pill. As she was about to pop the next one out she heard a voice saying, "No."

She glanced around in surprise. She was alone. She looked over at the mirror above the dresser, saw herself, but standing behind her this time, faintly, was the man from the mirror. Funny, she had never noticed him during the daytime. The man shook his head sternly at her.

"I'm taking the fucking Pill!" she said. "Max and I agreed, no kids yet." She popped the pill out, moved it towards her mouth. An incredibly strong spasm of cramp hit her calf muscles, doubling her over in pain. She dropped the Pill, it rolled away. Rebecca dropped to her knees, the pain was unbearable. She tried to straighten her legs, flex them, nothing was working.

"No Pill," the voice said. "I need his seed in you. Not corrupted by the Pill."

She tried to fight but the pain became so bad she knew she was about to vomit from it. She felt the bile building up, she was about to throw up all over the bedroom carpet. She couldn't move. "OK!" she screamed.

The pain suddenly stopped, leaving a dull ache in her calves. She glanced at the pill on the ground, a couple of feet away. The pain suddenly increased. "I'll just bin it," she pleaded.

"All of them," the voice said. "I can make you vomit them up if you try it, you know."

She grabbed the pill, threw it into the bin. Took the whole packet, threw that in as well. "Happy now?" she snapped.

"Very happy. Now your reward." The reflection moved behind her as she stood in front of the mirror, glaring at it. The reflection's hands moved around her front, caressed her breasts. She could feel them. She felt them move inside her shirt, touching her tits through the bra. "Take it off," the mirror suggested. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, unclipped the bra, dropped it on the floor. She saw the hands move softly over her breasts, warm, soft hands. Caressing, loving hands. Setting her on fire. The fire started in her chest, spread up to her face, then down to her legs.

One hand stayed on her right breast, the other worked its way between her legs. She parted them slightly, undid her top trouser button. The hand slipped inside, found her wet mound, started stroking it, rewarding her. She shuddered.

"I want his seed in you. Every night. It makes me stronger."

"Every night! No fucking way!"

The hand stopped stroking, just as she was about to come. The heat in her body was replaced by a cold, sinking, feeling.

"Keep going, please!" she begged. "OK, every bloody night. I doubt he can even do it."

"But you'll try, won't you?" the mirror asked, menacingly.

"OK, I'll do my best."

The hand resumed pleasuring her, moving more firmly. She felt another orgasm shudder through her. That must be the sixth in three days! She was getting used to it, starting to like having them that often.

~.~.~.~

A month passed. Rebecca found herself having short conversations with the mirror during the day.

"So who are you, anyway?" she asked it.

"You may call me Jack," the mirror replied.

"Jack," she murmured, savouring the word. "Why are you making me do this?"

"You'll see. In time we may be able to get closer together. Meanwhile ..."

She felt a twinge of pleasure as Jack's hand somehow stroked her clit briefly.

As ordered, Rebecca fucked Max every night during that month, felt his seed spurting into her. Filling her. Pleasuring her. Pleasing Jack. Obeying Jack.

~.~.~.~

"I'm feeling tired, darling," Max complained. 

Rebecca had noticed that Max had seemed to be getting weaker. All that sex didn't seem to be all that good for him. But for herself, she felt more alive than ever. Looking in the mirror she seemed younger and younger, she thought. And Jack was becoming more distinct. He was there every night now, not just when the moon was out. Insisted that she fuck Max every night. Gather his seed inside her, in her womb. The womb that was no longer protected by the Pill. She wondered how long it would take before a little Max was growing inside her.

What would Max say when he found out? She was starting to wonder if he would say anything at all, he was looking so feeble. It was almost as if Max's life force was being transferred, from Max to Jack, via his seed, his cum. The seed that she milked from him, night after night. If Max demurred, she insisted, sucked his cock until it hardened enough to put into her, made sure she got him to come. If she failed, Jack punished her with leg cramps, headaches, dizziness. If she succeeded, Jack rewarded her. Always with a fantastic orgasm once Max fell asleep, exhausted.

Max had needed to take time off work, he could hardly get the energy to get out of bed in the mornings. She took him to see Doctor Baker.

"So what's the problem, Doc?" she had asked.

"Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, it looks like," replied the doctor. "There isn't really a cure for it. He'll need to rest for a while, see if it gets better."

* 

Back home, Max was slumped in a chair, unable to get up any more. Rebecca had to feed him where he was. This was a fine romance! Spoon feeding your husband. Rebecca fumed.

That evening, she half-dragged him to bed, his legs barely able to stand. She pulled his clothes off, tried to get him excited.




The Mirror



"No, no, enough!" Max cried, tried to brush her away with his weak arms.

She glared at him, knowing she would be in for a lot of pain if she didn't milk his seed. She climbed on top, straddling him and doing her best to coax an erection. Nothing. She glanced fearfully at the mirror. "I am trying!" she thought at it.

"I know," the voice said in her head. "Maybe he has given all he can. Outlived his usefulness. Look."

She glanced up at the mirror. The woman in the mirror took a pillow, crushed it into the face of the man in the mirror.

"No!" she cried in horror. "I couldn't kill my own husband!"

"Tell me," answered Jack. "You've missed your last period, haven't you?"

She nodded.

"Tomorrow buy a pregnancy test kit. Just to make sure."

"Do you think? ..."

"Could be. Will you do it? Or will there be the pain?"

"I'll do it," she agreed quickly.

"Your reward then," Jack replied. "Lie down."

She lay next to Max, feeling the warmth of his body. The warmth but no energy, no life.

The life came from Jack's hand, moving slowly over her tits, circling them, in slowly decreasing circles. Closer and closer to her nipples the hand went, touching, flicking, teasing. The heat started up, the familiar warmth, the sexual tension building as it always did, with Jack touching her. His hand slowly moved all over her body, this was going to be a long slow build-up. A reward for everything she had done for him. Her face, her neck, her shoulders, tracing down her side. Up her leg, down again, up the other leg. She parted her legs, hinting. No response yet. Down again. She parted them further, hinting turning into pleading.

The hand moved slowly upwards, towards where the meeting of her legs was. The hot wet entrance to her body. They slowed even more. She started to beg, "Please, please keep going. Don't stop! Please." The fingers moved closer, teasingly, softly, almost tickling. Then they reached her and pushed inside. The whole hand. Slipped straight in, so slippery was she. So wet and accomodating. Pulled out enough for his thumb to press on her clit, making little circles, just the right pressure, while his hand gently rotated, moved, made its presence known. 

She felt herself approaching the edge. Just needed to be pushed over it. But the thumb stopped moving. "You'll do anything I say tomorrow, won't you?" It waited. "Won't you?"

"Anything!" she promised, "just don't stop now!"

The thumb kept moving, stroking. It pushed her into the orgasm she craved. She no longer cared what Max thought. She screamed her release.

*

Next morning Rebecca did a pregnancy test. It was positive. She was going to have a baby!

Max looked at her balefully from the bed. He was helpless now. Couldn't move a muscle.

Rebecca looked at the mirror. "What shall I call it?"

"How about, 'Jack'?" the mirror replied.

She laughed. Of course.

"Looks like we don't need you any more, darling," Rebecca told Max, reaching for the pillow. "Enjoy your 'heart attack'."