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The Voice

By: LadyGodiva75



It was an ordinary day like any other, a list of errands to run, so she headed out. A quick stop at the coffee shop on the corner and order the usual, sit for a few minutes. She secretly hoped she would see him again. After all he was there almost as much as she was. She loved watching the way he sipped his drink, held his paper, walked, breathed, everything about him made her curious to know more. 

It seemed as though they were always watching each other. She followed him to the counter and stood behind him in line. The subtle smell of his cologne made her tingle inside. She slowly began looking him over wanting to know everything about him she began to feel hypnotized by his very presence. She carefully listened as he ordered his drink. His voice was so soft and gentle it pierced her soul and gave her a feeling like nothing she had ever experienced before. Like a song meant only for her to hear.

He turned to walk away and their eyes met for a brief second. Her face became flushed with excitement and fear as their eyes locked. It felt as if he could see right through her like he knew what she was thinking. She ordered her drink and very quickly left the coffee shop. 

Driving her mind began to wonder if she was really happy with her life was there something she was missing? How could someone she never met, never spoke to, have this hypnotizing effect on her and make her feel weak and filled with desire? Men have taken notice of her before but this was different. She wanted him to look at her, wanted him to talk to her. She wanted to feel his hands touch her bare skin and caress every part of her body. She longed for it, ached for it. And she could not help but wonder what if?

A few days later she escaped to the coffee shop to collect her thoughts and have some time alone. But why there? She knew he would be there, she wanted him to be there. She ordered her drink, sat and began to read the book she picked up on the way over. Then she saw him. He was walking directly to her. She immediately began to think of what she was going to say. Her heart began racing and she felt as though she couldn't catch her breath. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and her hands began to shake nervously, almost spilling her coffee all over the table and book.

She immediately stood and began walking toward the ladies restroom. She could not bring herself to talk to him. What would she say? How would she act? Surely he could see what his effect on her was. With every part of her body she wanted him. And she knew if he said something to her she would be helpless to stop herself. 

He followed her into the restroom. She backed herself up against the row of sinks and mirrors breathing heavily her face flushed with desire. Their eyes locked unable to look away from each other. What was happening? She was powerless to stop it, and she wanted it with every fiber of her being. 

Carefully he lifted her up onto the counter and spread her legs slowly apart. He began to slide her skirt up ... gently caressing her thighs as he moved it higher. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. 

As he leaned in to kiss her he whispered in her ear.......do u want me as much as I want u? He slowly moved his mouth over hers just barely touching his lips to hers never taking his eyes away from her. Yes she whispered. 

He carefully reached his hand between her legs and began to massage her. His touch...soft and gentle sent shock waves through her entire body. For a moment she thought I must be dreaming. Then she gave in and released herself to him completely.

She spread her legs apart further, she leaned back and began unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her breasts nipples hard and erect. His fingers inside her moving with her as she rocked her hips back and forth. She pushed her breasts together for him to carefully and gently suck each nipple. Never taking her eyes away from his.

He traced her lips with his fingertips before slowly inserting them into her mouth so she could taste the silky sweetness of her desire and longing for him. He moved his fingers in and out, they kissed passionately. His tounge slowly entering her mouth, her taste dancing inside.... lips touching ever so slightly, their breath becoming as one.

All the while she was afraid someone would come in and catch them but at the same time she did not care. All that existed at this moment was him and her. She had wondered for so long what this moment would be like. She reached her hand between his legs and felt how hard and ready he was to take her. To penetrate her body, her soul, and her mind. 

He began whispering into her ear how he had watched her for all this time. How he wanted to touch her and make all her fantasies come true. His voice like an angel singing in her ear was hypnotizing. She became lost in it. 

Slowly he entered her just the tip at first moving carefully sweetly around the outside of her, teasing her driving her mad. She begged him to penetrate her. She wanted to feel all of him inside her. Then he thrust his hard erect cock deep inside her pussy. Slowly and methodically he stroked her insides. She gasped it felt so good. Thrusting in and out in a slow rhythmic motion there bodies breath and heartbeat becoming one. He squeezed and sucked her nipples and breasts. She began moaning louder.

Faster deeper and harder he sank into her. She felt his cock become harder and it throbbed inside her bringing her closer to the peak of pure ecstasy. She felt his hot warm juices release inside of her tickling her, and then her soft silky wetness sliding all over him covering him. They exploded together. Her entire body was trembling from the experience, and they stared at each other with out saying a word.

The Voice



Dear Reader,

This story is a genuine description of the passion that can be shared between two people when they both let go.

I was riding down a road I had never been on before. I was the passenger on another exciting date, and the guy I was on the date with was cool, but like most other men I had met lately, there was something missing. He was a good looking, black man, he was successful at his work (making three figures), and he had a nice new jeep. He was funny and he had all the things I'm supposed to want in a guy, but as I ride down the road, I wonder how long I'll be able to "go through the motions," this time. 

We were on our way back from the mountains, when he unwrapped a new CD and put it into the player. He told me the CD was spoken poetry, and if I didn't like it we could listen to something else. I was mildly curious, as I haven't been exposed too much poetry in my life. Don't get me wrong, I wrote a few, "in love" or "broken hearted" poems in High School, but I quickly found that it was very challenging to fit my expressions into perfectly timed phrases or into witty and rhymed declarations. I found myself totally disappointed with writing poetry shortly after being introduced to it.

The CD started to play, and he turned the volume way up so we could hear the poetry over the wind in the topless jeep. As the volume got louder and louder my heart started to beat with anticipation. The voice I heard coming through the speakers was the most sensual and sultry voice I'd heard in a long time. This voice was comparable to Barry White and James Earl Jones. At first, I just listened to the sexiest voice I'd heard in a long time, and then I started paying attention to what he was saying.

The man was talking about very real issues. He was talking with passion and conviction. He was speaking his heart and his life lessons, he was telling the audience about very painful truths he experienced. I could envision every scene he described, I imagined his face as he spoke, but most of all I found myself lost in his sexy voice. He spoke of an abused little girl that found her way out of the terrible cycle of victim-hood, and I could feel my eyes start to tear up. I was thankful the sun was down, and my tears were hidden by the darkness of night. His words were clear and loud, he was so fearless, he wasn't afraid of his voice or what he had to say. He didn't care if someone misunderstood him, nor if he sounded silly. He just spoke the truth as he saw it. I admired his courage and strength immediately.

On the long ride back to my car, I thought about my own passion in life and my personal convictions. I found myself wondering about the man behind the voice, I wondered if he lived a satisfied life, or if he stumbled from enthusiasm to enthusiasm continually searching for fulfillment. I wondered if a fearless man like him would ever look at me with the desire. I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes, I wonder if they would be hollow and sad, or if they would be filled with excitement and fervor. 

The jeep ride was over and my date wanted my attention, but part of my mind would never leave the man on the CD. The next few days, I wondered if it would be silly to even try to get in touch with the man that spoke poetry to my heart and breathed hope into my soul. I obsessed about why I was obsessing about him. I tried to make myself believe I was just being ridiculous, and most poetry lovers felt this way about poetry. However, my heart kept nagging me, and reminding me of all the lifeless, passionless people I had met in this town.

My spirit kept telling me that men like this are rare and hard to find, then my head started telling me to forget it because he wouldn't give me the time of day anyway, and my memory just kept reminding me. I felt a three-sided battle within. Over and over my mind would play his voice, not the exact words he spoke, but the sexy sound of passion spilling from his mouth to my ears. A few days later, I went on another date with the man that introduced me to spoken poetry. We enjoyed a movie together, but when I left I asked him about the CD we listened to last time. He told me to look it up, and gave me the name of his web site.

I filled my time with looking for a job and dealing with today's tasks, but I found myself wondering more and more about the poet with the beautiful voice. One day, I found myself bored with everything I usually look at on the computer and my mind started to wander back to the smooth, sexy tone of his voice and the conviction that flowed from his heart to his listeners. It had been a month and a half since I heard it, but I decided I had to have answers. I had to know if this man was someone worth fantasizing about, is he real and humble and wonderful just like my heart was telling me, or is he arrogant, rigid.

I did a search for his company, and it was there at the top of the list. My heart started beating hard and fast. I expected to look around and not find anything, but there was a link to myspace. As soon as I clicked on the link, I would get to see the face of the man I had only imagined thus far. I sat for a moment and considered what I was about to do, and reconsidered, then I clicked on the link. 

As I waited for the computer to process the request to take me to his myspace page, I wondered if I would be able to send him a message. I didn't have an account anymore, but I really wanted to e-mail him. Then, his picture popped up. I was looking at a beautiful black man; he was smiling a beautiful wide, white smile and looking directly into the camera. I looked at his pictures and read his latest blog, but I really wanted to talk to him. Unfortunately, his page says he's in another state, and I loose my excitement and start feeling disappointed. I go back to my regular e-mail and type out a reply to a friend, but my heart continues to nag and my memory starts flashing. I start re-thinking my disappointment; I really want to get to know this man. I believe in fate and consequences, I believe that if I'm supposed to meet this man it will happen. Whether he's in another state or another country, if it's meant to be it will be.

I try to send him a message, the website sends me to the "sign up" page, and I again loose my excitement. I turn off my brother's computer, and I go on with my day trying to forget those sweet pictures of the beautiful, black man smiling into the camera. When I remember his pictures, I feel like he's really smiling directly at me. That night after everyone was in bed, I create another account. I laid in bed that night spinning with excitement, knowing that I could type a message to him anytime I wanted. Now the fear started to set in, fear of rejection, fear of feeling foolish, fear of embarrassment, and fear of whatever my brain could come up with. I fell asleep wishing I had more courage, and fantasizing about the man I could now see clearly in my head.

The next day, I decided to message him, I told him how his poetry touched me. His response was short and sweet; he wanted to talk to me and left his phone number. Now I was really afraid! I have learned over the years that my voice gets me into trouble a lot. It's too high and annoying when I'm upset, I giggle too much when I'm nervous, it's too intimidating when I'm angry, it quivers when I'm about to cry, and most of all I sound like a little girl when people first hear me. Ya, I've been told these things enough times over the years to finally believe them, so I usually avoid any phone conversations till I'm more comfortable with the person and the situation. 

Over the years, I have developed a better sense of expressing myself in the written word, I quickly found I could embrace my feelings through vocabulary, and I'm comforted by the quiet clicking on the keys as I express myself on the screen in front of me. My relief comes from not worrying about the sound of my voice, only the meaning of my words. When I write, I'm not concerned about what people think because I'm confident I articulated my message well. 

My solution was to just e-mail him again, but I wasn't sure what to say. I had though of this moment for a couple of days, but I really didn't expect it to happen. I had told myself that he was too busy to respond to his e-mails, or that he was already seeing someone. Most of all, I told my heart not to be hopeful when I e-mailed him. I asked him, if he ever came to Phoenix, as I would love to see him perform live. Again, he responded with a phone number, but this time he said he is in Phoenix now. I started feeling a little queasy, I wanted so badly to talk to him and meet him. However, I was so worried I'd say something stupid or he'd get a bad first impression (which seems to be common for me). On the other hand, I was afraid, if I put him off I might loose out on an opportunity to see him smile or look into his eyes.

So, I took a shower, I washed my body and fantasized about what it might feel like to have his hands on my body. I closed my eyes and imagined kissing his lips and touching his face. I decided I'd call him. I got out of the shower telling myself that I'd call him later, but I found that I was rushing to get dressed and to my phone to call him. I wondered why I felt like this, when I had never even met this man. 

I knew the answer, but I didn't want to admit it. This poet is filled with passion when he speaks; he expresses emotion with the calmness and clarity of a very wise man. I sat on the couch and dialed his number. I looked at it for a few minutes and decided to make myself a sandwich. Maybe eating would calm me, but it just made my stomach hurt worse. My hands were actually shaking a little when I pressed send; I started hoping he wouldn't answer. He did answer, and I was faced with introducing myself over the phone to a man I was already secretly infatuated with.

We made arrangements, and I picked him up after work. As he approached my car my heart beat with a fierce excitement. He wears his hair in small tight dreadlocks, and his skin is smooth and dark. He probably stands 5' 10" and has tight, defined arms, full, kissable lips, and beautiful teeth. His smile and voice were even more amazing in person. I asked him questions, and listened to him talk. When we arrived at his house, he invited me in. I really thought I would just sit and talk with him, but when two passionate single people occupy the same space for too long the inevitable happens. 

I quickly find myself perched at the side of his bed while he rests for a few minutes from a long day at work. I offer to rub his back (I know!) and achy shoulders, and he accepts with glee. As I straddle his body and rub his back, my pussy starts to pulse and throb. I can hardly believe this is happening! The man that I had thought about for almost two months was between my legs! I rubbed his back and coveted the feel of his beautiful skin on my fingertips. I secretly hoped he would want to feel my body too.

As the lotion I was using to massage him started to build up on his skin, I informed him that I was going to stop. He rolled over and invited me to straddle him again, this time he wanted me to kiss him. Oh this was a dream, it had to be a dream, nothing like this ever happened to me! However, my head started screaming, "you barely met this man, you shouldn't do this." My heart was screaming back, "I deserve this, it's been too long since I felt this way."

I straddled his hips and leaned forward to kiss his lips. When his lips touched mine, and our tongues started to dance, I knew instantly. This man has everything it takes to steal my heart and break it into a thousand pieces, and I knew I would let him. The passion from our first kiss was enough to tell me that my obsession was not silly, nor was my heart lying about him. 

I kissed him back, and I watched his face a few times. He has his eyes closed and he enjoyed my kisses to. I could feel his dick getting hard beneath my hot pussy. I pressed my pelvis into him acknowledging that I was aware of his excitement. I touched his face and kissed his neck, I used my mouth not to talk to him but to express my feelings none the less. We kissed like teenagers and enjoyed the newness of each other. He started to talk to me and tease me.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his beautiful, black cock out, and told me I could only feel him with my hand. I touched him and groped him for a few minutes, but I knew my mouth would do a much better job of feeling him. So, I ignored his playful rules and moved down to have better access to his rock hard member. I licked the tip and started to make love to his dick with my mouth. I alternated a slow firm stroke with lots of suction, and a quick short stroke listening for the sounds of pleasure escaping while I bathed his cock with my moist, hot, mouth. 

I enjoyed giving my new friend a wonderful blowjob. It is one of my favorite sex acts, and I'm thinking he enjoyed it too. I could tell that this man was disciplined and wouldn't cum unless he chose to. I backed off and started to talk to him again. He said he wanted to return the favor, and I was disappointed. I wanted to feel his big black cock inside of me, as I had never really enjoyed receiving oral sex that much anyway. I laughed it off and tried to dissuade him, but he'd have none of it. I even told him I've never cum that way; his response was equally as disappointing. 

He said, "well, you have never had me then."

I decided to open my legs and let him eat my pussy. I expected the usual licking and fingering and a little clit stimulation then he'd give up and just fuck me. I was so wrong! He started with a little licking and fingering, but soon he clamped his mouth around my pussy and started doing something so wonderful and mind blowing I couldn't even tell what it was he was doing. My legs started to tremble with the fantastic feeling I was experiencing.

The feeling in my pussy and belly was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was so intense I thought I was going to pass out, but it was intense in the most wonderful way imaginable. Part of me wanted him to stop so I could breath, and part of me wanted him to continue till I passed out. I tried to get him to stop, and he did for a minute. I breathed and tried to relax, but as soon as his mouth clamped down on my clit again my lungs didn't work and my legs shook with the intensity of an earthquake. I held my breath and tried to relax again, but the feeling he was causing was so wonderfully intense and pleasurable I couldn't. I have never experienced anything so breathtaking in my life. Even my first orgasm was nothing in comparison to how he was making my body feel right now, but I had to breathe. I tried to breath and relax, but again I couldn't. I pushed him away. 

He said, "it's no fair when you fight back," and chuckled.

I wasn't sure what to do, I wanted his mouth to make my pussy come alive again, but I wasn't sure I could handle anymore. For the first time in my life, I realized that I might be able to cum from oral sex. I begged him to stop for now, thinking it was too much all in one night. He leaned forward and started to kiss me, his kisses were like the waves of a tsunami crashing into my soul forcing passion and desire back into my life. I could feel the tip of his cock rub on my wet slit from time to time, but he was not making any attempt to enter my throbbing, wet pussy. I lifted my hips a couple of times trying to trap his hard cock and force it to slid inside me, but each time it would slide away.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I reached down and inserted the head of his dick into the opening of my pussy that was so wet I can't even get a grip on him. As soon as he realizes what I'm doing, he pushes in hard and deep. His big cock slides in with ease as my pussy has already been waiting. The sensation of him inside of me feels like fireworks and lights up my soul from the inside. We rock and pound each others bodies rhythmically for a while, and again I can tell he is a very disciplined and unselfish lover as he holds back a couple times. He is waiting for me to cum first!

I'm now sure God has finally answered my prayers, he sent this beautiful black man straight from heaven to show me how to feel alive again. I straddle him again this time with full intent to cum all over him. I pull my shirt and bra off so he can see my body, as I'm now fucking him. His cock is buried as deep as it can go in me, and I slowly start to ride him. His body feels good between my legs, and I can feel it respond as I move my body. My orgasm starts to pulse to the surface almost immediately after impaling myself on his big dick. I know I can cum almost instantly. 

I look into his eyes and ask him, "Do you want me to cum?"

His response was short he said, "yes, cum all over me."

That's all I needed to hear, my orgasm started to pulse with increased intensity. It wanted to rip through my body, but I waited. I stroked his cock with my pussy; I lifted up and stroked just the sweet mushroom head. Then I slid back down and stroked the whole thing, and when the urgency to cum was strong. I relaxed and rocked to the natural rhythm my body demanded, and started to coax my orgasm into reaching it's full potential. As the first wave started to peek, I looked deep into his eyes and announced, "I'm gonna cum, Oh I'm cumming."

My orgasm pulsed with the power of an electric wire. It pounded through my body with the intensity that drug makers try to reproduce but never can. The natural high that comes from two people when they are attracted to each other, and then let go of their fear. Some people spend their money chasing it, some people push others away to hide from it, and yet still some people only dream of experiencing it, but I have it. If only briefly, it is mine. Passion and ecstasy are part of my life again!



The Voice



She had planned on a quiet, romantic weekend away with a friend who seemed to be becoming more. And though she knew some of the possibilities, her current situation was beyond the fantasies she'd allowed herself to consider.

Her surroundings were dark, her world inky-black. She saw nothing, heard nothing, yet she was content. She knew there were candles, even if she no longer saw them, and she could still hear sounds… especially her sighs.

She was warm, and even comfy -- despite wearing only a bra and panties of purest white. Leaning back at an angle, she was relaxed. Behind and beneath her was soft, luxurious fur that she didn't want to leave… not that she could.

Indeed, she had been somewhat uncomfortable at first, walking into this room of scattered, shadowy furniture, lit only by a smattering of candles. It seemed like a dream -- or her worst nightmare if she had been wrong about her host. Her discomfort had increased slightly with the blindfold, robbing her of visual references.

 But she could still feel… and hear. She remembered the hands guiding her in confusing circles around the room, feeling the pieces of furniture graze against her as she was paraded about. Then, she was turned around -- and with a step back and up, was lying against the relaxing fur she now enjoyed. The hands spread her legs apart, and tied the ankles down. Then they lifted her arms above her head and bound them to the fur. Her head, while not bound, rested against a padded support that took the stress and weight off her neck.

For reasons she didn't understand, when the last strap was cinched into place, her fears ran away. All that was left was contented peace, gentle breathing -- and a desire to hear one thing.

"Hello, little one." There it was! The Voice! The Voice that had called her here, that had attracted her weeks and months before with gentle laughter and friendship, and now enchanted her with command. The Voice that made her do things… feel things… be things that nothing or no one else could. The velvet Voice that earlier had told her, "strip to your undies" -- something that, in her desire for modesty and self-control, she never would have done otherwise. But in that moment, it was the Voice that made her comply. The Voice that had initially been alluring, and was now mesmerizing.

"Are you comfortable?" One hand grazed her right cheek, another the left side of her body. Hands whose fingers danced along her body, playing it like a concert piano. Hands whose movements turned her simple "yes" into a long, luscious and lusty sigh. As those hands glided down the sides of her body, the Voice spoke again. "I brought your bag down here, little one." She heard her overnight duffle thud on the thick carpet. "I looked through it, and found you brought everything you were supposed to." Even without his hands dancing on her hips, the Voice dispelled any concerns of her privacy being invaded. "Very well done."

"Thank yooouuuuu, sssiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr." Her voiced stretched and crescendoed as his hands caressed her inner thighs. Her petite body shuddered as his hands moved higher, then relaxed as they spread apart, dancing back up her hips. When the hands reached the base of her breasts, she gave voice to one lingering fear: "I hope I am enough for you, sir."

"Enough for me, little one?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Explain."

"I'm not very big sir… not very well endowed. Many people have called me 'cute', but avoided me because of my small size." With a note of disappointment, she added, "I know they… they've looked at me and found me wanting."

"Your small size? Explain what you mean by that."

"Sir…" A small amount of despair crept into her voice. "I'm not a 'bombshell'. I'm petite, there's not that much of me. Especially my breasts… Ohhhh…" His fingers were dancing on those small breasts, probing them through her brassiere. In short order, her dark aureoles under-painted the white fabric as her nipples attempted to break through.

"There are many reasons," the Voice said, "why I have chosen you, little one. I selected you because of your intelligence… your mental strength… and not least of all, because of your beauty. You ARE beautiful, little one. There are many who look only for certain things. If and when they look past you, that is their loss… and my gain. You may not be the image of a Hollywood glamour model," the Voice said, deepening his probing of her supple breasts. "Do not let that idea knock you down. You are special because of who YOU are." His hands dropped from her breasts, but the Voice continued. "You don't need to be a supermodel," the Voice whispered in her ear. "You don't need to be a 'bombshell'. Be proud of and happy with yourself as you are, little one. Simply be good enough for you… and know you are more than good enough for me." She couldn't say anything; the words of the Voice had mesmerized her, while his breath on her neck had sensually enthralled her. "Tell me your name."

"Before I came here, I was called 'Maria'. Now… now, I am 'little one'."

"Why did you come here?" His hand started dancing inside her left thigh.

"To spend… a romantic weekend… with a friend," she sighed.

"And what is happening to you now?"

"I'm surrendering… submitting… to you." As she said this, her whole body slowly squirmed against the fur. Then his hand flew up from her thigh, covering and caressing her Forbidden Gateway. "Ohhh… Oh God…" Her squirming increased as his other hand fondled her left breast.

"What am I doing to you?"

"Ohhh…. Oh God," she gasped. "Taking me… possessing me… OOOOWwwwwwnnnnnnngggg me!" she yelled, the pitch of her voice rising along with its volume.

"Who am I?"

"My Dom… my Sir…"

"And what will you do now?"

"SEEERRRVVVEEE YYYOOOOUUUUUU," she lustily moaned. Though her body still squirmed, it was now moving in time with the caressing of his hand on her Forbidden Gate. When he started to feel moistness there, he pulled his hand away. "Ohh… no… please, Sir…"

"Relax, little one." And she did, simply from hearing the Voice say those words. "You have approached my world, little one. Do you want to enter?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…" she moaned. "Ohh, GOD, yes!"

"You came to this house, to this room, because you wanted to spend time with me. You were looking for romance. But can you tell me… what brought you to my world?"

"Your voice, sir… it calls me… mesmerizes me… controls me…"

"And why does my voice have this power?"

"Because… I want it to… I NEED it to…"

"And when you follow my voice, what happens to you?"

"I relax… become the inner me…" His hands caressed her thighs and hips, sending a shudder through her body. Then she felt an edge of cool, dull metal against the skin of her thigh… gliding up her hip. There were several tugs at various places on her panties… then the metal glided up her flat stomach. She gasped as the cool, dull edge went through the valley between her breasts. It circled around the top of her left breast, then glided down behind her, below her left shoulder blade. A tug at her bra, a sound of tearing fabric, and it felt loose on that side. Gliding further behind her back, there was another tug on her bra, more soft tearing sounds. Then the edge circled around the front, gliding along the base of her bra and round the back of her right side. Another tug, another soft tearing sound, and her bra suddenly felt very loose.

"Keep your eyes closed, little one." After a few seconds, the Voice reached up and removed the blindfold. "Now, little one, open them." Blinking a few times, she looked ahead… and saw herself in the mirror. "Tell me what you see."

"I see me, Sir… but yet it's not me. It's the person I see every day. Yet, I'm… relaxed… sensual… beautiful… the little one I dream of being."

"Yes, little one, that IS you. It's the inner you I've seen all along. It's time you saw and experienced it for yourself. And it's brought you to the doorway to My World. Are you ready to enter?"

"Yes… please… let me enter your world Sir!"

"Relax… and realize that once you enter, may never completely leave. Are you ready for that?" With that, the Voice moved behind the fur-covered, x-shaped platform she lay against. Reaching around her, he rested his hands just below her breasts.

"Oh, God… yes! Please… please… take me into your world, Sir!" In an instant, His hands flew to her breasts, then pulled away… taking the remnants of her bra with them. Before she cold react, the voice had grabbed her panties… ripping them away.

"Now, little one…. look in the mirror… what do you see?"

"It's me… I…" she gasped. "I… I'm naked…"

"What else are you?"

"Re… revealed…"

"How does that make you feel?"

"Sensual… beautiful… and FREE!!!" She screamed and cried. "I'm free… I'm me… thanks to you." The last words came out as a sigh instead of a spoken comment.

"I only guided you to a doorway, little one. You choose to step through."

"Yes, sir, that's true… but I made that choice because… I chose to be yours. I'm your little one… possessed completely by you." Her last words came out in a dreamy voice, brought on as his hands caressed her bare breasts.  

"Then who am I, little one?" The name came to her lips without hesitation or thought. As she spoke it, the Voice massaged her left breast with his left hand, dropping his right hand to her Forbidden Gate. The name she dreamily sighed proved the Gate no longer Forbidden to him.

"Master!"



The Voice



Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-) 

This story contains explicit sexual and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off!

This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. While it is fiction, I did use myself and locations I knew as a basis. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to send your thoughts, dirty as they no doubt are. It's always good to get feedback!

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I have a secret. I sometimes look at naughty pictures and stories online. Ok, I do it a lot. After a while of trying to hide this side of myself from others on my computer I decided to just create a new profile just for this activity. This way I'm not worried about an embarrassing website, like cum2eat.com or DickgirlBride.com, popping up when my girlfriend goes to look something up. In general it's worked well. It isolates my purvy side from others and I'm not so easily distracted. Well, that's usually the way it works.

When I got up the other day, I had every intention of getting some work done on several projects that I'd neglected. I popped on the computer to check my regular email while I ate breakfast. When I finished I was about to get up when a little voice in my head stopped me.

"Did you get any mail in your 'other' account? Wouldn't hurt to check. Then you can get on with your day."

I was curious if that guy who liked my stories emailed me back. I guess a quick look wouldn't hurt. So I just logged into my naughty profile for a quick check. The other profile loaded and my breath caught. I had left the browser open when I was last on. The web page was tiled with pictures, mostly of women's faces. Faces with cum dripping off them. Faces with obscenely large cocks buried in their mouths. A chill ran up my spine, and in my panties . . . my cock twitched.

Wait a minute. I just wanted to check mail! I shook off the feeling and pulled up the page with my mail account and noted a few new ones. There was the response I was looking for. I opened it and started reading. It was a fairly long email. He told me his fem name was Rebecca and that he too had fantasies of sucking cock. Of being forced to service a well hung man. He said he wished we could do it together, dressed as cheerleaders . . . on our knees . . . with some college stud feeding us his huge cock. 

"You'd love that!" The voice whispered in my head. "You'd make a great cheerleader-slut and the skirt would show off your cute ass."

Yeah, that would be . . . hot. My mind held the image Rebecca's description had inspired, and my cock strained against my panties. I was getting a little light-headed reading it. The story went on for a while, describing in great detail how we would please our man. Offering our eager mouths for his pleasure. His cock fucking . . . our mouths . . . our . . . throats. Using us . . .

Ok, that's enough! I shook myself free of the thoughts. Gotta focus. I have work to do. I don't have time to sit and read porn all day!

"At least read the rest of the letter." Came the purr in my head. 

Yeah, I guess I can do that. But then I'm signing out! There was only one paragraph left, so why not. Rebecca continued that if we serviced this stud well enough, he would bring his friends from the basketball team over and then we'd not only have more studs to service, but we'd also get to taste some black cock. My mouth was dry and I could feel the pulse pounding in my chest. 

"Oh yes! Big, black cock is what you need!"

Oh! Mmmm . . . I don't know why, but the image of me being used by a black cock made my temples throb. It was wrong to think that, wasn't it? Was it racist? Why did the idea of a well hung black man towering over me so hot?

"Yes, yes, yes! You need one of those black monster cocks in your mouth!"

I wasn't really thinking as I pulled up my bookmarks. Hands moving almost without my direction. There it was. I selected one I hadn't looked at in a while. I felt a little tremble as www.blackmeatwanted.com loaded. I just stared, mouth open a little. I should close this and just step away. I should stop now. Stop looking at all these beautiful black cocks. I have things to do.

"You're right, you do have things to do. So don't think about being on your knees swallowing your black master's cock."

I gasped and bit my lip. My master's big black . . . cock . . . No, I need to-

"What you need to do is suck cock!" 

I know . . . I should . . . have a cock in my mouth. I felt a little dreamy. I was so flushed, I could almost feet the heat radiating off my face. At least 20 pictures filled my vision, tiled across the screen. All showing very large, black cocks cumming on women's faces or buried inside their mouths, pussies and asses. God, they were so big! So powerful!

"Such lucky sluts. I hope they appreciate being allowed to worship all that back meat. Allowed to be filled . . . stretched and penetrated by those powerful cocks. Bodies pumped full of chocolate cream."

I nodded, rubbing my throbbing dick. So lucky. My mouth was starting to water. To be allowed . . . to be filled . . . with black meat. 

"Look at that slut with the amazing ass."

I clicked on the pic and a movie started loading. I watched as one girl held open the ass cheeks of another and urged on the black man who was lining up his cock, at least 10 inches long, to take her friend's ass. He put the tip against it and pushed. I watched the shaft bow up slightly as it strained for entry. Then suddenly, her ass released and his cock surged inside making her throw her head back and moan lewdly. 

"We need to see that again."

Yes, again. I replayed it over and over. That instant when her ass released, it was if her body sucked it inside. My own hole tingled at what that must have felt like.

"Bet your little boy-hole could use some attention."

I slid my hand down the back of my panties. My index finger gliding down the hairless crack and over my rosebud.

"Slide it in!"

Mmmmm. I sighed as I plunged my finger inside and stroked a few times. The tight, little hole sucked in my finger. Penetrating my . . . my boy-pussy . . .

"No, a sissy little boy-cunt! Women have pussies, sissy-boys like you have cunts. And it needs more. Fill it!"

Yeah. Something to stretch open my . . . tight little boy-cunt. I shiver a little. Getting up I went to rummage through my secret stash of toys and retrieve a nice medium sized plug. In a daze I strip my pants and panties off, lube the plug and begin pressing it home. I'm breathing rapidly as I push it deeper and deeper. There's a little pain as I near the thickest part and I hesitate to let myself relax.

"Take it all, bitch!" 

Yessssss, take it all. I whisper as I jam it forward. The little pinch of pain suddenly vanishes as the widest part goes in and then my cunt swallows the rest eagerly and I sigh. Yes, mmmmmm. I smile at the feeling of being filled. The term 'boy-cunt' floats around my brain, sending little jolts through me.

"Good girl! You follow orders so well, don't you?"

I do. I like to be told what to do. 

"You need to be told what to do! You need something tight to wear."

I go to my stash of girly things and find a hot pink and black pair of women's lycra running shorts. Perfect. I pull them up my shaved legs. So Tight. I pull them into place . . . but it's not quite right.

"Tighter!"

I pull them up and up and up till they are tight between my cheeks and mash my . . . my . . . clit, back between my legs. I give them an extra tug and sigh. Feels so good to be wrapped so tightly in lycra. Hugging my ass so tightly. I slide my had over my crotch. My clit is down between my legs. The tip, rubbing the sensitive skin just behind my balls.

I walk back to my computer, hips swaying a little. It feels so sexy that I keep rubbing my hands over my hips, ass and crotch. It feels delicious! Can't help but pause to admire myself in the mirror. My clit, almost invisible. Such a cute, perky ass. Oh, I'd fuck me! I sit down in the chair and moan a little as the plug surges up inside me and moves around. 

"You should always have something in that tight cunt! It needs to be trained for men to use."

Yeah. Train my cunt. I bite my lip and rock my hips. Enjoying the feel of the plug. Suddenly I feel a little drop of pre-cum travel through the length of my clit and I slide my hand down over the lump. I can feel the cool, wet spot. I love than I'm oozing into my shorts. I open my eyes and start clicking. I open window after window. So much cock!

"Yes, so many big black cocks that need to be drained. Men with cocks like that should be serviced."

Uh-huh. So big. So much bigger than my little clitty. Why wouldn't I get on my knees? Shouldn't we all service cocks like that? A strange surge runs through me as I picture a black man approaching me at the gym. He pulls out his huge cock. Naturally I kneel and service him with my mouth till he empties his manly balls into my tummy. Mmmm, if that happened the only exercise I'd be getting that day would be lifting big cocks up to my lips to drink. An image of me in the middle of the weight room, on my knees in just panties, services cock after cock.

"Exactly. Real men with real COCKS who were born superior to you. Born to be serviced. By submissive, sissy-boys like you."

Wait! No, I'm not like that. I'm a normal guy. I like women. I love the female body!

"Normal guys don't wear panties! They don't shave their legs! They don't fill their hungry CUNTS with rubber toys! And they don't look at foot long, black cocks and drool!"

My thoughts swirled. But . . . but I love pussy. I love to lick a wet pussy!

"Of course you do, dear. But wouldn't that pussy taste soooo much better with cum oozing out of it? Another man's cum? Dribbling out of her stretched, satisfied pussy. Just fucked by a huge cock that has made her cum like you never could. A cock that you will soon beg to clean with your mouth."

A part of me tried to rally, but my mind played the images. Yesssss. Big cock, dripping cum and pussy juice . . . sliding into my mouth. Wait, NO! No, I'm just curious. It's just a tiny part of me. It's just healthy curiosity, that's all!

"Only curious? You really think it's just 'Curiosity'? Be honest with yourself. Think about your fantasies. So many revolve around one idea . . . you on your knees. In your place. Where you were born to be. Even your fantasies about women. Submissive. Remember your fantasy about Carl visiting. Do you remember that fantasy?"

I remember. He visits for a while after his divorce. He's lonely and hasn't had sex in a while. I'm sure he jerks off a lot. Such a waste when I'm here. He finds my panties and my porn. All those pictures of tranny-girls and sissy-boys. Stories of submissive men 'forced' into their place as sissy cocksuckers. Our eyes meet and our relationship changes in an instant. He sees what I am, and knows that my mouth is his for the asking. Why do I see myself on my knees pulling out his big cock? Why do I imagine him thrusting into my throat? Why do I want him to . . . use . . . me. I imagine him waking me each morning with his hard cock in my mouth. And going to bed, each night of his visit with the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"You would become his bitch. His toy. His personal sissy slut."

It's true. I want to know he doesn't see me as an equal any more. I want him to know . . . to know, I am a sissy! His sissy! His mouth to fill anytime he wants.

"Yes you are. A sissy who needs a man to use you for the cum receptacle you really are."

I do need it. My mouth is watering. It needs to be filled. I look back at the screen. The stretched holes and the cum covered faces. I lick my lips. They are open and wiling. How would it feel as the head pushes my lips apart? The friction of the shaft sliding inside? His hands on my head . . . guiding me . . . controlling me.

"Controlled. Used. Slut! Cocksucker!"

Yes! Yes! I am a cocksucker. I need hard cock inside me. My body is almost vibrating. I am clicking more movies. I hear the slurping sounds of the women sucking and watch those magnificent cocks erupt all over those pretty faces. Cum running out their slutty mouths. All that cummmmmm, dripping and oozing . . .

"You know exactly where to get your sissy mouth filled, don't you slut?"

I feel a shiver up my spine. Yes, I know. The video arcade . . . has glory holes. I think of those booths. Dark and smelling of stale cum . . . mmmmm . . . from dozens of men jacking off. All those horny men who hang around outside the booths.

"They know what you are. They can sense why you are there. What you need. That you are a born sissy."

Yes, they'll know. They'll smile and follow me. All those strong men. All those hard cocks . . . 

"All of them in need of a warm, eager mouth to unload inside. They will see you as prey and line up to fill your little tummy with their seed. Knowing you won't resist. That you can't resist. It's your nature . . . your purpose."

But, I can't . . . I . . . I can't go there. So dirty. I can't go to a place like that. 

"You've been there before, right?"

Yes. Sometimes, but I never did anything.

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

Uh-huh.

"You would peek through the glory holes and watch men stroke their cocks. Wishing and fearing that they would shove it through the hole. Afraid of what you would do if they did."

It was true. Knowing that a part of me wanted so badly to offer my mouth, but scared too. So vulnerable with all these strangers.

"This time you will finally do it. This time you will go with only one goal in mind. And you'll wear these shorts, with nothing over them. One look at that hot pink color and they'll know you're in heat. They may even fondle you as you walk by. They may even find your well plugged cunt."

The thought of those pawing hands playing with the plug . . . maybe pulling it out and pushing it back in. Maybe bending me over, pulling the plug out and . . . fucking me right there in the hallway . . . one after another . . . all of them. I whimpered in need. Oh, god! I can't . . . I -

"Yes you can. Yes you WILL! You WILL go. You know you want this. You need this. You will parade past them and swing your hips like the slut you are. Find a booth with two large glory holes, so there will always be a cock waiting for you. Put at least $10 in the machine. Get on your knees in that sperm soaked booth. Open your mouth and do what you NEED to do Do what all those men want you to do. What you were born to do."

Need . . . need to do . . . need to suck. A faint voice whispered that I should jerk off. If I relieved some of the pent up lust, I could break this spell.

"You will not touch your clit or your cunt! You are not allowed to cum, bitch! Understand?"

My hand pulled away. I had to do as I was told. I wanted to do as I was told. I wanted this feeling to last. I loved this primal feeling. No inhibitions. My mind was just a swirling cyclone of lust. It felt sooooo fucking good. 

"It will feel even better with your mouth full of a stranger's cock. Don't come back until you are out of condoms or they close."

But they're open 24 hours a day . . .

"Better take the whole box, Slut!"

Oh, fuck yesssssssss . . . 

-- The End . . . or is it only the beginning?

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The Voice



I'd like to say thanks to my editor raybear26 and thank you to everyone who reads this. Enjoy!

She was in the shower. Rivulets of water flowed over her body, and she revelled in the feel of it as it flowed across her shoulders and down over her breasts. She washed herself thoroughly: the feel of her soapy hands across her skin elicited a moan, and as she rinsed herself off, releasing the shower head and guiding it over her body, she enjoyed the water cascading over her. She shut the shower off and stepped out. She didn't need a towel today – she had laid one out on her bed so that she could perform her ritual. Her breath hitched as she walked to her bedroom thinking about what was to come and looking at how she had arranged the room. 

There was a towel covering the bedspread. Her full length mirror was placed at the foot of the bed, and in the middle of the bed laid the box. The curtains were open, letting the daylight stream into the usually dark abode, and one of the windows was open enough for her to feel the breeze dance over her as she walked towards the bed. She sat in the middle at first, and let her fingers slide across the velvet material of the box next to her before clicking it open and slowly removing each item from its sacred hiding place. Turning to face the mirror, she shifted slightly towards it, and spread her legs. Her pussy had always amazed her. It wasn't the best looking in the world – especially not after four children, but when it was shaved clean, like it was now, the colour and shape always enticed her curiosity. Her skin was still wet, drops of water held onto the end of her very large, erect nipples, almost as if they didn't want to let go, as she looked at herself in the mirror. 

She touched herself slowly at first, caressing down the sides of her breasts and over, slightly teasing the tender buds before she moved down to her stomach. Then she spread her legs wider, and ran her hands down her mound, towards her goal. She stopped at the last second and closed her legs. 'Not yet' she whispered to herself.

Returning to the items on the bed, she picked up the nipple clamps. Simple clamps attached to a chain, she loved the feel of them against her skin, and ran them across her legs, allowing the clamps to dangle by her hidden pussy for a while before dragging them upwards to her breasts. She teased her nipples with the cold metal¬¬ before she attached each clamp, an audible hiss accompanying the bite of steel on her flesh. Her hands moved down to her lap to stroke her thighs again, as if coaxing her legs to open, and as they opened, she stretched them as far as they could go – one on each side of the bed, before she began the exploration of her pussy. She started at the soft skin at the top, playing with it gently, avoiding the hardened clit beneath before she moved further down the folds, and simply pulled her pussy lips apart. She gasped as she watched her hole open slightly, as if it has taken a sharp breath, and holding her pussy lips open with one hand, slid a finger across it and then inside. The clamps on her nipples tightened as she became more aroused and she slid her finger deeper into her enjoying the sight of it disappearing into her hole and the feel of the warmth and wetness around her. A few thrusts later she removed the finger, and took it into her mouth, tasting her bittersweet juice and moaning as she coated it in her saliva. 

She slid up the bed until her head hit the pillows, then sat up and took a sip of water, rolled it around in her mouth and then spat it onto her hand, raised her hips, lifted her ass, pulled her pussy lips apart again and filled her hole with her concoction. Then she picked up the silk scarf from the side of the bed, wiped her hand on it, and placed it over her eyes, tying it gently but firmly. When she was satisfied her blindfold was secure she picked up her favourite vibrator. As she felt the warm liquid slide down around her ass and bottom of her back, she lowered herself back down onto the bed, clicked the vibe on low and guided it down to her pussy. She felt herself swelling as she swirled it around her hole, between her soaking folds, and she moaned. 

Thoughts came to her as she swept the vibrator around her hole. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she continued in anticipation of the thing she'd been waiting for, the reason she performed. And there it was. That same voice she'd heard so many times before.

"That's it... tease that pussy. Get it nice and wet and swollen for me..."

She increased the movement, still swirling around her hole, and yanked on the nipple chain hard, until the clamps released her nipples in a hard pinch, and she felt the first release of her juices trickle from her. 

The voiced moaned. "That's nice, seeing your pussy all wet for me. You are a slut aren't you? A dirty, naughty slut... You enjoy me watching you fuck that sweet cunt of yours."

She moaned; she loved it when the voice said things like that. Instinctively, she began moving the vibrator faster, and turned it up another notch, wondering what it would say next.

"Oh yes baby, do it harder. Push that battery powered man into your juicy fuckhole. Ram that plastic deep in your cunt and fuck it like the slut you are."

The voice drove her insane, and she complied with its request. She drove the vibrator as deep into her pussy as she could, pounding herself with it as if it was a cock. Her other hand grabbed her breast, twisting the nipple, and she released a loud lust filled moan. The room was filled with the slick sounds of her pussy juice sloshing as she rammed the vibrator in and out of her in a fucking motion, she could feel the breeze flowing over her already sensitive skin as it came in though the window – the tension was mounting and all too soon she found herself ready for release.

"Stop." The voice was harsh. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you to, you fucking horny slut. Turn it off and pull it out. Now."

This was new. Usually the voice encouraged her to continue, to pleasure herself in ways she would never have imagined, and then coax her to orgasm. Something was off, her senses were reeling; but she complied. The vibrator slipped from her pussy with a wet pop. She heard the voice breathing heavily, could almost feel the breath on her ear, and she started shaking: suddenly, painfully aware that the voice was closer, louder than usual, and the person it belonged to was in her room. The vibrator dropped from her hand onto the bedspread, and automatically, her legs closed. She opened her eyes, but couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. She couldn't move. She was frozen. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, her breathing grew rapid, and then she felt the chain of her clamps trail across her stomach. She gulped. 

"Shhh, baby. It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to watch, and you were spoiling the fun. Think back. Haven't you enjoyed the times you've heard my voice telling you what to do to yourself? How to fuck that gorgeous cunt of yours for me?"

She felt herself flush with embarrassment, the heat searing from her toes all the way to her cheeks.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. I know you loved it. Every time you've done this, I've been here, outside, on your balcony, my cock straining against my jeans as I've watched you fuck your pussy for me. It's so beautiful to see. I couldn't resist you anymore, had to see you up close. Tell me you don't like it and I'll go away, you'll never hear from me again."

She felt the chain from her nipple clamps trace over her breasts and shivered.

"Did you like it, baby? Did my sweet, dirty slut like it when I told her how to fuck herself?"

She nodded hesitantly.

"Do you want me to go?" 

The voice was softer now, much like she remembered from days gone by when she'd complied with its requests to touch herself gently, bring herself off slowly. She was confused. There was a stranger in her room - but he wasn't a stranger, not really. The voice had coaxed her to orgasm and driven her to ecstasy more times in the past few months than she could remember, and what he told her to do, the way he talked to her, made her feel... free. She shook her head.

The voice sighed, relieved. "Open your legs for me, baby. Let me see that beautiful pussy of yours."

She opened her legs slowly, tentatively. Her heart was still pounding, but her breathing had slowed. She felt as if she were on fire, as she sensed his eyes taking her in. 

"Look at that. How beautiful, how wet you are, even now you're ready for a fuck. You're a horny little slut, just begging for a cock to fuck you."

She felt his hand on her thigh, and groaned, felt her hole open and close with need as he blew hot breath onto her pussy. Then she felt something being placed in her hand, her dildo. It was larger than the vibrator, wider and longer. She'd bought it on a whim, after one of these morning rituals. It always came out with the other toys from the box, but was never used. She licked her lips and waited.

"Feel this in your hand – it feels like a real cock, no? So much better than your plastic man. Put it in your cunt."

She raised it to her mouth. It was dry, and she wasn't as wet as before, she needed some lubrication.

"No. Don't do that. Tease your pussy with it, knock on the door. It'll open. Your pussy will open for it so you can fuck it like you've never fucked before."

She trailed the dildo down her body, across her breasts and nipples, before sliding it over her pussy lips. The groan that came from the voice as she slid the head of it around her lips spurred her on, and she toyed with her hole, raising her hips off the bed as she became more aroused by the feel of it against her. It did feel like a cock. The material was skin like and the veins on the shaft felt so real as she slid it up and down her pussy. 

"That's it. That's my slut, get it wet for me, slick it up in that sweet cunt juice."

His voice tipped her over the edge and she pushed the dildo into her hole, slowly.

"Oh fuck, yes. That's beautiful, so slow; your cunt is opening just like I said it would. That's it, slide it in."

She pulled it out a little as he said that. Her pussy wasn't wet enough yet, and it burned trying to get the dildo into her hole.

"Don't stop."

"It burns." 

He'd never heard her voice before and it startled him. "Trust me. Push it in. Imagine it's a cock. You know you want it; you're so horny, just do it. Ram it deep in your pussy. Fuck it for me. It'll burn at first but then it'll feel so good. Do it." His breath was ragged. "Do it now."

She did. And fuck it burned. But her pussy stretched and took it all in, and then she felt it. His hand on hers, and it drove her insane. She entwined her fingers with his at the base of the dildo, and began fucking herself. 

"Fuck yes! That's it baby, you're such a dirty slut, help me fuck your cunt with that dildo, you horny fucking slut. Raise your hips and fuck into it as you push it into your gorgeous fuckhole. Fuck it like a cock. Fuck it like you've never fucked a cock before. Oh fuck!"

She barely noticed as his hand slipped away from hers, she was so caught up in fucking herself for him. It felt so good, buried in her pussy to the hilt. The tension was building again. She moaned, loud.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

"That's it baby, talk to me. Does it feel good to fuck that big hard cock for me?"

"Yes, oh fuck, yes!"

"You look so beautiful, ramming that cock into your cunt. You have a fucking gorgeous cunt, I want to taste you, suck you, fuck you and coat your walls with my cum. Would you like that you slut? Would you like to fuck my cock?"

"Oh fuck, yes, I want to fuck your cock. I want you to ram it in me like I am doing with this. I want you balls deep and I want you to fuck me senseless."

She heard the sound of a belt being taken off, and then a zipper. She moaned.

"Don't stop baby. I'm not going to fuck you, yet. My cock is so hard, it needs a little attention is all. Keep fucking that cunt of yours. Let me see you. Spread your legs more."

She pulled her legs as far apart as they would go, imagining what she looked like, exposed and open and fucking herself, before she felt him hovering over her. She felt the sting before she heard the snap of something hitting her nipple. 

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm fucking this big fat juicy cock for you and I'm going to cum. Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum."

She rammed the dildo into her pussy harder, and started panting.

"Fuck yes, you slut, fuck that cock, ram your pussy down hard on that cock. Your cunt is so red and swollen and beautiful; let me see it fuck that cock."

Another bit of pain, another snap. The nipple assault made her hand move so fast it was almost a blur. Her hips came off the bed, her feet pushed up her legs as she fucked herself with abandon. 

"That's it you horny fucking slut, you're ready aren't you, ready to cum for me? Just a bit longer... Take it all the way in now, all of it; push it in to the base."

She complied. Then heard a familiar buzzing sound; swiftly followed by the feel of a hand on her stomach. 

"Hold it there for me baby, tighten your juicy cunt around that cock. Feel it all inside you? It's completely buried in your beautiful fuckhole and you love it. I could make you stay here all day with it rammed in your pussy, and you'd still be in heaven. Hold it there for me baby."

She squeezed the walls of her pussy against the toy as hard as she could as she felt the vibrator move across her breasts, tease her nipples, and travel down her stomach. Then she felt it on her clit, and moaned. 

"Not yet, hold still."

He swirled the vibrator over and over, concentrating on her usually neglected bud. Watching as she fought against nature and her pussy started pushing the dildo out slowly. Forcefully he rammed the dildo back into her. She screamed. 

"You are so fucking hot! I love your pussy. Cum for me. Let me see my slut cum."

She was almost in agony from sensation as he said those words, the buzzing on her clit continued for only a few seconds more before she let herself go, her juiced squirting from her as she pushed the fake cock out of her hole. 

"That's it baby, oh you gorgeous slut, squirt for me, open that cunt and cum for me, let me have it all."

Spurts of cum squirted from her pussy as he spoke, she had never cum like this: it was overwhelming. She was shaking uncontrollably from head to toe, and her breath was erratic. . She felt his hand stroke her sides as he coaxed her down from her high. 

"Thank you, my slut. Thank you for showing me. You're so beautiful." He kissed her forehead.

She was still lying on the bed, still shaking from cumming so hard, when she heard the voice stand; heard him move across the room.

"You're leaving?"

She felt bereft. 

"Don't worry, I'll be back. Soon..."

She smiled at the thoughts that flitted through her mind.



The Voice



The second depression changed the world. The rich stayed rich while the poor got poorer and eventually started to kill themselves. People hated their lives. People hated working for a few pennies a day. Eventually, the rich started to go poor. They couldn't afford their workers to keep killing themselves, or stealing, or (the more popular fad) burning down their factories, restaurants, and businesses. The rich finally agreed to higher taxes to help with the economy, but it was too late. There was no going back. 

So the law turned to the Syndicate; the Mafia. The only organization that wasn't going broke. Hell, the harder the times the more the Syndicate flourished. It was made that the Syndicate wouldn't be taxed simply because they had the money to help out the government. Times changed. More gangs grew, became popular, became the new workforce. There were still laws to obey, but they were mostly bent, skewed, or dirty cops paid off to look the other way. Hey, even a cop has to eat and filet mignon is better than hamburger helper every night.

Shya belonged to the Tronics. A gang that was mostly about computer hacking; hell anything with electronics and the Tronics were in on it. That didn't mean they couldn't fire a gun. The Tronics had their own firing rang and laser weapons were their main weapons. Imagine a gun that if it touches your skin you burn continuously or if the beam grazes you you explode. No, the Tronics weren't a bunch of nerds bent on revenge. The Tronics became a force to be reckon with and they bullied their way to being one of the top Syndicate Forces. 

Shya belonged to Jesse. Rumor was that Jesse came from a long line of Triads, but fell in love with the black beauty Shya. Jesse fought to be with her and was cast out of his home and family name. He started the Tronics and she was his queen; they ruled together and when she spoke it was on his behalf always. 

Shya was in her car. A small Hyundai that was crap, but she loved. The interior was all black, but the outside was a shiny white. She kept that car sparkling, washing it just about every day. When she wasn't washing it she was in her car reading usually sitting in the backseat sprawled out. The only place she could get peace and quiet. Shya paid attention to her surroundings as well. Every time she was in the car she made sure all doors were locked and the windows rolled up. She was afraid that someone would try to revenge kill her and kept her gun on her at all times. 

Shya was engrossed in her book noting that she was parked on a busy street and people were getting closer and closer to her car. She would move it, but didn't want to seem paranoid so she ignored her inner voice screaming she was in danger. She was the Queen of the Tronics. She was always in danger, but the deal was not to ever show fear. Shya happened to glance up just as her passenger door handle turned and opened. She reached for her gun a glock, but the unfamiliar guy was already getting in. She opened her door, got out, and ran. She heard footsteps behind her, but didn't dare turn and look. She made it home safely. 

"JesssssseeeeE!" She ended the call to his name on a high screech. He came down the stairs, saw her disheveled face, and embraced her. She immediately went into his arms shaking. 

"Shya what happened?" That was all he needed to say. 

She looked up into his eyes and tried to describe what happened. As she explained Shya realized she probably overreacted and felt stupid. He hugged her close, but Shya still felt like she let the Tronics down. She stepped out of his arms angry. 

"Where are you going?"

"To get my fucking car back." Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but Shya cut him off. The only person who could do that and get away with it. "I'll take Tony with me. We'll just get the car and drive it back here." Shya hit High Tony's arm bringing him out of his stupor. "Come on."

Tony and Shya walked back to the spot she left her car. She glanced around, but her car was gone. "Shit, shit, shit!" Shya pointed for Tony to look down that way while she backtracked and tried to find her car. The streets were still just as crowded and she was angrier than usual. She didn't see her car anywhere and worse the fuckers had her gun and her book; she didn't even get to finish the ending! 

Shya felt someone behind her and she turned. The guy was smiling at her and she instantly knew he was one of the ones to take her car. She groaned realizing that Tony was her backup and she didn't take another gun with her. Arrogance was going to be her downfall. "TONY," she yelled seeing him leaning against a wall. He didn't move. 

The man reached for her and she ducked his arm and slammed her palm into his nose. He stepped back taking away the force of the blow and stopping Shya from smashing the bone of his nose into his brain. She took the opportunity to kick him in the stomach and screamed for Tony once more. Seeing he was no help she turned and ran straight into the hardest chest she had ever felt. She glanced up, but could only see the fist coming at her. Everything went dark. 

******

Jesse paced the room. When Shya had been gone for hours he was annoyed. When she had been gone for a day he was angry. Now it had been one week and no one could find her. Jesse put out an alert to contact every resource they had, but no one knew where she was. He was starting to panic, but his panic always turned into intense anger.

Feeling his world spinning out of control he went into their room. He knelt at the Goddess' altar and meditated. The rumors about him were true except only he and Shya knew they served the Goddess Irina, Goddess of Revenge. She came to them and helped them build the empire they had now as long as she received her payment of carnage and destruction. They had been cutting back and twice before the Goddess ignored his pleas. Now desperate he mediated for hours hoping the Goddess would finally come to him. 

"You wish to see her."

Jesse looked up at his Goddess. "Yes. Please. Is she okay?"

The Goddess blinked twice and shook her head. Jesse's heart leapt into his throat. "I cannot get a clear picture of her. He keeps her doped up. He hurts her. He's trying to break her. He will succeed."

"Who is he?!"

"I do not know. Shya calls him the voice. I can get lucid moments from her, but they are most interesting."

"What is it? Tell me!"

"Demands?" The Goddess didn't like this, but without Jesse and Shya she was merely nothing again. She slowly smiled and it sent chills down Jesse's spine. "How about I show you?" She grabbed his shoulder and Jesse felt like he was being drawn through a long white tunnel before he saw Shya. He knew this wasn't real, but he could feel everything. 

Shya smiled at Jesse; that sexy come hither smile that always turned him on. She slowly slid down his naked body and plunged him into her hot, wet, sheath. She arched her back, moaning, as she slowly began riding him. She always started slow sliding up his full length and back down before the intense feelings took her and she would ride him harder and faster. 

"Fuck me Jesse," she moaned and he turned her over, spreading her legs wide, and pummeled inside her. Her tight folds gripped him and he felt her pussy spasm on his cock. Her moans grew louder, wilder. Her nails raked down his back and he bit her nipple hard hearing her scream in ecstasy. "Don't stop Jesse," Shya moaned. "Don't stop fucking me."

'I'm not going to stop,' Jesse thought as he continued fucking his Queen. Suddenly, Jesse was wrenched from the fantasy and he was kneeling at the altar in front of the Goddess Irina with a raging hard on. He could feel his cock twitching ready for release, but needing just a few more strokes. 

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Shya's head lolled back and she didn't care. She was on whatever drug the Voice kept giving her. She hated drugs. Never done them and now she was a junkie. She started laughing and couldn't stop. The Voice told her to be quiet, but she couldn't stop. His hand connected with the side of her face and the laughter stopped... replaced with tears. The tears he preferred to the laughing. She was allowed to cry softly to herself. She was allowed to cry herself to sleep. 

Shya was awoken with a kick to the side. Her eyes snapped open full of fire, before it slowly faded. The drug taking over and making her care less. "Who do you belong to, bitch!"

Shya just shook her head. She knew what was coming and like clockwork the shirt was ripped from her body, she was thrown face down on a bench, and she could hear the whip in the air. She hoped this time he didn't stop. She hoped this time she would bleed out. She hoped she had enough drugs in her system to make her not feel the pain. There never was enough drugs. 

Shya wouldn't ... couldn't ... do what the Voice wanted. She wasn't sure why. She cared less and less and wanted more and more drugs. The drugs helped. They were her friend. She wasn't sure why she continued to say no, but knew it was important. This time things were different. He cuffed her hands to a thick piece of chain and pulled them out over her head. 

"I'll cut your fucking hands off. Is that what you want?"

Shya began crying.

"I said I'll cut your fucking hands off."

Shya couldn't see the blade, but she could feel the cold metal on her skin. She heard the swoosh as the blade went up into the air and ... "NO! Don't please. I'll do anything."

"Anything," the Voice said in a sing song sort of way. 

"Yes, please," Shya sobbed. 

"Suck my dick, bitch!" Shya shook her head, but was moving towards the voice. The sound of a zipper being pulled down had her near gagging. Then his meat was shoved in her mouth. She sucked it, but she wasn't doing a good enough job as the Voice grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her face. She could barely breathe as he forced every inch of meat into her slobbering mouth. His thrusts went deeper and deeper making her gag and forcing her to open her throat to take him. 

"Yeah, you like it, don't you. Suck my cock, bitch. Take it all."

Shya could feel him getting bigger and harder. She heard him yell that she was not to waste a drop or he was going to cut off each of her fingers. Then he pulsed and warm salty cum hit her throat. It was sticky and she couldn't breathe before she was swallowing jet after jet of his seed. He pushed her head away and ordered a beating for not being better. 

Every night she was beat and forced to take his seed either in her mouth, pussy, or ass. She wasn't sure how many days had passed, but she had come to expect the routine and when the Voice came to her she sat up on the bed, her legs tucked under her and waited for his command. 

"Good girl. It only took 3 months to break you in. I actually thought you would have put up more of a fight. Arm." Shya gave him her right arm. She listened to his words letting them wash through her until he gave a command. He could bullshit all he wanted. She just didn't care anymore. "Then again without my little friend here." She heard him tap the vial before sticking the needle into her arm and injecting her. "You probably would have, wouldn't you?"

Shya didn't respond. She moaned as she felt the drugs lull her body into a floating feeling. She felt so good. She wanted to laugh, but knew better. The drugs were good, but there was only so much of a beating she could take before the drugs wore off. Pain was not her friend. 

"Get dressed."

Shya walked over to the dress the Voice had picked out and put it on. She didn't bother with under garments. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were too big, her pupils too large and black. She had dark circles under her eyes and she was a tad too thin. Her hair was wild, tangled, and brittle. Shya blinked trying to remember why she looked like this. Then the Voice started talking to her. 

"You look beautiful. See how the dress clings to your form." And Shya did see. "See how your nipples are so large and poke through the thin material making me hard. See how the dress is just see through to make you wild with passion without actually seeing your naked form. You're beautiful." And Shya felt beautiful. 

"Put on this cloak. Put the hood up. You will walk with me tonight. We have a coming out ball to go too. Show the Syndicate that we are the new Gang to not be fucked with!"

Shya pulled the hood up so that it went just past her face. She could see halfway down her vision. She didn't care what was going on. She heard footsteps and she followed with her head down and her hands clasped in front of her. She felt the cloak tug and knew it was trailing slightly behind her. She didn't care. She just needed a new fix. The drugs were wearing off. 

Shya sat in the bumpy car ride listening to the conversation around, but not caring what was being said. The Voice was excited. They were hosting a Gala for all of the Syndicate so they could be voted in and recognized as a fellow Syndicate gang. Shya felt a stir down deep, but it was easily forgotten. The car finally came to a stop and she exited the vehicle. The party seemed to already be underway as she followed the Voice down a side corridor and out into the party. She was led up onto the stage and she stood off to the side while the Voice sat down and conversed with various people. Shya's head stayed lowered and she began to get a little antsy. She needed a new fix soon. 

Finally the Voice started his speech which meant to Shya the coming to an end of the night and then they'll go home, she'll get a new fix, he'll demand some sort of sex, and sleep. The important part was the new fix. She knew the drug was still in her body, but she was starting to feel like everything was too real. The volume of the Voice was too loud. Her clothes too scratchy. Everything was just too real. 

"... so thank you all for coming; Triads, Mafia, Tronics, Crypts, Bloods, Kings, and everyone else. You honor me with your attendance." The applause was thunderous and Shya jumped at the sound. 

The Voice pulled her to him and turned her from the crowd. He pulled back the hood of the cloak and gripped her chin hard. "Don't you embarrass me," he whispered into her ear. The cloak was heavy and fell to the ground. The dress was backless and the crowd stared at the heavy scars on her back. Most didn't care and probably wondered what she did to deserve a fierce beating and not just death. Shya nodded and was roughly turned back to the crowd. 

"Shya!"

Shya lifted her head seeing blurs of people. Deep down she recognized the voice. "Jesse," she moaned quietly. 

The Voice couldn't leave his own party, so he jumped down from the stage stopping the group that was advancing on Shya. His own gang stepped up to the plate. Shya stared with a vacant look as Jesse came crashing through his own gang and faced the Voice. He was looking at the Voice, but speaking to Shya. 

"Shya come to me."

Shya took a step, but the Voice stopped her with his own command. "No." Shya felt as if she had been slapped and abruptly stopped. 

"Shya honey," Jesse's voice was gentle and tinged with anger. Shya shook her head. The Voice would hurt her. This was a dream. She was dreaming again. The Voice had caught her before when she dreamed of Jesse and the punishment had always been bad. Very bad. "Shya!" She put her hands over her ears. 

The Voice laughed. "Shya come here." Shya put her hands down and immediately went to the voice. "She belongs to me now. She's mine. See how she responds to just my voice." 

Jesse looked at Shya. She saw him lift a hand. This was different from her dream. By now they would already be having sex. "Come. I won't let him hurt you anymore."

"Is this a dream?"

"No."

Shya trusted Jesse. The Voice tried to pull her back, but she had already extended her hand and took Jesse's. She was pulled forward and then there were screams behind her. She was ushered forward into the darkness and blessed silence. 

*****

The last 5 months were hell. Shya finally felt like she was her old self. She wouldn't wish detox on her enemy. No, wait. Shya would wish detox on her enemy and hoped they had to repeat it over and over until they felt so drained they couldn't lift themselves and starved to death. 

Shya glanced at the mirror. She looked like hell. Goddess Irina smiled at her. Shya smiled back. "Spring Cleaning." Shya picked up her shotgun and walked down the steps from her and Jesse's room and made her way to the common room. She wore only a black wife beater and a pair of dark green bikini panties. She turned the corner and saw High Tony. He lifted himself and smiled slightly, but she wasn't smiling at all. 

"I hate drugs. You all know I hate drugs." She spoke to everyone. "I understand getting high once in awhile; taking the edge off. BUT to be stoned every moment of the day." Shya turned back to Tony. "I called for you. Twice. You failed me."

"It won't happen again."

Shya stared into his eyes. He was high even now. She put the shotgun to his head and pulled the trigger. "I know." His brain matter, gore, and blood sprayed onto her. She didn't wipe him off. She turned to the next 3 people and stared at each of them. "We are a weak house. Our contacts knew who had me AND NO ONE! gave you the information. We WILL rectify that."

Shya turned to Mikey the drunk. "Being drunk is worse than being high." He started to speak, but she shot him in the throat. The first jet of blood pumped out of his body coating her in what used to keep Mikey alive. The second heartbeat of blood barely gushed out of the hole in his throat. Shya left him to bleed out onto the floor. "Taking the edge off is one thing. Wanting to get krunk with the fellas is one thing. Getting drunk once or twice a week – acceptable. Getting drunk anymore than that and ..." Shya turned her shotgun on the next drunk and shot him in the chest...twice. The force of the bullets at such close range killed him instantly and his gore covered her shotgun and her. 

She heard a cry of outrage and she bent slightly over so the thug would embrace her back. He wasn't expecting her to roll him over her back and give a small hop at the end sending him flying into the air. She pushed the shotgun into his chest and pulled the trigger twice before he came down. She was coated with a fresh batch of weakling. She began reloading her gun. 

"You attack me?" She smirked as her dead eyes took in her House. "I will not have a weak house. You will be better than the rest of those fucking Syndicate fucks out there. We were once on top and now we are laughed at. Our numbers are down. Down! You don't fucking care. Then I'll burn us all. One by one I'll kill every last one of you mother fuckers. You are Tronics. You swore to live and DIE by our name. You let me down you die, motherfucker. AM. I. CLEAR?!"

There was a cry of unity as her house once more became the House of Tronics. She slowly smiled and looked each and every person in the eye that was in the common room. "Get everyone else. We are doing some spring cleaning. I want everyone here and everyone who is too fucking weak to be a Tronic, but somehow got their fucking ass into MY house in the center of this fucking common room. You have 1 hour to bring every fucking Tronic into my house. There will not be a single excuse as to why your ass ain't here. Am I clear?"

There was a cry of agreement as they all bolted to get every sister and brother of the Tronic house. Shya turned to the stairs and saw Jesse looking down at her. Pride was in his eyes. 

1 hour later and Shya was still covered in the gore of her dying members. Her black shirt was caked in blood and her green panties now looked black. Her eyes were dead and the 20 members in the middle of the room looked petrified with fear. She knew what some of their crimes were ranging from dependency on drugs, alcohol to something as small as not being able to take orders. All easily rectifiable with a pull of a trigger. The ones addicted to alcohol and drugs were taken care of first and without remorse. 




The Voice



"Why is he here?" Shya pointed at the stocky man with her shotgun. 

"Cowardice," someone yelled. 

Shya smirked. She switched her shotgun for a glock, courtesy of her lover, and aimed at a housemate next to the stocky man. "Save your housemate." Shya cocked the gun so that the stocky man knew she wanted him to jump in front of the bullet. She pulled the trigger. The bullet hit his housemate in the head. The stocky man quivered and shook. She saw him start to move, but couldn't finish. "You're useless to us." She shot him in the head and once in the chest making sure he died. 

"Anyone else for cowardice?" Another man was pushed in front of her. "Save your housemate." Shya did the same thing. She cocked the gun and just as she pulled the trigger the man pushed his housemate out of the way and the bullet hit him in the arm. She smiled and the house of Tronics clapped and whooped it up. "Bandage his arm. Welcome back brother." The man felt pride. She could see it in his eyes he was afraid no more. 

"You," Shya turned to one of the biggest motherfuckers she had ever seen. "You think you don't have to follow directions. Is that right?"

"No ma'am."

"You think because you're a big motherfucker I won't kill you."

"No ma'am."

"You're size ain't shit to me if you can't follow fucking orders. Who do you hate?"

"That fuck Paul."

Shya grew annoyed. "Which fucking Paul, asshole."

"Rodriguez."

"Why?"

"Because he thinks he's a smart ass. He doesn't listen to reason and he needlessly causes drama. He's on a power trip. He ain't shit."

Shya nodded. "Paul come here." Paul stepped forward. "Give Mr. Big Shot an order."

"Lick my fucking boots," Paul sneered. Big boy looked at Shya who just waited. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Paul's boots. They were filthy, covered with grime, and probably shit. He got down on one knee and licked his boots. 

"Keep licking big boy," Shya commanded as she addressed her house. "You have a chain of command. I do not want to hear every fucking problem you have with your leader. He says jump you say how fucking high. He says jump in front of that train you better fucking do it. He says lick the dog shit from his boots you get on one fucking knee and do it. Got that."

Shya waited for every head to nod or look of affirmation before continuing. "Big boy, punch Paulie as hard as you can in the chest."

"Huh," Paul said. Big boy wasted no time before he stood up, cocked back, and slammed his meaty fist into Paul's chest with a resounding crack. Paul flew back and hit the wall. He slumped and from the cave in his chest she knew he was dying. He sputtered and blood bubbled from his lips as he tried to take in breaths. 

"Leaders. If your subordinates do not respect you how can they follow you? Your brothers and sisters lives should mean more to you than your own. They are not expendable. You are. You give an order they will follow it, but you better be damned sure it was the best fucking order available at that time. They will die for you. You cause any senseless deaths and I will make sure your death is a painful one. We are smart. We are Tronics. We aren't some fucked up thugs. And any leader who forgets that can die like Paul here." Shya turned and Paul hiccupped twice and stayed still. Shya looked at Big Boy who nodded his own approval. 

"Who are we missing," Shya was sure that there will be someone who wasn't here thinking they could get out of being at this mandatory meeting for whatever reason. There was silence and she was almost impressed until someone stepped forward. 

"4 of our boys were arrested last night."

Shya blinked, 'Arrested? When did the Tronics start getting arrested?' "For what?"

"Public disturbance."

Shya laughed. She could not believe that the Tronics clout had gone so low. She turned to Jesse and he walked down the stairs. She could feel the anger emanating off him. She took a step back and let him lead. As always Jesse was straight to the point. "Where?"

"Metro station. The-they wouldn't let me post bail." The thug lowered her head sure she had failed and Shya knew she was scared. 

Jesse nodded his head almost as if he was having an internal conversation with himself and the outcome wasn't good. "Okay."

Shya went up the stairs and hopped into the shower. She let her clothes fall onto the bathtub floor as she quickly scrubbed the dried blood and gore from her body. She quickly toweled off and put on a pair of jeans, combat boots, and another wife beater. She holstered the gun at her back and slipped on an authentic samurai sword. She walked down the stairs as Jesse turned to her. The crew that was coming with them had already been picked. 

Big Boy was smiling feeling that he had been upgraded to guard duty. Really, it was because he was level headed, big, and proved he could take any order even the most degrading one. 

Red, aptly named for the color she loved to wear, had headphones on. If you weren't paying attention you would think she was listening to her IPod. Red was always connected to some system and even now she was getting the schematics for the Metro Station just in case shit went south. 

Marquis was another hacker. He was your conventional nerdy looking type. He grew up on the wrong side of the tracks until the Tronics took him in and gave him a laptop. He had been loyal ever since. He would stay in the car while the rest went in. 

Jesse made sure everyone had a laser rifle; standard issue for the Tronics, except Shya and he each had a Samurai sword. Jesse caressed his and knew the Triads wished he didn't carry it. He didn't give a fuck. His father gave him both of those swords and he would always carry one with him at all times and was honored to have Shya carry its twin. 

Shya entered the Metro station beside Jesse. The whole police station stopped and stared at them. They heard rumors she was back with Jesse and the whole sordid story of what happened. They also knew that that new gang that was trying to get into the Syndicate had left the area, but wasn't gone for good. Jesse was the strong, quiet type so Shya stepped up to the counter and looked at the officer. 

"I want my boys."

"Bail money."

Shya withdrew her pistol and laid it out on the counter top. All the officers froze. They were at a pinnacle. They still had to uphold the law, but Shya was calling each and every one of them out. She glanced around the station as she felt her crew get into formation to protect her back. No one withdrew a weapon yet, but it was getting close. 

"I was just joking with you." Shya turned her head to the side not smiling. "Peters. Lead the Tronics over to those boys."

Shya followed Peters and knew her crew was still on high alert. She heard an angry whisper as she walked down the hall. "What the fuck, Henry? You scared of 4 Tronics. We have a station full of people."

"You didn't see her eyes. You didn't see death staring at you begging you to make a move. So get the fuck off me."

Shya turned to Jesse who heard it too. He smiled and she smiled back before turning back to Peters. He led them to a holding cell and turned the key in the door. There were only 5 people in the cell. Shya stepped back so the 4 members who looked impressed, but also scared that their leaders came and got them, could exit the cell. 

"I want to be a Tronic," came the lone voice of the person left in the cell. 

Shya turned to him. "What makes you think you're good enough to be a Tronic."

"I whipped your boys. All of them." Shya turned to her crewmates who shrugged and agreed they got their asses handed to them. She turned back to the man. "I don't need a thug. We have enough of them."

"I know how to get to Jon." Shya turned away not caring or knowing who Jon was. "Most call him the Voice, because that's how he controls everyone: through just his voice."

Shya stopped. Her back was still to the man. He knew he caught her interest. "Why should I trust or believe you."

"Because I have nothing else. I have no affiliation. My wife left me to whore herself out for some investment banker. I'm at rock bottom and just need a place to belong; to matter."

That's how everyone who joins with a gang gets in. They have no where else to go. Besides Shya had a score to settle. "I don't care about the Voice," Shya lied. "He's no more. I had my revenge. You lie to me. I cut off your balls. You steal from us. I geld you. You don't pull your own weight I'll cut off every appendage on your body."

"You're toes are appendages," Jesse said quietly reminding the man she didn't just mean fingers, ears, and cock. 

Shya turned to the man. "So I pray that you're lying to me, trying to gather information on the Tronics, and conveniently forgot the order your leader told you to do. I pray so that I can rip you limb from limb, bathe in your blood, and sleep peacefully that night. Come on."

The man hesitated and Shya cocked her head. It was too late to turn back now. He stood up and the officer let him go. Shya turned to the officer who looked green. "You look hungry. Have a family?"

The officer gulped thinking she was threatening him. She shook her head, reached behind her, and felt a heavy hand slap 10 $100's in her hand. "Here. I know the force is having trouble. You keep people in line. You work hard. You deserve it. I expect nothing in return." And she didn't. Not this time.

Shya returned to her home just to kill 2 of the 5 people she got out of jail. There was a new order and things would be different. Everyone dispersed and Newbie was kept under close watch. She retreated to her bedroom and felt herself being pushed onto the bed. She turned just to have Jesse sit down, pick her up, and plant her on his huge cock. His thick meat penetrated her tight folds, pushing deep into her pussy. Her pussy clamped down hard on him and he moaned his appreciation. 

"I missed you so much. I will never let you go."

"I know."

As if she weighed nothing Jesse lifted Shya up and down on that thick member until she greedily picked up the rhythm. All thoughts forgotten as she clenched him tightly feeling her pussy slide up and down his cock. His mouth found her breast and he bit the nipple before soothing the sharp sting with his tongue. Her hand entwined in his hair pushing him closer and urging him for more; needing more. 

He stood up with her still impaled on his dick and pushed her against the wall. He needed to take control. He slammed himself into her over and over. Her hands clutched his neck and she moved her hips in time to his strokes. His hands were on either side of her letting his weight hold her up. She threw her head back and felt her body coiling tighter and tighter. 

"Jesse." She only needed to say his name once. He gripped her hips and pounded harder into her making sure she felt every inch of his cock deep into her chamber. He felt her pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter. He roared feeling his cock engorge and she shuddered. Her body bucked and jerked as her orgasm took her. He finally released his own seed deep into her body, his teeth clamping down on her collar bone. Exhausted he slowly let her slide down the wall. 

"Jesse." Shya looked at her King. "I need to kill the Voice."

"I know, baby, I know. We'll kill the sonofabitch." He kissed the top of her head and they stared at each other in the mirror. 

Goddess Irina smiled at them and licked the blood off her hand.



The Voice



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[Thanks to the wonderful and gracious sensualsharon for breathing life into my story. All flaws are entirely mine.]

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Synopsis: This one was inspired by SensualSharon and her voice fetish. She starts getting anonymous phone calls from a co-worker. It starts out as harmless fun...

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My name is Sharon. I'm 33, an attractive single lady. Like all ladies in their sexual prime, I have many turn-ons, but one in particular is very strong for me. I have a voice fetish. There's a particular kind of voice that I find extremely arousing, it's totally incredible when I find it. Sometimes it turns up in the most unexpected places. Let me tell you a story.

A while back I worked in the administration section of a pharmaceuticals company. They manufactured veterinary medicines. There were lots of different types of people employed there. We had lab geeks, a big store room where the more physical guys worked and the office, where all the sexy secretaries hung out.

I worked in the office, I looked after payroll, processed invoices, paper-trails and computer records, nothing too exciting. Except, exciting things did happen. I got to meet lots of fantastic people, and somehow it lead me down many interesting paths.

All the secretaries loved getting attention from the guys, even the married ones loved to flirt. I loved hearing about who they all liked. Some of the girls were very graphic when it came to talking about their fantasies, and there were a couple of affairs going on. As a result, I often found myself very aroused in the office.

As time went on, I found I enjoyed flirting more and more, it made the days go by so much faster. A little daydreaming couldn't hurt anyone, could it?

There was one guy that I especially liked, but he had a girlfriend. He was in his early twenties ans in very good condition. He was called Kevin, he worked in the stores.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly what I liked about him, but he was tall, dark and handsome, a cliche I know, but true. He exuded confidence without being arrogant and had a great sense of humor. I usually found it difficult to talk to guys that I like, but Kevin put me at ease. Lastly, there was his voice. It had a profound effect on me, it made my heart thump in my chest and gave me butterflies. I could listen to him read the national budget, and find myself getting aroused and exceedingly wet.

His presence was spellbinding and thrilling to me, and I found myself flirting with him more and more as I got to know him better. He seemed to enjoy our chats, but I could never get a read on whether or not he liked me.

It was a tradition at work to have a company picnic day, at the beginning of summer. It was great, we got an afternoon to enjoy a barbecue, some good food and a couple of beers.

It was a gorgeous sunny day, and us girls had been chatting over a couple of cold beers. I was a little tipsy, but that was OK, I'd been promised a lift home by Jane.

I bumped into Kevin, by the beer cooler, and we got chatting. At one point I overstepped the line a little.

"You really are a doll" I told him sincerely. I pinched his check between my thumb and finger, "Why are the good ones always taken?" He was a good sport and laughed it off, taking it all as a compliment.

"Are you OK to get home he asked? If you need a lift, my brother is coming to pick me up, I'm sure we could drop you off on our way home."

"See what I mean?" I smiled, "A knight in shining Armour! That's OK Kevin, Jane's already promised me a lift" I replied.

"Too bad." He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

The next day in work, most people had slight hangovers and tired heads but the atmosphere was great. I wasn't too bad, but I felt a little tired and was definitely glad when home-time came. Later that evening, not long after dinner the phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello, this is Sharon." There was only silence on the line, but I could hear breathing. It gave me chills and I was just about to hang up when I heard a voice.

"Hello Sharon" said the voice softly. I felt trepidation, dread and confusion. Alarmingly, I also felt recognition, but I could not place his voice. I also have to admit that I found it sexy.

"Who is this? What do you want?" I asked, my voice shaky. He ignored my first question.

"I want to know you Sharon, I want to know how it feels to push my big cock slowly into your dripping wet cunt" he said softly.

My mouth opened to respond but nothing came out. I was too shocked, too paralyzed in horror. My heart hammered scarily fast.

"I want to make you cum like the Niagra falls as I fuck you deep into boundless ecstasy."

I stood for a moment, my mouth agape. His words, his voice had penetrated right into my body. I actually felt, just for an instant, the thrilling sensation of fingertips gliding delicately along my slit, having been groped by his soft sensual voice.

In a flustered panic I hung up the phone. I was trembling, I poured a small brandy and gulped it down.

The phone rang again, causing me to jump. I picked up, then hung up, then switched the answering machine to take any further calls.

I sat on the sofa, my heart still racing. I tried to convince myself that it was just some random caller, but I was unlisted. How did he know my name?

Also, a niggling feeling would not go away. I knew who had called, a slowly dawning recognition told me it was Kevin! I wasn't certain. He hadn't said that much, and what he had said had been softly spoken and breathless. But there was something that rang a bell, and with the warmth of brandy flushing my cheeks I felt myself smile.

I lay down on the couch and replayed the call in my mind. As I pictured Kevin, it made my pussy ache with tingling excitement.

I put my hands inside my panties and realized that I was already very very wet. I imagined him having his way with me down in a small room, off the main storage area, and masturbated myself to a frenzied orgasm.

I slept soundly that night, and checked the answering machine in the morning. I was more than a little disappointed not to have a message from Kevin!

I dressed up quite sexily, taking great pains with my hair and make-up before going to work. I wore a white see through blouse, with a satin camisole underneath, a black skirt just above the knee, seamed stockings and a pair of killer heels.

I'm not sure why, perhaps I was trying to get someone's attention.

That day at work, I saw Kevin in the canteen at lunchtime. He was totally his usual self, breezy and chatting.

"You look nice today Sharon," Kevin commented. I took a seat opposite him.

"Some pervert called me up last night," I confided, my eyes widened as I watched his face show calmness and curiosity, without betraying so much as a flicker of guilt. He was giving nothing away.

"Well Sharon, with the way you look, it's hardly very surprising. I'll bet you're turning heads today!" smiled Kevin. "What did he say?" he asked.

"I don't know, I hung up" I lied.

"You're one hell of a good actor Kevin" I thought to myself. I didn't see much of him throughout the remainder of the day.

That night, after dinner, I turned on T.V. but I could not concentrate on anything. I was restless. Who was I kidding, I was waiting impatiently for the phone to ring. And it did.

Over the coming days and weeks, the phone calls continued. At first I just listened. I was turned on by his obscene descriptions of what he'd like to do with me.

But even more potent was the voice. I found it to be addictive, soothing. I started to trust it. One particular night I was very horny. I found myself unable to resist talking to him, I began to talk back.

God, I loved it. It got me so worked up. My frustrations were driving me insane. Every day I went to work dressing increasingly sexy. I was starting to get a lot of male attention, but I stayed focused on him.

One Sunday evening, the phone rang at the now usual time. I picked up.

"Hello, this is Sharon, with whom am I speaking?" I tried to sound sultry.

"You looked so sexy in work today, like a high class whore. You looked like you wanted to be used and cummed into. God how I wanted to bend you over your desk and fuck you. That was the desired effect I presume? You did get dressed up for me, didn't you?" his voice asked softly.

"Yes, I'm so glad you approve." I answered. "You made me so wet last night, I could not stop thinking about having your cock inside me."

"I do approve. My hand is moving slowly up your skirt Sharon, groping your cunt" he gasped.

I was entranced by his voice, my legs spread for him and my hand moved up my thigh. I groped my cunt, my fingers and palm curled firmly against my soaking panties. His breathing reverberated through me.

"It feels so good," I panted, "my pussy is hollow without your big cock to fill me up. Please, I need to feel it slide inside me." I could tell he was stroking his cock.

"Your panties are so wet Sharon, I know what you need. I'm hooking a finger under the crotch of your panties pulling them aside."

As he spoke I mirrored his actions.

"The tip of my cock parting your lubricated lips feels heavenly," he whispered.

I had to make do with a vibrator, but his voice brought the experience to life. He made it feel so incredibly real. I could feel every sensation he described. It was beyond amazing.

We continued our phone sex for over an hour and I managed to come 3 times. By the end of it I was literally sitting in a puddle of juices.

"I know who you are!" I blurted. So much for my poker-face. I'd had enough, I needed to take this further.

"Do you?" he chided, I could hear him smile.

"I want you to work late tomorrow night. I will too of course. When everyone else has left for the evening, I want you to fuck me, then fuck me again, keep on fucking me. Then fuck me some more. Use me however you please, bend me over a desk, I'm yours."

I didn't care that my desperation was evident. I was desperate. The phone-line went dead.

I was so excited next morning I woke early and got dressed. By now I felt I knew how he liked me to dress, sexy simple elegance.

I selected a black silk wrap dress. It hung just below the knee and was slightly low cut, showing a hint of cleavage but it was classy and by no means slutty. I wore a white pearl necklace, and pearl earrings. The sleeves came midway between my shoulders and elbows.

Underneath I wore matching black silk lingerie.

The dress clung tightly to my body, wrapping beautifully across my full breasts, and cinched in at the waist by a tied belt, highlighting my curvy figure.

It also allowed for easy access, unwrapping it was just as easy as wrapping it. I loved the way it draped over my body, and the feel of the silk as it brushed across the bare flesh of my legs. To finish the outfit, I wore black stilettos.

The day in work was a real drag, a much slower Monday than usual. I couldn't keep focused. I just wished everyone would fuck off home to leave us to it. By 6:45 there were only a few stragglers left. Kevin was still here, and I knew our time was getting close.

I looked out the office window, and watched in horror as he walked out of the building, got in his car a drove away. What the fuck? Maybe he was just being cautious? Perhaps he was going to come back when the last person had left? Jane and Melissa were the last two to leave the office, then I was all alone. I waited for 15 minutes, really pissed when Kevin didn't show.

I sighed and got up, switching off the office lights. I went into the canteen before I left, the daily ritual of putting my mug into the dishwasher.

Suddenly the lights went off, leaving me in darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I looked back over my shoulder. I could just make out the slightly darker silhouette of a man standing in the canteen doorway.

"Be careful what you wish for." It was him, and I could hear humor mixed with dripping expectancy. His voice made my pussy tingle with anticipation. I could sense my juices flowing.

As well as sexual excitement, I felt apprehensive. Why had he turned off the lights? My heart was beating wildly. I didn't dare to move, I was rooted to the spot, my hands on the dishwasher supporting me.

"I thought you'd left?" I asked weakly.

"No, I'm still here." He walked into the room, taking his time. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." His voice lusty and so arousing. "Have you been fantasizing all day about being my whore?" he asked, coming closer.

"Yes." He was only a few steps away from me now. The wait was agonizing. Every fiber of my being was knotted with aching desire, I was breathless with tension.

"Did you imagine me coming into your cunt?" His words thrilled me, I could feel the effects of the blood rushing to my cunt, my swollen clit pulsed rapidly.

"God yes. It made me so wet, I need to feel your cock inside me" I gasped.

He stepped in close behind me, his hands squeezed my heaving breasts, caressing while his lips tickled my earlobe, biting gently. I felt goosebumps prickling my arms.

"You won't have to ache much longer. I'm going to use you like a slut" he whispered, his breath was hot and tickly.

I trembled as his hands glided down over my belly, the deep ache in my cunt now overpowering. Each moment without his cock was a life sentence.

"I'm your private whore, take me, use me you dirty bastard" I responded. His hands rolled over as they reached my hips, his fingernails and knuckles brushed delicately along the lines where my legs join my torso, oh god, such agonizing pleasure.

I thought I might cum, before he even got started. He had such power over me and I could tell he was getting off on it. Juice streamed from my snatch, as his fingernails converged just above my mound, moving tenderly over the curve of my pubis. He uncurled his fingers, and pushed them between my spread legs groping my cunt.

I moaned softly at his opulent touch. His left hand trailed back up to my hip, his right moved in and out, my silk dress bunched up as he stroked my snatch.

I felt his bulge grinding into my ass. His finger parted my lips through the flimsy silk fabric. He pulled back, and unzipped himself, all the while pleasuring my cunt with his right hand. I felt his rigid cock so hot and hard, pressed against my silk covered ass.

His hands moved to my hips, then slowly down along my outer thighs. I waggled my ass, brushing it over and back across his cock.

His hands moved below the hem of my dress, moving underneath. His fingertips flowed slowly back along the smooth soft skin of my thighs, back to my hips, lifting up my dress up over my ass on their way.

I felt a crackling sensation on my skin, static where he touched me. His hands reached the waistband of my panties before moving back down again, this time drawing my soaked panties down all the way to my ankles. I stepped out of them, feeling the air cool against my hot glistening cunt.

The tip of his cock nudged my slit open, making me inhale sharply. My eyeballs rolled and I felt faint. I bent over further and dropped to my elbows, leaning on the dishwasher for support.

"Stick your cock in me, please" I urged, panting desperately.

He thrusted forward sudden and forceful, his formidable girth jammed tightly into my cunt.

"Oohhhh," I cried out, feeling the lush texture of his helmet stretching my tunnel. I began to gyrate my hips a little, greasing his heavenly cock, before I felt it stabbing deeper into my tight snatch.

"Come for me my whore" he commanded. His voice washed over me, I felt like I was drowning in pleasure. It was too much, unendurable. I went completely limp, some threshold had been surpassed. I shuddered violently as I came onto his powerful surging cock. 

My shocked body went into some kind of defensive state, relaxing entirely. My pussy contracted involuntarily, gripping his big cock like a vice. 

He didn't stop, his rhythm and intensity increasing, prolonging my contractions. I cried out, primal and guttural as he fucked me, giving me no chance to recover.

He was relentless, merciless, a ravenous beast. My knees buckled as he rammed his magnificent cock into my defenseless cunt. Each power-stroke almost lifting me off the ground.

Instead of tapering off, my orgasm grew in severity. Each thrust of his cock accompanied by a staggering injection of tortuous bliss. My whole body quaked, unable to cope with his rampant cock.

I was sure such intensity could not last, but it did. It went on and on and I completely lost track of time. Orgasm after orgasm, I didn't know if it was multiple or if I was still on the first one.

When he eventually came, I was utterly his, completely out of control, writhing on his incredible cock.

Rumbling waves of ecstasy radiated outwards from my cunt as pressure jets of his searing hot semen lashed into me.

My legs gave, I collapsed as he hosed his gargantuan load into me, his twitching ejaculating cock now holding me up.

My breathless moans emerged sounding more like primal growls and grunts. His orgasm finally began to diminish after what seemed like an eternity, and I felt a blissful sense of well-being, the pleasure now at bearable levels.

"Oh my god" I gasped, trying, but failing, to catch my breath. I felt a warm pleasantness, as I basked in afterglow of our sex.

His cock softened in my pussy, such a delicious indulgence. I heard myself purring, the cat that got the cream.

He withdrew his length slowly from me, it was still painful to lose him. My dress fell back down to a decent position and I turned to see him.

It was gloomy, I looked at his face. It was familiar, but it wasn't Kevin! We kissed passionately, he held me in his arms.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Johnny" he smiled. I think a part of me had known all along that it wasn't Kevin.

"You sound a lot like someone I know!"

"Everyone mistakes my voice for my brother's," he laughed. "People always call me Kevin when I answer the phone. I saw you at the Company Picnic when I collected him, I have to say I was besotted. I stole your number from his phone." I kissed him again, a slow lingering kiss, breathing in his breath, tasting his yummyness. "I've only been working here just over a week, Kevin got me the job. My god you're such a hot sexy bitch. The outfits you wear."

"Those are for you Johnny. Turn on the light's I want to see you."

He walked to the doorway and flicked the switch, then turned around grinning his handsome grin.

He was only 21, with jet black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. What a hunk. He was even hotter than Kevin! On his way back he detoured, picked up my panties and put them in his pocket. I sat on a table and he came over and kissed me.

"You're beautiful" I said.

"So are you," he replied.

He was hard again. I spread for him. We made long slow sensual love. He fucked me on the canteen table as I sat in an upright position, kissing him, touching his muscular young body.

It was amazing, tender, and if possible, even better than our first fuck.

As I walked back to my car panty-less, I could feel his warm cum trickling down my inner thigh. It tickled.

I drove home on autopilot, my mind elsewhere, replaying the scenes over and over. I was barely in the door of my house when the phone rang. It was him.

"I've been thinking about you Sharon. I've got your soaking wet panties wrapped around my hard cock. It makes me feel so close to you."

I smiled as I thought of his wonderful cock. We talked dirty for a little while, but I got a little frustrated and impatient.




The Voice



"Why don't you come on over here Johnny. Perhaps, if you pushed that big cock of yours into my wet aching cunt, you'd feel even closer to me."

The line went instantly dead.



The Voice



It had been a long day and at work, and her feet were sore. She breathed a sigh. Finally safe and home, she could let all her stress go. She opened the door to her darkened bedroom. Reaching for the light switch, she suddenly found herself pinned against the door. She couldn't see anything, but felt the weight holding her arms against her sides. Momentary panic was replaced by a thrill running through her as she recognized the voice.

"Shhhhhhhhh..." it whispered.

The hands released her arms, but she didn't move a muscle in the darkness. Pulling at her feet, her shoulders, her waist. Her clothes fell to the floor in a heap, piece by piece. Her bra and panties quickly added to the pile. She stood naked and blind in the still darkness, listening for movement, her back against the icy wall.

Hot breath rushed across her skin. It glided up and down and around her, sending goose bumps and chills through her. Fingertips -- soft at first, then heavier as they moved -- slid up and down her thighs. She was so excited. It had been so long. She had been waiting; unappreciated, needing this.

Hands reached for her, slid around her head, cupping her cheek and jaw. Her chin lifted and she felt his moist tongue lap at her ear lobe. It slid down, tracing across her throat to the other side, and up to her mouth.

They kissed; deep and long. She breathed deep into him, feeling his warmth, smelling his aftershave.

Her hands instinctively came up, but his hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned them back. He pulled his body back, their breath hot on each other's lips.

"The bed," the voice whispered. "Right fucking now." The hands released her.

She obeyed, stepping over. The hands spun her around, facing the bed. They lifted her arms above her head. Their bodies touched for the first time. She felt him, warm and soft against her body. His hands slid up and down her hips. He pressed his hardening smoothness against her. She pressed back harder. She wanted him inside of her so badly.

He nibbled at her neck from behind, softly kissing each spot after each bite, working his way across her shoulders. She shivered. She was wet, feeling him press against her butt. His hands wrapped around her stomach, found her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his fingers. He squeezed them between each finger, one at a time.

"Tell me what you want," the voice commanded.

She was embarrassed, unsure. She felt awkward. He pressed against her, pressing his hands against the fronts of her hips, thrusting his firmness, making her feel every thick inch of him against her skin.

She couldn't resist. "Take me," she tilted her head back, feeling silly.

"What?"

"I want you to take me," she felt ridiculous.

"Bend over," the voice commanded, absolutely serious. She felt a thrill up her spine.

She didn't move.

Embarrassment overcame her. She stood, with her arms in the air, waiting. Suddenly, the hands were on her again; pushing her forcefully but calmly. Inexorably, the hands slid her down onto the bed. Her feet left the floor. She lay flat, her hands pinned above her head, her face in the sheets.

Again, she felt the breath on her ear. "I told you to bend over," the voice said. "You didn't listen. Maybe I'll just leave you here like this, all exposed and wet. All spread out for me to take when I want."

She felt her wetness expanding, her warm slit slippery with her juices, screaming for his attention. She breathed deeply a few tense moments. Deep down, she knew he was as powerless as she was, now. This was only going to end one way. He was trying so hard to be forceful, but she knew him better. He had worked her up so much that she began to feel the pangs of sexual aggression seep into her thoughts, too. It was her turn. Someone was about to be taken, alright.

She shifted her weight to her palms, lifting her hips off the bed. The hands released a bit, surprised. She lifted her butt up, finding him. She slid him between her legs. She knew he could feel her bushy wetness. It always drove him crazy.

Smiling in the dark, she began to slide him up and down her. She could feel how hard he was; the little twitches and jumps in him that she knew meant she was hitting the right spots. He tried to pull himself away, at first. Then, he stopped fighting.

"I want you to inside me right now," the voice was hers, now.

She could hear him breathing loudly, forgetting himself completely. She slid a hand free, down; worked it between her legs. She felt for him, took him in her hand. He twitched excitedly. Slowly, she pulled him against her, waiting. One slight press and they would both be connected in pleasure.

"Do it," she rasped. "Do it."

He sunk himself in, deep and slow. She finally felt his balls press against her exposed clit.

She heard a gasp escape him and smiled. Who's in control, now? She thought.

He pulled back slowly and put his weight against her again. Slick now, he began to slowly pump her; long, deep, slow strokes. His mouth pressed against her ear. She could feel his heartbeat, his hot breath again on her neck.

Slowly, he worked her wetness, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge. "Make yourself feel good, baby," she gasped, knowing he loved it.

He suddenly slid out. He can't take it, she thought. I know exactly how to stroke him, and he still can't handle it, after all this time we've been together. She smiled, savoring the thought.

He slowly slid himself in again, pressing his full body weight against hers, pinning her.

"Baby, you feel so good," he gasped out.

"You do, too," she giggled, reaching back to caress his cheek. "You doin' okay back there?" she joked. She knew exactly what he needed.

He leaned in and she craned her neck around awkwardly. They kissed. She smiled at the humor of it. Then, she felt it.

Slowly at first, then deeper. A tingling. She knew what it meant. Her breathing shallowed. Noticing, he flexed into her deeply, working around inside her, gliding across all the right spots. She lifted her feet, folding them back against his butt and pulling him deep into her. She knew she couldn't last much longer, either.

His long, slow strokes became quicker, his breathing heavier. "Oh, fuck," he gasped. She knew he was all hers. Sensing his nearness, she squeezed him with her feet harder. His breathing came heavy on her cheek now.

"Come in me, baby," she pleaded. "Come deep inside me. I love you so much." She was right on the edge herself, waiting for that moment.

He reached up, taking the backs of her hands in his, interlocking their fingers. "You're gonna make me come," he sighed. "God, your pussy's so good, baby." His pumps were methodical now; deep and slow, but more urgent.

She felt herself begin to spasm. He let out a single, long groan. She gasped loudly. He rasped out a single phrase. "I love you."

Then, they exploded together.

Warmth. Twitching warmth and his member emptied into her. With every spurt, he brushed against her sweet spot inside, sending jolts through her. He held himself still, unmoving, filling her as they spasmed together.

Her canal spasmed and he chuckled, the twitches sending sensitive sensations into him.

"Mmmmm..." he sighed. He leaned forward, kissing her cheek.

Gently, he took his weight off her, working his twitching manhood free. She felt his warmth slide out, down her full bush of hair, but she didn't care. It was messy, but she was okay with it in the moment. She knew he loved it.

She turned around, sitting up on the bed. He kneeled down in front of her, his body between her legs, and rested his cheek against hers. He kissed her lightly. "You're good, lady," he joked.

They kissed again. She could feel his seed inside her, warm and wet, oozing. It was a lot. He always came so much, and she loved it. It wasn't like in cheesy porn movies. It was beautiful that he came for her so much. Her eyes looked for the table lamp in the darkness.

"One, two, three!" she counted and flipped the switch, bathing the room in light. They winced, shading their eyes.

He looked at her, arching his eyebrow.

"Wait, where's my girlfriend? Who are you, lady?!" he laughed.

She punched his arm playfully, giggling at her boyfriend's joke. There were no more secret voices now; just lovers. Their bodies touching, they kissed deeply and held each other close.



The Voice



Imagine for a moment that you left yourself open, door unlocked and propped permanently. My mind prepped by my love of music, provided that portal. I felt it just a bit the first time I heard his voice; deep, smooth, jovial...safe. I blinked it away, allowed the music to pour over me. Like cool water and hot candle wax at once, so fluid and welcome. Song after song with brief interventions of his voice, every track chosen carefully. I needed that sound more than I needed a heartbeat, I craved his words like a good rare steak. I traced my teeth with my tongue and thought carefully about his flesh. Wondered about his penchant for pain, could I get away with a good deep bite or would there be ramifications for my indulgence. I would take my chances I decided and waited with baited breath for his vibrations in my ear again. 

The commercial break seemed endless but was in fact just long enough for me to shake loose. I lost focus on the radio for awhile and started doing the mundane things that I had planned for that day. I took out "the list"; my daily list of what has to be done, or more so what I can check off to feel productive. A familiar song started up and proved good background for the doing the dishes. I checked off the list, and surveyed the next task. I cracked the seal on a bottled water, very important to stay hydrated; its even on the list. The cool liquid was refreshing and shocking as it poured, and then he returned. I gasped losing control of the bottle and its desired track. The once invited crispness found its way to the front of my shirt ,down my neck, over my nipples and snaking to the top of my boxer shorts before I dropped the bottle to the floor. 

"Fuck", I exclaimed. I grabbed a hand towel and got on my knees to begin mopping the mess. "Good girl", I heard him say; I thought I heard him say. Slither began to play on the radio and my hips responded. Redundantly I mopped the same dry spot. I felt hot, overheated, even as the still wet shirt clung to my pale skin. Inflamed, my flesh felt like it was on fire. I sat back onto my legs and peeled the shirt off, using the cold cloth to wipe my face. Beads of sweat had formed on my upper lip and had also trailed down below my ear and onto my neck.

The air around me seemed to spin, hot powerful atmosphere that circled me as I sat there dazed. My knees pressed into the floor, legs slightly spread, I felt vibrations move from my thighs all the way up to my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, relaxing against the sensation that seemed to run its fingers thru my hair. The touch of his finger on my jaw tracing to my lips, across, circling then drawn into my mouth. "Mmmm, so hot .", the voice again. In my ear, in my head, in the room; I shook my head and scanned the room, touching my jaw. I followed his fingerprints across my lips and knew he'd been there.

I scrambled to my feet, searching for the remainder of the water bottle. My throat was dry, tight, with no ability to form words even if my brain had sent the signal. Swallowing hard, my throat was sore as the water attempted to put out the fire in my body. My soul felt spent, weak, like I needed a hot shower and a long nap. So I submitted, I let the hot stream pour over me. I expected to feel cleansed, more in control after the shower. In reality I knew it was instructions I had no choice but to follow. I couldn't hear the words, the commands; I only heard the music from the small radio in the kitchen and the occasional announcement of one event or another. Inconspicuous clues found their way from the confines of the radio to my subconscious. 

Staggering I fell onto the bed, my mind felt heavy. The volume never changing but the voice found its way into my bedroom. Laying on my bed, I tried to focus. Get up and get dressed, or lay here, comfortable, in my towel and nap. "Im gonna fuck you soon"; no will to move, no desire to do anything but sink into that bed, that feeling and wait. The room spinning again, I drifted in a dream state until I felt his hands on my thighs. Even then I had no reason to fight, I knew what I needed. I wanted and needed him in ways that I had never felt before. He would be the quench the cold water couldn't bring. His hands placing my arms above my head, "don't move...these stay here, you can squirm as much as you'd like, but I'm claiming you now".

He used barely pressure to slide my legs apart and very quickly I felt his mouth on my cunt. Using his mouth to manipulate my tender flesh, my body bucked and jumped against him. The lower half of my body danced beneath him, but my arms were too heavy to move. Never a painful weight, just a comfortable placement. His tongue darted around my clit, it swelled filled with blood and presented him with the gift of a target. As he pounded against it with the just the tip of his tongue I felt the waves start to build and crash. Over and over, I climbed and fell over the top, only to find myself climbing again. As he pulled away from me, my body slowed. I tried to close my legs, the pressure between them so strong they shook uncontrollably.

"oh no baby...there's more". Tears welling up in my eyes, I wasnt sure how much more I could take. As I felt the head of his cock searing at my cunt, I took a deep breath and prepared myself as best I could. He entered me in one full thrust, as he did my legs found their way around him. Somehow my body begged him to take me deep, I only wanted to be his in every way. His thrusts were long and painful, and every inch of me craved all he wanted to give. I felt I had never been so hungry, so thirsty, so tired; no need had ever been more than this. Leaning back briefly he turned me onto my stomach. "put your ass high in the air for me, show me how bad you want this", and I obeyed with no hesitation. His cock slid in easily, I was soaked and full of fire. "oh my god girl...don't move...not an inch", I felt frozen. Not one of my muscles would work until he said different. " Now slowly, back into in me. That's a good girl, take it all nice and slow. Oh fuck...sooo fucking goood inside you". I moaned loudly at his acceptance, feeling beautiful.

Grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and spreading my ass cheeks with the other, the full weight of his cock pressed against every nerve inside me and I felt myself cumming again. My wetness growing, filling then spilling out onto his cock. My cunt sucked at him, thirsty. His growl in my ear, "Im ready to cum now, I need you on your knees". Without question I dropped and opened wide for him. My head tilted back, eyes full of worship and desire, I swallowed the head of his cock deep into the back of my throat. Feeling the pressure of his whole body as he fucked against my face, hard but lovingly he slid himself in and out of my mouth. My mind spun, he thrust between my full lips. The hot air slid up my back, gripping the back of my head, and he fucked my throat. The gush of him cumming startled me, the force against my tongue, no choice but to swallow every drop to breathe again. And then I found myself once again in the kitchen. His voice snapping me back as I dropped the water bottle to the floor. The cold water splashing against my fevered thighs. "yes ladies and gents, this is a hot one.", and the air is warm and heavy as his laugh finds its way deep into my ear.