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What I Want

By: Mr_Neb



I want to be led into a softly lit room and to sit in a comfortable chair.

I want my lover to be dressed in something feminine but screaming of sex. Black lace. I want it short and tight. I want it to follow her curves. I want it to cover everything but still reveal her beauty.

I want her to lay on me while I sit in the chair. I want to feel her body rest along mine, her breasts pressing into me, her legs wrapped around mine. I want her to smell of woman and perfume. I want to inhale her smell at the point where her neck meets her chest. I want to feel and smell her hair while I kiss her there. I want to press my face between her breasts and kiss her there. I want to feel the heat of her skin and the lace against my face. I want to smell her again, woman and the perfume.

I want her to kiss my face with an open mouth. I want to feel the heat of her breath as she wetly kisses my mouth, my cheek, and my neck. I want to feel her tongue on my skin. I want to hear her breathe. I want to hear her tell me how excited she is, what her body is doing at that exact moment and how desperate she is for what I can provide.

I want her to stand before me and seductively remove her clothes. I want her eyes to never leave mine. I want her eyes to tell me how completely she is aroused in anticipation for what will happen. I want her to talk to me the entire time, reinforcing what I already know. When she is naked, I want to see her rub her hands over her entire body as if they were my own. I want her to use her hands like she would want me to use mine on her body. I want to see the lips of her mouth glisten with moisture. I want her to show me that her other lips are as equally wet.

While she still stands before me, I want her to slip her hands between her legs. I want her to slowly draw them up along her body, leaving wet lines up to her breasts. I want to see her wet her nipples to erection. I want to see slippery streaks up her neck and to her lips. I want her to tease me with her own lips on her fingers, wet with her juices. I want her to tell me how exquisite the treat is and that she wants me to taste her for myself.

I want her to approach me. I want her to take my hands and guide me from the chair. I want her to hug me. I want to feel her lips at my ear. I want to hear her describe exactly what it is that she is doing at that very moment. I want her to tell me that she is sliding her hands again into her body and then removing them. I want our faces to be just inches away when she brings her wet fingers to her mouth. I want her to talk to me while she slides them across her lips. I want her to kiss me again. I want to inhale the scent of her pussy. I want to taste the sweetness of her cum on her lips. I want saliva to drip from our mouths.

I want her to look into my eyes when our kiss ends. I want her to slowly remove my clothes. I want her to talk to me about every part of my body that she uncovers. I want to hear how excited she can be when she just thinks about me.

I want her to kiss every part of me as she removes my clothes. I want her to tell me what she wants me to do with every exposed part of my body. I want her to tell me what she wants me to do with my tongue, my lips, my chest, my arms, my hands, my fingers, my stomach, my legs, my cock, and my balls. I also want to hear what she will do to them.

I want her to guide me to the bed but still have me stand. I want her to lay on the bed. I want her to please herself in front of me. I want her to describe every sensation of her body, both internal and external. I want to see every evidence of her excitement. I want her to be aroused by the very act of showing this all to me.

I want her to touch herself as she would want me to. I want to watch her hands caress her breasts and tease her nipples to erection. I want her to spread her legs for me to show me the delicate folds of her pussy. I want to see it glisten with wetness. I want her to rub herself through her moisture, making the same noises that we will make when I am insider her. I want her to spread her wetness all over herself, insisting that after she comes, I am to lick her entire body. I want to see her glisten to the point of orgasm. I want her to scream her passion and her feelings while she comes with her fingers deep inside her pussy.

When her orgasm is finished, I want her to reach to me, her hands dripping at the ends of her outstretched arms. I want her to beg me to kiss her. I want her to beg me to lick her. I want her to beg me to suck on her pussy. I want her to beg me to fuck her.

I want to go to her. I want to fall down upon her. I want my dripping cock to press invitingly at her opening. I want her to put her cum covered fingers in my mouth. I want to suck and lick every remnant of her cum from her hands. I want her to plead with me to press into her. I want to see the desperation in her eyes. I want her to beg me to move just that much closer and enter her and fill her completely. I want to kiss her mouth while she still pleads with me. I want to move the head of my cock around her opening to tease her further. I want to press it in just every slow slightly and them withdraw it again. I want to rub the head against her burning clitoris. I want to bring her to the brink of another orgasm and yet not enter her.

I want to ask her if she wants my tongue. I want to hear her exclaim, YES! I want to hear her say it again and again and again.

I want to slip down her body but stop at her breasts. I want to run my tongue over her nipples, the roughness bringing them to their final state of arousal. I want to feel them harden in my mouth. I want drip my saliva on them and slide the tip of my tongue over them. I want to cradle her breast in my hands while I kiss them. I want to feel them full and warm in my hands.

I want lick down her body from between her breasts. I want to taste the remains of her wetness that she left there before. I want to constantly taste and smell her.

I want to kiss the inside of her thigh. I want to press my nose against that soft union of her leg and abdomen. I want to feel my face become wet with her juices. I want my sense of smell to be overwhelmed with her scent. I want to see pearls of wetness cling to her lips. I want to see it seep from her opening. I want to see it trickle down to her anus. I want to lick it all before I seek the source. I want to suck in one lip and then the other. I want to feel the firm rubbery texture with my tongue. I want to pull at it gently. I want to hear her tell me that I am doing exactly what she wants me to do. I want to hear her tell me what to do next.

I want to lick outside of her lips and then down over her opening. I want to do it over and over again, each time giving that much more attention to her clitoris. I want to finally thrust my extended tongue deep into her pussy and I want to hear the breath escape from her lungs. I want to lick and suck and taste her on the inside. I want to feel her squeeze and grab at my tongue. I want to rub my upper lip against her clitoris while I fuck her with my tongue. I want to hear that I am doing exactly what she wants me to do. I want to hear her tell me that she wants to come again. I want to hear her scream that her orgasm is approaching.

I want to feel her clitoris become instantly rigid at the moment of her orgasm. I want to feel her orgasm on my tongue. I want to feel every spasm on my tongue. I want to feel my entire face become wet with her cum. I want her cum to literally drip from me. I want to feel it warm on my lips, on my cheeks, on my chin.

I want to stay between her legs even after she has come. I want to lick her still but much more slowly. I want to breathe in the smell of her cum. I want to lick the droplets that leave her twitching opening. I want to always have her taste on my tongue. I want to stay exactly like that until she tells me she is ready. I want to lick and nibble at her pussy until she tells me that she must have my cock inside her now. I want to keep licking and teasing until she begs me to fuck her.

I want to slowly rise up and lay on her again. I want her to look at my face. I want her to look at the amount of cum that still clings to me. I want a droplet to hang from my nose and another from my chin. I want to drop them on her body. I want her to know how wonderful I feel. I want her to know how much I love her smell and her taste.

I want to tell her to take hold of my cock. I want to tell her, with her cum clinging to my face, that I want to be inside her. I want her to tell me that she wants that also. I want to feel her hands on my cock. I want to feel them on my balls.

I want her to look into my very soul and whisper, “fuck me.”

I want to collapse on her. I want my cock to effortlessly find its mark. I want it to slip deep within her. I want to feel it surrounded by the moist recesses of her pussy. I want to feel it press against her cervix. At the very moment that my cock enters her pussy, I want my tongue to enter her mouth. I want to fuck her mouth with my cum covered tongue and I want to fuck her pussy with my cum covered cock.

I want to fuck her slowly at first but with ever increasing speed. I want her to draw her legs up so my penetration can be the deepest. I want to hear the wet sound of us fucking. I want to hear the juices as they saturate us. I want to feel my balls get wet with her juices. I want to feel my legs get wet with her juices. I want to look down and see my cock part her lips and disappear into her body. I want to pause for a moment and slowly withdraw. I want to see the head of my cock, swollen and red, covered with wetness. I want to watch for a moment while precum presses out of the tip, dangles in a syrupy strand, and enters her open and wet pussy.

I want to enter her again, quickly. I want her to gasp with a partial orgasm. I want to start fucking her again. I want to thrust into her with ever increasing speed. I want to watch her breasts bounce with each thrust. I want her to gasp at each thrust.

While I am fucking her, I want to tell her how good it feels to me. I want to tell her how wonderful it feels to have my cock so deep inside her pussy. I want to tell her how wonderful it feels to have her juices and cum all over us both. 

While I am thrusting in and out of her, I want to tell her how much I enjoyed sucking at her pussy. I want to tell her how much I love the taste and smell of her cum. I want to tell her how much I want her to come right now. I want to tell her how much I want to slid my tongue back into her pussy after I have fucked her and made her come again.

While I fuck her, I want to tell her how much I want to have my cock in her mouth. I want to tell her how wonderful it feels to have her beautiful lips around my cock. I want to tell her how wonderful it is, knowing that I am leaving precum on her tongue as she sucks me deep into her mouth. I want to tell her how much I love feeling her tongue slide all around my cock when it is in her mouth. I want to tell her how much I enjoy watching my cock move between her lips. 

While I am fucking her just to the point of her climax, I want to tell her how wonderful it feels when I am coming with my cock deep in her mouth. I want to tell her how wonderful it feels when thick streams of cum spurt from my cock and I can feel it surround my cock inside her mouth. I want to tell her how wonderful if feel when my cock has filled her mouth to the point that my cum has nowhere else to go. I want to tell her how wonderful it looks when my cum presses out of her mouth and starts to coat her chin.

As her orgasm approaches, I want her to tell me that she enjoys everything that I have said. I want her to tell me that she loves the taste of my precum while she sucks my cock. I want to hear her tell me that she loves feeling my cock swell deep inside her mouth. I want to hear her tell me that she love to watch cum squirt out of my cock. I want her to tell me that she loves feeling my hot thick cum in her mouth. I want her to tell that she love feeling it slide out around her lips. I want her to tell me how much she loves having my cum drip from her face and dangle to her breasts. I want her to tell me how much she enjoys showing me the cum that is in her mouth and on her body. I want her to tell me that when I am finished fucking her, that is exactly what we will do.

I want her to reach between us and hold my wet balls in her hands while I continue to fuck her. I want to add my hand to hers while I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy. I want us to feel how wet we both are. I want us both to feel just how hard my cock is. I want us both to touch the very point where my cock enters her body. I want us both to rub my precum and her juices all over our mouths while we fuck. I want to fuck her mouth with my cum covered tongue. I want her to fuck my mouth with her cum covered tongue.

I want her to come. I want her to scream that she is coming. I want her to yell that my cock feels so good inside her. I want her to shout that she does not want me to stop. I want her to scream for me to keep fucking her.

I want her to tighten up as she comes. I want her to look deep into my eyes while she comes, her face still wet. I want her to wrap her arms around me tightly while her body spasms in orgasm. I want to her face to turn red with the release of tension and the explosion of orgasm. I want to feel her pussy grab my cock and draw it in as deep as humanly possible. I want to feel her come. 

I want to feel her cum. I want to feel her cum spray from her pussy. I want to feel it coat my lower abdomen. I want to feel it drip from my balls. I want to feel it slide along my cock. I want to feel all of this all through her orgasm.

I want her to hold me. I want her to hug me. I want her to tell me how wonderful she feels. I want her to tell me how wonderful it feels to still have my cock deep into her pussy. I want her to tell me that she loves the way I fuck her.

With my cock deep in her pussy, I want to feel the diminishing twinges of her waning orgasm. I want to tell her that I can feel her cum all over us. I want to tell her that I must taste her again. I want to tell her that I must smell her again. I want to tell her that I must look at her again. I want to tell her that I want to look into her pussy again and see her cum. I want to tell her that I want to feel her cum on my face and tongue again.

I want to move down on her again but this time in the 69 position. I want my face between her legs again. I want to see her fucked pussy. I want to see her open. I want to see deep inside her body. I want to see how wet she is. I want to taste how wet she is. I want to taste how sweet she is.

I want her to tell me that she can see that my cock is all wet with her cum. I want her to tell me that she can smell her cum on me on my balls. I want to her to tell me that she wants to suck her cum from my cock.

I want to feel her hold my wet balls in her hands. I want to feel her draw me down to her. I want to feel her breath on my wet cock. I want to feel her wet lips on my wet cock. I want to feel my wet cock slowly slide deep into her wet mouth and along her wet tongue. I want to feel my wet cock rest at the back of her throat. I want put my tongue as deep into her pussy as my cock is in her mouth. I want to fuck her pussy with my tongue and I want to fuck her mouth with my cock.

I want to feel her hands at my face. With my cock still in her mouth, I want to hear her say that she cannot stand to come again. With my cock in her mouth, I want to hear her say that she wants to make me come. I want to feel her guide me up from between her legs.

I want her to guide me so that I am straddling her chest. I want us both to look at how wet and hard my cock is. I want us to watch precum ooze from the tip and stretch down to her breasts. I want to watch her slide my slippery liquid on her nipples. I want to watch her slide my slippery liquid on her lips. I want to kiss her nipples. I want to kiss her fingers. I want to kiss her lips.

I want to watch my cock go in and out of her mouth. I want her to tell me how much she loves to suck on my cock. I want her to tell me that she will make me come like this. I want to watch her saliva drip from her mouth, mixed with my precum, as if it where my semen. I want to watch her dribble wetness on her chest and her breasts. I want to hear her say that she wants me to fuck her breasts.

I want to slide my wet cock through the wetness that she has spread on her breasts and chest. I want slide my cock between her breasts just like I slid in and out of her pussy. I want her to tell me that she loves to watch my cock while I fuck her breasts. I want her to tell me that she loves it when I fuck her pussy. I want her to tell me that she loves it when I fuck her mouth.

I want her to place her hands between her legs. I want us both to slide our fingers into her pussy. I want us both to slide her cum over her nipples and her chest and my cock. I want her to smile at me when I “accidentally” put her cum in her mouth. I want her to smile at me when she intentionally puts her cum in my mouth.

I want her to hold my ass and guide me to her face. I want to look down and see my cock, wet with saliva and cum, slide over her face, leaving it smeared and wet. I want to look down and see her suck on my wet balls. I want to feel her suck on my wet balls. 

I want her to tell me to come now. I want her to tell me that I must come now. I want her to tell me that she wants to feel me come now. I want her to tell me that she wants to taste my cum now.

I want to come now. I want to put my cock back into her mouth. I want to watch her suck on it. I want her to moan and coo with each thrust into her mouth. I want my cock to feel each moan and coo with each thrust into her mouth.

I want to fuck her mouth faster and faster. I want to watch saliva drip from her mouth. I want to tell her that I am about to come. I want her to moan that she wants me to come.

I want my back to arch. I want my hips to thrust forward. I want my head to lay back. I want my legs to tighten. I want my stomach to tense. I want my cock to swell. I want to feel the base of my cock expand. I want to feel the first great spasm move up the length of my cock. I want to feel that first great spasm move past her lips. I want that first great spasm to release the first great burst of cum deep into her mouth.

I want her to open her mouth. I want to see her mouth still filled with my cock. I want to see her mouth still filled with cum. I want to see my cum coat her tongue. I want to see my white thick cum coat the walls of her mouth.

I want the second spasm to race up the length of my cock. I want to see the second spasm release the second burst of thick cum. I want to see that second stream of cum enter her mouth, splashing her teeth, splashing her tongue, and splashing the roof of her mouth.

I want the third spasm to race up the length of my cock. I want to see the third spasm release the third burst of cum. I want to see the third stream of cum streak between her breasts and run up her neck to her chin.

I want to release a fourth and a fifth eruption of cum but now deep in her mouth. I want her to look deep into my eyes while I again fill her mouth to overflowing. I want to remain in her mouth. I want to remain in her cum filled mouth. I want to look down at her cum slicked mouth, her cum covered chin, her cum streaked neck, and her cum blotched breasts. I want to stay in her mouth until the very last twitch, the very last twinge, the very last shudder is finished.

I want to slowly slide my cock from her mouth. I want her to look into my eyes and have her smile a sticky smile at me. I want her to coo because of the warm taste of my cum in her mouth. I want to watch her tongue move through the white ejaculate. I want to watch her tongue press my cum out over her lips. I want to watch my thinning cum leave her mouth just like it would have left her pussy. I want to see it slide down her neck and onto her chest. I want to watch it pool in the recesses of her neck and between her breasts.


What I Want



Chapter 1 

I found out relatively early in my adult life that I desired a different kind of sex than can be delivered from a normal relationship with one woman.

I’ve known that aside from the sex you can get from the best girlfriend or wife, I required something further. You see, with a girlfriend or wife, your goal isn’t just to be pleased. Part of your goal is to please them.

And frankly, there is absolutely nothing that can beat sex with a hot sexy girl who is there solely for your own personal pleasure. This is not to say I’m not a supporter of equal rights, or I want to put women in their place, or anything like that. Far from it. What I want has to be purely consensual – but it has to be purely focused on my sexual pleasure.

Its no different then getting a therapeutic massage. I lie there and the masseuse massages. I get massaged and she gets paid. For that hour or two I am the complete focus.

I’m married. But I’ve known this about me since my mid twenties, when I was propositioned by the 19 year old gorgeous sister of a good friend. She offered me sex whenever I wanted in return for paying her rent in a nice little downtown apartment. I couldn’t say “no”, even though I had a steady girlfriend.

I learned from her that for whatever reasons, my ego required those few hours a week of purely one-sided sexual pleasure. It really is that simple.

Two years later, this girl decided it was time to get on with her life and left town to begin a university education. I wished her well at the time, but 4 months later I became conscious of the fact that I still really needed it. What I realized, though, is that I needed it – I didn’t necessarily need her. I actually had no emotional attachment to her – any very sexy girl would do.

Chapter 2 

I began calling call-girls and call-girl agencies. For the most part, I was disappointed. Many weren’t as advertised. Most were disinterested in pleasing me. Some wouldn’t do what I wanted (yes – I met several call-girls who wouldn’t even go down on me – didn’t like it, they said). Most wouldn’t kiss. 

A few girls were quite good – hot looking, young but experienced, and willing. I’d see them a few times and then one day I found out they no longer worked at that agency; or they’d leave the business. Some only worked the summer (and were at school during the rest of the year). Some were from small towns and eventually went home.

Then I got lucky. I called a call-girl agency one afternoon and arranged to meet a girl based on her description over the phone. The girl who showed up was nothing like that description. I was upset. She was overweight and rather unattractive.

I told her upfront that I just couldn’t go ahead with this because she wasn’t what I was promised and I, if I’m going to pay for it, want to get what I want. She said she understood, and asked if she could stay a bit as her driver didn’t hang around. I said sure.

We talked about it. She told me her agency was screwing things up like this all the time. She was actually quite nice. After talking a bit, I told her about what kind of relationship I was looking for and I asked her, given what I wanted (model looks, young, tall, very slim) was there anyone at that agency who she’d recommend. 

She mentioned a girl that had just joined the business. She thought she’d fit the description, but didn’t know if she’d be interested in anything like what I was specifically looking for. She also thought this girl might have an attitude.

I thanked her and actually paid her what she would have earned and she was pleased.

The next day I called the agency again, told them who I wanted, and told them in no uncertain terms that it was to be this new girl or no one else.

Ninety minutes later I was with her. She looked perfect. She was as tall as I (I’m not tall – but I’m a guy), really slim, longish blonde hair, amazing body, and really cute face.  She was just 19. And she was dressed like a call girl, with a really short tight black skirt and low cut tight shirt that showed cleavage. 

She didn’t know that she had been “recommended” to me. It was only her third day as a call girl. She told me, naively perhaps, that she hated it, the guys were gross, and she didn’t understand why men don’t wash.

Then she told me my condominium was the nicest place she’d seen. Because she was new to the business, she didn’t know what information to withhold. I found out she had a boyfriend, was in school, and parties and nightlife were big for her, so buying party and nightlife clothing was also big.

When I told her what I was interested in – a longer term approach – more money for her – and done completely outside her agency, so she could keep all the money – she jumped at the opportunity. All this happened in the first 30 minutes of our meeting.

She said if I were “real” she’d even quit the agency. I told her not to be hasty – I didn’t know what she was like in bed. I suggested we go a couple of months before we make any longer term relationships. She was cool with that.

We discussed condoms. This was in the earlier days of AIDS and for the money I was paying I told her I didn’t use them. I told her for what I was paying (which was a little more than what she was collecting from the agency (and she didn’t have to split it with them) I expected the “perfect” experience coming in a condom was not a perfect experience. Knowing that my sperm was inside a young hot girl – to me that was perfection. She said she understood and didn’t have a problem with it, if I’d be willing to use a condom the first few times. When we got to the point where she was comfortable, no condom would be necessary. I agreed to this for intercourse, but told her for oral I needed to feel the wetness of her mouth. I managed to convince her to take the gamble on me here.

Then she asked me what I wanted. I gave her my rehearsed speech. I told her I wanted a young sexy girl, who’d wear the kind of outfits that I wanted to see her in, who knew how to play with a man, how to make out with a man, and then how to satisfy that man. I told her I wanted a girl who had no problem going down on her knees to suck and who didn’t mind the taste. I told her I wanted a girl who was kind of “in” to what she was doing, who would say the right things when we were having sex – she would have to be slutty, without being filthy. I told her that while I had all my particulars, I still wanted a girl who took the initiative on these things – I didn’t want a robot who I had to command. I didn’t want to have to say, “now suck….., now lick….., now bend over…..”. I wanted someone who knew what I wanted and knew when to do it without an instruction guide. I wanted a girl who once I told what kind of outfits I wanted to see her in, would show up or bring those outfits, knowing not to wear the same thing all the time.

Over the next 90 minutes I found out that I had struck pure gold. Here I was French kissing a girl a decade young than me. She was still a teenager! I gently groped her, and without telling her, she soon began groping me. 

For whatever reasons, knowing she had a steady boyfriend really turned me on. It felt like an electric jolt when she put her hand on the front of my pants and grabbed at my penis. Her unzipping my pants was a true erotic experience. I can still remember how she stared at my bulge as she did it. She was either an amazing actress or she was truly interested in what she was doing. (I later found out that she was simply ecstatic at meeting me – she saw me as a “sugar daddy” – which was a thousand times better than what she was currently seeing as a call girl.)

With my zipper undone she reached in and grabbed my penis through my underwear. We began kissing again as her hand went to work. I took her shirt off. Then she looked down and noticed a wet spot forming in my underwear from pre-cum. She said it was time to get my pants off.

Now I truly have always loved oral sex. But when push comes to shove, if I have to make a choice I always go with man on the top intercourse.

Still, as this young girl went down on her knees and removed my pants I readily admit to being as turned on as I’ve ever been – that includes any girlfriend and even my wife. Part of it was how attractive and sexy she was. Part of it was how young she was (sorry – but I admit it was a turn on). Part of it was that I was getting another guy’s girl. And part of it was seeing her there knowing she was there solely to please me sexually.

Pre-cum had formed at the tip of my penis. I thought she’d wipe it off with her hand first. But she didn’t. Instead she saw it and licked at it. She told me it tasted good. She told me some men are much more sour-tasting. Then she proceeded to drive that tongue of hers into the slit of my penis.

Twenty minutes of superb oral sex followed. Her head bobbed up and down. She slurped a bit. She licked the shaft. And then she did something that no one had ever done before to me – she started to suck on my balls. 

I’ll be honest – I didn’t even know that such an act would feel good.  And there I was with my entire left ball inside her mouth. I came close to losing control. I started to grunt. Sensing I was near coming, she moved back to the tip of my penis and began sucking again. With her left hand she began pumping my shaft. And with the right hand she reached up and began pulling on my balls.

I erupted. I felt five distinct intense squirts pumping out of my penis. After this she removed her mouth, but continued to pump me with her hand. As sperm appeared on the tip, she licked it up.

I was totally drained. Normally I like to go for a second round. But today that just wasn’t going to be possible.

She told me that it was fun and that she’d never seen a guy cum so much. I told her, in all honesty that I had never cum as much and had never felt so completely wiped.

Chapter 3

Being a smart business girl she arranged for the next session for the week after and took down my number. And like a smart business girl she showed up on time wearing skin tight faded jeans and a fairly see through white blouse with a lacy bra visible underneath.

This second session was also memorable. I absolutely had to fuck her this time (condom or not). I was on top, but she knew how to move beneath me. We went at it, fucking in the missionary position, but like mad dogs for quite some time. Then, with one of her hands (I ‘m not sure which!) she moved it down my back over my ass and reached further down to my balls and began to fondle them. Thirty seconds later I was pumping my sperm and semen into that condom. Again – she had been the first girl to grab my balls during sex. I had never imagined how good it would feel. I really didn’t have any idea – and I had been in bed with a number of girls at this point but I really had no idea how important my balls were to the sensation of my orgasms!

I experienced much with her that I had never experienced before. She was the first person I had anal sex with. She was the first person to lick out my ass. She was the first person who at her suggestion I tied her hands up behind her back. She was the first person who let me cum on her face.

A month into the relationship, the condoms disappeared. She told me, for her, she felt it was like the first time she was really cheating on her boyfriend. This, of course, only turned me on more.

She quickly realized that I was turned on by the fact that she had a boyfriend and she would use this to make me horny.

And she used her boyfriend to provide what was perhaps the ultimate sex experience for me – and it was on his birthday that she did it.

She showed up one day wearing skimpy cut-off jean shorts and a tight t-shirt. She told me that this particular day was oral sex day. She said that for the entire time we’d be together she wanted to be on her knees sucking and kissing and licking my penis (she, of course, used the term ‘cock’). She told me it was a special day because it was her boyfriend’s birthday and she wanted me to know that on his birthday she was spending a couple of hours sucking me and not him. And she said that after, she had a surprise for me.

She went right to it. It was awesome. At some point, I put my hands around her head and humped into her face. She had such a pretty young face and it was such a turn on to see my penis going in and out of her mouth.

I came. She continued to lick and suck until I was hard again. And I came again. She never once got up. She fondled me and repeated the process a third time. I came yet again. She didn’t stop. Even though I was now completely soft, she continued to lick and suck and kiss my cock and genital area. She then stuck her tongue in my ass, before returning to my cock. Somehow I managed to get semi hard again and somehow I managed to cum in her mouth again – though by this time hardly anything came out.

She immediately got up, started getting dressed, and told me to get dressed too. She never went to the washroom or anything. She never asked for a drink. She just told me to follow her out of my building, staying 30 or 40 feet behind her and that no matter what happened, she told me to let on that I knew her at all.

I did as she said.

We walked about 8 short blocks (I lived downtown).

Now keep in mind that for a little over two hours my penis had been in her mouth. I had cum in it 4 times – the first one flooding out a bit onto her chin. Though she had wiped her face with her hands, she never went to clean up in the bathroom – never tried to chew gum or clean her mouth at all.

After walking those 8 blocks she went right up to a guy, who I later found out was her boyfriend. She immediately gave him a long open kiss on his mouth. You could see he enjoyed the lusty kiss and they walked away. She never looked back. He was kissing a mouth that had been drenched in my cum.

I, personally, would never have asked a girl to so disrespect a guy like that. I wouldn’t have even thought about someone doing that. But after cumming 4 times that day, when I saw that I was ready for it again. True, I was sincerely turned on by making her unfaithful. But this was several steps beyond my wildest imagination.

The next week I asked her why she did it. She told me she did it because first, she wanted me to know that even though he was her boyfriend, it was I that was taking care of her not him. And second, she said, she knew how much it turned me on.

She was my kind of girl.

For over 3 years I saw her 3 or 4 times a month. The sex was always amazing. On one occasion I even took her to Nassau for a short 3 day holiday (she told her boyfriend she was going with some girlfriends). For those three days I had her in skimpy bikinis all day and skimpy outfits in the evening and naked in bed. My only thoughts were about sex.

We never discussed anything else. We never tried to develop any other kind of relationship.

One day she told me she was engaged to (yes) that boyfriend and she wouldn’t be able to see me any more. I wished her the best of luck. Though I never saw or heard from her again, I will always believe that that marriage was doomed from the start. The moment he kissed that sperm covered mouth, I was certain their relationship would end badly.

TQM



What I Want



Her head begins to swell and her insides quake, as the orgasm rocks through her body. She hears the sounds of the truck humming once again; he leans into her ear, one hand around her small waist, and whispers with his hot breath.

"Did you like that, is that what you wanted?" 

She hesitates, her eyes still closed, a confused look on her face, he repeats it, this time a little anger in his voice, 

"Did you like that, is that what you wanted little girl?" 

She turns around, letting the plastic bottle fall out of her cunt, pushes him back a little and grabs his collar, pulling him into her she presses her hungry lips to his and shoves her tongue down his throat, she wraps her legs around his waist, her hands on his shoulders, he grabs her ass in his hands, kissing her back. She grabs a hand full of his hair and pulls his head back her fist tangled in his hair. 

"No doll this is what I wanted' she bites at his throat, and whispers, 

"I want your hot thick shaft" as she moves her other hand down to undo his belt, she moves his head so her hot breathe is in his ear 

"Stuffed inside my hot little pussy." She puts one leg down; she kisses him deep and long, pulls off,

"I want to wrap my legs around your hips and hold on tight to the chains on this truck and feel your rod stabbing at my swollen cunt." She whispers her dusky breathe into his ear.

She kisses him again sucking his tongue hard into her mouth; she bites at his tongue as she sucks off. 

"I want to feel my back banging against the side of this truck I want to hear the chains rocking as we fuck the shit out of each other. I want you to shove your shaft to the...."she hesitates, grins closing her eyes her head slightly tilted back.... He pushes his rod into her, and she can't help but quiver on it, chuckling at the sudden orgasm, she feels her heart begin to race.

"Hilt," she continues, " than pull it out and ram me," he does exactly that to her and the truck rocks and she kisses him deep as he holds her leg, she brings the other one up and crosses her ankles around him. He grits his teeth a hint of anger in his eyes, he looks at her, grabs her hands and pushes them over her head, takes the chains and wraps them around her wrists. His cock still in her box she squeezes tight on him.

"Is this what you want Bitch?"

"Oh yes" she tilts her head back holding tight to the chains above her head, letting him fuck her hard. 

"I want to feel your staff cutting into my hot, wet, silky, box." 

She kisses him sucking hard on his tongue, he moves off, turns her around wrapping her hands in the chains, he lifts her right leg, and plunges into her, he fucks her like a mad man, in and out deep and hard, she screams her tits pressed up against the truck the seems ripping into her chest. He brings one hand around and presses her nipple to the truck wall. She winces a bit and bites her lip. She tries to turn and he puts a hand on her face smashing her face into the wall, once again he situates his hand on her nipple and presses it against the truck wall. She hears the truck rocking and the chains swinging, he pulls her head back and bites at her ear, pushes in deep and rocks his hips side to side. She groans loud. He pulls her hips back her wrists still wrapped in the chains. 

"Yeah that's it you son of a bitch, fuck me like the whore I am, pump it hard," He pulls her pony tail wrapping his fist in it, 

"You like it little girl?" she starts to push her hips back hard and fast. 

"Yeah I like it" gritting her teeth her head slightly turned, he sticks his tongue out and she bites it, he pumps into her one hand on her back as she quivers, her body tenses and all sound disappears she cums, her body shakes, her knees get weak, and she manages to hear a loud groan, she cant help it her body rolls into another orgasm as he spills his seed into her.... 

A few minutes pass she opens her eyes, as he stands back catching his breath his huge hands hang at his side, his dick still stiff, she looks over her shoulder to him, 

"Now that is what I wanted doll..." as she turns around grinning ear to ear. 



What I Want



I know what I want.

I want to walk in there, into the next room, where you're sitting on the couch, staring at some stupid hockey game.

I would stroll in, and stand in front of you, in nothing but I tiny pair of white lace underwear - little cutoff style shorts, maybe. 

A white tank top on top - is that too cliche'? It wouldn't be see through. At least, not until I took your beer, and brought it to my lips, and tipped my head back, swallowing SOME but letting the rest trickle down my chin, stream lightly down my neck and chest. THEN the tank top would become more transparent, when it was soaked.

At this point, being that I had your full attention, I'd climb into your lap, and sit facing you, straddling your legs. 

I'd kiss you slowly, letting my mouth explore yours one bit at a time. Sucking your lips gently, tracing areas with my tongue. Harder kisses, softer kisses. All the while, my fingers running through your hair, caressing your face, your chest, your shoulders.

One of your hands, of course, would run up the nape of my neck and stroke through my hair, to keep my lips in contact with yours. You can tell I'm in the mood to tease you, to kiss, pull away, kiss and pull away again. Meanwhile the other, more dominant hand would be exploring the curves of my breasts. You'd feel the stiffening nipples through the cold, wet shirt, and when the fabric began to frustrate you too much, your hands would suddenly move to pull the shirt up and off over my head.

I'd comply, of course. I'd pull your head close to me and close my eyes while your kisses moved down my throat to the fullness of my breasts. 

You'd flick your tongue against a nipple, draw it between your lips, and perhaps even press your teeth gently into it, testing my reactions to every touch. 

As I arched my back, the heat between my thighs would inch closer to your stiff member, until I was grinding my pussy against you. The feeling of you, pressed against me, would thrill me and you'd soon be able to tell how wet I was getting. 

Your hand would stroke down, caressing the round cheeks of my ass before moving between my legs as I lifted my body up slightly. This would allow room for your hand to sroke my mound softly, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from me. Before too long the wetness would be too much for you, and your agile fingers would press the material aside. 

You'd trace my moist slit, slowly, purposefully, knowing that you were now in control, and that I would no longer be able to resist pressing myself against your fingers. You'd reward me, by slipping your fingers inside of me - one at first, then others, while your thumb searched and quickly found my clit. You'd stroke, and twist and flick and press and glide. 

Oh, the warmth. The wetness, the obvious pleasure I would take in having you touch me this way. 

A shudder would pass through me, and your fingers would slow, but not stop, prolonging the wave as I softly cried out.

My arms around your shoulders, you'd shift us both to push down the waistband of your shorts. My hand would be on your cock instantly, stroking the length of it slowly, swirling my palm over the head, then stroking down to your balls. I'd pull you to me, tracing the puffy lips of my sex with the head of your hard dick. It would almost slip back to a little game between us then - who could hold out longer, as I stroked my slit up and down with your head?

At the last possible moment, I'd shift my hips slightly just as your hands clenched on them and pulled you closer to me. Mutual surrender. In one smooth motion I'd press your shaft into me, and take the full length into my warm, wet hole. 

I'd pause a moment, resting my head against your bare chest, and savor the feeling of being filled by you. 

Then I would begin again. Slowly, as slowly as I could bear. Rising up so that you were almost out of me, then sinking back down. Steadily, not too fast, evenly paced, until you shifted slightly, and began thrusting back, to stroke against THAT spot inside of me. 

I'd feel the difference, feel things igniting and swirling inside of me. Your tongue would be swirling around inside my mouth at this point, and you'd feel me speeding up and straining toward a second release. 

In. Out. My words would stream out in a hoars whisper.Unnhhh. Yes. There. Like that. Please. Please. Just like that. Ohh. Please. Yes, please. Mmmmmmmh. Yessss. 

You, of course, would not be finished yet. When I was able to open my eyes you'd tilt your head in a maddening question/command that I would immediately respond to. 

I'd kneel on the couch, draped over the armrest and you'd enter me from behind. You'd move in and out in that steady rhythm that drives me sweetly insane, your hand lifting my right leg to give you a better angle. 

At some point it would have shifted from my erotic play to a more raw, primal act. We'd both be thinking only about the thrusts of your body into mine, and I'd sense you getting closer. Your breathing, the tension building in your body, ohh, I know it so well. 

We'd use the verbal signals that we typically send one another to convey "tell me when you're there" "I am, NOW" and I'd hear the sharp breath drawn just before you groaned into the back of my neck, one last thrust impaling my shuddering body on yours. While you were buried in me, I'd feel the pulse of your climax, as my own waves crashed over me.

My legs would be trembling furiously, and you'd finally pull me backwards, sitting sideways in your lap so that I could rest my head against your shoulder while I recovered, savoring your hands moving gently over me once again. 

But you're not really IN the next room. So, I will make do with a toy that never quite gives me what I need, because I am alone again tonight.



What I Want



Dear Lover,

Oh baby, this is what I want to do with you:

I want to meet you alone at an out-of-the-way place where we can be together undisturbed.

I want to take time to anticipate the night that is to come, the passion we are about to share.

I want to see you as you open the door, see the lust in your eyes as we meet again after so long apart.

I want to drink in the sight of you, take in everything about you, your long flowing hair, your sparkling gray eyes.

I want to see the appreciation on your face as you look me up and down, nodding in approval.

I want to contemplate the swell of your large breasts, the wide hips, the long legs.

I want to kiss your lips, deep, and feel your tongue in my mouth.

I want to lick your ears, lick your neck as your hands caress the back of my head.

I want to take your clothes off one piece at a time, slowly revealing your body to me.

I want you to strip me, until we're both naked, standing in the middle of the room, shivering with excitement.

I want feel your hands on my skin, at the same time as my hands touch you, while we kiss, deep and long.

I want to hold your tits, and squeeze your nipples.

I want to suck those nipples and stuff as much of your flesh into my mouth as possible.

I want to feel your tongue on my nipples, and feel the excitement of your teeth as you nibble lightly on my chest.

I want to slide my hands between your legs to feel your wetness, the heat of your lust.

I want to roll your clit with my fingers as you sway in the grip of passion.

I want to scoop up some of your precious juice on my fingers and take a taste, then scoop up some more and let you have a taste. 

I want to groan in lust as you softly stroke my throbbing-hard cock.

I want you to rub the pre-cum over the crown, getting the head nice and slick.

I want you to take a thick ball of clear fluid and rub some over your teeth, then take up another dollop and let me lick your finger clean. 

I want to get on the bed and rub my nakedness against yours, feeling the crackling sensation of flesh on flesh.

I want to hear you groan with passion as I swirl my finger around your clit again.

I want to feel your hands softly stroking my cock, making me throb with the need to cum.

I want to get between your legs and slide my tongue between the folds of your pussy, while I slowly work two fingers in your pie.

I want to plant my lips on your hole and suck you into my mouth, tasting your tangy sauce.

I want to feel you hold me to you as you writhe on the bed with your climax, as you cry out sharply in joyous passion.

I want to feel your lips on my thighs, licking up each leg until you find that special place under my balls.

I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock as you suck me into your mouth.

I want to look into your eyes as you take as much of me as you can, as you work your lips around my burgeoning meat.

I want to see you pull my cock out of your mouth and jack me off with your soft hands.

I want to shoot a hard load of cum on your face, then lick it all off, every drop.

I want to touch you, caress you, kiss you as we rest in anticipation of another bout of passion.

I want to slide my fingers in your hot pussy, and open you up, while you stroke my cock and make it hard again.

I want to roll you onto your back and watch you spread your legs for me.

I want to put my dick into your horny hole and fill you with my hardness.

I want to wrap my arms around you and feel your legs circling my waist as you draw me tightly to your body.

I want to fuck you, fuck you and fuck you some more, slowly sharing the pleasure we've come to know with each other.

I want feel my sweaty skin sliding on your sweaty skin.

I want to see the strain on your face as you start to come again.

I want to feel your pussy clenching tight as my cock swells and I fill you with cum.

I want to cry out in ecstasy as you milk my cock of every last bit of my hot cream.

I want to feel my cock dwindling in your ravenous pussy, feel it as it slowly slides free.

I want to see the warm flow of spent semen as it oozes from your red, well-fucked hole.

I want to hold you in the afterglow of lust, feel your head on my shoulder.

I want to make love to you.

And the sooner the better. 

Love, Me 



What I Want



We sit next to each other in a booth, in some dark bar where no one pays attention to us. We drink our beers as our knees touch beneath the table and your hand absentmindedly strokes my thigh. We talk about nothing in particular, but I can feel my heart racing. I know what I want and I'm sure you want it, too. I ask you to let me out so I can go to the bathroom, and you do.

I come back in a few minutes and slide across the bench before I slip you something underneath the table.

"These were getting in the way," I whisper in your ear.

You quickly glance down and look back up at me as if I were a mad woman before shoving the black thong in your pocket. We both go back to drinking our beers, but soon you've pulled my skirt up over my knee so you can touch my bare skin. Your hand explores a bit higher and my breath comes shorter.

"Tell me what you want," you say, close to my neck, barely brushing my skin with your lips.

"I want you to make me want you," I say. "I want you to take me outside and fuck me in the back of the car. Then I want you to take me back to your place and fuck me again, this time from behind."

"Are you crazy?" you ask. "I can't do that in the parking lot! We could get caught."

"I never said you'd like what I wanted," I say.

"Let's get out of here," you mutter. "You ready?"

I down the last of my beer while you pay the tab. You take my hand and we walk out to the car, a little slowly since I have a pretty good buzz and am wearing heels.

I lean against the car as you unlock the passenger side for me.

"Are you going to fuck me here?" I ask.

"No!" You reply. "Don't be crazy."

"Suit yourself," I say as I get in.

You walk around to the other side and we're on our way back to your place. I try to kiss your neck while you drive, but you push me away, calling me crazy again and telling me I'm going to get us in a wreck.

"Fine," I say, and put one foot up on the dash board. My skirt falls to my waist and I have your attention. I coyly pull my skirt up a little more so you can barely see my pussy as the highway lights flash by. I start by rubbing my hands over the insides of my thighs, watching you for a reaction. You grip the steering wheel tighter and continue to glance over at my hands as they begin to explore the fold of my pussy. I run my middle finger along the inner folds to get it wet with my own juices before I start to massage the area around my clit. My legs fall up a little more and although I can feel your eyes on me, I soon get lost in myself. My one hand works on my clit as I slip one finger in and out of my pussy with the other. I don't put it in far; just past the first knuckle. I love the way that first entrance feels. My breathing becomes a little heavier and you notice. It appears your working very hard on not speeding the whole way back to your place. I breathe faster and shallower, but don't make a noise. My orgasm builds and you reach over and grip my breast, through my shirt and bra. That sends me over the edge and I arch away from the seat, my breathing temporarily suspended.

I slowly come down and my breathing becomes normal again. I find a napkin and wipe off my fingers, take my foot down and rearrange my skirt. We don't say anything; you just keep driving.

When we get to your apartment, you park and we both get out. You immediately grab my hand and very quickly lead me up the stairs. Once inside, you say nothing and practically drag me to your bedroom. As soon as we're in there, you start kissing me, taking off your jacket at the same time. Soon, we're both trying to get each other out of our clothes. 

"I guess you liked the show," I say as you push me back on the bed, me in just my heels and you in just your underwear. You say nothing as you push my legs apart and start to lick my pussy. You explore my pussy like my own fingers were doing earlier and I relish every second of it. You fuck me with you tongue; I feel it going in and out of me and I love it. But as my climax starts, you stop.

"Baby...?" I whimper. But you just grab my hands and pull me up off the bed. You shut the door and put my hands against it, leaning on it. There's a full length mirror and my hands are on either side of it, with my back to you. In the lamplight, I can see you take off your underwear and stroke your hard cock a couple times before guiding it into my waiting pussy.

I nearly collapse at the first stroke; it feels so good. You hold my hips steady as you thrust into me, over and over. I start moaning and looking in the mirror, watching you push in and pull out of me just makes the moaning louder. You pump faster as you get closer and closer to coming.

"Yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need it. Your cock feels so good it my tight pussy. So much better than my own fingers. Fuck that tight little pussy." I digress into unintelligible groans as my climax starts.

"I'm coming, baby, fuck me!"

I scream your name as I come, my body shuddering, you still gripping my hips and fucking me. In a moment, you pull out of me and twist me to be kneeling in front of you. I look up at you and stroke your cock so you come all over my breasts. It's so hot on me and I keep looking up at you as your orgasm recedes and I lick your cock gently.

You collapse on the bed as I go to the bathroom to wash my chest off. I come back to bed and curl up next to you; ready for a cat nap before you hopefully fuck me all over again.



What I Want



What I Want

At least I think I do! 

You have decided that I have been an impatient lover and you are going to teach me to be more restrained, shall we say.

I enter the bedroom to find you wearing a rather intimidating outfit. Black thigh high stockings, black stilettos, a black push-up bra, and black gloves. Your hair and make-up are impeccable and your just shaved pussy looks delicious. 

I immediately rush over to you to try and lay you back on the bed and ravish you. You halt me in my tracks with a quick command to stop right there as you brandish a small riding crop.

I am brought up short by your command and don't know how to react to this newfound aggressive side to your bedroom personality.

You command me to undress and kneel in front of you. I quickly oblige but can't help but to lean forward to try and kiss you. You quickly sidestep my forward lunge and land a quick lash with the crop on my exposed buttocks. This gets my attention and I quickly realize that you have some definite plans for my training in patience.

You again command me to my knees. This time I obey and kneel as instructed. You command me to cross my wrists in front of me where you proceed to tie them with a length of rope. I go along with this because I trust that you will be teaching me a very valuable lesson. My cock is hard from the unusual treatment and the uncertainty of the situation. And besides, you look absolutely stunning in your outfit.

With a wry smile you command me to watch for a few minutes. You sit in the chair and raise your legs to the foot stool, splaying them wide. Using the riding crop you tease your clit with short quick strokes and a few light taps. My cock twitches at the sight. You summon me closer. I crawl over to you on my knees. You tell me to kiss the crop which you hold out to me. I do and I can smell your juices on it. I lick it tentatively. You quickly pull it away and administer two quick light but still stinging slaps to my rigid cock. I twitch uncontrollably and beg your forgiveness.

You resume playing with your pussy using both the crop and the fingers of your other hand. I can see that you are getting excited too as your lips glisten in the soft light.

You command me to lean forward over the foot stool and I do, my face inches from your hot core. I can hear your fingers working in the wet folds. I moan softly and reach out my tongue. You respond by giving me two quick swipes to my upturned ass, harder than any I have yet received. "Haven't you learned yet that you are not to do anything until I have commanded it?" you ask.

Obviously not.

"This warrants a severe punishment you bad boy. Come with me into the bathroom." You command.

I follow you to the bathroom where you are already removing your shoes and stockings. Your bra quickly follows, along with your gloves. "Into the tub and kneel at the shower end." You command. As I climb into the tub I have an inkling of what is to come and I begin to shake. You climb into the tub with me. Facing towards me you sit on the edge of the tub, one leg raised on the edge and one in the corner. You begin to play with your pussy again. Unknown to me, you have been drinking glass after glass of water for the last two hours and are straining to hold in your pee.

"Come closer." You instruct, "But, don't touch or you will get another taste of the crop!"

"Yes Mistress." I respond without even thinking. 

As I edge closer on my knees, I lower my face to within inches of your pussy. You are rubbing your clit furiously and juices are dripping out of your pussy down to your puckered ass. All at once I see that you are beginning to pee, a slight dribble comes out and runs down your ass. You quickly pull the lips of your pussy open and angle your pelvis upward. Straining slightly you produce a quick spurt that hits me in the chest. I gasp as the warm fluid runs down my torso to my raging cock. It is clear and does not smell much at all. 

Another short dribble is followed by an even stronger spray. This time you keep the flow going, letting your bladder force the stream up into the air. Arcing above my head, I lean back and it hits me in the face. I gasp and some drips off my lips and enters my mouth. My initial revulsion is replaced by passion and I open my mouth again, this time leaning in closer. The stream is intense. Your fingers keep your pussy lips spread wide and the stream darts around my face.

"Suck my clit NOW!" you scream. I obey, clamping my mouth on your engorged bud. Your pee continues to hit me in the chin. As the stream dwindles you begin to convulse as your orgasm overtakes your body. I support you as you come down from your orgasm.


"Now it's my turn?" I ask.

"No." you coo softly with a hint of mischief in your voice. "You're just getting started."

We shower together, soaping each other up. We caress and fondle each other, which is difficult for me since my hands are still tied together. You order me to bend over and place my hands on the edge of the tub. I eye you suspiciously, but a quick slap on my ass makes me comply. 

With a fresh handful of soap you run your hands over my ass. Your fingers graze my asshole lightly and my cock which has remained nearly hard through the entire last hour twitches uncontrollably. You reach between my legs and soap the entire length of my tool and then gently cradle and massage my balls. I groan in absolute torment and pleasure.

Your hand roams back to my ass and you finger circles my tight hole. "What's good for the gander must be good for the goose as well." You chide.

"I don't know bout this." I stammer.

"You don't really have a choice." You purr into my ear, as you ease your index finger into my ass up to the first knuckle. The sensations are intense and I instinctively tighten up.

"I don't think this will work." I plead, but as I say the words you reach around with your other hand and stroke my cock which has never been harder.

"Your cock betrays you." You say. You continue to stroke my cock as you work your finger into my ass. You drop to your knees in order to better position your finger. You put pressure onto my prostrate by curling your finger towards my cock. The sensations cause me to nearly collapse.

You quickly cease your stroking of my cock. "Don't you dare cum before I tell you to! If you do, I'll really have to punish you. Remember, I'm trying to teach you to be more patient.

I cringe and try to concentrate on not cumming. The sensations you are creating by stroking my ass and prostate are intense. Soon, the sensation of imminent release passes and you ease your finger out of my ass with a pop. 

You order me to rinse you off and then myself. Stepping out of the tub you again pick up the crop. "Now dry me off." You order and I quickly comply, the crop grazing my ass for emphasis.

"Come join me in the bed when you are finished with yourself." You order. As soon as I am done drying myself I hurry to the bedroom to find you lying on the bed face down on a towel, your right hand is under you and I can see that you are playing with your clit, pinching it lightly. As I approach the bed you spread you legs further giving me a tantalizing view of you fingers sliding along your glistening pussy lips. 

"You are going to have to earn your release Dear." You warn, "Now take that bottle of massage oil and give me a massage I'll remember."

"Standing beside the bed, I pour some of the oil onto your back. I proceed to rub it into your skin. I feel you relaxing as the oil heats up. I work down to your legs. When I finish your back side you roll over and I continue the treatment on your front side. I avoid your pussy as I have come to understand your goal with this session, besides, your fingers have again found your clit and you are working yourself towards the point where you will demand me to fill your pussy with my cock. At least this is what I am hoping for.

"Go get the Liberator." You order and I quickly comply. You position yourself on your belly with your ass in the air. Your head is near the edge of the bed and I approach you on my knees.

"Mistress, may I be untied?" I ask. 

"O.K." you reply with a slight smile. "You will need both for what you have to do next." You quickly untie my hands and I climb onto the bed beside you. You hand me the bottle of massage oil and wink at me. I know want you want me to do without asking.


Putting a large squirt of oil on my hands, I rub it onto your ass cheeks and down between them into your sweet crevice. Spreading your legs you give me access to your tight puckered hole. I rub oil around the crinkled little entrance and you spasm slightly. I work the oil into your ass and you begin to open up. Your hips rise to meet my finger as you begin to loose yourself in the sensations.

Using my other hand I begin to rub your pussy as well. Your pussy is dripping with your juices.

"Now put your cock in my pussy." You gasp breathlessly, "But don't cum until I tell you!"

Climbing between your legs I position my cock at your entrance. I run it up and down your slit and you push back impatiently. I can't wait any longer and I ram into you in one quick motion. You gasp and push back hard. 

The sensation of your tight cunt walls grasping at my cock is incredible. Pulling out nearly all the way, I look down and see your ass opening and closing. I run my finger around the edge and you moan loudly. "Put it on my ass now." You command. Pulling my cock the rest of the way out of your pussy, I position my cock at your tight little entrance. 

"Open your ass." I command. I see you concentrate and your ass opens to accept my cock. It is shiny from the oil and I push the head in about an inch.

"Oh yessss!" you hiss between clenched teeth. Slowly, I push my cock in further. With short quick thrusts I work my cock in and out until am plying your ass with full strokes. I pull out completely and your ass remains open, begging to be filled again.


I notice your fingers pinching your clit. "Now my pussy!" you gasp. I oblige and ram my cock back into your juicy hole. The contrast to your ass is incredible. The sensations are incredible. Pounding into you, you push back to meet every thrust. Using my hand on your back, I hold you still as I pull out and ram quickly into your ass. Again the contrast is exquisite. You rise to meet me, impaling yourself all the way onto my cock. 

I can't believe the sensations you are creating. I know I am going to cum soon. I pull out of your ass and plunge into your pussy. I increase my pace. I can't control my actions any more. All I want is to cum, deep into your pussy. 

You are pushing back to meet every thrust, grunting. I can tell you are close to cumming too. Without warning I begin to cum. The sensations come rushing from my deepest core to the tip of my cock with the speed of light. Spasming uncontrollably I pump my seed deep into your pussy. 

As I begin to relax I can see you looking back with mock anger on your face. "I didn't say you could cum. I need to cum too and now you are going to have to finish me off. Lay down on your back." 

I quickly comply knowing that I have not completed my task to your satisfaction. You quickly straddle my face with your legs. This is not what I expected. I thought you were going to use my deflating cock to rub your clit till you came. Now I see you have something else in mind. You lower your dripping pussy to my mouth. "Lick me! Make me cum!" you command. I know I have no choice unless I want to disappoint you. 

I clamp my mouth over your pussy and I suck and lick like never before. You begin to writhe and pump your pussy up and down over my mouth, my cum dripping into my mouth. Amazingly my cock has sprung back to life and you grasp it harshly. "Do you like my juicy pussy?" you ask. 

I can only moan a response. You begin to stroke my cock in time to my licking. You grind your clit into my chin and I force you forward to prevent myself from being suffocated. Leaning forward you lay down on top of me. All of a sudden I feel your mouth envelope my cock. The total sensation is incredible. Never have I felt so connected to you. You moan and writhe on top of me. In this position I have access to your entire sex. I lick from your clit all the way to your asshole, my tongue probing lightly. 

Your hand snakes under my legs to my ass and I spread my legs. Your finger works around my ass and then enters my tight passage. I do the same to you and taking my cock from your mouth you gasp a breathless YESSSS!

I feel your pussy begin to spasm. This pushes me over the edge as well. Together we shake and convulse in complete release. Both of us are swallowing quickly to keep from drowning in the others juice. As you roll off of me you turn around and kiss me deeply, your tongue snaking out to find mine.

"I still didn't tell you to cum. We will have to begin training all over again tomorrow." You say with a sly grin.

"If we must." I reply.



What I Want



I want to feel the slow light touch of your fingers sliding through my hair, pulling my head closer, closer.

I want to feel the lightest friction of our lips as they gently slide against each other.

I want to feel the sigh leave your lips as you feel me press my body against yours.

I want to feel your body start to react to mine, your penis hardening, your heart beating faster.

I want to feel you run your hands down my back pulling me tighter.

I want to feel my nipples harden and push against my bra, even silk feeling rough.

I want to feel the slide of your tongue as it slides against my lips seeking entrance.

I want to feel my heart race, my panties dampen.

I want to feel your hands slide down my back and lift my shirt over my head.

I want to feel you push my hands behind my head and tell me to keep them there.

I want to feel you slide your mouth down to my neck, biting, nipping, licking, blowing.

I want to feel your fingers slide up and down my sides and arms and finally lifting my breasts to your face.

I want to feel you nuzzle your face in my chest as you slide your hands inside the cups of my bra to pull my breasts out.

I want to see your eyes glaze as you stare, trying to decide where to start as you lean and kiss one nipple then the other.

I want to see you grin, and then with your index fingers and thumbs I want to feel you pinch and pull my nipples.

I want to feel you sink your teeth into my breasts as you suck my nipples into your mouth.

I want to feel you lick my nipples apologizing for the pain, turning it into pleasure.

I want to feel you pull your shirt off and then slide your chest hairs against my wet hard nipples.

I want to feel you pulling and tugging my nipples, finally placing the clamps on, as I moan in pleasure edged with a sharp pain.

I want to feel you run your hands down my back, grabbing my ass as you pull me in tight to your body.

I want to feel you slide your hands down the back of my thighs as you drop to your knees in front of me.

I want to see you slide your hands back up and unbutton my skirt, unzip it slowly and pull it down my legs where you tell me to step out.

I want to see you panting as you look up at me, my panties wet, my nipples clamped and wet from your mouth, hanging over my bra.

I want to feel you place your face in my thighs as you take a deep breath smelling my arousal.

I want to feel you lick my panties, getting your first faint taste of me.

I want to see you stand back up, pulling my panties up tight into my puffy lips separating them with the wet cloth.

I want to feel you walk around behind me as you slowly unbuckle my bra.

I want to hear your pants sliding to the floor, knowing you are now naked.

I want to feel you slide your body flush against mine feeling your hard, hot penis pushing against my ass.

I want to feel you reach around and tug on my nipples again keeping them throbbing as you slowly lick your way down my back.

I want to feel you turn me around, as you separate my pussy lips and lightly bite my clit through my panties.

I want to feel you slowly, so slowly pull my panties down my legs baring my whole body to you.

I want to see you reach forward with one finger and lightly slide it over my slit, back and forth.

I want to feel you push that same finger inside my lips, rolling it around my clit and then slide it down and push it up inside me.

I want to feel my knees shaking so hard I can hardly stand anymore.

I want to hear you tell me to spread my legs apart.

I want to see you lean forward and then feel your tongue run from my clit to my vagina to my clit, where you clamp your lips on and suck, hard.

I want to feel my knees give out as I scream.

I want to feel you bite my clit and then suck hard again.

I want to feel you back me towards the couch.

I want to feel the backs of my knees hit the couch as you push me down, then pull my ass forward to the edge and spread my legs around your face.

I want to feel you push three fingers up in my pussy as you again start sucking and fluttering your hot tongue against my clit.

I want to feel you humming as you keep pushing in and out.

I want to feel my body explode on your mouth.

I want to see you reach over and grab a bag off the floor where you pull out a wide dildo.

I want to feel you push that dildo up into my pussy.

I want to hear you say, turn over and get your ass in the air.

I want to feel you pulling the dildo out and then pushing it in.

I want to feel you spreading my juices around my ass and lips.

I want to feel you put your penis against my pussy and push in lightly, just the head, then feel you ram it all the way inside slamming me forward rubbing my throbbing nipples into the rough couch.

I want to hear your balls hitting my thighs you have pushed so hard.

I want to feel you pull out and then, push back in as my pussy clamps down on your cock begging for more.

I want to hear you say, you want more, I'll give you more.

I want to feel you pull all the way out and replace your cock with the toy.

I want to feel you slowly pushing on my ass as you push your penis inside my asshole.

I want to feel my body adjusting to you and the dildo both inside me.

I want to feel you pushing and pulling at my ass, as you make sure that the dildo stays tight in my pussy.

I want to hear you say you want me to tighten the clamps on my nipples, as you start really fucking me.

I want to feel fuller than you have ever made me feel as you start pounding in and out of my ass.

I want to hear you say rub your clit and fuck your pussy with the toy as you pull me back so I am completely off the couch.

I want to feel my body tighten up so tight I can't stand it, and then I want to feel you pound into my ass so hard that you push my hand into my pussy around the dildo making me scream and cum.

I want to feel you dig your fingers into my hips, as you slam into me so hard that it hurts as you start to erupt.

I want to feel you exploding inside me, hot, deep.

I want to feel you slowly pull me up so I am leaning into your legs as I pull my arms up and around your neck.

I want to feel you panting against me, your cock sliding softer out of my ass.

I want to feel you reach down and slowly pull the dildo out of my cunt, hearing it make a popping sound as you pull it out.

I want to feel you slide your hands back up to my chest as you bury your face in my neck.

I want to feel you release the clamps off of my nipples, the pain screaming through my body, sending me over again.

I want to feel you lightly laugh as you tug my nipples to make my orgasm last longer.

I want to feel you slide your hands up and down my body as I lean into you, panting, moaning.

I want to hear you say, thank you baby that was amazing as we slide to the floor in each other's arms. 



What I Want



I have wanted this for so long, my body is actually craving it. There has been nothing else on my mind for the last five days, making these plans have been consuming my thoughts. I promised him that I would not masturbate so my body will be primed for him. The time finally arrived where I am walking up to the door of the motel, room number 17. The door is painted a bright red and I start to wonder if that is a sign for me to stop. If I do this, will it bring me to an edge that I will never get back from? Just as I approach the door, a strong breeze blows up my very short skirt and inside of my jacket. I am only wearing the skirt, a bra and a very thin white shirt that shows off my cleavage. The breeze makes my nipples harder than they already are, so pronounced that I feel a tickle between my legs.

I knock at the door and when it opens, he steps away for me to enter. The room is cool and dimly lit. The red lights that surround the room are typical of a motel such as this. There is a couch and fireplace in the front of the room, with a table in the corner, and then the king size bed with four posts in the back of the room. I put the bag of toys that I was instructed to bring down by my feet just as he commands me to turn to him. I turn to face him and he roughly rips my jacket open and pulls it off of my arms. 

"I want to make sure that your are dressed as I have instructed." 

He runs his hands across my shoulders and then down over my chest. He stops at my nipples and feels how hard they are, even through the shirt and bra. He takes them between his fingers, grabs tight and starts to twist them. I wince with pain, but with a smile across my face at the same time. 

"Oh, the whore likes pain." 

"Yes Master" I answered. 

After a few more seconds of assaulting my nipples, he moves his hands down between my legs. 

"Spread your legs for me." he commanded. 

He runs his fingers along my thighs and starts to insert his fingers into my pussy's slit. My pussy is so wet and slick, his fingers glide with ease. 

"I see you have dressed like I have instructed, no panties." 

He is stroking my slit, moving up and down, but not touching my clit. I try to move my hips forward so he will touch my sweet spot, but he avoids it. 

"I have barely touched you and already you are soaked. Take your clothes off and turn around" he says. 

I pull the blouse over my head, remove my bra and step out of my skirt. I turn so my back is towards him and he grabs me by the back of the neck and starts to walk me towards the table in the corner of the room. Just as my upper thighs hit the table he says, 

"Spread your legs wide for your Master and bend over putting your palms on the table." 

I do as he asks and can feel the wave of cool air wash over my pussy. 

"Do not lift your hands from the table and face the wall at all times, understand slave?" 

"Yes Master" I replied.

I could hear him walk away and start to rustle through the bag I brought with me. In the bag I had brought clamps with chain attachments, a thin double paddle, collar, ball gag, dildos, butt plug, blindfold and all the cuffs and straps needed to tie someone up in numerous positions. The rustling stops and hear him walk back over to me. I can feel the heat from his body and know that he is just as excited as I am. He craves to discipline and dominate someone also, going farther than most other women would let him. The blindfold comes across my eyes and he starts to tighten it around my head, everything goes black. 

"You have a beautiful ass, but I need to make the whore's ass perfect for it's Master." 

Just then I feel a hard slap across my ass, to where I go up on my tip toes and a moan escapes my mouth. 

"I need my whore's ass to be dark red, that will make it perfect." 

An even harder slap across my ass again. 

"You like that don't you?" He says. 

"Yes Master, may I have another?" 

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

"Thank you Master, may I have more?" I said. 

Slap. Slap. My body was so hot, I needed this, needed to be controlled and taken advantage of. Just then, his hands returned to my pussy and I didn't think it would be possible, but it was even wetter than before. He is using multiple fingers and tickling the lips. 

He grabs the hair at the base my neck, pulls my head roughly back and says "Push your pussy out to it's master, present it to me!" 

I shift my hips outwards to him and push back onto his fingers. I feel my pussy lips spread farther apart. 

"You really are a whore, you are so wet and love being my slave. Open your slut mouth!" He said. 

"Yes Master." I said. 

His fingers withdraw from my pussy and are then shoved into my mouth. 

"You need to taste the whore in you, know that you are here for my pleasure." 

His fingers were so wet and I loved the taste of my pussy. I used my tongue to clean his fingers thoroughly and licked everywhere my tongue would let me. 

"You like the way your pussy tastes, don't you?" 

I really did, I loved the fact that someone controlling me got me so hot and craving the domination. 

"Yes Master" I responded.

He grabbed me by the neck again and forced me to lay down with my chest on the table. 

"Put your hands behind your back." he stated.

I did and knew what was coming, the beginning of my bondage. He took my wrists and put the cuffs on them both so my hands are bound behind me. 

"Spread your legs farther slut and open your mouth wide for me" he commanded. 

"Yes Master." 

My chest was heaving with excitement and I could feel the wetness of my pussy drip down my inner thigh. I never knew I could get that wet. Just then he shoved the ball gag I brought into my mouth and secured it tightly around the back of my head.

For the next few minutes, my ass was paddled repeatedly. It was so sore, but burning hot which was driving me insane. The moaning I was making behind the gag didn't deter him at all. One touch to my clit and I swear I would cum. The paddle stopped stinging my ass and I started to feel liquid being dribbled into the crease of my ass. His fingers started to the rub the liquid right around my asshole and I feel him push his finger inside me. He pulls in and out and it feels so fucking good. I need to have his cock driven into my ass, pussy and mouth. I wanted it everywhere and needed to get fucked so desperately. I start to moan with pleasure from behind the gag and moving my ass in motion with his finger, and then he shoved two fingers inside me. 

"The whore likes having her ass stuffed and fucked. Take my fingers into your ass. You want me to fuck your ass don't you?" He said. 

I try to scream out the words, "Yes Master" but it is just muffled noise. 

"Only whores like being butt fucked, so you know you are a whore."

He pulls his fingers out and more liquid is poured into my ass. Then, the rustling from the bag again. He starts to push something into my ass and it is only getting bigger the farther he pushes, it is the vibrating butt plug. It is forcing my ass to open up so wide and it starts to hurt. It feels like it is ripping me apart. 

He says "I know this hurts and I love watching you squirm trying to take all of this into your ass. Do you want me to stop, slut?" 

I shake my head no, I know it pleases him to see me in pain and I will do whatever he wants for his pleasure. 

"That's a good whore" he says as he shoves the rest of the butt plug into my ass. I cry out in pain, but then my ass closes around the base of the plug and get a sense of relief, even if it is temporary. He turns the plug on and the vibrating is making my body shake. Its like I can feel the vibration go across my entire body, especially my pussy. He takes the paddle and starts to smack my ass again. The paddling hurts even more now because all the blood has rushed to my ass cheeks and the stinging is almost unbearable. 

Just when I almost can't take it anymore, he grabs my shoulders and lifts me to an upright position and turns me around. He takes my nipples into his mouth and starts to suck on them. The feeling goes straight to my pussy, it too is craving his tongue. He starts to flick my nipples and bite on them. They are getting very sensitive and he removes his mouth and starts to twist them with his fingers again. I am crying behind the gag in pain with my chest caving in trying to pull away from him. 

"DO NOT PULL AWAY FROM ME! Take the pain like the whore you are!" he screamed. 

I pushed my chest back out to him and he continued painfully twisting and pulling on my nipples. 

"Is the whore ready to have my cock shoved in her mouth?" he said. 

I instantly shook my head yes and tried again to say "Yes Master" from behind the gag.

He removed the gag and asked me again, "Is the whore ready to have my cock shoved into her mouth?" 

"Yes Master. I want to have your cock pass my lips and suck on it until you cum all over my face and in my mouth." I said. 

He told me, "If you really want my cock, you'll beg for it." 

"Yes Master, I want your cock in my mouth so badly. I want to taste your cock and your cum. Please give it to me, let me please you. Please, I need you to fuck my throat!" 

I almost couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. But I knew that they rang true and I needed to be violated and dominated. I wanted to be someone's whore and slave. He shoved me to knees and stuck his dick into my mouth. I started to lick and suck it hungrily. I can taste the precum from his dick and am loving its flavor. My hands are behind my back so I can't grab it and use my hands for assistance. I have to make him cum from just using my mouth. His stiffness makes his cock hard to fit into my mouth, but I am taking all of it into my throat. 

"Oh yeah, whores like their mouths filled with cock, don't they?" he said. 

I try to say "Yes Master" between the thrusts of cock going in and out of my mouth. My master grabs the back of my hair and starts to violently fuck my mouth, shoving his dick into the back of my throat. I can tell by his moans he is about to cum and he quickly removes his dick from my mouth. 

"Open your mouth wide slut and don't swallow until I tell you to!" he said. 

"Yes Master." 

I open my mouth wide and start to feel the hot, creamy cum spray across my lips and tongue. The jism is collecting in a pool in my mouth and on my tongue, there was so much of it. After he stopped ejaculating in my mouth, he puts his dick back in my mouth to cover it with his cum. 

"Don't swallow yet whore, or you will be greatly punished." 

He takes is cum covered dick and smears the cum all over my lips like lipstick. 

"Let my cum drip off of your tongue back onto my cock." 

I rise a little from my squatting position so I can let the cum leak back onto his dick. It must be shiny with cum and my saliva. 

"Now, like a dirty whore, clean my cock with your mouth, swallow my cum and then lick your lips clean." 

I did as he asked. I sucked his dick until it was clean, swallowed that cum and then licked the other cum off of my lips and swallowed that also. I felt so dirty, used and abused, but was loving it. With the butt plug still vibrating in my ass, I almost came when he was ejaculating on my face and in my mouth. This was everything I had asked for, everything that my body was craving, everything that my mind drove me nuts with.

He helped me to my feet and guided me to the bed. As I lay on my back, was going through the goodie bag. He tied my hands above my head to the posts of the bed and my feet to the other posts. Then I felt my knees being tied up also and pulled as far apart as they would go, he must have run a strap under the bed to accomplish this. As I lay on the bed, with my body outstretched, pussy completely exposed, I realize how vulnerable I am. He can do anything he pleases to me, I am at his mercy.

"Your pussy is still so wet and your nipples are very hard. You are not here for your pleasure, only for mine. You need to be punished for enjoying yourself so much" he said. 

With that, he starts to take the paddle and smacks my clit. I have never felt this before and it really hurts. 

I cry out, "Oh Master, that hurts!!" 

"I know" he replies "and I am not stopping either." 

He smacks it again, then again and again. My knees are trying to slam shut, but the straps are not letting me close them, not even an inch. He takes the paddle and rubs it along my clit and slit. He turns it so the edge is inside my pussy lips, getting wet. After he soaks it, he brings the paddle to my mouth and instructs me to lick it clean. I taste my pussy all over again and lick the paddle till he removes it from my mouth. He smacks my pussy and clit six more times and the pain is excruciating. 

Then he takes the paddle and starts smacking my nipples and I respond with, "Thank you Master, may I have another?" 

He continues to smack each nipple multiple times, each time with the same response from me, "Thank you Master, may I have another?" 

"Yes you may, whore. I want you to leave here with your entire body sore from my assault on you" he said. 

I responded with, "Yes Master, I want every part of my body sore. My pussy, my ass, my mouth, nipples, everything. I want to be fucked so hard that I am walking crooked when it is over." 

"It's not about what YOU want, it's about what I want. And right now I want your nipples and clit in pain" he said. 

"Yes Master." 

With that, I felt my left nipple start to be squeezed with extreme force, and then the right one, he was using the clamps. The clamps sent chills down my spine and again, into my pussy. I needed cock so badly and would tolerate anything right now just to get fucked, and fucked hard. The pressure on my nipples was increasing which meant that he was tightening them and my body started to twist and squirm with pain. 

"Your clit is so wet that I have to dry it off before I put the third clamp on." 

My clit was already so sore and could feel my pulse running through it because of it being slapped earlier. I didn't think I could take it being clamped, but I really had no choice. I felt him dry my clit off with a tissue and then the same pressure that was on my nipples was being inflicted on my clit. My clit must have been swollen because it felt huge. My hips started gyrating because of the pain, but it felt so good. So good because I had no control over what was being done to me, no ability to stop it. Then he tightened the clamp on my clit and the pain was extreme. I was moaning from the squeezing of my sweet spots. 

"One last step and my work of art will be complete" he said. 

I felt the coolness of the chain that came with the clamp on my belly and felt my nipples being drawn closer to each other. I hear the click of the clasp on the left tit and then my right tit was pulled forcefully towards the left and the next clasp clicked. So now they are being squeezed and pulled on at the same time. I think my nipples were only an inch apart. Then they were being pulled down towards my clit as he attached the Y chain to my clit as well. My sorest spots are being pulled in torment and it is a pain that you can't get used to.

"You like this, don't you whore?" he asked. 

"Yes Master, I do" I replied. 

"You are such a dirty girl, that pleases me. You shouldn't like this so much, makes me want to do even dirtier things to you" he said. 

"Master, my body is for you to do whatever you want with. There is nothing I can do to stop you from taking complete advantage of me." 

With that, he started pulling on the chains, making the pain in my clit and nipples flare up again. I could have sworn that my nipples and clit were going to be torn off of my body, but it is keeping my pussy wet and aching for cock. 

I found myself saying to him, "Please fuck me Master. I need your cock buried inside my pussy and my ass. I have done everything you have asked, please give me cock. I need it desperately." 

Just then, he freed my hands from the posts, but tied them together in front of me. Then released my knees and feet, but instructed me to get on my knees. He retied my feet to the posts again and re-secured my knees so they were spread far apart again. My hands were pulled above my head and secured to something that held them there. There must have been a hook in the ceiling that I did not notice before. Having my body stretched like this pulled on the chains even more. 

"Master, please remove the clamps, I can't take the pain. Please, I am begging you and will do anything you ask for their release." 

"Anything?" he asked. 

"Yes Master, anything!!" I screamed. 

"I have wanted to taste your pussy for myself all night, so I will remove the one from your clit for now so I can lick and bite on it and your pussy lips." 

"Thank you Master" I replied. 

When the clamp was removed and all the blood returned to it, it hurt more than ever. But I didn't get much time to feel that because my Master started to eat my pussy, licking and flicking my clit with such intensity, I knew my orgasm would come quickly. 

I started screaming with pleasure and saying, "Thank you Master, thank you!" 

He was licking me expertly and driving me wild. After about 30 seconds, I was shaking with the strongest orgasm I have ever felt. At the same time as my orgasm, my master removed the butt plug from my ass and a wave of pleasure swept over me. I came so hard that my pussy squirted on his face and my body went limp. 

"I hope you don't think that your work is done" he said. "You are still going to use that wet pussy to sit on my cock, while there is another cock fucking your ass." 

The thoughts ran through my head, what does he mean another cock in my ass? He must mean a dildo, right? 

So I said, "Yes Master, I will ride your cock until you come while I have a dildo fucking my ass." 

"Who said anything about a dildo in your ass? he said. "I have a friend here with a huge cock that is going to help me fuck you until you are sore, just like you wanted and asked for." 

Could I do this? Fuck two men in one night? 

"Thank you Master, I want my body filled with dick until I can't take it anymore. Please Master, I am begging both of you to each fuck my pussy and ass." I said and realized that I could fuck two men, and that I really wanted to.

I felt someone slither between my legs underneath me and guide my pussy onto a dick, I almost exploded when it first entered me. My pussy was craving cock and it was finally filled. I was riding that cock with a vengeance, slamming on it with my pussy, trying to get it as far inside me as possible. I thought I was going to pull the hook out of the ceiling I was pulling on it so hard. Whoever was fucking my pussy, held my hips down and grabbed my ass so that my cheeks were spread, giving easy access to whoever was going to fuck my ass. 

"Please shove your cock in my ass and fuck me hard. I'm a dirty, cock craving whore that needs her body filled" I said. 

The cock pushed inside me, balls deep in one thrust. Pain shot into my ass, but when the man under me started fucking my pussy again, I didn't care. My body felt full from having two dicks at the same time, they were fighting for space inside me. Then suddenly the clamps were removed from my nipples and a warm wash spread across my body. Someone started to massage them and even though they were sore, the pleasure was intense. I could feel my body working up to another enormous orgasm when the man under me started massaging my swollen, sore clit. This drove me over the edge and the orgasm rocked my body, my pussy went into spasm and could feel my cum start to drip onto the cock under me. 

"Oh yeah, now you know you are a whore. You came while being tied up and begging for two men to fuck you at the same time" my Master said. 




What I Want



I want to slowly lay back down on her. I want to feel the cum between our bodies. I want to feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh. I want to feel the heat of my cum on her lips and face. I want to smell my cum on her face. I want her to smell her cum still on my face. I want us to kiss. I want to fuck her cum covered mouth with my tongue. I want her to fuck my cum covered mouth with her tongue.

I want to lay there. I want to hug her. I want to be hugged by her. I want us to be fused by saliva, wetness and cum.



What I Want



"I need you now," is all I had to say on the phone.

See, I got home about five minutes earlier. I set -- no I hurled -- my backpack full of research methods books and articles into the corner so hard that if it hadn't been exposed brick, it might have punctured the drywall.

"Puncture the wall, hell!" I laughed at myself. "Fucking puncture ME!"

I was so tired of the grueling week of lectures, papers, and exams, and at the same time I was so fucking energized and aroused by all the tension and attention a coed doctoral student in a prestigious predominantly male program automatically generates.

What?! They don't think I want to fuck as bad as they do? Give me a fucking break. Fucking gawk, glaze over, gawk, leer, stare, smirk, snide comment, whisper, nudge each other as I walk past. 

Dear God, please.

It isn't because I don't need attention and a good robust fucking that I sneer back and shake my head. 

I look disgusted because goddamn near any one of them could have been fucking me right here, right now, right...well, just exactly right real!

What are they teaching these guys in these mind-numbing programs that I'm not getting? Did they remove a little too much testosterone during those entrance exams - or maybe remove the balls entirely?! 

Seth, Roy, and Carl. You are the exceptions. Carl, you were married and a dear. Seth and Roy, you were gay and still made me hotter than anyone else in the program - Carl being married and all.

But Seth, Roy, and Carl aside, I craved worthy attention. 

Would someone please just get real and could just one of you, one single one of you leering spineless studs -- other than professor Stagnione that is -- just fucking come up to me and ask me for some time? For dinner? Say I look good today? Tell me to my face what I need to hear, which is exactly what you are telling each other about me anyway? Hell - just fucking tell me I exist in your paper chase half-dimension world?! 

You have no idea, do you, that I am a thousand times filthier and more willing to do anything you can imagine and more than all of you put together HAVE imagined in your nightly tissue- paper, lights-out, quiet-so-my-roommate (who is doing likewise) doesn't-hear-me, jerk-off dreams.

But even though you talk behind my back, beside my face, hoping I'll notice you noticing, feeding your jerk-off for tonight - guess what?

You never asked.

Read on and weep as you read. You know exactly who I am. And you know who you are. All of you. You never asked, did you? Not one of you.

There was nobody in our cohort that couldn't have risen to my occasion with even a medium modicum of testosterone and willingness to want it like I do. I would have.

So, here alone finally in my sanctuary, my small fourteenth story loft apartment, overlooking cold city rooftops and the beckoning harbor glistening a mile away, I knew clearly what I wanted this Friday and for the whole weekend.

I ripped my clothes off. My fingers were trembling. How can I describe what I wanted? Pussy for now. Flesh. Body aroma. Air on my tits. And, yes, I wanted cock and I wanted cum.

My relationship with Sam was exactly for times like this. 

Whatever Sam's Ph.D. program was over there in those dark, cheap buildings along Camden Circle, we need more people in it -- if they're like Sam.

"I need you now," is all I had to say on the phone.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine. I need to let go. Can you come over? You can crash over here and sleep or study or whatever. I'll need to get back to work sometime before next Friday, but I want to hang out for the weekend anyway.

And I am ready now Sam. Ready now."

"I'll be right over," he said.

"Come quickly," I said. 

He just chuckled.

I hung up the phone and slid to the floor against the wall. I slid my finger along my pussy and felt she was already very wet. I licked my finger slowly and rubbed it over my pussy lips, dipping inside, burning with want-to. Then up across my mouth with those fucked fingers. 

I wanted to taste, and smell, and wallow in sex, taste cum, ingest warm human sex, mine is fine for now, nice warm-up.

I met Sam at the door wearing nothing. 

I wrapped my arms around him and stood right there in the doorway, not real worried about neighbors from apartments next door. I put my tongue in his mouth and fucked his teeth. 

I walked a circle all the way around him in the hallway, turned him all the way around, until I was standing out in the hall naked and his back was in my doorway.

"God, Jen," he whispered, looking around a little nervously but smiling, "you are hot."

"I need cum."

I pushed him in the door and shut the door behind us. I even stopped to lock the chain fob, then unlocked the chain, thinking ahead. 

I walked him into my bedroom and pushed him to the floor with his back against the exposed brick wall. I went to my bed and pulled off several pillows, tossing them at him.

I walked back to where he sat and guided my crotch into his face. I took his cheeks a little roughly I'm afraid, and pulled his mouth into my cunt, spreading my knees and thighs and wriggling around to open up as much as I could, guiding his mouth to a nice fit.

"God, I need this," I moaned. He only murmured and let his mouth mold to me.

"How do I taste, Baby? Taste my cum. Here let me taste us."

I reached down and smeared my lips across his lips, trailing my tongue along to gather the musky pussy juice."

"I need...fucked is too tame, Sam. I need something completely filthy. I need it bad."

I held his face close and let saliva build up in my mouth, then I dripped it into his mouth and followed the string down into his mouth where I wallowed my tongue around in the mess.

"Are you up for me?" I asked him.

He didn't answer, but quickly pulled his shirt off and threw it straight up in the air, watching it descend like a parachute and drop over my head. 

God bless you Sam. Oh, God Bless You Sam. You so know what I WANT. You ARE so what I want.

He slid out of his pants and shorts and freed his cock. Then he pulled me to my knees and turned me to face away from him, moving -- no shoving me -- to my elbows and then pulling my bottom back toward him so hard my knees skidded and bounced three times like my last three Delta airline landings in Atlanta, when they actually flew on schedule last week. 

He slid down and propped pillows behind his head then pulled my legs back straddling his shoulders. Without any prerequisites, he put his tongue hungrily inside my cunt and probed me deeply, scraping his tongue all around inside me, loading his tongue with me, my taste, my sex. Then I felt him pull out and there was a pause. 

"Sam, uh...? Excuse me, but...Oh! There you...are. Fucking yes already!"

I felt a soft heat around my asshole and realized he was blowing gently onto it. I gasped when I realized he was going to lick my ass and I squirmed back into him. 

I scrunched myself up into a ball, writhing back on his body until I found his dick and I lowered my face to it, then slid my mouth across his head and then swallowed him slowly -- slow, but very, very, very tight, as tight as I could suck.

I lingered in the wetness and ran my tongue around the head of his dick tasting the clear cum that was starting to ooze into my mouth.

Then his tongue touched my ass and drifted around and over it. I groaned and he pressed his tongue flat against my ass, holding, holding, hoooolding, then pressing a little harder until he was probing inside.

"Yes, yes, baby." I begged him. "Eat my asshole."

We maneuvered around in several delicious ways. I had him flat on his back and I squatted on his face and opened my bottom widely to him. We tried to see how deeply he could get his tongue into my holes, one at a time. He held his head fairly still and let me move my bottom as I pleased. I fed him first my pussy, then my asshole, alternating holes, impaling myself on his tongue while he held rigid and thrust as deeply as he could into me.

We did this for several delicious moments before I leaned forward and joined him in a wet sixty-nine sucking. I could feel his first orgasm coming. This was what I was wanting. 

But I had another picture in mind. I was craving cum and Sam wasn't going anywhere for the weekend. The semester break gave us at least Saturday free from our studies.

"Here's what I need right now, Darling. I need to suck your dick and play in your cum while you finger fuck me. I need to take a long time, but I don't want you to hold back too much."

I moved quickly back to the pillows and leaned back against the wall, pulled him toward me and guided him into my mouth.

"Come and fuck my face slowly, Babe," I whispered. "This is what I need. Please just do what I say. Please do me slowly. Do me slow."

I held my mouth open invitingly and sort of loose so he could move in and out at will. I just let my hands settle to the floor and lay there. 

I wanted to be exposed, naked, open, safely vulnerable if that makes sense. It does.

"I want to taste your cum. I want to eat your semen." I spoke quietly and evenly, saying every filthy thing I could think of. I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and held them apart while I worked a finger onto his asshole. I didn't probe yet but pressed lightly in and out and around his rim, feeling for the rhythm of his fuck, sculpting his orgasm with my fingers and my teeth and my lips and my tongue and my eyes. 

Oh, yes, I smiled into his eyes and sucked his dick, murmuring obscenities the whole time.

"Fill my mouth with cum. I want to taste it. Marry me. Give me babies. Fucking dent my teeth. Bruise my tongue. Erase my fucking memory. Put my picture on your desk. Relationship. Cuddle. Choose my bridesmaids. Fuck my bridesmaids, all of them, all at once." 

I said I murmured obscenities around his gargantuan slickened dick, saying every nasty thing I could think of. I wasn't the only girl in a world of paper-doll men for nothing. I loved dirty words and how they made my cunt feel.

"Fuck my mouth. Fuck my friends. Jerk off in class. Pussy. Wet, sweet pussy. Taste my cunt. Smell my wet pussy."

To accentuate my point, I fingered deep in my cunt and reached to spread me on his mouth.

"Eat me while you fuck your stuff into my mouth."

This is what I was craving after hours of intense study for several weeks. I wanted to taste the salt and the pungent thick cum of a human being. I wanted to bathe in it.

"Fuck my mouth, Babe," I cooed at him with my most genuine, loving coo. Then he was coming.

It was just what I needed. Learning to swallow a man's cum had taken a little getting used to, and a long time to fully appreciate. Today I knew I had mastered it. There was not that natural resistance or revulsion.

I felt sperm splash first against the back of my throat as he let out a loud groan. His whole body tensed in waves as he flowed into my mouth. I caught his cum with my whole mouth. I moved my lips and my tongue from side to side, slowing down the gush of sperm so I could play with it longer.

The first cascade was down my throat before I could stop it, and I swallowed reflexively. I felt a rush of delirious decadence as the next thick, rich, salty stuff slid into my mouth. I let the rest flow across my face and I smeared it into my face and hair.

I knew Sam was going to do his recovery crash soon and I started probing my cunt as I ate his cum. When Sam finally fell back against the pillow, I slid him further down and flat on his back. I slid up, straddled him and put my pussy at his mouth, still smearing his thick cum across my mouth.

He ate me ravenously even though he had just come and I probed and stroked myself into his mouth. For a moment, I looked down at him and let his cum flow out of my mouth down onto my tits and stomach. I took some of the thick spunk in my fingers and traced his lips with it. Then I was coming.

I came in waves, and held his cheeks so hard I left red claw marks as I pumped and fucked and flowed into Sam's mouth. He licked me hard and evenly, right there where he knows I love it.

After we collapsed, I knew neither of us was through.

We went into one of our free association conversations, we called it coasting.

I lay there loving cum in my mouth. I realized I wanted cum in my mouth every day. 

That realization eventually played out in some very hot, satisfying quickies that we would never have had otherwise.

Most guys kiss their wives or girlfriends as they rush out the door. 

Sam often as not had a different ritual. He would quietly walk around to my side of the bed and put one knee up, sort of my cue that he was on his way to the shower, and that if I wanted cock, it was now. 

He'd dangle his cock there in a very clear, but non-demanding, non-threatening, non-expecting RSVP. Reply within ten or fifteen seconds by oral response only.

More often than not - actually, always - I did. 

Sam would slowly stroke his dick and then find my mouth and slide in. He would fuck my mouth for me more than I would suck him, though I sucked as hard as I could being half asleep. 

Without a word he'd suddenly gush his stuff into my mouth and I'd swallow and catch what I could to play in while I got off as he rushed off to the shower.

It definitely wasn't one way, only for his pleasure. I couldn't count the times, often several times a day, starting on days I had to be up and around first, that I would corner him on his pillow and klutz out of my panties, if I had any on, and get my cunt into his mouth, fucking him until I came my girl cum all over his mouth. 

Oh, yes. Sam was very mutual.

But of course I'm coasting here, getting ahead of myself, still break-weekend horny and lusting, coasting for a bit to give my personal Sam some time to get thumping again.

Of course I couldn't get cum in my mouth every day, but today I could and I wanted badly to revel in it.

"Let's call Jan and see if she wants us to fuck her tonight," I said.

"Let's do," Sam sighed. "After a nap."

A couple of hours, exactly 120 minutes later, I reached across Sam's chest and got the phone, poking in Jan's number. 

Lying there draped over Sam, waiting for Jan to pick up, I licked my way down to his cock and engulfed it in my mouth, holding it there. I was surprised when Jan picked up, since I usually got her answering machine.

"Jan? Do you know that between my mouth and the phone is a huge, wet cock, and I can smell it? Wait a sec. I'm going to taste it. Yep. Tasted." 

"You cruel bitch," Jan says matter-of-factly. 

"Okay. Who is it on? Or did you break it off one of your class buds?"

I go down deep, deep, deep on Sam's cock and smack my lips loudly and moan into the earpiece.

"Come over and see." I slurped loudly on Sam, holding the phone close. "Oops. I got cum on the phone." 

"Tell Sam hi." Click.

Until Jan got there, I tongue fucked Sam's mouth, being careful not to touch his cock. It was a good thing Jan was only ten minutes away. She let herself in, rattled the open chain to let me know she noticed I left it open for her, and came into the bedroom.

"I figured as much!" she said winking at Sam. She came to his side of the bed and sat down, unbuttoning her blouse.

"Hi, Jan. Happy semester break!" Sam put an arm around her and unhooked her bra.

Jan didn't say a word. She leaned down and slid her mouth onto Sam's dick and moved around delicately, delighting in that long overdue fuck taste. 

Sam groaned and I felt his body stiffen. I wanted to jokingly remind Jan to share but she was desperately erotic in her silent worship and I watched silently, stroking her hair as hungrily for soft sensation as was her mouth for his dick. 

I don't think I had ever been as aroused as I was in that moment and the passion seemed to flow out of me from every part of my body and mind. 

No matter how many times I had sat right here fingering myself watching these friends and flowing into these images and imagining the filthiest fantasies as this was happening inches from my face, I still got more aroused every time.

So, there we were, all totally open and exposed and free to fuck without barriers for a long weekend at least. 

Meals to share, feeling each other up under the table. Movies to watch with one of us as a lookout while the other got a little taste, true to Alanis Morrissette's going down in a theater idea. 

Skiing in Pennsylvania. Climbing in West Virginia. Running along Mount Vernon trail. Perhaps dining in Harper's Ferry. Fucking in parking lots, secluded trailhead branch coverings, everywhere. 

Eating for energy, apples and smoked salmon and yogurt. No jokes about, or making lurid slurping sounds with the yogurt of course - we are all adults here.

Image after image after image after delicious image I see as I lay in my quiet austere room and watch Jan's auburn hair bobbing slowly up and down as I get only glimpses of her rich red lips twisting and curving and embracing our best boyfriend's eternally ready cock.

Yeah. Okay. Put away the paper-doll man world for a weekend and bring out the flesh and blood and soul and towels, lots of towels, and Sam's Jeep.

This is what I want.



What I Want



We're laying together in bed. You have no shirt on, but your boxers are still on, and your cock is sticking out. I lie by your side, on my side, with my head resting on your hip. I've just taken a drink of wine, and my lips are wet and my cheeks are flushed and hot. 

Your hand touches my hair lightly for a second, then pushes me towards your cock. The head passes my lips and you throw your head back. "Yeah baby, that's it, keep going," you say. I start down the shaft and I can feel you getting bigger. I stay there for a minute and then, with the help of your hand pressing my head down further, I have you down my throat. Oh my god, yes. I brace myself with one hand, get up on my knees, and slide my hand between my legs. I come up for air, bring my finger to your lips to wet them, and then press them back where it feels good. I kiss you full on, knowing how much we both love tasting ourselves on each other.

After I finish kissing you, I smile when I see your hand go to your cock. "Tell me what you're thinking," I whisper. You look at me, see the flush in my cheeks, see my hand between my legs, and know that whatever you say will turn me on. So you begin...

"OK. Me. And you. And two others - a guy and a girl. We don't know them. One for each of us. And we can be as straight - or as adventurous - as we feel like. However, this is my fantasy, baby, so I will tell you what I want. I want you to start kissing the girl. Both of you start with your clothes on, rubbing up against each other, just kissing. Me and the guy will just sit and watch. Then, you two start dropping clothes. Real slow, but you are still touching each other, ignoring us, like you don't even notice us. 

"She leans her head on your chest and starts sucking on a nipple. About this time, the guy sits up to get a closer look and I start touching his hair, lightly. He turns to look at me and licks his lips nervously. He's young, 24 or 25, smooth shaven, hairless chest. I bring him to me and kiss him, loving the feel of his tongue in my mouth. The girl and you stop for a moment, to watch us. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the heat in your eyes as you look at her. Neither of you have ever been in the same room with two guys who want each other and it turns you on. You are both totally undressed now, pressed up against each other, tongues in each others mouths, hands reaching down to feel between each others legs.

"But the guy isn't too sure yet, so I turn him loose, push him towards you, let him run his tongue over your pale skin, let you reach for his big hard cock, while I bring the girl to me. She kneels to suck my cock and I watch as you spread your legs for him, let him stick his fingers inside you, and start to get off because I want nothing more than to put those fingers in my mouth to taste you. He shoves his cock inside you and you look over his shoulder at me, knowing I am staring at his ass, knowing exactly what I want next. And I know that you will help me get it, my slutty, sexy, perfect match.

"You know the exact time to strike - when he's deep inside you and will agree to anything. You say his name but he barely looks up at you and keeps sliding in and out. 

"You lean over to whisper in his ear. 'I want to see something before you come inside me,' you say, with a slight wink in my direction. 'I want my boyfriend to taste me.' You pause slightly, running your fingers down his nicely muscled arms. 'On you. Will you let him?' He looks over, breathing hard from pumping in and out of you, still buried deep inside.

"He looks nervously in my direction. 'You mean let him suck me off?'

"You shake your head. 'I just want him to taste me on you.'

"Same difference. But you know what to say to reassure him, and I don't care, as long as I end up with that boy's cock in m mouth. And besides, as long as his dick's being sucked, he won't care who's doing it.

"So he pulls out, and walks over. I push the girl off of me, and stare at his hard cock, slick from your pussy. I lick my lips, then wrap my arm around his waist to bring him to me. Slide that beautiful cock past my lips, tasting you, tasting him, and I look past him. I see you, wrapped around the girl, your fingers buried inside her. But I am working him hard, and too soon I feel his balls tighten in my hand. Seconds later, he explodes in my mouth.

"You edge closer. You know what comes next and you love it. I pull you close and open my lips against yours, my tongue meeting yours, and let you share it with me, let you taste him in my mouth. I don't have to touch you to know you are dripping wet, I can feel you melt against me as you spread your legs for the hard cock you know you want inside you.

"But again, lover, this is what I want, so I lay you down on your stomach, put one of my fingers inside you to get it nice and wet, and work it in your tight little asshole. 'You want me?' I ask.

'Please,' is all you can say. I shove my cock up your asshole and you take it wonderfully. So sexy. I love the noises you make. And don't forget, there's two people watching us. But that's doesn't stop me and you don't care now. All you care about is my cock inside your ass. You can feel me getting bigger, getting ready to come. The noises you are making are incredible, animalistic and frantic. 'Come up my ass, baby,' you say. 'Make me yours,' you beg. How can I not give you what you ask for?

"I push as far inside you as I can and bite your neck. It's either a whimper or a cry, pleasure or pain, or both. I explode inside you. You tense, and I feel you shudder as you echo.

I look at you, eyes closed, fingers wet. "So that's what I want. Think you could set that up?" I ask. 

You smile slyly, grab for your phone beside the bed and dial a number. "Hey," you say. "It's Leah. I emailed earlier?" You pause, smiling at me. "What are you two doing tonight?"

I smile back, and pour you another glass of wine, and wait.



What i Want



8:24 pm - i scarf down a Chinese chicken salad before leaving for the party, so that i wouldn't park myself near the cheese and crackers all night. The tiny slip of paper hidden within the fortune cookie that i eagerly cracked open read this: "what do you want?" Now, how in the hell is that a fortune? I turned it over, looking for something more as i nibbled on one edge of the broken bland cookie. Nothing. 

i drive on two freeways, obediently following the instructions of my in-car navigation system, but not really paying attention to where i was going, lost in my own thoughts ... What do I want? Stupid fortune that isn't a fortune, but it was an intriguing question. What did I want? 

A chance to do it over again, to turn the page back to that day, or rather turn the page of our collective novel backward in time, to that crisp evening when we first met. Today reminded me of that day -- the cool-clean feeling of a new january morning -- the world simmering after a three-day thunderstorm.

i walk confidently into an unfamiliar house, alive with a festive early-January party; people sucking out the last breath of the holidays. i step into the grand room, and instantly "feel" your presence; across the room, holding court, but keenly aware of my every move. The secret scent of your desire --distinct from any of the other party scents; the sticky sweet pall of liquored bodies sweating out seduction in flavors of cinnamon, apple and pine, but the fervent burn of your lust that only i could smell above them all, made me heady and unsettled. 

i acknowledge the erotic sensation of You undressing me with your mind's eye, as you smile in conversation with some nameless woman across the room -- just out of my view. i bow my head down to one side, attempting to somehow eavesdrop on Your inner-dialogue, listening to Your silent assessment of me. 

You're paying attention to that girl with seemingly rapt attention, but Your steely-blue eyes are on transfixed on me, burning through me, conjuring up fantastic fantasies of the dirty slut you'd turn me out to be, just as soon as you decide the "when" of our situation. The next second wouldn't be too soon in my estimation, but i silently forbid myself the luxury of acknowledging my slutty needs and instead turned them to intensify on the fierce wanting to only serve You and make You happy. 

Then the question of "where?" the bathroom, the kitchen, the coat closet? no matter. And with that sly thought, my cunt flushed with hot need, reminding me of my dirty desires ... My smooth virgin neck tingling with the ache for your touch, your warm breath whispering dirty words of exactly who i am, and the nasty, naughty things You'd do to me; Your nose brushing gently against the back of my ear as You nudge my hair away, and whisper how "fucking hard" i have made you with my slutty presence ... how You are quite aware of what a total whore i truly am - underneath all this charm-school-girl etiquette that i present outwardly - and how very soon You'd fuck my mouth, my cunt, my mind ... and "oh look here ..." just look how wet the little slut has become. My, my ... I lick my lips absentmindedly. 

You smile mysteriously through the crowd at me, and then turn away, breezing back to your conversation with that woman. Foreign, lithe, pretty, feminine; her lips more plump than mine, her hair darker, longer, her tits a little fuller, her eyes colored with the same lust and desire -- though not as intense -- as my eyes. i felt the pangs of jealousy rise inside of me and clenched my jaw. i don't know her, and i don't care to -- I didn't like her energy from the get-go, and not simply because she had Your attention. i instinctively perceived her as "fake," and i just don't care for fake people. 

She only seemed interested in You because of who you are in our little social circle ... the success You'd achieved, the material things You had acquired, the material comforts your lifestyle could provide to her. 

But there you are across the great room, glancing back at me -- our eyes meet. my eyelids flutter, trying to recapture my imaginary interaction. i bite my lower lip unconsciously in remembrance of my sweet dirty fantasy, and unwittingly tuck my hair behind the ear where i felt your make-believe breath hiss my fate. 

i turn away completely, my face red with shame, my back to you, engaging in mundane conversation - a valiant effort to deny You access to my psyche, my body, as i desperately attempt to ignore You. 

i momentarily lose my balance, teetering to one side of my tall black high-heel, and then regain my equilibrium with an about-face toward my Hostess, turning my attention to trivial party things: how was your new year and how about that rain; what can i get you to drink and let me hang up your coat; did you try that new restaurant downtown and how is your dog? Questions i know the answers to are easier for me to answer.

You don't seek me out, rather You let me marinate in the wanton juices you've stirred up ... my cunt hot with the desire to be plunged into deeply by Your thick cock again and again. And ultimately left wanting more. 

I move gracefully around the room, smiling my winning smile, flitting from one mindless exchange of niceties to another; trying too hard to pretend as though i don't notice you ... feel you ... need you. You never lose sight of me, and i no longer know what it is like to not feel you near me. Something has changed, the earth has shifted - the imprint of you upon me ... i can't shake this, and it is unsettling, unfamiliar, scary and new. 

i wander outside, feeling alone in unfamiliar dark waters that you have suddenly pulled me into. i amble, unaware and aimless, down a garden path while trying to reconcile the feelings that you've riled up inside of me. 

a hedge a turn a bench a fountain ... a lusty thought that pulls my attention away my self-awareness 

a realization: i'm lost and alone in a strange place. i sigh, only partially thankful for the solitude i've stumbled upon in the wooded backyard of this party. 

the quiet pierces the night, and i am quickly keen to the reality that there are no longer sounds of a party surrounding me, just the crackle of newborn stars, and a faint flutter of tiny cricket wings attempting one last lonely note. 

i slow my gait, perk my ears, listening to the crunch of leaves under footstep. i stop, crane my neck out like a fawn assessing the change of mood. The quiet grows louder, my heartbeat thumps harder, the wind skips across the thin fabric of my dress and my nipples shiver straight to attention. i hold my breath.

Your "hello" thunders through the night air and my breath is sucked from my quivering chest. 

i spin to meet you face to face, but it is such a foggy night, that all i can make of You is a shadowy, dark figure. i'm at a loss for words, (a rarity for me,) and You laugh at having caught me off guard. 

"it's rude not to reply to a greeting, you know." You chastise me. 

i stammer, "i, uh, i'm sorry ... i just ... You just ..." i peer into the night, trying to pretend as though i don't know it is You. 

"um, do I know you?" i ask meekly, attempting to sound strong and in control. 

You step out of the shadows and stand as close as You can without touching me. 

"Do you know me -- ha!" You shake Your head. 

The night settles between our two worlds.

"Cheeky, little slut." You're genuinely amused at my response. 

You press your warm lips against my cheek, and breathe in the sweet smell of my face, gripping a chunk of my golden hair tightly in Your strong hand. 

"You'd better fucking know who I am, darling whore." You hiss with warning. My knees go weak. 

Then you wrench my head back, and pull the top of my dress to the side, exposing my supple tit, just there for Your taking. i gasp in shock and make no move to protest, only whimper & silently beg for more. 

You graze your lips gently over the length of my smooth neck. i'm clearly aroused by Your forcefulness, Your perfect knowledge and command over my body ... just a grunt, a sigh, a tug and i involuntarily react. 

You slip Your free hand quickly under my dress, and press your palm against my hot slit, searing through my stockings. 

You shove two thick fingers into my fiery cunt, piercing through the thin fabric of my fishnets -- not caring that You've ruined them. 

Your tongue dances around my ear lobe, teasing me. Hissing at me, riling me up. i melt in your arms, with deep, dizzying submission ... i'm Yours ... i always have been, but on this night, the moon is finally our witness. 

You push me back against an ancient tree, sticky with fresh sap. I moan, unable to contain my desire. Then You release me, studying me, almost smirking at my lust and wanton need, playing with my eagerness for stimulation ... i plead with my eyes, but say nothing. i can't admit it even to myself, let alone, to You, this need, this desire that lives inside of me. 

"What do you want, little one?" You reserve the more accurate name of "slut" for later because You sense that i'll be more trustworthy and relaxed. How You know this, though, i am at a loss. Plus I can feel you've already dismissed me as being able to even remotely spry with you. I'm just butter in your warm strong hands at this point. 

"i" scrambling to think of a witty smart reply. "i...." i decide not to answer, to deny the insatiable and forbidden desire inside my soul. i just stammer and sigh. 

You release me and move to walk away, bored with my lackadaisical response. 

"Wait!" i shriek, fearful that i've pushed You away for good. "Please, Sir!" i beg.

You turn with a sly smile on your chiseled face. "Well? I'm waiting, slut." 

I lick my dry lips, wind whipping against us both, "i ... i ..." and i'm not quite sure how to formulate the words to convey to you all that i want. 

"Nevermind." You grow impatient and dismiss me, sauntering off, back to the party. 

"Sir, please!" I plead with you through the January night, my gravely voice getting lost on the wind. 

i hear your footsteps slow, but i know that i have little time with which to persuade you. 

"i know what i want." I bravely declare, not even sure what i'm going to say, only that i do not want you to leave me. 

"Yesssss, what then, Aurora?" Your impatience is conveyed in the texture of Your voice. You knew what i wanted too, but you weren't going to let me off that easy -- you wanted to humiliate me by making me acknowledge it, force me to own my desires and speak them aloud. 

i shiver in the chill of the night, my plump breast still hanging out in the open as a testament to the slut that resides inside of me. my mouth wet with saliva, cunt wet with fire, tiny strands of hair sticking to my sweaty face and a look of what i know must be pure submission. 

"Sir." i whispered. Why was this so hard? my entire body hot with shame and desire. "Take me, fuck me, punish me, own me." i blushed at my admission.

You chuckle softly at my raw lust for You and all that You have to offer me, considering all of the ways you could turn the slut inside of me out. 

"You're just a cock-hungry whore that needs her ass spanked & her cunt filled." The honesty of your words cut into me, enflaming my entire body, my pussy smoldering. 

My breath quickens...my heart races ... can i be...can i truly be this much of a slut? 

The night air is cool against the bits of steamy breath that escape the slight opening of my mouth. i close my eyes in shame. 

A tear creeps down my cheek ... why did i feel so ashamed at confessing my dirty desires aloud to You?

The wind scattering the audible evidence amongst the branches and leaves of the trees, the silence falling still between You and me. 

Suddenly i feel You closer. The back of Your hand caressing my tear...loving my pain...approving of my desires. 

You tilt my head up ... Your gaze melts me, although my eyes are closed and i'm disbelieving of Your "realness." This can't really be happening ... It is. 

"Open your eyes...you will behold your true nature...I will unleash it for you." You quietly assure me of a future i've only fantasized about for so long. 

Your tongue traces over my lips...i inhale Your sweet breath... it invigorates me and stirs the longing hidden deep within my soul. 

"Yes Sir...please." i manage, barely audible as I melt against your fiery presence. "i beg you." 

This is all i've ever yearned for in my life. 

"Oh, slut." You hiss in my ear-hole, as you grip my hair tightly from the nape of my neck, thrusting me back, "I'm going to make you mine, and you'll exist only to please Me." Your tongue finds its way inside the cavernous tunnel of my ear, exploring, melting me in Your hold, tasting my dark thoughts. 

"And we'll let the naughty little slut inside of you bloom into who you were always meant to be in this life." You promise, and lead me -- Your hands still firmly clutched around my silken hair. You shove my head down, forcing me to kneel on the tiny pebbles that littered the ground. 

"On your knees, slut." Your tone darkens as the moon disappears behind a cloud cover.

My balance wavers as i obey Your command. You release Your hand from my hair, and my head falls innocently against Your bulging cock, throbbing with heated need beneath the fabric of Your slacks. 

i moan, accidentally. i catch myself, ball my fists up and force them to my side, as i raise my eyes to meet Yours. 

The longest, most truthful moment of my entire life is shared between our gaze. i cannot close my mouth, nor open it to speak the words that would convey to You just how much i need You. Need to submit to You. 

"May, i, Sir?" I finally whisper, afraid of the words. 

"What do you want, slut?" You hover above me, barking the words ferociously at me. 

You know exactly what i want -- You've known forever, but You are going to make me say it, regardless. i raise my voice a decibel higher as my knees tremble, gnarled against the river rocks. 

"Sir? May i please suck Your beautiful cock." i bite my bottom lip in shame at the little whore You reduced me to, in the backyard of someone's party. 

You draw in a deep breath, not moving Your gaze from me, and reach down to unleash Your beautiful, solid, perfect cock from within the confines of Your trousers. Seeing your beautiful manhood in all its glory makes me dizzy, heady with lust. 

Instead of waiting for Your verbal approval, my mouth instinctively feeds hungrily, lavishly on your smooth, throbbing, warm cock. i devour You, slurping and moaning my way up and down Your delicious street, as if it were the only sustenance my wanton little whoreish mouth had ever known. 

You bend over me, while I'm in the middle of a trance, my mouth getting fucked by You. You slap your hand down on my ass, pushing my head deeper down on the length of Your cock. 

"You slut, you. I never gave you permission to suck my cock." Instinctively, i arch my back and raise my ass up as if to beg for more punishment. You indulge me. 

Smack, Your hand comes down harder over my cunt this time, and You keep Your hand against me. 

"I can feel your hot little cunt under your dress." You hiss to me. I get dizzy with arousal. I moan, my pink-wet mouth vibrating Your cock down the cavern of my throat. "I know exactly what she wants ..." You muse. 

You grab my hair and yank my mouth from You, strings of saliva and precum trailing off my lips and chin. I'm bewildered and stunned. You smile down at me, shaking Your head, denying me. Then smiling and taking away my toy, tucking Him back into his gray cotton-home & zipping up your trousers. 

My eyes get wet with tears whose origins i do not understand. Did i do something wrong? Did i displease you in some way? 

You pause for a moment, eyes appraising, breaths slowing. i practice my patience and wait for Your command. 

"Face the tree, remove your dress, and place your hands over your head." Your tone demands a response, and i scramble to my feet and turn to face the tree. While I'm complying with Your wishes, you pull out black leather gloves from a hidden coat-pocket and put them on each hand. i sense the tone of the situation taking a dark turn. 

"Yes, Sir." My reply is a husky whisper. 

My entire body trembles with anticipation, and my self-awareness is unrelenting still. However, there is little time to process thoughts for too long. 

You grasp my hair, the scent of new leather wafting into my olfactory. You tilt my head back, whispering in my ear. "You are mine now, slut, and I will do with you as I please. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir, i understand and am grateful." my voice had now regained some confidence, as i tried to get a foothold in our endeavor. My body flush and my cunt gushing; a dull ache throbbing betwixt my thighs. 

i raise my hands and clasp them behind me, in trusting obedience to Your instructions. You smile with deep approval and gratitude -- i've momentarily pleased you.

Your fingertips sear against me as they trail down the long country of my neck and back. You pause at the curve of my buttocks, pressing your thumbs into the muscles just above my ass. And then ... The smack of your leather-clad hand on my ass shocks me out of my bliss, knocks me off my floating cloud. i gasp, and yet my desire surges. You replace your spank of your hand with the spank of your swollen, hard, perfect cock, and then at once you drag it along my ass & cunt crack and then with a mighty thrust, ram it up my tight asshole. I squeal out in shock and delight & alsmot fight against you. Your head pressed to mine, you deeply breathe & every swirling fiber of my being -- twisting up my heart up and shoving it into my throat. I only want for you to possess me, own me. I'd do anything for you. This was the first stop on the SubSpace Express ..... Next stop delirious Domination.



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What I Want



She is sitting at the bar when he arrives – She is sitting at a barstool, her legs crossed and her dress falls open at the knee. She will have had a martini already. He walks in, smiles at her, and sits down. He says nothing about how she is dressed, though it is one of his fantasies; he just looks at her greedily and orders a cocktail. He takes his hand, puts it on her thigh and stokes her leg. He moves his hand up and feels the top of her stocking. A flush comes to his face and he briefly closes his eyes; she imagines he is getting hard. He leans toward her, putting his hand under her chin, pulls her toward him and kisses her. Their tongues meet. She feels a chill go up her spin making her nipples erect and feels stirrings between her legs. She can barely breath. He whispers to her that he is hard and it arouses her more.

She wants him to grab her, his hands on her ass; his dick thrust against her body and start kissing her. She wants him to whisper in her ear that he absolutely must fuck her, as many times as he can, before he goes home. She wants him to decide not to resist his lust and feel himself inside of her, to bury his head between her legs. She wants him to feel her ass against him as he thrusts in to her from behind; this is what she wants. 

He picks-up her purse and searchs for the room key. He will have her, it will be tonight, and he will fuck her like no one else ever has. She blushes and closes her eyes. He takes her chin again, kisses her and says he will not wait any longer. Her body aches to feel him inside of her.

He finds the key and grips her arm to leave the bar. She protests because she feels guilty and she wants him to know that he can just walk out now. However, he whispers in her ear that, either she gets up or he will slid his hand up her dress, and grab her right there in front of everyone. He looks at her with lust in his eyes and says, “NOW. Let’s go.” She gets up and they walk to the elevator. The elevator arrives, they get in, and they are alone. He pushes her up against the wall, his body against hers, and her thrusts his leg between hers, pressing his knee into her. She is pinned to the wall while he holds her hands over her head; their fingers entwined he kisses her. The elevator door opens, he pulls her out and down to her room. As he fumbles with the key, again she starts to list the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this – he tells her to shut-up or he’ll take her over his knee. They enter the room and the door shuts behind them.

He slides his hands behind her and pulls her toward him. His hands seem to be everywhere. He grabs her bottom - she moans. He pulls her dress up and tugs her slip off - he is excited to find she has no panties on and immediately puts his hand between her thighs. With his palm against her, he inserts his finger. She is already wet with anticipation and this little subtlety does not escape him. His other hand is at the back of her neck as he plunges his tongue into her mouth with the same rhythm as his finger. An “oh God” slips from between her lips and she cannot help but part her legs for him. She wants him to drag her over to the bed and fuck her, but they continue to stand.

He takes his hand, unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He takes her hand and leads it to the opening – he needs no encouragement from her, but tells her he wants to her feel what thinking about her does to him. She grabs on to him and loves the way it feels in her hand. It is soft, like babies skin and hard the way she has always imagined it to be. She feels the weight of his balls in her hand, their roundness under the skin and how they slide in their protective sack. She hungers to have his cock between her legs. He unbuttons his trousers, they drop the floor and he steps out of them. She bends to help him take off his shoes, his penis at eye level – she kneels and greedily pulls it in to her mouth. It does not take long for him to cum. She sucks him off, because she knows this is what she would want if she were a man.

He helps her up and takes off the rest of his clothes – he is naked now and she is still dressed. All she can think of is fucking this man and wants to take her clothes off too, but he won’t let her. He unbuttons her dress to the waist, exposes her breasts and sucks on them until she can’t stand it any longer; she begs him stop and help her have an orgasm. He mocks her and reminds her that she did not want to do this, which immediately makes her angry and she turns to walk away. He grabs her wrist and pulls her back towards him wrapping her in his arms; laughing, he kisses her. She is not amused and he doesn’t care as he pushes her over the back of a chair in the room. She struggles to get back up, put he pushes her down and tells her he’s going to fuck her; whether she wants it or not.

She does. She wants it exactly the way it’s going to happen. 

He rubs his hands up and down her back and sides, the dress slides easily against the corset as he pulls it up. Even though this is what she wants, she feels embarrassed as he stokes her now exposed ass and slides his hand between her legs. He says he’s been thinking about this for quite some time and loves the stockings and Joan Crawford “come fuck her pumps” – “hmmm, you should wear dresses more often” he purrs. He steps forward and forces her legs apart with his own – she feel his dick against her ass as his hand slides between her legs and she can’t wait. Her hips and pussy take on a rhythm of their own, as he tunes into her body movements and literally plays with her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and back again several times. He tells her to “ask for it” or he won’t finish. His hand is still between her legs stroking her rhythmically one minute and stopping the next. She gives in and swears under her breath, bastard, and then says, “please, please, finish it!” It only takes a moment for him to push her over the edge, into some other place as the waves of orgasm ripple through her body.

When she is finished, she tries to get up and he says, “we’re not done yet” and holds her there. He is hard again, enters her and it feels better than what she has ever imagined. He grabs her hips and pulls her even closer. He thrusts so deep that she can hardly stand it. He backs off and starts stroking his cock against that spot, rousing her all over again. She can hear the sounds of their love making and it excites her even more. He enters her and his penis slides in and out, filling her. It somehow makes her feel complete; it’s not like anything she has felt before. She does not know what to do with this feeling as she moves toward another orgasm. 

It is so deep a sensation, both physical and emotional, that she is overwhelmed. She feels like she is about to cry as he continues to thrust into her. She lets go of the doubt, the questions and allows this intense sensuous feeling to penetrate every fiber of her being.

She has the most intense orgasm that she has ever experienced. It is so fierce, that she no longer has a concern for her partner, but he can feel it and it enhances his own as he groans and spills himself into her. All she can think of is that she must have more – she has to savor it again. She feels greedy; she wants his hands and mouth all over her again and his dick between her legs like never before. He pulls her up, puts his arms around her and kisses her. He is hard again. He puts his hand between her legs and says he needs more. He pulls her over to the bed, pushes her down on the edge and tells her to lie back.

As he kneels at her feet, slides offer her shoes, running his hands up and down her legs over her stockings. The feeling is indescribable. He tells her to lie back and put her legs over his shoulders, as he kisses the inside of her thighs. He takes his hand, spreads her lips apart, and stars to lick her; she moans. It feels as if she hasn’t had sex in months – she is so aroused. He inserts his fingers and says what a waste! He wishes he could go down on her and screw her at the same time. She asks him to lie on top of her and they change position. He is on top with his head between her legs and she starts licking his dick – she can tell it’s hard for him to concentrate as his rhythm is sporadic, but it feels divine anyway. She starts sucking on him and pressing her lips against his hard-on, pulling him in and out of her mouth – her tongue running up and down the shaft. She takes her tongue, runs it down the middle of his balls, and slides one in to her mouth as he moans. 

He starts paying attention to her again, sucks on the bud between her legs and she wants to scream from the intensity of it all. Her hips thrust up, the heat rising from her loins, and is amazed that he gives her another orgasm – yet she wants more. She has him lie on his back and mounts him; sitting up straight, his dick slides in without help and it takes both of their breaths away. It feels so good that she closes her eyes and slowly starts moving her hips and pumping against him. He reaches up and cups her exposed breasts. He holds her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and keeps them hard. She no longer knows where to focus her attention it all feels so good. 

He starts moving his hips to her rhythm and she feels overwhelmed again. She never imagined sex could actually feel quite like this and she just does not know what to do. He senses he is losing her and tells her to just let go – she is safe to feel it all and he is content being exactly where he is. She doesn’t know what to say and just shuts her eyes and shakes her head. He tells her to stop it and rolls over so that she is underneath him. He asks her to wrap her legs around his waist. She does so willingly and they move with perfect timing as they kiss and undulate slowly and deliberately, giving themselves up to each other and this moment only. 



What I Want Ch. 02



Chapter 1

My experiences with women other than my wife has left me with sharply defined needs, or, if you prefer, wants. I have become very much aware of exactly what it is that turns me on. I know exactly what I’m looking for in a sex act to get the maximal amount of pleasure.

I’m not a selfish person. But I strongly desire to spend just 2 or 3 hours each week living out these precise desires. When I have sex with my wife, I very much want to please her. When I have sex that I am paying for, it’s all about my penis (which I readily admit is really all about my mind).

It was unfortunately the case that my three year relationship with my idea of a perfect girl had come to an end. Her pending marriage turned on the “guilt” button inside her head. While I was sorry about this, I honestly, truly never wanted to be messing around with a girl’s head. I didn’t want her to do something she didn’t like doing, and I didn’t want her to do something she didn’t feel it was okay to do. I’m not into causing pain; physical or psychological.

I took a 3 month hiatus from extra-marital sex, but found my desires for it hadn’t lessened.

I knew what I wanted. But I also knew it would be difficult to find. I’m a good looking man, but I’m no movie star, and the girl I wanted would be closer to half my age.

I would have preferred it if she weren’t a whore by profession, but its not like I had access to a stash of 20 year old hotties from some other means. And so I began calling escorts and escort agencies on a weekly basis, hoping to once again meet Miss Right-For-Me.

I had mixed success. I wanted a girl who was a 9 or 10 out of 10. Most I saw were 5’s, 6’s, and 7’s. Now of course my 10 isn’t necessarily your 10. But, like I keep saying, I knew what I wanted. 

I wanted a girl between the ages of 18 and 22. Well the girls I saw all claimed to be in this age range, but most were lying. I wanted a girl who’d be willing to do things with me that went beyond the services of an escort. These included kissing, oral sex without a condom finished by swallowing, ejaculating wherever I wanted, and eventually intercourse without a condom too, once the necessary precautions were not needed by evidence of a medical certificate. I needed too to know something of her lifestyle – so that I’d feel comfortable in a continuing paid for relationship.

Things like anal sex and ass-licking (mine) would be considered a valuable bonus.

Well I knew in advance it would be hard to find such a girl – and particularly hard to find one out of the escort business. However, I was somewhat surprised that while 6 months later I had not found the right girl, I had at least experienced a number of fine encounters and a number of girls who came pretty close.

There was Leslie. Leslie was 19. She was very interested in the relationship as I described it as the money was double what she was getting from her escort agency. She had long, straight blonde hair and had a body designed perfectly for a pair of very tight jeans. Her flat stomach was accentuated with a ring in her belly button. This was a relatively new phenomenon then, but it added to her perceived sluttiness, which for me was a plus.

Leslie was willing to do what I wanted. She dressed the way I wanted her to, she knew how to please a man, and always seemed happy. But she just wasn’t perfect.

You see, Leslie didn’t like the taste of cum. She was perfectly willing to suck the cum out of me, but when I came in her mouth, you could tell she was really grossed out by it. Her face would scrunch up and she’d excuse herself to go to the bathroom where she could rinse and gargle.

And I just couldn’t take it. I can still see clearly in my mind a picture of her wearing her tight jeans, but topless, on her knees before me with several inches of my cock in her mouth. But I felt awful for her sake when I’d cum. And this ruined the experience.

Instead of the afterplay that should accompany a good blow job with the licking and kissing and gentle sucking of the tip, shaft and balls, along with the requisite sight of a little cum rolling down the chin, I saw a girl who was clearly disgusted by what she had in her mouth, who had to race off before she gagged.

She told me to not worry about it. She was willing to do it. But the fact is, I was turned off at the idea of putting someone through that. After a couple of months I broke it off.

Chapter 2

Then there was Amy. She worked for a small agency and was from a rural town and now in the big city. I would have guessed she was estranged from her family for whatever reasons, and must have needed money badly.

She was an 8 out of 10. Just eighteen years old, she had short black hair, a great butt, and she was very tall with perfect, thin young legs. She didn’t seem too bright, and she had that whore look to her that was recognizable regardless of what she wore. She, too, was quite willing to engage in a relationship on my terms. So eager in fact, that I knew I would want her to be tested regularly for STDs.

We began by my listing the things I liked to do. She just said, “no problem” to them all. At one point out of the blue she added, “For what you are paying me, if you want to you could even tie me up.” I went on, not showing my interest in this.

I had engaged in mild bondage acts with other girls before, but usually only after getting to know them for several months. Here was a girl who at eighteen had already experienced more about sex than many had by thirty.

My mind was racing. Tying up a girl who knows you and trusts you was one thing. But tying up a girl who has never even met you until a few minutes ago was, I admit, a turn on.

I made my mind up quickly and told her what I wanted this day – I wanted to strip her down to her panties, get her on her knees, tie her hands to her feet, and have her suck the cum out of me, while I talked dirty to her. She just said she didn’t have a problem with that, and we went to it.

I found some old neck ties while she stripped. When she was on her knees I used one tie to tie her left wrist to her right ankle, and the other to tie her right wrist to her left ankle. I didn’t tie it so tight as to cut off circulation (as I’m seriously not into causing physical pain). But there was no way she was going to untie my knots without my help.

Rather than get undressed immediately, I instead began talking “dirty” to her, telling her that I can’t believe what a slut she was. She responded, surprisingly, that sometimes she can’t believe it either.

For the next 90 minutes I put her mouth to work, placing my cock, my balls and my ass in it. I saw her cheek bulge as my cock pushed against it. I saw each ball disappear in her mouth. And I felt her tongue penetrate into my ass, as she sealed her lips around it. The first time I emptied my seed, not in her mouth, but around it. I rubbed my cock in the sperm and around her face poking it between her lips so that she’d get a good taste of it. The second time was a repeat.

I saw her four times. As it turns out I never ended up having intercourse with her. Instead, I just repeated the same game plan – on her knees, bondage, name-calling, cocksucking, ass-licking, and a good splattering of sperm on her face.

Then she disappeared. Her personal cell phone number stopped working. Her escort agency went out of business. I kept trying for a month, without success. I never saw her again or found out what happened.

But I want to leave you with only this thought: even though she wasn’t absolutely a perfect fit for me, I remember my orgasms being remarkably powerful. I felt a strong surge of power and control as I covered her face and tongue. I had always known that for me the notion of power and control were intimately connected to my sexual desires. My time with her was proof positive of this.

Chapter 3

I again found myself without a girl to satisfy my whims. In desperation I visited a strip joint. I happened to luck into a club which had several very sexy girls. I went back about several dozen times, and a tried other clubs as well.

I paid for lap dances from several girls.

Now I’ll be honest. I don’t get the whole strip club enterprise. You get aroused, you get your lap dance from a sexy girl. She grinds her body against the front of your pants. If you are lucky she will grab you where it counts and tug a bit, while making sure the manager of the club is nowhere to be seen. But I can’t imagine finishing.

Now some of the girls told me that guys do cum in their pants. I find it hard to believe, but can’t dismiss it outright. But I find the very idea disgusting. Who wants to walk around with cum in their underwear? 

So basically, at a strip club you get all hot and bothered, but are left high and dry. And basically, you spend about the same amount as you would on an escort, if you stay an hour.

I just don’t get it.

I just don’t get it, unless you are like me, and are there for a different purpose.

There were 4 or 5 girls who I thought suited me. Young, slim, gorgeous, and sexy they were, and all, by their profession had the slutty clothing that goes with the business.

What I found out was kind of interesting. The girls in strip joints aren’t all whores. Many of them draw this weird line between what they do, which often included grabbing a man’s cock through his pants and masturbating him while naked, and actually having sex for money.

For some it was a safety issue. Being in a club it’s harder for things to go wrong. There are bouncers nearby. For others it was a moral issue. “I’m an exotic dancer, not a whore,” was a common response.

A couple of girls caught my eye. One was from Romania. She was quite attractive, looked young, and very slim. She was eager to please when I received lap dances from her, so she found ways to hide the fact that her hand was grabbing me through my pants. When she did that body slide thing strippers, do she’d follow through with her head, so that her chin and mouth also made contact.

After several occasions, I propositioned her about seeing her outside of the club, and she said she’d have think about it. She was really happy to lap dance for me, but it was a big step for her to be alone with a guy and do his bidding for money.

During these sessions, I began to notice another girl. She was damn hot – tall, incredibly slim (downright skinny), with big but not too big breasts, and very noticeable long blonde hair that went half way down her back.

The day I first noticed her she was wearing a school girl uniform – the kind of uniform even the sluttiest school girl couldn’t get away with. The skirt was really short. The browse was partly unbuttoned and tied above the belly button, revealing a black bra and cleavage. She went by the name Paige.

I wanted a lap dance from her. The problems were twofold: First, was every time I’d go to this club, the Romanian girl would be on me in an instant. Second, this blonde girl just didn’t hustle for her money. Men went after her. The other girls, including my Romanian, attempted to hustle every guy, inviting them for private lap dances. But not this blonde! She’d take a table at the back and just sit there waiting for the guy to come to her. The traffic for her was steady. But I wasn’t biting. I was fairly uncomfortable being in a strip joint. I didn’t like people seeing me. So the idea of getting up and walking over to her as people watched just wasn’t going to happen.

Finally, one day the opportunity presented itself. Walking back from a visit to the washroom she walked by the table I was sitting at, and I asked her to join me. She was wearing a shocking pink tight micro-mini dress and high heels.

“Paige” took me into the special lounge for private lap dances and I found out more about her. She was a local girl, just 21 young years old. She knew she was sexy, and yes, all the guys who come in hit on her and try to ask her out, and no, she has never agreed to go out with a guy she met at the club. Clearly finding guys to date wasn’t going to be a problem for her.

After a few lap dances, I asked her if she was always such a good girl when she danced. She asked me what I had in mind. I told her I believed in accidents and I was wondering when her hand would accidentally pass by the front of my pants. Seconds later the accident happened.

I was in total lust with this skinny sexy girl. Feeling too horny I went for the big question and asked her “so how much money would it take to get her to spend a couple of hours with me outside this place.” She smiled and said, “a lot; too much.”

I didn’t want to leave it at that and asked her how much.  She named a price which she thought would scare me off. But she was surprised when I agreed to the amount.  She said that she thought I wouldn’t be willing; that she chose a high price to scare me off as she really didn’t need too much money, with her present employment paying quite well.

Now her price was quite high. It was higher than I had paid for anyone else. But not so high, that it wouldn’t be worth it just once.

I told her that her price was very steep, but that I’d pay it provided she agreed to my terms. 

She naturally asked me what my terms were, but I could tell she believed me because she had made mention that my suit that I was wearing must have cost me a bundle.

All the time we were talking she was completely naked rubbing up against me or grabbing me. I just had to have her.

I listed my terms. I was kind of surprised she agreed. One of the terms was oral without a condom. I realized that because she had no experience in the sex for money trade, she didn’t know this was a big issue. She just figured if a guy is really willing to fork out that kind of dough, you do what he wants.

I left the strip joint that day barely able to walk. It really hurt.

We arranged to meet in a parking lot near where she lived at lunch time. I had no intention of taking her to lunch. One of my conditions was that she was to bring with her a “hooker outfit” like very tight jeans. It was 48 hours later now and I couldn’t get my mind of the idea of seeing her dressed like that.

I waited.

She didn’t show up.

The next day I went back to the strip club to find out what happened. I actually debated doing this. Had she played me for a chump? Why give her a chance to explain herself? Why not begin to look for someone else?

She wasn’t there. But my Romanian girl was. And she had news for me. She’d was willing to bed me.

We arranged a meeting for the next day. My head was spinning. This girl was really hot, but I knew deep down that it was on Paige that I was fixated. 

I walked out of the club feeling that I had gone trophy fishing and had caught a nice fish, but not the fish I wanted. The Romanian girl was very sexy. But she didn’t have a natural sluttiness to her. I could figure out her story. She must have been very poor and was doing what she could to get money.

So I walked out of the club with mixed emotions. And I walked right into Paige. As soon as she saw me she said “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot!”

All I could muster was a “really?”

She reiterated how sorry she was. Then she went into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She put her real name on it – Mara – and her cell phone number. She said she wouldn’t be giving me this if she were lying. She had to go in for work, but we arranged once again to get to meet j- this time the day after the Romanian girl!

So now here I was – with two dates on successive days with hot strippers who work for the same strip joint!

Two days later, I was again waiting – this time in another parking lot. As I figured, the Romanian girl showed up. It turns out my hunch was right about her. She was pretty desperate for money as she sent money back home for her family.

I got something of her life story while she removed her top in the nearby cheap hotel room I had paid for.

I had seen her nude before. But somehow being alone with her was without a doubt more erotic. But the fact was that my sexual urges were dampened by the fact that I knew her life situation wasn’t so good.

You could tell she was a little ashamed. In her view (a view I don’t share) she was about to fall as low as it gets for a girl. Being a stripper still allowed her to say with pride that she wasn’t a whore. You could see this meant something to her.

We kissed, but I could tell she was nervous. I thought she might ease up a little if we started with oral sex first. With her pants still on she got on her knees and gave me a blow job. She wasn’t into it, and neither was I to the extent that I should.


I’ve said before I don’t want to cause anyone pain. Some girls deep down just don’t mind being a whore. This one did.

It took a while, but I did ejaculate in her mouth. I took a minute to recover, and then I told her I actually was in a rush that day and would have to go. She seemed relieved that it was over. I felt badly for her. She asked me if it was good and I told her it was. She asked me when we would meet again. I responded, “next week”, and left it at that.

In my mind, the Romanian girl was not right for me. It was an okay experience, but I wanted perfection. My mind returned to Mara. I really wanted her.

So once again, I found myself waiting in the original parking lot. There was no sign of that tall, skinny, blonde slut. I waited a further fifteen minutes past our arranged meeting time and then got out my cell phone. After a few rings, to my surprise, she answered.

It turns out she had forgot again. She was sorry, again. She said she was being honest, and if I still wanted to, she could meet me in about a half hour.

At this point, I just wanted to put an end to the chase. So I agreed to wait. I didn’t tell her, but I decided that if I didn’t get her today, I was going to give up on her completely. I wouldn’t even have her dance for me again. I’d blow of this day, but no more than this day.

A half hour went by and there was (surprise!) no Mara. I waited a few more minutes and called again. She answered and said she was about 10 minutes away. She was, apparently, in a taxi, and the taxi had come late. I was incredulous but I waited.

A taxi then pulled into the parking lot.

After a few moments, out of this taxi walked the sexiest, sluttiest young girl I’ve ever seen. She was wearing a cut-off shirt that displayed most of her perfect stomach. The cheap gem attached to her belly button sparkled. She had on the tightest stretch jeans I’ve ever seen – very low-rise, and fringed at the top as if they’d been cut to be even more low-rise. She had on a pair of sort-of running shoes – the ones with the 3 inch thick heels.

You could tell the taxi driver thought she was a prostitute. I have never been so turned on in my life. She walked to my car and got in.

She asked me if I had the money, and I showed her I did. She said she was very nervous. She said she had never done anything like this, but I seemed like a decent guy. She made some crack that her mom told her there is a first time for everything.

I told her how hot she looked. I told her that I was expecting her to bring the sexy outfit with her, and that she didn’t have to wear it in public. She just said she didn’t mind.

I realized that I had found what I wanted. Mara was a girl who wasn’t a whore, but would be a whore for me. Better she was slutty, and that sluttiness was natural to her. Wearing ridiculously tight jeans and showing your stomach were things she felt comfortable with in public.

We got to the hotel (the same one I had been to the day before) and I paid for the room. In the corridor, I grabbed at her butt as we walked looking for our door. I had gotten a suite this time, because I wasn’t crazy about the previous room.




What I Want Ch. 02



Once in the room, I led her to a couch. My cock felt like it wanted to burst. I wanted to calm down a bit, but couldn’t. This girl was exactly what I wanted and I knew it.

I kissed her and she kissed back. She kissed like she’d kiss a boyfriend. It was really good. She was definitely telling the truth – she hadn’t done it for money before. Seasoned whores seem immune to the sex acts. Mara instead was treating me like I was the guy in her life. We kissed. My hands began to roam her body. Without prompting she put her hand on the front of my pants and squeezed. Yes. This girl was exactly what I wanted.

(To be continued.)



What I Want Ch. 03



Note: This is a continuation of What I Want and What I Want (Part 2). You really do need to read these first to have an understanding as to what is going on here. I lead an unusual life and am grateful for this. I'll leave you to your own judgments as to its worth.

Prologue

You must believe me when I say I know how lucky I am. In some sense I am twice lucky. Not only do I know precisely what I want, which in itself makes me luckier than most, but I also have the means to achieve it.

Some of you will argue that I'm shallow. Others will argue that I'm immoral. I naturally disagree. I enjoy intellectual relationships, I enjoy loving relationships; but I recognize that I'm turned on by young, attractive women. I'm turned on by seeing a young, attractive woman dress sexually provocatively. And frankly, I'm not going to pretend this doesn't turn me on.

When you see an attractive, young woman dressed provocatively, men notice. Men notice short skirts (on those who should wear them), tight pants, and exposed stomachs, and so they should. The purpose of wearing them in public is to provoke interest. The wearer wants the world to see her legs, or the shape of her butt, or her belly-button ring, or her flower tattoo.

But what I don't understand is the idea that it's okay to be turned on by this, but I shouldn't act on it.

More to the point, not everyone is alike. Different people want different things. I want sex. And I want it in a certain way. I consider myself happily married. But I wanted a different kind of sex than what my marriage provided. I wanted a different kind of sex than any marriage could provide. I enjoy sex with my wife, but I also enjoy it in ways I don't want my wife to provide.

So here I am, turned on by sexy young women dressed for me to notice them, and as it turns out I have the financial capability of paying for a sexy, provocatively dressed young woman to be with me alone and to willingly do what I want.

What is shallow about getting exactly what I want? What is immoral when the young woman willingly enters into this relationship? Am I treating her as a sex object? Well, in some sense yes. But she wants to be treated like a sex object for the right price. My sex life with my wife hasn't suffered. In fact, it's probably better! I'm not into coercion. I'm not into causing pain. It's no different than getting a therapeutic massage. For a couple of hours each week I want the physical companionship of a sexy young woman who is willing to be a whore for me. And I'm willing to pay the price of seeing it happen and get from her exactly what I want.

Continuing ….

Now here I was, a middle aged man, in a hotel suite with exactly what I wanted. Mara was a 21 year old tall, very slim beauty with long straight blonde hair. I now noticed her eyes were blue. Having seen her previously only at the strip club which employed her, this was the first time I could tell the colour of her eyes. She was wearing a slutty "please-fuck-me" outfit (I had given her "instructions" as to what I liked and disliked), consisting of a tight cut-off t-shirt and very tight low-rise jeans.

We were on the couch kissing, our tongues exchanging saliva, and our hands groping each other.

It was intense (at least for me).

I realized that it wouldn't take much to make me cum, and I really truly wished to take my time before I did. I knew I had best cool off a bit.

I asked her to stand up so that I could stare at her. She complied with a smile and began a slow 360 degree turn so I could see every aspect of her. There was a mirror opposite us, and she paused to check herself out.

You could tell by her expression that she was satisfied with how she looked. She was comfortable with the sexy slut look. She liked herself in this role.

I took the opportunity to put my hand on her ass and feel her up. I then moved my hand between her legs so that I could grope her pubic area. This reflection in the mirror was something else – this sexy – no - ultra-sexy girl with a hand grabbing at her between her legs through her jeans.

She groaned softly. This was surprising. I've seen now many girls in this situation, some of whom could put on a great show, but this was the first girl who actually seemed to respond to being groped.

I got up and removed her t-shirt, and then her bra. I positioned myself directly behind her, pushing the front of my pants against her butt. I began to grope her and gently hump her behind. I pressed my cock against the groove of her ass through her jeans.

With one hand I fumbled with the button on her jeans and then slowly lowered the zipper. While my right hand was tugging at each breast in turns, I plunged my left hand into her pants and then her panties. She moaned gently when my finger found her clitoris. She was wet. Very wet.

Mara was a dream girl! Not only was she knock-out sexy; not only was she a whore in the sense of being willing to have sex for money; she was a whore in a deeper sense – she was actually turned on by being a whore!

I began working a finger into her and she leaned into me and turned her head so that we could kiss again. I continued to hump against her ass. For such a slim girl, she had perfect breasts that only money could create. My other hand became familiar with them.

There are times when a woman can look just as sexy with something on as when she is nude. Mara's skin tight jeans were driving my lust over the edge. I could feel my cock begin to leak a little pre-cum.

At times like this I get a little befuddled. On the one hand I want to plant myself in her and pour my seed deep into her womb. On the other hand, the idea of asking – no, telling – her to drop to her knees -while she is still wearing those jeans – and take me in her mouth was equally compelling. My indecision meant I continued to dry hump her ass.

This would be the first time I'd have her. I knew I'd be good for another round in a while; perhaps even two rounds. So I reasoned that basically I was going to give it to her each of the ways I wanted, the only question was which way first?

You've got to know, that when you are in such a state of arousal, it's mighty hard to think. But I was able to think it through. When one has sex more than once and over a short period of time, the first orgasm produces the greatest quantity of sperm and semen. Now I very much desired to plant my sperm into her. But the idea of cumming in her mouth would be made extra sweet if the amount of cum was the largest possible. I wanted her to swallow my seed and I didn't want it to be just a few drops. I wanted the blow job first.

I removed my hand from her panties and spun her around to face me. Without telling her, she placed her hand on my bulge. My cock liked the constant attention and was now demanding more.

I told her to go down on her knees before me and she complied. Her right hand never left the front of my pants. I told her to undo my belt; then to open up my pants. When my fly was open she reached in to give my cock a squeeze through my underwear, and then she tugged my pants down.

My cock was now straining for its freedom from my constricting underwear. Again, without me asking, and with my pants at my feet, she leaned forward to rub her face against the outline of my erection. And then she kissed it from the top and down the shaft. She moved her hand so that her fingers moved inside my underwear from the bottom and she gently touched my balls. She then tilted her head sideways and opened her mouth and moved it up and down against the bulging outline.

My underwear were beginning to get wet – first from the activities of her mouth, and second from my leaking. She gently tugged them down a few inches, revealing my steel-hard cock, which now stood out form me like a rocket. The tip of it was all wet and sticky with pre-cum. 

She said "hmmm," and licked the tip with one slow lick. This had two effects. First, it cleaned of the stickiness. Second, it caused a little more pre-cum to ooze out. She licked at this too.

Mara then open kissed my cock. It wasn't in her mouth yet, but the tip was penetrating her lips. She kept her lips on the tip and I could feel her tongue flitting against the slit of my cock. I was aware that every ten seconds or so, some more pre-cum would ooze out. And I could feel her tongue licking it up.

My knees felt like they would buckle, so I told her I needed to sit down. I went back to the couch, leaving my pants behind, and now removing my underwear. Within moments Mara was again on her knees before me – but now with my cock fully in her mouth, my balls being squeezed in her hands, and her head bobbing up and down.

She wasn't trying to rush things. She was able to get almost all of my average sized cock down her throat before pulling back - and she'd pull back slowly. She knew to move her tongue around, even when several inches of cock were in. And she knew to avoid contact with her teeth. 

Mara wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and began gentling tugging on it, while attempting to drive her tongue into the slit at the tip of my cock. With her other hand she expertly massaged my balls, one at a time.

Several times I pulled my cock out of her mouth to avoid cumming. I just had to make this last. But I didn't stay out of her mouth for very long. She wasn't trying to rush me to get it over with. She instinctively knew I wanted to prolong the blow job. 

When Mara needed a break to rest her jaw, she held my cock upright and proceeded to lick down the shaft. She then set her sights lower and licked each of my balls. I nearly came on the spot when one ball disappeared into her mouth. My balls received the attention they deserved. I could feel the sperm boiling, demanding to be released.

I planted my hands on the back of her head. Her mouth again accepted the intrusion of my cock. I wanted full control of the situation. I wanted full control of her. I pushed her head down and lifted it up, making sure at least half of my cock was in her mouth at all times. My groin was covered in her saliva. Several times I pushed her head as far down as I could and held it there for a second or two. Throughout this process she never stopped the sucking. It felt as if she was a cum-vacuum.

Even the slurping noises were turning me on. I managed to look beyond her cock-filled face and check out once again that perfect little ass in those tight jeans. And that did it for me. I knew I'd have to cum very soon. I knew I would not be able to hold off this time.

I pushed Mara's head down as far as I could, and managed to say, "Suck it good," before totally losing control and exploding in her mouth. I felt five separate distinct blasts of cum firing against her tonsils. I relaxed my grip on her head. More cum flowed into her mouth, but at a slower pace. I grunted and smiled in satisfaction, and then asked her, "Where did you learn to suck like that?" She just smiled back in response.

She grabbed my still hard cock with her hand and squeezed it. More cum appeared at the tip. Mara stuck her tongue out and put it underneath my cock, to let the cum on it slowly roll down to deposit itself. She kept her mouth open and tongue out so that I could see my semen covering it. Finally, she put her tongue back in her mouth, closed it and swallowed. 

Mara asked me if it was okay if she got up off her knees now. I told her "Of course." She asked me if I enjoyed it and then added, "I guess this makes me a whore now." Of course this turned me on. It's one thing to get a blow job from a whore. But it's another thing when you realize that you are the one to have turned a girl into a whore. This was her first experience with prostitution. The money I would give her would eventually be spent and be gone for good. But nothing could change the fact today, tomorrow, next year, or a decade from now, that she had been a prostitute. And I was the one that she crossed the line with. Sure there is a thin line between being a stripper and being a prostitute. But the line is there. And she had crossed it with me.

So I was still turned on mightily. But I needed some time to recover. I fed her my lines about prostitution. It's my experience that some girls are really deep down ashamed about being a prostitute. Others don't mind, as long as it's their own private little secret. And yet others, especially those with low self-esteem, feel that it is their station in life.

Mara wasn't lacking in self-esteem. She clearly prided herself on her physical beauty. And she knew that she was no rocket scientist, but she certainly didn't feel that she was stupid. She really seemed to like the fact that she could use her sexuality for her advantage (or at least what she saw as her advantage). And I was quick to recognize that she had pride and I wanted to use this to my advantage.

I told her that there were many kinds of prostitutes – and that they were on different levels of importance and earnings capabilities. At the lowest level there was the hooker. The hooker was almost always owned by a pimp who took her money. She had to spend each night under a lamp on some street corner. It was a risky and dirty profession.

Then there was the bar prostitute – these girls cruised the bars in the hopes of picking up anything that had a few bucks in its wallet. 

Above the bar prostitute was the call girl/escort – and among escorts there were several levels. There were the cheap escort services – here most of the girls were very young, perhaps runaways, perhaps from eastern Europe, perhaps drug addicts. And there were the also the better quality escort agencies too. And I told her about the elite agencies where the escorts were all models or model quality.

But I pointed out to Mara that they were all still prostitutes. They were having sex for money. 

And then I told her about the highest level – the mistress (not in the dominatrix sense, but rather in the older sense).

I "explained" to her that the mistress had many parts. She was part loyal girlfriend. What she gave to her man she gave to no other. While she might have been just like any other girl the rest of the time, when she was with her man she was part slut. She was there to be her man's fuck toy – and nothing more. And finally she was part call-girl/escort. She'd be being paid for sex.

I could see in Mara's eyes that this was important to her. I could see her thinking. She then asked me what I wanted her to be.

I knew what she was thinking. This was one prostitute that still wanted to be on a pedestal. She wanted to be some guy's "mistress." It's not like it was the first time she had heard these terms. It was just that no one had organized them in a hierarchy before, and she clearly wanted to be at the top.

My goal with this was to dangle a carrot in front of this young woman. Now that my fog had lifted with the load I had pumped into her mouth, I was thinking clearly again. I wanted what advantage I could get from her. I would want her to do things she might not be thrilled with doing – like, perhaps, anal sex, or even giving me a rim job. I didn't know at this point if she'd ever stuck her tongue in a guy's ass before or if she'd be willing to consider it. But if she really wanted to be a mistress, I wanted to plant in her head the idea that she'd have to do more than what a mere escort or hooker would do.

I told her that it had been a long time since I have been turned on this much, and that I really, really enjoyed the blow job. So I said, "Let's just say I'm putting you on a trial to be my mistress. A mistress is what I want, but we are new to each other and we need to see how it goes." I added again, "So let's consider this a trial. How does that sound?"

She liked this and smiled. She said, "I think you'll like what I have to offer."

And with that she stood up in front of me and tugged down her jeans.

I stared at her – taking in her long blonde hair, her pretty in a slutty way face, her very slim body that curved perfectly at her hips, her perfectly sculpted breasts, her skimpy white low-rise bikini panties, and her long, slim legs.

She turned around with her back to me and slowly rolled down her panties. She had learned this trick as a stripper. She left them rolled up like a band, about an inch below her ass. 

I put my hands on both of her ass cheeks and spread them for a better view. I could feel the "youngness" of this sexy body before me. It was here for me to exploit.

With a few fingers I probed between her ass cheeks and moved further down toward her pussy. Mara was still wet down there. She parted her legs a bit to allow me easier access, and I began, again, to finger her, taking the time to focus on her clitoris.

She softly moaned.

I wasn't hard, but I was so turned on. I pulled her onto the couch so that she was sitting between my legs with her back pressing against my stomach and cock. I had her spread her legs as wide as I could over mine so that I could really work her pussy over with my fingers. I penetrated her with two fingers, while trying to keep my thumb on her clitoris. My other hand groped at her breasts. She turned her head so that we could French kiss.

Mara's moans turned into grunts. She began humping back against my fingers. She reached back with her arms to hold onto the couch and braced herself. Moments later she had an orgasm.

Some of the girls I've paid for sex with have faked orgasms. This wasn't one of them.

Mara had that exhausted feeling one gets after having just completed the sex act. But I was hard again and I knew this would be the ideal time to get what I wanted. I dragged her to the bed, pulled the blankets and sheets down and lay her on her back.

She spread her legs for me and I wasted no time in positioning myself between them. I needed to fuck her now and nothing was going to stop me. 

Our eyes met. I knew what she was thinking at that very moment. It was the moment she would first fuck a guy for money – her first moment as a prostitute. But it was also a fuck she wanted.

I thrust into her hard and she accepted it. Mara was very wet from her orgasm. I kissed her all over her face and grunted into her ear, "you're a whore now." I got a "yeah" in response.

I guess it was because she was so slim that made it such a nice and tight fit. It certainly wasn't because of my exceptional girth. My penis is just average.

She wrapped her slender arms around me and purred, "Give it to me." I complied to the best of my abilities.

It didn't take long for that boiling feeling to develop in my balls, but I didn't want to come so soon. So I slowed the pace of my thrusts and lifted myself up wrapping my arms around her legs. I was pulling her on and off my cock now, more than I was thrusting.

Changing positions again, I put her legs up and rested them on my shoulders and thrust in as far as I could get. I penetrated her deeply and she began to respond sexually to my aggression.

My lust knew no bounds. I was on fire. I had a young hot sweet slut beneath me and I was simply pounding her toward another orgasm. I could feel every muscle in her body tightening.

I got an "Oh God" out of her and then her body began to quake. She let out one long sweet moan of satisfaction. Her legs and arms went limp.

I told her that I "owned her", and all she could say in response was "mmmmmm." I told her it was time for her to squeeze the cum out of my balls and that I was going to pump her full of sperm.

She reached over my ass to comply. I felt like I was being milked. Between the sensation of my thrusts, her grabbing at my balls, and the psychological impact of having this honey service me, I couldn't hold back any longer.

Having cum once already, there wasn't as much left to come out. Still, I did myself proud. I could feel the steady flow of sperm come out of me and bury itself deep in her. She could feel it too, and gave me a "yeah" in admiration.




What I Want Ch. 03



After I dismounted we continued to play around and kiss. Her hands soon found there way down to my cock, one to keep my balls warm and the other to gently stroke my softening shaft.

Mara told me that she really wanted to be my mistress. She told me it was the first time she had had sex with someone that wasn't her age and she liked how I "took control" of the situation (meaning her).

I told her if she were to be my mistress she would find that I was a pretty demanding guy and she would have to be a pretty obedient girl. She giggled and said she had no problem with that.

I told her exactly what I'd want from her. I knew all the details. I told her how I wanted her to dress. I told her what kind of sex I wanted. I told her what I wanted to hear her say.

Over the next three years she complied with my wishes. For the record, I saw her on 192 separate occasions (I keep meticulous track of such things).

She wore the most sexually provocative outfits possible, from a school girl uniform (without and outrageously short skirt), to skimpy denim cut-offs (even more delicious on her with her long skinny legs), to a tight red leather ultra-mini-skirt and tight white t-shirt (with the words ‘sex toy' on it), to black spandex hooker pants and skimpy tank top.

We engaged in the sex I want. We engaged in the fantasies I had.

I'll never forget fucking her in the ass with her school girl kilt still on. I'll never forget cumming on her face with her kneeling before me and her hands tied behind her back. I'll never forget the blow jobs. I'll never forget the sight of globs of my sperm on her tongue. I'll never forget her whispering in my ear, "Please cum in me."

All things, good or bad, eventually come to an end. My relationship with Mara would be no different.

Interestingly, it was the peak of this relationship that planted the seeds of its doom. 

It was a little over two years of weekly sex and I was finding that our 2 and 3 hour escapades were simply not enough. I would tell her this every time I'd see her. Two hours after a session and I'd be horny again just thinking about it.

She would tease me and tell me I should take her home to meet my wife. I knew this was no solution to my perpetual horniness.

Then I hit on it. I had to travel to Nassau on business – but just overnight. I would stretch it out to 4 nights and bring Mara with me. I just wasn't sure how Mara would feel about this. When one pays for it, one can never be sure what the girl is really thinking.

To my pleasant surprise, Mara agreed to come. In preparation I bought her two of the skimpiest bikinis I've ever have seen. Her ample cleavage was almost entirely exposed. And her perfect butt was mostly there for public viewing.

When not on the beach I had her wear some of the sexy slutty outfits that she wore for me back home, but wouldn't otherwise have worn in public.

I showed her off and it took only a glance for someone to realize this girl was mine, but wasn't my wife.

The important thing for me was that I got a lot of sex. We'd wake up and have sex. We'd have breakfast, walk on the beach, then go back to the room to have sex. We'd lounge on the beach, have lunch, and then have sex. We'd go for a walk and I'd have to drag her back to the room to have more sex. After a night on the town, we ended it by having sex. Each and every day.

Over the time we were there the sperm was pumped out of me 34 times. This is no exaggeration. Yes, in some sense, I treated her as a sex object. No, I had no interest in other parts of her life. But Mara appreciated my fascination with this aspect of her and consciously wanted the object of my sexual desire. She had no or little interest in other aspects of my life. The relationship was perfect. And our days in Nassau were the height of this perfection.

Almost two months later, Mara told me she was pregnant. She thought she missed a pill on one occasion, and apparently that messed things up. Before I could say a word, she told me she had arranged for an abortion, and it would happen in a couple of weeks or so. She asked if I could pay for it.

I detected an inner sadness in her. But she explained that she wasn't in any position to be a mother right now. She still worked as a stripper, wasn't good for any other kind of work and her stripper lifestyle wasn't conducive to being a mother. She was, in her view, too young, and not in the kind of relationship yet that would be good for raising a child.

I told her I'd respect her decision, whatever it was. I told her that I had no problem in paying for the abortion. I told her that of course I had never intended anything like this to happen to her, and if there was anything else I could do, I would.

The abortion occurred some two weeks later. She brought a close friend with her (who I had never heard of before) and things went well.

Her spirits quickly revived and she quickly reverted back to her wild stripper party girl ways. We resumed our sexual relationship, but I noticed she often had booked other things and the time we spent together got shorter.

Mara surprised me one day and asked me if I'd like to see her together with another girl. After confirming that I would get to have sex with her, and she would get to have sex with her, I agreed. It turned out to be this friend of hers. And it turned out they were now living together.

Whereas Mara was a pure 10, Tracy was an 8. Mara began to bring Tracy with her (at my expense each time). Although the sex was good, I noticed that the time spent with me continued to shorten, and Mara's interest in me was beginning to dissipate.

One day Mara asked me if instead of paying them cash, would I pay for a trip for the two of them to Cancun? I told her I'd think about it.

After mulling it over, I realized that I wasn't enjoying sex with the two of them as much as I used to with just Mara. And it wasn't just the presence of Tracy. It was also Mara's rushing; and Mara's disinterest.

I told Mara that I'd be willing to pay for their trip, but that there'd be conditions. The first was that each time spent together would be a minimum of three hours (our last time had been barely 70 minutes) and that I wanted to see each of them separately (so they couldn't play their stalling games and would have to concentrate on me).

Mara simply blew her stack. I knew of the expression "a filthy mouth" before, but I'd never seen one in action until now. The accusations were flying. Anger spewed as if lava from a volcano.

And second by second, I sat back and realized that our relationship was ending – right then and right there.

I never saw Mara again.

Three months later Mara called me and asked if I'd like to get together again. I told her I didn't think that was a good idea. I told her we had always had a business relationship and that really, for both our sakes, it was best to keep it that way. It was clear that emotional baggage had entered into things and that it would be better for me, but especially her, if she moved onto the next chapter of her life. The last words she spoke to me were "I guess you're right."

This might not have been the ending you expected, but life doesn't always follow story books.

You might think this story has a moral – that it should show me the errors of my ways. You'd be wrong if you do. I have never wanted to do harm to Mara or anyone else. I engaged in this sex, purely for the pleasure. I've known that this pleasure is what I want – or more specifically what I need. That hasn't changed.

But I recognized that the abortion had had an understandable impact on Mara. And it was now my estimation that the best way to minimize this impact was for her to have a new beginning. She didn't need to be reminded now of the man who had impregnated her. She didn't need to be reminded now that that man saw her as a slut and whore. She didn't know this, but I did.

Mara now needed to find out what things brought her pleasure, the way I found out for myself. And I hope she has found precisely that.

As for me, as you may have guessed, after a few months abstinence (from those other than my wife) I was again on the hunt.




What I Want To Do



Hey you sweet sexy thing, I can hardly wait til I get my greedy hands all over that sexy body of yours..

First I want to make you want me so badddddddddd... that cream your jeans before I even TOUCH you, or before you see my naked body. For you will be blind folded and left to imagining what is coming next......

I want to run my tongue all over your body starting at your shoulders, just to taste you. It’s been so long I’ll use this to refresh your memory and mine. I want to nibble so gently that it will be as if a feather is ever so gently stroking your skin. Slowly moving down to your nipples, grabbing the hair with my lips, with just enough force to let you know where I am. As I gently nibble on your nipples, they stiffen, then I lightly blow on them sending a chill down to your dick. It’s been so long since its been touched its rock hard and begging to be put to use...

I move to the middle of your chest with my tongue, licking the salty sheen that is forming on your skin. I pull you closer to me trying to get as close to you as I possibly can. My hands are on your back feeling the muscles that I’ve longed to feel for these many months. I move to your navel leaving a wet path along the way. I suck on the hairs and run my tongue over to your sides. Just to the spot were it gives you goose bumps. I love the reaction I’m getting from you, slight gyration of your hips and the little moans that escape from your lips.

I skip over your cock, dragging out the inevitable, but I want to make you wait just a little bit longer.....I’m so wet you can feel the heat through my clothes, every time I grind down onto a part of your body. I hunger for you as much as you do for me....how I’d love to just throw myself down upon that tool, but no, I’m not done with you yet..........

I rub the bottoms of your feet, kneading away the long days upon them. I stroke up the calf relieving the tension for you, this relaxes you so you start to go soft. Then you feel that familiar touch of my tongue on your skin as it travels up your thigh and down the other, just missing the part that so needs the attention.. Its such sweet agony, and I tell you How much I love you and how much I really missed you.....as I start to explore again...

I take your nuts within my hand feeling the weight of what is in store for me...I gently squeeze and your dick pulses, I slowly lower my face to your crotch and just barely touch my tongue to your sack, then by surprise I take one into my mouth tenderly sucking it, your moaning now and pushing your hips as to try and hurry me toward something....I repeat this with the other one. I tell you to spread your legs for me, as I stroke my tongue into that place were your crotch connects to your legs and ever so slightly take the tip of my tongue and run up the length of your shaft, you think I’m going to give in now but no.. that was just to let you know I didn’t forget about it. I drag my body up yours, making sure to rub myself on you, to come kiss you fully and deeply on your lips. I suck on your tongue as if it was the last time our lips would meet. Grabbing your head I deepen the kiss, making it last. I press my hands all over your chest, back, shoulders reveling in the feeling that its all real, its not just a fantasy anymore...

I reach down and take your dick in my hand, feeling the heat of it. I slowly stroke it up and then down. I find the tip and rub just under the head, that’s the spot were you would really like to feel my wet, hot tongue. I crawl back down your body making sure I touch every part as my head draws closer to your pole...

I take barely touch the tip with my fingers, you gasp because you know now you will get one of things you’ve waited for, for so long....I slowly lower my mouth down to it, watching your face I stick my tongue and lick it up and down.. god it tastes so good, I lick the pre-cum off the head and enclose my mouth around it, you can hardly contain yourself at this point..

I give the head a squeeze with my lips and it’s as if it gets harder by the second,, then to your surprise and much anticipation I take you down to the base.. you can feel it starting to go down my throat, but ever so quickly I pull it out and stop touching it all together, but only for a second.. I start licking and sucking the underside, while I’m squeezing your sack.. then I start alternating between sucking and stroking, but in such a way as you don’t know what is coming next....I then return to the top of your shaft and suck on the head while masturbating you with my hand... I run my tongue to that most sensitive spot under the head, your gasping now.. for I am now just sucking the under shaft as if I was a human vacuum...I lighten the suction as I get ready to deep throat you ,,,then I lower my mouth and take you all in, in a single movement.....

I feel your nuts contract and get ready for the huge load that I am about to receive, anticipating the taste that I’ve missed for so long... you feel me gulping down as my throat constricts around you, milking every drop out... and finally you drop to the bed as the long wait is over.....

I let you rest before I start in again, for now it’s my turn................



What I Want, When I Want



I saw you from a distance and new right away I had to take you either with your consent or without it. I walked up to you and said hi. You smiled and said hi and went on about what you were doing. I continued watching you as you went on cleaning up the shop that you worked in. I had noticed no one else was working it was just you working and it was close to closing time. I noticed you went in the back storeroom and I turn the open sign around and followed you back there.

When you saw me walk through the door to the stockroom you said sorry you can't come back here. I just kept walking towards you. Your eyes were full of surprise and fear as I reached for you, you started to yell and I raised my hand to slap you. You closed your mouth and were visibly shaken. I then informed you that I was going to fuck you whether you wanted it or not. You shook your head no but I said yes as I reached for your blouse and yanked it open. I took your blouse on off and you were standing there in your bra and short mini skirt.

I reached around and undid your bra and it fell away from your magnificent breasts. I told you to take off your skirt, you do so crying and shaking. I am shocked, but delighted to see you wearing garter belt and silk black stockings with no panties. I tell you to leave the rest on as I undo my pants and push them down along with my boxers. I am fully erect and you look down at my throbbing hard cock, which is 8" long and fat as a beer can. Your eyes are locked on it as I move to you and I tell you to take it in your hand. You do not do it so I slap your face and then I grab your hand and put it on my cock. I don't have to tell you what to do next for you don't want slapped again so soon and you start stroking my hard cock.

I reach out and grab your tits and start pulling hard on the nipples, which are erect and hard. That's when I knew being forced to do this turned you on. I try to kiss your pouty lips but you turn away causing yet another slap across your cheeks. Tears well up in your eyes as you turn to kiss me. After a few minutes of kissing which I must say got pretty intense I whisper in your ear for you to suck my cock and I tell you if you don't do it right I will break your fucking neck right here in the storeroom. 

You slowly get down on your knees and take the fat head into your mouth. Your lips are stretched wide to accommodate my fat cock. Your tongue is swirling around the head as I start pushing more and more into your throat as you gag slightly but keep working on it. I know now that your one hell of a cocksucker. As you continue sucking I see your fingers working in and out of your cunt and that tells me your really enjoying be forced to do this. Then suddenly you take one of the fingers you have lubricated with your pussy juice and slip it into my unsuspecting asshole. My eyes go wide but the feeling is fantastic. I immediately start shooting cum down your throat, you drink it all in and keep sucking to make sure I stay hard.

I pull out of your mouth and stand you up, I kiss you again deeply then I tell you to bend over the boxes you say no as I again slap you hard you turn towards the boxes and I push down over them. I slowly ease MY hard cock into your tight wet burning hot cunt and push in hard and fast. You scream as the pain is intense because your not used to a cock so fat it stretches your cunt lips out so far as I get into a rhythm slowly pumping in and out as I reach around and squeeze your nipple hard. You start Cumming hard as my cock pistons in and out of your tight pussy.

After you finish cumming I pull out and take aim at that tight sweet ass of yours. You start to squirm trying to get away as I slap your ass cheeks hard and tell you BABY IT IS WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANT as I slowly start pushing against your anal rosebud. Your muscles relax and I slip in quickly and your eyes open wide as I start pumping in and out. Your tits are swaying back and forth as I pump harder and harder into your tight hot ass. I pump harder and faster as I reach the point of no return as I shoot my seed deep into your ass. After I finish fucking your ass I pull out and pull my pants back up and your still draped over the boxes. I pick you up and kiss you once more before leaving you they're standing in your garter belt and black silk stockings.