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Whipped

By: EmeraldKitten



His dark eyes twinkled at her with mischief. His firm, muscular body moved with surprising grace as he advanced upon her. One corner of his mouth quirked up as he lifted his hand, and she saw the bottle of whipped cream.

"Don't spray that on me unless you plan on licking it off." Allison laughed.

"That can be arranged." His voice washed over her, and Allison held her breath.

She took a few steps back and he continued his advance. Her hips bumped into the table and she knew she had lost.

The top couple of buttons on her shirt were undone, and Bret lifted his hand, brushing the neckline open farther. Allison's upper chest was exposed, as well as her cleavage. Bret pushed her hair behind her shoulders, and positioned the bottle at her throat. A slight hiss, and a dollop of cream landed on her collar bone.

Bret leaned in, his lips capturing the mess, sucking on her skin gently. Allison shivered and her nipples puckered, straining against the trap that was her bra. Her eyes fluttered shut and she heard another hiss, and felt the cold cream land on the swells of her breasts. Bret's lips trailed down and his tongue lapped at her skin.

Allison watched as he pulled his head back, his eyes drifting up to hers. 

"Take off your shirt." 

She complied, unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the floor. Bret reached out and cupped her right breast with his free hand, his thumb flipping back and forth across the sensitive peak. She reached into her bra, pulling her breasts free off the restraint and allowing them to rest on top of the cups. That pressed them together nicely, and Bret had easy access to them. 

Bret was more than a head taller than she was, so he had to bend pretty far to get to his prize. More hisses and her nipples puckered so tightly they hurt when the cream covered them. His head dipped down, cleaning the whipped topping from her skin once more. He washed her nipples with his tongue, letting his teeth graze and his lips suck against her.

Allison arched her back, welcoming the attention. Her head fell back and Bret wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, dropping the bottle in the process. He sucked her nipples until they ached, and then he licked to sooth the pain. His hands slid down and his fingers dug into her ass, squeezing the fullness he found there as he ate at her breasts.

Bret finally pulled back when Allison was quivering with desire. Her knees fairly shook from it. She had been squeezing her legs together, knowing her pussy was damp, swollen and it seemed to have its own heartbeat. Her breathing came out in little gasps, and her nipples stayed hard. Bret straightened and Allison's mouth watered as she saw his cock straining against his pants. She loved the way he fit inside of her.

His strong, calloused hands dropped to his belt, and Allison felt a thrill that shot from her pussy to the tips of her toes. He unbuckled it and whipped it out of the loops. Allison turned and bent over the table, resting her weight on her hands. Bret stepped forward and rubbed his cock back and forth across her ass, then stepped back and gave her a quick spank with his belt. She pressed her legs together as her pussy pulsed, begging to be filled.

Bret reached a hand to her neck, massaging gently before slipping his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back. Another slap was heard as he struck the fullest part of her ass with the belt. He stepped in, pressing his cock against her once more, thrusting his hips and promising what was to come. With his free hand, he undid her jeans quickly and together they shoved them down her legs. 

His strong, calloused fingers caressed her from thigh to lower back, then another whack was heard from the belt. Bret's fingertips tickled away the slight pain, and Allison's pussy clenched in anticipation. The flat of his hand grazed over her back as he slapped her ass again and again with the belt. Not too hard, but hard enough. 

Allison felt the tops of her inner thighs dampen with her arousal, and she didn't think Bret was ever going to fill her. His hips trapped hers against the table, and she heard the thunk as his belt hit the floor. He reached under her from behind and his fingers zoned in, landing square on her clit. Allison gasped, her hips bucking against him. Bret rubbed her clit for a moment, then slipped them back, dipping inside of her. 

"Please Bret..." Allison's voice was heavy with want.

She glanced over her shoulder and watched as he unfastened his pants and freed his cock. Allison caught her lower lip between her teeth and then faced front once more, bending over so that her chest laid against the table. It only took a moment for Bret to position himself, and he slammed his hips forward, wringing a choked gasp from the beauty on the table.

Bret caught her hips roughly in his hands, jerking her back against him quickly. His cock plunged into her depths mercilessly, and Allison cried out with each thrust. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room, and Bret's breath hissed from between his clenched teeth. Their ragged breathing and assorted whimpers and moans joined the symphony of sex. He thrust and withdrew, drawing closer to orgasm with each inch he slipped inside of her.

Allison bit her wrist to muffle a scream as she came, her pussy clamping around his cock almost violently. Not willing to let the sensations end, she moved quickly and shoved her hand down the front of her body, finding her clit and manipulating it wildly. Bret groaned and jerked against her as he came, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He gave a last few hard thrusts, draining himself into her depths. Allison whimpered and her pussy once more convulsed around him, sucking out the last drops of his semen. 

Bret pulled back and his cock slipped out of her dripping pussy, providing them a mess to clean up. He jerked his shirt over his head and pressed it between her legs. Allison yelped at the sensation on her sensitized flesh.

"I didn't know you'd like getting whipped that well." Bret laughed.

"In more ways than one apparently."

"We'll do that again." Bret laughed as he struggled to catch his breath.

Allison leaned over and grabbed the can of whipped cream. 

"We'll do it again right now." She threw him a smile over her shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

Whipped



Many thanks to HMAuthor for first editing and improving this story and to Kate_ for further editing that made it even better. 

*

"You're kidding!" said Madison.

Vanessa laughed. "No, I'm absolutely telling the truth."

"You've always been a conniving, controlling bitch, but it's hard to believe you pulled this off," said Madison.

"But I did," said Vanessa smugly. Madison knew Vanessa took her insults as compliments. "You've seen him."

"All right! I know he's totally focused on pleasing you, but what you're saying goes way beyond that," said Madison. "You know there's no way to check, so you can say whatever you want."

"What if I proved it to you?" asked Vanessa.

"No way! How could you ever do that?"

"Well, I've decided to make some home videos of us, just for me to watch," said Vanessa. "I don't want Logan to know, so I'm slowly adding some lamps to make our bedroom brighter and working on hiding some high-definition video cameras to shoot us from different angles."

"If what you said before is true, why not tell him?" asked Madison.

"I don't tell him anything he doesn't need to know," said Vanessa. "He's happy the way things are. It probably wouldn't make much of a difference, but why take chances?"

"And what if I were to tell him what you just told me?" said Madison.

"I'd be very angry with you, and I'd find a way to get revenge," said Vanessa. "But even if you muddy the waters, it wouldn't take long to fix any problems you could cause. Think of Logan as a huskie who's part of a sled team. He's not the lead dog. He's back in the pack and right in front of him is a female dog. All he can see in front of him is her pussy and asshole. That's his whole life."

"You really have a way with words," said Madison. "I know you want me to share this information with Alexis, Ashley and Lauren because you love to rub it in. You think because we've been unlucky in love, we're not as smart as you. Just tell me one thing. Do you even love Logan?"

"Of course, I love him. That has nothing to do with anything. Or maybe it's because I love him that I've found a way to make sure he keeps his priorities straight. It doesn't hurt him to worship me and I don't mistreat him. Anyway, you can tell them whatever you want. I've got to go now."

"Well, I'm meeting Ashley and Lauren for lunch tomorrow," said Madison, "and I'll pass on what you told me, but don't expect them to believe you either."

"We'll see about that," said Vanessa. "Bye." 

Madison saw that Vanessa was a little peeved. She knew that it wasn't because of the insults Madison threw at her. She delighted in them and sometimes provoked her friends just so she could hear them. She thought it showed how jealous they were and that only made her even prouder of herself. What had upset her was Madison questioning her.

The next day, Ashley and Lauren were astonished.

"It's hard to believe that she can put that kind of a spell on him," said Ashley.

"It's like he's literally pussy whipped," observed Lauren.

"She said that once she found out he had a tremendous sex drive, it was easy to channel it and bend it to her wishes," said Madison. "I still don't understand how, but I bet she'd love to tell us, because it would give her another chance to be condescending."

"I don't care if it makes her even harder to live with," said Ashley. "I want to find out. And I'll bet Alexis does, too."

"Count me in," said Madison.

"Me, too," said Lauren.

"Where is he now?" asked Alexis after they placed their order.

"In front of the TV watching the Sunday football games," said Vanessa. "He's all man, with testosterone in abundance."

"Then how did you whip him?" asked Lauren.

"It's all a matter of goals, plans and persistence," said Vanessa. "If you girls would only apply yourselves, you could have things your way, just like I do. But if you don't know what you want, you'll never get it.

"I wanted a masculine husband, but I also wanted to be head of the household. I wanted a man who treated me like a woman, but also did everything I wanted all the time, including when we had sex. Once I realized what my priorities were, it was just a matter of making my plan and then working it until I reached my goal. Sure there were some obstacles along the way, but I found a way to overcome them, and you can, too."

"OK," said Madison. "Stop talking generalities and get down to specifics. What did you do and how did you do it?"

"It started even before we were engaged," said Vanessa. "As soon as we hooked up, I found out that Logan was insatiable. He was bright, outgoing and ambitious, but there was always one thing foremost on his mind.

"At first, it was just fun to find different ways to respond to him every time he suggested we drop everything else and get on the job, but once I decided he was the one, I realized that while I enjoyed making love with him, my desire was no match for his, and that could mean conflict if we were married, because, as you know, I like to have my way.

"So I started thinking about what to do, and the answer quickly became apparent. When it came to sex, he was like a dog in heat, so he needed to be trained like a dog.

"My first goal was to get engaged and married, so to begin with, I gave in to him whenever I possibly could, even though it was sometimes inconvenient.

"But I went beyond that. I worked at suggesting sex even before he did, and believe me that was hard. I tried to introduce new twists and turns and techniques that he had never thought of, which was also hard. When there was something I just wouldn't do — like anal — I promised it to him after we were married. I did everything I could to convince him that I was as eager for 24/7 sex as he was.

"Once we were married, I kept this up on our honeymoon and a few months after that. I began to taper off gradually so that he didn't notice. I kept track of the number of times we had sex each week. Would you believe at first we often did it twice a night? Every three weeks, I reduced the sex by one time a week.

"My biggest challenge was anal. He kept reminding me of my promise, and I knew that it was a promise I was never going to keep. I started by telling him it was a big step for me and something that I felt would both hurt me and be demeaning, and it would take time until I could handle it. That worked as long as it needed to. Once he was under my thumb, I found a way to transfer his desire for anal.

"I began talking to him about my ass and how I thought it was ugly and fat and hateful. I encouraged him to compliment it in different ways and tell me how much he desired it. Eventually, I got him to think of my ass as the Holy Grail. He has fixated on it as the most desired object on Earth, and an important part of our foreplay is his adoration of my ass.

"Each time we make love, he caresses my ass, then he massages it, then he spreads my cheeks apart and worships my crack up and down with his tongue. Then he stimulates my ass with his tongue. He'll even push his tongue in my ass and almost bury his face in my butt. Sometimes I use my muscles to grab his tongue and squeeze it. He loves this.

"When we're in the 69 position, sometimes I move back on his face and pull my cheeks apart. He knows this is his signal to stick his tongue in my ass and wiggle it around inside. Meanwhile, I'm using my fingers in front. As I come, my ass spasms around his tongue, and it gets him so excited that I just need to pump his penis a few times with my hand and he comes.

"Of course, he thinks all this is a prelude to my really giving my ass to him, which I'm never going to do. I know if I gave in even once, he would need it from then on, so I can't let that happen. He doesn't know that I'll be getting ready for anal but never doing it for the rest of his life.

"He doesn't need it anyway. I've trained him to come in all kinds of ways, depending on what my mood is. As I gradually reduced having sex to twice a week, I introduced him to the excitement of anticipation and also to immense gratitude for every time he has an orgasm.

"I constantly mix things up. For instance, I've found that his prostrate is extremely sensitive. If I'm in a hurry to finish because I have other things to do, all I have to do is stick a finger or two in his ass. I can find his prostate immediately now, and when I start massaging it, he's done in less than a minute. Sometimes, I'll do this even when I'm not in a hurry, and right after he comes, I'll start again.

"He's already forgotten that we used to do it twice a night when we were first married. Now he's so grateful for a second time in one night that he's in heaven. After one of those nights where I allow him two orgasms, I can ask him for anything I want, and he'll give it to me.

"Also, I've gotten him to bring himself off while I watch. Even though he gives me oral in my ass and vagina each time we make love, I no longer give him head. I never really enjoyed it, and even though he's conscientious and considerate about never coming while he's in my mouth, just the thought that it might happen bothers me, so I thought, why take the chance?

"First, I came up with some creative ways to manipulate his penis and his testicles to arouse him and give him a big orgasm. Then I explained what I was doing and said it would be fun to watch him doing the same things. At first, he didn't enjoy it, but I kept telling him how much it aroused me to watch him. He has always been excited by my excitement. Now he's willing to do himself whenever I ask him to, although I can tell he's still not happy with this substitute for the real thing.

"That's been my greatest satisfaction, how I've managed to control him so thoroughly that even though he's disappointed most of the time, he's content to follow my instructions. Deep down, he hasn't really changed. For instance, I know he still wants anal in the worst way. But he's now Pavlov's dog. When I tinkle the bell, he's ready to do whatever I want.

"One night, when I was in a hurry, I had two fingers inside him searching for his prostrate. After I found it and he quickly came, I started thinking about whether I could fit three fingers in.

"I looked on the Internet and discovered the world of women fisting men. When I saw the videos, I got turned on and wanted to try it on Logan, but when I tried sticking three fingers in the next night, he got upset. He told me that it hurt and made him feel disgusted. My first reaction was to use his words against him, to tell him that now he had an idea why anal was such a big step for me. But I stopped myself because suddenly I felt thrilled. It was like I was hit by a thunderbolt of excitement.

"I realized that I had been thinking I had conquered all the mountains when it came to Logan, but here was a real Mt. Everest for me. What I had done up to now was child's play in comparison. I had just channeled his strong sex drive into outlets that were more satisfying for me. But I had now found something that totally turned him off. Just the thought of getting him to do it was nearly making me come. If I could get him to let me fist his ass, I would be queen of the world.

"I worked out my strategy. First, I would gradually increase our sessions again. I went all the way back to five times a week, and I concentrated on lots of variety and making the sessions last longer. Each session ended with my fingers in his ass, pressing his button to bring him off. For a while, I stuck to two fingers. Then when I stuck them in, I pulled them apart and stretched him a little wider while I was working them.

"After a few times of doing this, I added the third finger and he didn't say anything, probably because the stretching had gotten him used to being spread open more. Then I did the same thing with three fingers until the fourth finger went in.

"Then I began telling him how exciting it was to have four fingers inside him while he was inside me, and I began using lots of lubricant. I was always careful to introduce the fingers gradually in our sessions and as gently as I could. When I tucked my thumb in and curled the other fingers over the thumb, he didn't know the difference until I told him, and he was amazed that I was able to insert all five fingers.

"I kept using his desire for anal to help with this, asking him how full it felt, did it hurt, did he think I could take his penis like he was taking my fingers. He began trying to prove to me how it wasn't a problem. If I relaxed like he was relaxing, I could easily do it. Of course, I saw that it did hurt him, especially once I began pushing past the second knuckle, and I could see him holding back his tears. That got me even more excited.

"Finally, one night when there was lots of lube inside him and the fingers were going in and out smoothly to the second knuckle, I began pressing. He immediately asked me to stop, but I pretended I didn't hear him and kept pressing. He began yelling and moving away from me, but my arm followed him and when he got as far as the headboard and couldn't go any further, the momentum from my moving arm pushed my whole hand into him. He screamed and began breathing really fast.

"I wanted to yell out in triumph, but instead, I began soothing him, telling him that this is probably what it would feel like to me the first time his penis was in my ass, that he should breathe deeply and relax, that the sight of my hand going into him was incredibly exciting and as soon as I was able to get it out, I was going to wild on him. I kept talking and soothing him until he finally calmed down. Then I carefully removed my hand. He was still in pain, but I threw everything I had at him, including a blow job — no swallowing, of course.

"After I that, I went back to using the same training techniques as before to gradually add fisting to our repertoire in bed. He still hates it, and it's still painful for him, so I don't overdo it. But he knows at least once a month he can expect me to invade his ass. I've even got to the point where he lets me milk him while I fist him."

"What do you mean?" asked Madison. She could barely speak from excitement.

"With my hand inside him, I finger his prostate while the other hand is pumping him. Because of the discomfort inside his ass, he doesn't enjoy the handjob. Eventually I can feel he is about to come. As soon as he starts, I let go of his penis and start pushing my other hand in and out of his ass. He feels horrible because it spoils his orgasm. His come just dribbles out. For me, it's utterly exhilarating, because I have the power to finish him without him getting any pleasure from the process.

"Compared to the fisting and the milking, it was easy to teach him to give himself a facial and to blow himself because while that was degrading, it wasn't painful."

"Wait," interrupted Alexis. "You did what?"

"It's not that difficult," said Vanessa, "especially when the guy's in good shape. You know Logan works out all the time and has a great body, so we trained it to get in the right position. It actually started with me getting in that position. I found out about the Viennese Oyster and practiced until I could do it.

"It's where the woman lifts her legs back and locks her feet behind her head and then puts her arms down over her legs and pulls back and down so her ass is lifted into the air and her vagina is spread wide. It makes it easier for the man to get deep penetration, and if you're like me, that feels really good. Seeing me like that really gets Logan going, too.

"The first night I demonstrated the position, he went nuts. I think it might have been because the woman's ass is also opened up in the position. Without prompting, he began worshiping my ass, and I think he might have thought that I was telling him I was ready for him to do me there. But after he ate me out in both places, I directed his penis to the vagina, and we both enjoyed it.

"I started using the position more often, and one night, I challenged him to try and do it and bet he couldn't. He tried it right away, but he couldn't get his legs back far enough. I told him if he ever managed to do it, I'd give him a real surprise. He must have practiced during his floor exercise routine at the gym, because a couple of weeks later he made a big production out of showing me he could do it.

"I praised him for his flexibility and told him I was excited about trying something I'd seen on the Internet. So while he was in that position, I began working on him with my mouth, which really got him going, and then when he was close to coming, I switched to one hand.

"He was disappointed, but he's used to disappointment now. While I pumped him, I watched him and as soon as I saw he was ready to come, I stopped. I did this a few times until he was so frustrated he was almost screaming at me to finish him. The next time, he was focusing so hard on coming before I let go of his cock that he didn't notice what I did with it just before he came. In that position, it's pointing back at his body anyway. I put two fingers of my other hand into some lube, inserted them into his ass and found his prostate. As I did, I aimed his cock. In a few seconds, he came hard, and with my hand aiming him, he spurted up his body as far as his chin.

"From that night on, I began using my techniques to get his legs further and further back, so his penis was pushed closer and closer to his mouth. First, I got him to let me aim him so I could paint his entire face with his thick white come. Then I got him to open his mouth so I could squirt him in there, too.

"But the crown jewel was when he was able to bring his legs so far back that he could stick his penis right in his mouth. At first, he wouldn't suck it, but I was patient and used everything I learned, until one day he agreed to suck while I played with his balls. He got hard and then I could tell he was getting close to coming. He started moving his head back to get his penis out of his mouth, but before he could, I stuck my fingers in his ass until he came so hard into his mouth that his come exploded out of his nose.

"The final challenge was to get him to do it without any help from me, and we just passed that one last month. I had climbed the mountain. Now I don't think of Logan as a mountain anymore. To me, he's a work of art. Like the great masters, I have created something beautiful, the perfect husband for me. It took talent, patience and hard work, but now that it's done, it gives me endless satisfaction."

Vanessa stopped speaking and beamed at her friends, whose mouths were hanging open in awe.

"What about Logan?" asked Alexis. "You say he's so smart and successful. Are you sure he can't see through your manipulation."

"On one level, I think he knows what I've done," said Vanessa. "I'm sure there are times that he thinks, what am I doing and how did I get here? But you have to understand that when the brain inside the pants wakes up, the brain inside the head goes to sleep. I've just helped his sex drive rule him even more than before.

"Every day, you can read and hear on TV about how a politician or a businessman or an actor destroyed his family and ruined his life because the brain in the pants took over. You know yourself how it's happened to your boyfriends and ended some of your relationships. The only difference is that you chose to be the victim of this drive while I chose to master it."

"You are so smug, Vanessa," said Ashley. "It really makes me want to tell Logan or maybe seduce him just to make you realize that you don't have total control."

As usual, Vanessa was overjoyed to hear this and similar remarks. They were jealous, and their jealousy reinforced her feelings of superiority. She loved her friends most when they insulted her. It proved she was their guru and they were her disciples.




Whipped



The next time the four friends got together without Vanessa, there was only one topic of conversation.

"I love Vanessa," said Lauren, "but I can't help thinking what she's doing to Logan is pure evil."

"Why?" asked Madison. "She's happy. He's happy. As she said, he's smart enough to understand what she's doing, but he'd rather be a sled dog."

"It's her life," said Alexis, "and she's welcome to it. I'm not envious about Logan. I wouldn't want a man like that. Being in that kind of a relationship would totally turn me off. I guess what bothers me the most is that she's so condescending about it."

"Yes," said Ashley. "I'd love to wipe that self-satisfied, superior expression off her face."

"So would I," said Madison. The others agreed, but that was as far as it went until Vanessa invited them over to her house for lunch while Logan was out of town on a business trip. After the chicken salad and carrot cake, Vanessa looked at them as if she was about to burst.

"Come into my office," she said and led the way. She sat down at her computer in front of her large monitor and they gathered behind her. With a couple of clicks, she started a video. It lasted 30 minutes. Then she started another one. It also lasted 30 minutes. She didn't say a word, and neither did her friends until the second video finished.

"Have you seen enough?" she asked.

"That was the same thing twice," said Madison.

"That's right," said Vanessa. "I hid five different cameras and took the same action from different angles. I didn't show you the one with the extreme close-ups. You can even see our pores and every hair around my ass in high definition."

"No thanks," replied Alexis, sounding like she was in a daze. "I've seen enough." She walked out of the room, and the others followed her like zombies. There wasn't much more talk before they all said goodbye and left. As they were walking to their cars, Madison said, "We need to have lunch on Friday? Is everybody free?" They all nodded without saying a word.

"I lied the other day," said Alexis on Friday. "I want to see the other videos and especially the extreme close-ups. On the video, all those things looked even worse than what she described. He really was like a trained dog, eager to do every disgusting thing she asked him to do. Why am I so angry about that?"

"Because she was throwing it in our faces," said Madison. "She was almost jumping with glee when we left. Now she's going to be even more insufferable."

"I wish there was something I could do to get her off her high horse," said Ashley.

"Yes," said Lauren. "She's always giving us advice. I think we should take her advice and do exactly what she tells us to do."

"What?" shouted the other three in unison.

"You heard me," said Lauren. "We need to find our impossible dream and then make a plan and work that plan to achieve it, no matter what obstacles are in our way. I'm thinking the impossible dream would be for us to give Vanessa a little injection of humility."

There was silence at the table for a moment, and then Madison raised her glass of wine high. "I want to propose a toast to ingenuity," she said, "and especially to the genius sitting right here with us. Here's to Lauren." Four glasses clinked together across the table.

The four schemed for months before coming up with their plan. The most fun part was planning the finale. The hardest was figuring out how to get to Logan. They finally decided to try to knock him out of the pattern he was locked into and then do what Vanessa had done: use his sex drive to take him where they wanted to go. But overcoming his inertia was going to require something special.

Lauren came up with the idea that they agreed to try. "Let's let Vanessa help us," she said at one of their planning sessions. "Let's try to remember all the things she told us. For instance, several times, she said Logan still badly wants anal, remember? And he also likes oral, although she hardly ever gives it to him. And remember how she makes him whack himself off, even though he's humiliated by it? And how she makes him come quickly whenever she's not in the mood or is in a hurry?

"Let's write down everything we can remember of what she told us and work with it. I know there will be some information in there we can use to get Logan moving in the direction we want.

"And we need one more thing. Ashley, you are our computer expert. Do you think you can hack Vanessa's computer? How long would it take?"

"I'm sure she doesn't use a password," said Ashley. "If I had five minutes in front of it, I could install some software that she wouldn't be able to see. It would let me access her entire hard drive from my computer whenever her computer was on and connected to the Internet. I could even tell if she was working on it, so I would wait until there was no activity."

"We don't want to spy on her," said Lauren. "We just need to get copies of certain videos."

"If they're still on the computer, it should be a snap," said Ashley.

"OK," said Lauren. "Whoever is visiting Vanessa with Ashley the next time will need to use the guest bathroom. And a minute later, Ashley will also have an urgent need and ask if she can use the one upstairs. Before she flushes the toilet, Ashley should be able to get to Vanessa's computer for at least five minutes."

Once they got the videos, they had a party at Ashley's house, and she borrowed her company's professional projection equipment. When they were watching the close-up video and got to the part where Vanessa pulled her fist out of Logan, Lauren paused the video and got a yardstick. His opening was four feet wide on the screen.

After they finished their plan, they hesitated. Alexis even suggested that maybe they should drop it, because it was a lot of fun working on it, but if they actually carried it out, there could be unforeseen consequences. For three weeks they did nothing. But the next time they met, all of them were upset that they had stopped and decided that they would take their chances and launch the plan as soon as they could.

They still had to be patient, because in order to get to Logan, they had to find a moment when he wasn't in Vanessa's clutches.

Two things combined to get their plan started. One was a report from Madison after a lunch she had with Vanessa. She told the others how upset Vanessa had been about her recent birthday.

"Logan planned an amazing day for her," Madison said. "In the morning, he told her to get dressed casually and that they were going for a birthday drive. He drove two hours to a fabulous resort. They checked in, and she found he had secretly packed both their suitcases.

"After they got to their room, he told her that in half an hour she was due at the spa. She spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon being pampered. Dinner was at a beautiful restaurant that served amazing food, and after dinner, he offered his body in whatever way she wanted.

"Can you believe that all through this special day, she was getting more and more upset. She told me that Logan's training wasn't complete yet if he could keep that kind of secret from her. She didn't want to be surprised by him ever again. She needed to know everything he was doing. Sure, this had been great, but next time, he might plan something she didn't like. She was disappointed that she wasn't as much in control of Logan as she thought.

"I asked her if she told him anything about how she felt, and she said of course not. As far as he knew, she loved his surprise, and she hadn't complained about him keeping things secret from her. But when she got back from visiting her mother, she was going to start some more training in that direction."

Vanessa's 10-day trip was the second thing that got things going. Logan couldn't get away because of work. Madison called him on Monday, the day after Vanessa left, and said she and the others needed to see him right after work. They met at a coffee shop, and they told him they were planning a surprise party for Vanessa and they needed his help. They wanted as much time from him as possible before Vanessa got back, but it had to be secret. Would he be able to help them?

He told them he had a lot of work at the office and might have to be there until 7 some evenings, but after that, he was ready to do anything he could, and he also had the weekend unless there was some work he had to take home. They asked him if he could make up stories about what he was doing so Vanessa wouldn't get suspicious, and he told them that wouldn't be a problem. Then he told them how he had kept everything secret for his birthday surprise.

They got him to follow them to Ashley's house, and when they were all sitting in the living room in front of the big TV screen, Madison said, "Now, Logan, prepare to be shocked. But there's a reason why we're showing these to you."

As the first video started, Logan reacted with a gasp when he saw that they were showing him a porn video. But in a few seconds, he became absolutely still as he realized who the man and woman were. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and yelled, "Stop! Where did you get this?"

"Sit down, Logan," said Madison. "Take a few deep breaths. Vanessa set up hidden cameras in your bedroom one night to make these videos."

"There's more than one?" he asked as he sat down. There was an hysterical edge to his voice.

"Actually, she went through almost everything you two do together in 30 minutes, but she shot the action from all different angles. There are five versions of the same thing. We can show you as many as you want to see."

"I don't believe you," he said. "She would never do that without telling me."

"Logan, listen," said Ashley. "Do you think we got into your bedroom and placed all those cameras without telling you and Vanessa?"

Logan leaned back and stared at the ceiling. He took some more deep breaths.

"OK," he said. "I still don't understand, but I want to see everything. Before I do, though, I want you to explain what this is all about."

"It's not very complicated," said Madison. "We all get together and tell each other everything about our love lives, including Vanessa. We got very excited after we watched the two of you, because we felt we were right there with you. Wait until you see the close-up video, and you'll really understand what I mean.

"It got our crazy minds going, and we figured out this surprise party for Vanessa. We know that she's been preparing to give you her ass for a long time, and we decided we'd like to be there when she did. Hasn't she told you that it was going to be soon?

"We wanted to make it special and even film it for the two of you, sort of like these videos. I know you are probably put off by the idea of us watching, but she obviously doesn't care what we see. So the reason we're showing these to you tonight is to get you used to the idea of us being there and filming her losing her anal virginity to you.

"We hope after you've seen the videos tonight, you'll go along with the plan, which we'll begin working on tomorrow night. We don't have much time, but we realized that you might be a bit shocked, so we're prepared for you to sleep on it tonight and tell us your decision tomorrow."

"All right," he said quietly. He was now very subdued. They saw that his eyes were wide as he watched each video, but he didn't say a word. After he left, Alexis swore she had seen a tear in one eye, but the others said they didn't notice anything.

The next morning, Madison received a call from Logan around eleven. "This is my first break," he said, "and I only have a few seconds. I'm exhausted because I didn't get much sleep last night, but I've decided to help you with the party. I hope to get off by six thirty tonight. Where should I meet you?"

"Meet us back at Ashley's," said Madison. "Did Vanessa call and ask you where you were last night?"

"Yes," he said, "But don't worry. I handled it."

That night they showed him the studio that they had set up in Ashley's home. The living room had been converted to a porno set, with a big bed in the middle, lights all around and three cameras on tripods. They showed him the two hand-held cameras that would be used for close-ups.

"What we're going to do is rehearse the party, minute by minute," said Madison. "You and we are going to do everything that you're going to do with Vanessa, but no, you're not actually going to do us in the ass, although from the way you looked around just now, I think you wouldn't mind, would you, Logan? Don't answer. I'm joking.

"We are going to simulate as close as we can and work out every detail so we can make it a special night and a special video. None of us are that modest, so we don't mind working in the nude for the simulations, but if it bothers you, you are welcome to wear as much clothing as you want. Anyway, we've already seen you doing things that are much more embarrassing."

"I guess you're right," he said. "I thought there was some stuff that was private between me and Vanessa, but obviously, I was wrong."

"That doesn't mean she doesn't love you, Logan," said Lauren quickly. "When it comes to sex, everybody has different quirks."

"I'm the director of the production," said Madison, "so I'll explain the plot. The set is going to be a fancy hotel suite downtown. It will have a huge bedroom, so we can get all this equipment set up for the surprise after we check in.

"You are going to have to lie to her and tell her the day before that you'll be working past midnight the next day and then come to the hotel and prepare with us as soon as you leave the office. One of us will bring her to the hotel using a story that we're still working on. When she knocks on the door, the rest of us will greet her completely naked, and you'll give her a big, wet kiss. We'll capture her shock and the kiss in slo-mo on video.

After that, you will leave for the bedroom, and we will warm her up. Then we'll bring her to you."

"Don't you think she'll fight you?" said Logan. "She doesn't like surprises. She always has to be in control. Even though she's promised me anal, I know she wants to be the one who decides exactly when and where. Even when I plan something she likes, she gets upset if I surprise her."

"Did she say anything about your romantic kidnapping?" asked Madison.

"No, but I've been married to her long enough to know that although she enjoyed it, she was still upset that it was a surprise."

"Well, she'll be upset with all of us, too," said Madison, "and we thought of that. We decided that if she doesn't get into the spirit of the surprise, she might be mad at us for a while. Do you think you could handle that?"

"Oh yes," he said. "It's like her birthday. I know she wasn't happy about being surprised, but I'm hoping that when she thinks about in the future, her memories will be happy ones, because it was so special. This sounds like it's going to be really special, too, and even if she's a little angry at first, I can handle it."

"Good," said Madison. "As for her fighting us, we're ready for her to be a little antagonistic. But she loves to be the center of attention, and the night will be all about her.

"I want you to start with some familiar things so she relaxes a little. Would you mind rehearsing some of them with Alexis, who's playing the part of Vanessa for tonight's rehearsal? Remember, if there's anything we ask you to do that's uncomfortable for you, just stop us. We're going to try to make the simulation as realistic as possible, so we can check the lighting and camera angles and where the videographers need to position themselves for the extreme close-ups like you saw the other night.

"First, I'd like Alexis to get on the bed on her back, and I want you to get between her legs and pretend to give her oral. That's it, Alexis. Bring up your legs and spread your knees wide. Get a little closer, Logan. Can you see, Alexis stopped shaving a couple of months ago so she can simulate Vanessa's pubic hair. We know Alexis is not as bushy as Vanessa, but it will help get the camera and lighting right.

"It looks like she's wide open and red and juicy. I think she's excited, Logan. I hope you don't mind that you've turned her on. Would you be willing to give her a few light licks so we can take some lighting measurements? You don't have to if you don't want to. There, that was good. Wow! Did you see her respond. She really liked that.

"Oh, you are too nice, Logan. She's really appreciating that you kept going. It won't take long, I'm sure. There, did you see her body convulse. I counted two orgasms. No wonder Vanessa loves you so much.

"OK, I think we've got the settings on that position. Now, we're going to ask you for something more challenging. Vanessa said you definitely don't like this one and only do it to please her. It's your deep tongue massage of her asshole.

"We picked Alexis for this, because she has the most beautiful ass of any of us. Show it to him, Alexis. That's a great position, the way you're sticking it out. It's so round and firm and perky. I see Logan got turned up by your movements." As Alexis got on her hands and knees, Logan eagerly slid under her butt.

"By the way, Logan," said Madison, "We don't need to rehearse this, but while you are performing on Vanessa, we'll all be taking turns giving her lots of attention, too.

"OK, now I want Lauren to get on the bed and go over to Vanessa's ass and pull open the cheeks and position her ass over Logan's mouth while Ashley pushes a pillow under his head to bring his mouth up right against her rosebud. You don't have to stick your tongue into her ass, Logan. We just want to get the lighting and camera positions right.

"Oh, you don't mind. You're really getting into the spirit of this rehearsal. Alexis, you don't have to suck on Logan. Vanessa certainly won't be doing that. Maybe Logan doesn't like that. Lift your ass off him for a second, so he can say something. Oh, you don't mind Logan. OK, you two, carry on while we adjust things. Wow! You are really going at it. Watch out! Oh, Logan, you just came in Alexis' mouth. Don't worry, She doesn't mind. Wait until you see the rehearsal video. She's sloshing it around and opening her mouth to show how much you deposited, and now she's swallowing it all and giving the camera a big smile.

"You can stop eating out her ass now, Logan. She's not going to use her fingers to get herself off like Vanessa does.

"I think you've got the hang of it now. Look at Alexis' tiny hand. It's much smaller than Vanessa's. We know you don't like this either, but would you mind if she fisted you so we can get that set up? She's going to be very gentle, because Vanessa told us you don't like the rough way she pushes her hand in and out. She'll also milk you, but again, she's going to have a much lighter touch.

"I think she's got you so excited that you'd do anything for her, Logan. Girls, get moving. The first finger is already in. That looks great. And two and three and four. I can't believe how fast she got her hand into you. I think you're excited by this, Logan. Ooops, you're starting to flow. Look how much you still have after what you deposited in her mouth. This looks terrific. Are you feeling sore? Not too much? We really appreciate your cooperation. OK, after Alexis pulls her hand out, that's it for tonight's rehearsal."

"To be honest, Logan, I don't know if tonight's stuff will be in the final script, but we're preparing just in case. I have a feeling that when we get to the anal tomorrow night, it will take up so much time that we may have to drop this part. If so, it will just be a rehearsal memory for us girls when we watch this video. Would you be upset about that? No? You are such a sweetheart, Logan."

"What do you think?" said Madison after Logan left.




Whipped



"I think we've wrecked their marriage," said Alexis.

"How can you say that," said Ashley. "The person who walked out of here is exactly the same person who walked in. He hasn't done anything different than he did before. We're all hiding our vengeful motives, but he's totally cooperating with us from a positive position."

"But he's not stupid," said Lauren. "Vanessa has told us that over and over. Don't tell me he doesn't understand that something is going on here that's not exactly what it seems. He was definitely having fun with it, and boy did he enjoy Alexis!"

"If we do bust up the marriage, I'm going after him," said Alexis. "I've done anal, and I hate it. The thought of that giant snake inside my ass is frightening. But for that man, I'd be willing to do it occasionally. And he's so eager to please that I'm sure he wouldn't even demand it too often if I told him I didn't like it."

"That's too bad," said Madison.

"What do you mean," said Alexis.

"Because if you went after him, too, that means one of us would have to die," said Madison.

"Make that two of us," said Ashley.

"Make it three," said Lauren.

"I think Logan's just like Vanessa told us he was," said Madison. "He's so smart he must know there's something strange going on, but his sex drive has taken over. Because he's excited by our rehearsals and the idea of finally getting some ass, he's kind of avoiding seeing anything wrong. I can't wait until tomorrow night."

The next night, Madison told him that they wouldn't be using any of the stuff from the first rehearsal.

"I hope you're not upset, Logan, but I don't consider it a completely wasted night, because I think it was a good warm-up for tonight, which I think is going to be really productive. So let's start from after you've kissed Vanessa and we've each kissed her and taken off her clothes and brought her to you. We're not going to rehearse the part where we get her cleaned out and lubricated, but when she comes to your bed, she'll be ready.

"For the next four nights you're going to rehearse each anal position with us. The first one tonight will be the spoon position. You'll get behind Ashley and curl up around her as you enter her. This is the most gentle position, and you can't go in too deeply, but you will move from slow to quite fast to prepare her for what's coming.

"Now remember, when we rehearse all these things, we're only going to pretend that you're doing them in our ass. We are all right with using our vaginas for simulation, but only if it's all right with you. If you feel funny about it, you don't have to insert. We just think it would make the rehearsal more realistic to have you moving in and out. We'll leave that up to you.

"Once you've finished with the spoon position, the girls will lift Vanessa off you and you'll get on your back and move back to the headboard where you can see we've placed all those pillows. You'll position yourself against them so you're leaning back just a little.

"Then we'll get her standing on the bed over you. Lauren will be rehearsing this with you tomorrow. After she's over you with her legs on each side, we'll start pulling her legs slowly apart. As she squats down, we'll position her ass so it's dripping lube onto your penis.

"With gravity helping her, she'll slowly sink down onto you until you are all the way in. It should look great on video because you'll see all the emotions on her face while you slide into her. You'll let her settle in for a minute or two, and then you'll start bouncing your ass against the mattress springs. As you bounce, you'll send her up in the air to fall back down on you and push you in even deeper. After maybe five minutes of this, you'll stop and lift her legs up so that her feet are resting on your thighs.

"Then you'll grab her behind the knees and start rocking her back and forth so your penis is going in and out. You'll increase your speed until you're really flying, and then you'll pull back hard on her thighs and lean back at the same time. This will cause you to jump free of her and open her ass really wide.

"Remember what you looked like on the video when she fisted you? It should look something like that. It will slowly close up, and we'll give you the signal to rock her ass back onto you and slowly build up speed again to do the same thing. This is called gaping, and it looks amazing on video.

"The next night, working with me, you'll transition from her sitting on you to doggy style by rolling her over with you still inside her. Then you'll get her/me up on all fours and start bumping my ass harder and harder as you drive into me. After you do this a while, you'll get over me, uh her, and you'll use your leg muscles because your penis will be almost vertical. You'll be squatting up and down into me as fast and hard as you can so that my body bounces on the bed like I'm on a trampoline.

"The final night will be with Alexis. You'll practice pulling out of her in doggie and rolling her over on her back and putting her into the Viennese Oyster position. I saw you smile just now.

"With her ass high in the air, you can pound her ass so hard that she bounces up and down like a basketball. Her big breasts will be flopping like crazy. It should be some sight. Remember that while we're rehearsing four nights, she's going to experience all this in an hour, so by that time, she should be ready for what we call ass to mouth.

"That means once you feel yourself close to coming, you'll pull out of her ass in the oyster position and scoot up over her body to stick your thing in her mouth.

"Before that we'll give her a choice anyway. We'll ask her if she'd rather suck you off or have you continue pounding her asshole until you come. We're pretty sure she'll prefer taking you in her mouth at that point. You are blessed with a huge reservoir of come, but we want you to find an excuse not to come for a couple of days before this, so it should be spectacular watching her expression as you blast into her and your come goes up her throat and gushes out her nose while she's swallowing as hard as she can.

"Do you have any questions, Logan?"

"Not right now," he said, "but I'm still wondering how you're going to get her to agree to all this. You're not going to drug her, are you?"

"Absolutely not," said Madison. "This is about her and you experiencing all these sensations. We want Vanessa totally alert and awake for the whole thing, not oblivious. Don't worry about how we'll handle it. I think we've got it figured out. You just need to be ready to perform."

"I'll do my best," he said with a mischievous smile.

Vanessa tried to keep her cool when she saw the first video. Ashley had edited it so that it was easy to see her friends performing with the amazing man. She had to hand it to them. They managed to find someone who did everything Logan did. His body even looked a little like Logan's. She only wished she could see his face, but they had edited that out. Unlike Logan, he had a couple of tattoos. She didn't like tattoos and wouldn't permit Logan to mar his perfect body. But these tattoos were small. They almost looked like the washable kind.

"He does this with all of you watching and filming him?" she asked.

"Yes, and we don't even have to pay him," said Madison. "He's got amazing energy. Even after he comes, he's ready for more. I don't think you could handle him, Vanessa. Did you see the way he pounded Alexis in the oyster position? She said that she still has bruises, but she doesn't care, because she had so many orgasms she didn't want him to stop.

He does whatever he wants with us, and he's totally in control. We're afraid some night, he might want anal. That huge thing would tear us apart if he did. But we're hooked on him like drug addicts."

Vanessa didn't say anything for a while. She resented the tone of condescension Madison was using in the conversation, as if she and her other friends had graduated to the big leagues of sex while Vanessa was still playing baby games. And she was really turned on by their mystery man, even by the idea of losing control.

"Does he do this with other women?" she asked Madison, trying to sound curious instead of interested.

"I don't know, but if you're asking whether you can join us one night, the answer is yes. He wouldn't mind. He'd probably get really excited by a new woman, and there's no telling what he'd do. I can read your mind, Vanessa. I know you too well. You're intrigued by the idea, but you've got Logan under control, and it would be too big a risk."

"Don't worry about Logan," she said. "But you're right. I'm not like you girls. I want things predictable. I want them to go the right way for me. That's why I'm happily married. This thing with you and that guy; sure you are all enjoying it, but it's just another distraction keeping you from growing up and finding that special person that you will be happy with."

"You're right, Vanessa," said Madison. "But while we're looking for that person, we certainly are having an amazing time, wouldn't you say?" Her grin of superiority as she said this made Vanessa's blood boil.

"I'll tell the girls not to bring this up with you again, since you disapprove," said Madison. "But should you ever want to take a walk on the wild side, just let us know, and we'll tell you when we're having our next party."

"I don't mind hearing about your exploits," said Vanessa. "You don't have to tiptoe around me. I'm always willing to listen to whatever you're comfortable sharing with me."

"Then I'll tell you we've got a session booked tomorrow night," Madison said. "Want to join us?"

"Sorry," said Vanessa. "I'm busy."

"I was lying," said Madison. "I just wanted to see what your reaction was. 'Sorry' isn't a very strong answer, is it? I can tell that you'd love to join us. I'll tell the others about our conversation, and we'll definitely be thinking about you at our next party."

Vanessa was angry, but she clenched her teeth and said nothing.

After a few similar conversations between Vanessa and her other friends, Madison called Logan at work a couple of weeks later. "I think she's ready," she told him. "When is the next night that you don't have to work late?"

"I can get off early Friday afternoon," he said.

"OK," she said, "then it's Friday at seven at the hotel I told you about. We'll be there early to set up the lights and cameras the way we rehearsed. I'll call you Friday at four and tell you the number of the suite.

"Here's where you have to be a really good liar. You have to tell Vanessa that on Friday she shouldn't wait up for you, because you're going to be tied up until after midnight. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Leave it to me," he said, and she noticed the excitement in his voice.

"OK, because I'm calling Vanessa as soon as I hang up with you," said Madison.

"Hi, Vanessa," said Madison. "I'm on the run, but I wanted to give you a quick call because we've booked our next session Friday night."

"What?" said Vanessa.

"You know," said Madison. "You said you like us to share everything with you. We'll enjoy knowing you're thinking about us Friday night." 

"I won't be thinking about you, because we have a dinner date with some friends," said Vanessa. "Where are you doing this?"

"Oh no," said Madison. "That's the one thing we're not sharing. If you want to come, I will escort you there because I want the pleasure of watching you from the moment I pick you up. And don't tell me you won't be thinking of us Friday night, you liar. I've got to go now. Bye."

The next day Vanessa called Madison. Madison could tell she was having a hard time controlling her voice. "Logan has to work late on Friday," she said, "So our plans are canceled. If I come with you, will I have to participate, or can I just watch?"

"Sorry," said Madison. "We don't want any disapproving wet blankets spoiling the fun. If you can't let go for one night, you're not coming."

"Then forget it!" said Vanessa and slammed down the phone.

Thursday night, she called Madison at home. "What time are you picking me up tomorrow," she said.

"Six-forty-five," said Madison. "And don't keep me waiting."

They didn't say anything during the car ride, but Madison noticed Vanessa couldn't sit still. And she was almost bouncing as they walked into the lobby and got into the elevator. When they stopped at the door of the room, Vanessa took a deep breath while Madison knocked. Then things started happening quickly.

The door opened, and Alexis was there naked, ushering Vanessa into the room. "Quickly," said Madison, who was pushing her from behind and got them both in and the door shut behind them. Bright lights were shining into their eyes, and the first thing that Vanessa saw was Ashley aiming a video camera at her.

The next thing she saw was the naked Logan walking toward her and saying, "Surprise!" She screamed in shock, but his kiss smothered the scream. He held her and gave her a deep kiss, but she wasn't receptive. She struggled in his arms, trying to free herself.

"Let her go," said Madison, and when he did, the scream started again, but again was quickly cut off as Lauren put her mouth over Vanessa's and embraced her. Lauren was the largest of the friends, at five-nine, and worked out regularly with weights. She was strong, and she pulled Vanessa tight, while keeping their mouths locked. Then Madison reached over with her thumb and index finger and squeezed Vanessa's nostrils together.

The tight clinch squeezed the air out of Vanessa, and the smothering mouth and squeezed nose wouldn't let her breathe. She struggled wildly for a while but gradually became weaker and weaker. When Lauren felt her becoming dead weight, she lifted her mouth off her, and Madison took her fingers off Vanessa's nose.

They carried the limp Vanessa to the bedroom, where Logan was waiting on the bed. Madison whispered into her ear as they helped her. "You'll soon be able to say whatever you want and scream as loud as you wish," she said. "But you need to be quiet until we get your clothes off or else we'll need to kiss and hug you again. I want you to know that this surprise is our idea, and we tricked Logan into getting involved."

She didn't know whether Vanessa heard her, but when they lay her on the bed and began to remove her clothes, she didn't resist. Then the women carried her to the bathroom.

When they returned, her friends pushed Vanessa onto the bed, and as they did, she began screaming. But after a couple of words, she stopped and looked shocked. When she screamed, her voice was tiny and sounded like Donald Duck. She said a few more words and stopped again.

"That was the helium from the balloon that we fed you," said Madison. "We've got some more balloons in reserve, because we don't want to alarm anyone at the hotel with loud noises, but we also want you to express your feelings as much as you want tonight.

"You've probably realized it already, but tonight is the night you've been promising Logan for a long time. You're finally going to give him your ass. He said you had told him it would be happening really soon, so we persuaded him to make it into a special party and do a video. He was reluctant about the video until we showed him the videos you made of the two of you and he realized you enjoyed watching those kinds of videos.

"So we rehearsed this and have all our camera cues written down to get the best angles on each position he's going to use. And then, after Logan has thoroughly initiated your ass, there are a couple of surprises to finish things off. So let's get started with that spoon position. You know what to do, Logan, so I'm not going to say anything. We want the soundtrack to be filled with the sounds of love from you and Vanessa."

After a few high pitched squawks when Logan first entered her ass in the spoon position, Vanessa stopped speaking and all they heard was her breathing patterns. She tried to control them, but she couldn't control her agonized facial expressions and frantic eyes, and even the breathing broke down after a while. All she could do was blow out fast short breaths.

Once they shifted to the lap-sitting position, little noises began coming from her mouth. Again, she tried to prevent them, but the discomfort was too strong. And when he began gaping her, she shrieked, or they would have been shrieks, but the regular doses of helium turned them into the hysterical sound of that duck on the TV commercials.

The shrieks continued through the doggie positions. By the time Logan was bouncing her like a basketball in the Viennese Oyster position, she was totally out of control. She gasped, she squirmed, she squealed, she twisted, she grimaced.

When he was finished with that, she was exhausted and they had to repeat her choice twice. Should he continue to pound her ass and come inside her or would she bring him off with her mouth? By this time, her voice was so weak that they had stopped using the balloons, and her screaming, gasping, choking and sputtering were muted as he exploded into her throat.

After it was over, each of her friends gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then they got dressed while looking at her. First, she lay on the bed in a fetal position. As she recovered, she sat up and stared at them while breathing deeply. Hatred flashed from her eyes.

When Logan went to her, she first pushed him away with a soft cry, but a moment later, she pulled him to her and collapsed in his arms crying. He helped her get dressed and lifted her to her feet. She screamed from pain when she took her first step, and then she tried to keep her legs close together as they walked to the door. She stopped him when they got there and painfully turned around and looked at her friends. The room was completely quiet.

Taking a deep breath, she said in a quavering voice, "I will never talk to any of you again for the rest of our lives. And if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to get even with you bitches." Then she turned and hobbled out, leaning on Logan.

Logan called Madison at her office a couple of days later. "She's still angry at all of you, but she's forgiven me," he said. "Give her some time. It still hurts when she walks. Once she's back to normal, I'm sure she'll want to see you again."

"Did she say anything about the surprise party?" asked Madison.

"No. I explained that we were only doing what we would have done anyway, but I thought it would be fun to go along with your surprise idea instead of waiting for her to make arrangements. I said that at first I was shocked when I saw the videos of us, but I wanted her to know that she didn't need to keep them secret and that I was all right with having sex in front of cameras and that was another reason for the surprise party."

"So she didn't say anything about us?" said Madison.

"No, the only thing was when I started talking about what good friends you were, she shut me up and said not to mention any of you again," he said. "That's why I think you need to give it time."

A month later, Logan called Madison again.

"Thanks for the video," he said. "It was really amazing the way you guys edited it and added the music in the right spots, where things were funny or dramatic. Vanessa couldn't wait to see it, and after dinner, we watched it twice. I won't tell you what we did after that, but it was fantastic and exhausting for both of us. I think she wants to watch it again tonight.

"She still doesn't want to talk to you, but she asked me to see if you would also send us all the raw footage from every camera. Evidently she wants to look at every second from every angle."

"No problem," said Madison. "How are the two of you getting along?"

"Better than ever," said Logan. "I didn't think I could love her any more than I already did, but I do. And she's more loving than I can ever remember. We are even talking about starting our family."




Whipped Cream



It was a Friday night. Jenna was at home getting ready for her date with Lee. She straightened her hair and put on her make up. She decided to wear her faded jeans and a green v-neck shirt. Putting on her black flip flops, and grabbing her purse, she headed downstairs to wait for Lee to pick her up. Ten minutes later Lee pulled up in the driveway, walking up to the door. Jenna opened the door.

"Hey," Jenna said, smiling.

Smiling back, "You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah," she said, "let's go."

Walking to his car she asked, "So, what are we going to do tonight?"

"Well," he said, "I thought we could either go to a movie, or we could just rent a couple movies and go back to my house."

"Your house sounds good," she said, "as long as we can get stuff for ice cream sundaes."

Laughing he said, "Yeah we can do that."

"Okay, good," she said smiling.

Pulling into the video store parking lot, they both got out of the car. 

Once inside, he asked, "So what kind of movies should we get?"

With a smirk on her face she said, "Well, since you don't like horror, we cant get any of those," teasing him.

Laughing at her comment he said, "What about a comedy then?"

"Sounds good to me," she replied.

Walking to the comedy section they began looking for a movie to rent. 

"What about Role Models?" Jenna asked. 

"Yeah, I like that one." Lee said, "Let's pick one more."

"What about Waiting?" Jenna asked. 

"Yeah that's fine." Lee said. 

Grabbing the movies from Jenna, they walked to the front counter so he could check them out. After the video store they went to the grocery store to get the stuff for ice cream sundaes.

"What kind of ice cream do you like?" Lee asked.

"Vanilla, if that's okay with you," she replied.

"Yeah that's fine," he said.

They walked to the ice cream isle and grabbed the vanilla ice cream, they then grabbed chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream. They walked to front of the store to check out. Once they paid, they walked outside to his car.

Once they got to his house, they both got out of the car, carrying the bags and movies inside. 

Once they got in the house, Lee put the ice cream in the freezer. Jenna took the syrup and whipped cream out of the bag and set them on the counter. 

"So," Jenna said grinning, "where are we going to watch the movies?"

Smiling, Lee said, "My room."

Grinning, "You're room eh?" she said.

"Yeah," He said, with a grin on his face.

"Okay then," Jenna said, "lead the way."

Grabbing the movies, Lee started walking towards his room, as Jenna followed him. Once they got into the room Lee shut the door behind them.

"What movie do you wanna watch first?" He asked.

"I don't know," Jenna said, "how about Role Models"

"Fine with me," Lee said.

As Lee put the movie in, Jenna took her shoes off, and got on the bed on her stomach facing the TV. 

After he put the movie in, turning around to hop on the bed with Jenna, he noticed he could see straight down her shirt. Trying not to make it obvious, he grabbed the DVD remote and got on the bed with his back up against the wall. 

About a half hour into the movie, Jenna turned around and looked at Lee.

"Want some ice cream now? Cause I kinda do," Jenna said.

"Yeah, let's go get some," he said.

Lee paused the movie then they both got up off the bed and headed downstairs. Lee got the bowls and spoons while Jenna got the ice cream. They each scooped ice cream into their bowls, putting chocolate syrup and whipped cream on their ice cream. As they were heading upstairs Jenna grabbed the can of whipped cream in case she needed more. 

Once they got upstairs, they both sat next to each other on the bed with their backs against the wall. Jenna set the whipped cream between then just in case he wanted some too. Lee pressed play on the remote and they started watching the movie again. 

Jenna noticed Lee kept staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Tell me," she said.

"You've got a little chocolate syrup on your lips," he said.

Jenna wiped the left side of her mouth.

"Not there," he said, "let me get it for you."

Lee set his bowl down on the side table next to his bed, slowly inching towards Jenna. He slowly began kissing her, sucking the chocolate off her bottom lip. He slowly inches away from her mouth. 

"Mmm," he said, "You taste good," he said grinning.

"Mmm, oh yeah," she said grinning seductively, "want another taste?"

"Mmm hmm," he replied

Grabbing her ice cream bowl, he sets it on the table next to his bowl. Lee begins kissing her again, slowly moving on top of her, sliding his hand up her side.

Moaning, Jenna moves her hands up Lee's sides, grabbing his shirt, pulling it up towards his head, Lee moves away from her for an instant, letting her pull it off, dropping it to the floor. Rolling over, turning Lee onto his back, straddling him. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt as she slowly pulled it up over her head, tossing it to the floor. Leaning towards him, putting both hands on each side of his head, she begins kissing him hard, making him want more. Flicking her tongue against his, sucking on his bottom lip she pulls away. 

Grinning, "I have an idea," she says.

"Oh yeah, and what might that be?" he replies.

"Just sit back and relax," Jenna says.

Jenna slowly slides herself down Lee's body. Unbuttoning his pants, she gets off the bed, moving to the foot of the bed, yanking his pants off, throwing them on the floor.

Getting back on the bed, straddling his waist, she reaches for the can of whipped cream. Jenna slowly makes of trail of whipped cream from the waistband of his boxers up to him chest. 

Setting the can aside, she slowly slides her way down his body, so she can lick up the whipped cream. Looking up at his as she slowly licks up the whipped cream by his boxers, slowly working her way up to his chest. 

Licking her lips seductively, "Mmm, yummy," she says grinning.

Jenna slowly starts kissing her way down his chest, down his stomach, all the way down to the waist band of his boxers. Looking up at him as she slowly grabs the waist band, pulling his boxers down slowly. 

Grabbing the can of whipped cream, she puts some on the head of his cock. Looking up at his seductively she puts his cock in her mouth, sucking off the whipped cream. She slowly starts sliding her mouth up and down his cock, moaning with it in her mouth.  

Lee gasps, grabbing a handful of her hair as she sucks harder. Sliding her lips up his cock, sucking on his head again as she slowly starts to jerk him off.

Wanting to cum in her, he stops her before she finishes him off.

"My turn," he says.

Rolling her off him, onto her back, he slowly begins kissing her neck, making her moan, he starts slowly moving his way down her collar bone, moving down to her cleavage. 

He undoes the front of her bra, exposing her tits. He then grabs the can of whipped cream, putting some on her left nipple. Looking up at her, he slowly puts his mouth over her nipple, sucking on it, slowly biting it as he plays with her other tit. 

He then puts whipped cream on her other nipple, sucking on it, sucking all the whipped cream off, as he plays with her other tit. Straddling her legs, he undoes her pants, pulling her jeans and undies off, throwing them on the floor. He slowly moves his way down her body, slowly kissing his way down her stomach, kissing her inner thighs. 

Lee slowly spreads her legs apart, spreading her pussy with one hand; he slowly begins licking her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He slowly slides two fingers deep into Jenna, sliding his fingers in and out of her, slowly twirling his fingers inside her.

Moaning loudly, Jenna grabs onto his shoulders, digging her nails into them. 

"Oh god!" Jenna gasps, "I can't stand it anymore, I want you in me now."

Making his way up her body, he asks, "And how do you want it?"

"I want you to bed me over your bed, fuck me from behind," she replies. 

They both get up off the bed, Jenna bending over the bed, Lee getting behind her, grabbing her hips, sliding his cock in her pussy. 

"Mmm, yeah," she gasps, "fuck me hard"

Grabbing her hips tightly he begins pounding her pussy, making her moan loudly. Jenna grabs the sheets with her fists. 

Grunting, "Someone likes it rough," Lee replies.

Lee grabs Jenna by her hair, pulling her towards him, he starts kissing her neck, pounding harder. Jenna starts slamming back against him, moaning louder then ever, grabbing the sheets tighter. 

Jenna puts her hands between her legs, she begins rubbing her clit as Lee puts his arm around her playing with her tits. 

Moaning loudly, "Mmm yeah, I want you to flip me over, I want you suck on my tits," she demands.

Pulling out of her for a quick second so she can flip over, she then spreads her legs wide. Lee slamming his cock back in her. Slamming her harder and harder, making the bed slowly move across the floor. Lee bends down and begins sucking on her left tit as he plays with the right. 

Jenna begins moving her with him, moaning louder and louder.

"Oh god, harder," she gasps, "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me Jenna," he demands. Putting her legs up on his shoulders, he starts slamming harder and harder, she grabs the sheets tightly with her fists, arching her back. 

"Ohhhh godd!" she screams, "I'm cumming."

"Good girl," he grunts.

Slamming harder then ever, making Jenna scream, he begins cumming deep in her pussy as she cums all over his cock. 

They are both spent, Lee collapsing on Jenna, both gasping for air. 

Grinning, "Mmm," she moans, "so much for watching movies."

Laughing, Lee said, "Well I think I enjoyed this way more then the movie."

Shutting the TV off, they both get into his bed and go to sleep. 



Whipped Cream



 (also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites)

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Stuttgart in Germany has several underground shopping centres, built as part of their metro system. Thoughtfully, they've also provided public toilets, some ideal for cottaging.

One such is on the outside of an underground section, the entrance door facing the castle park -- excellent for just lazing on the grass watching the world of men come (hopefully cum) and go. Just after dusk the castle park is an excellent place to take your latest conquest behind a tree and do what comes naturally.

There are people around, but it's too dark for them to see what's going on just yards away from them. Anyone aware of such things might be alerted by the occasional groan or "Oh fuck" (in several languages), but the general public isn't usually aware.

This is the first tale of encounters in that cottage and park.

===

I was on my way back to my hotel, at the far end of the park, and just happened to drop in to the cottage ... to see what might be available. It was almost nightfall, and very quiet, so I didn't hold out much hope of getting any action. The urinal is metal, with no partitions, in a U shape. I stood myself at a corner where I could see the door and waited hopefully, with a half-hard-on. And waited, and waited.

Patience is a virtue, and virtue brings its own reward (they say). And, on this occasion, so it did. A lanky black man came in, looked round and saw me (I'd more or less hidden my cock with my hand) and took up position halfway along one side of the U, closer than most straight men would stand. He pulled out his cock and pissed, looking down at his cock so that I had a chance to stare sideways at it. A nice long floppy dusky hosepipe with a bunched foreskin.

He shook, but continued to stand there -- it doesn't take long to make it clear that you're not just there for a piss -- and I stared more openly as his cock swelled and lifted. Soon he glanced over at me (by this time my cock was fully erect and jutting out fiercely) and he seemed to like what he saw. He grinned, and tucked himself (with some difficulty) into his trousers and walked outside.

I quickly made the decision that he'd definitely been interested, so I wedged my hard-on across my thigh and followed him. He hadn't gone far -- just away from the lights near the shadow of some trees, and he was looking back at me. Casually I wandered towards him; he stepped completely into the shadow, and as I reached him and my eyes became used to the gloom I saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it gently.

Dropping to my knees I slid his still half-hard erection down my throat until the musky smell of his crinkly pubic hair was right under my nose. He groaned softly, but then said with an American accent, "Not here. You gotta place to go?"

"My hotel is at the other end of the park," I replied, standing up and adjusting my own erection, which by this time was agonizingly uncomfortable.

"OK, let's go."

As we wandered across the park he told me that he was a US serviceman on leave for the weekend, and that he'd had no sex action for nearly a week. I drooled.

Luckily, I had my own key to the outer door of the hotel, so we were able to go in unobserved. Up to my room, in, and lock the door. We both quickly stripped and he lay down on the bed. Kneeling between his legs I sniffed at the strong musky odour of his crotch -- a great turn-on. Again I slid his half-hard cock into my mouth and throat until I gagged slightly, which made him groan as my throat muscles massaged him.

Despite my best ministrations, I couldn't get him any harder (and never did, all the time he was there). My arse winked with disappointment, as I knew I could never get a half-hard cock into my tight hole. So I just continued sucking him, holding his big balls pulled away from his groin, enjoying the taste of his copious pre-cum and the fantastic sexy smell of his body.

Just as I was going to suggest that he move down the bed so that we could 69, he started to thrust his hips up rapidly, a long stifled moan came from him, and he absolutely filled my mouth with tangy cum. "Damn," I thought, "that's the end of his interest in this evening's fun!" When he finished coming, which he did in one long stream, not in separate spurts, I backed my mouth off his cock and swallowed the huge load. Very tasty, thick and satisfying.

I lay down beside him, assuming that he'd get up and dress and leave, but he rolled over towards me and grabbed my erection, which by this time was leaking pre-cum like a waterfall. He rubbed the fluid over the head of my cock, which very nearly made me come, and kissed me, tasting the residue of his own cum.

"Gotta condom?" (A man of very few words.)

"In the bedside table drawer."

He tore open a condom packet and rolled the rubber on to my rigid cock, then bent down and slurped the whole thing into his mouth, dribbling spit everywhere. I was nearly hysterical with lust by this stage, and hoped he wasn't just going to suck me off into the condom (an extremely unsatisfying feeling!) But no, he squatted over me (facing me), located the head of my cock at his hole, and slid straight down until he was sitting on my hips.

Both of us groaned slightly at the hot full stuffed feeling, then he grabbed my nipples and started to do squat-thrusts. American military training is extremely good for one's sex life, I decided, as he continued doing this long after my muscles would have cramped up. I held on to his cock, still slippery with the remnants of his cum, and it returned to that firm but floppy state that seemed to be the limit of his erection. 

I couldn't move much, as he sat down on my hips each time he bottomed out, but he was doing such a good job I didn't need to move at all. My mind and body just fused into a gigantic cum-machine, waiting for the trigger to make it explode. After a good ten minutes of this action, he reached behind him and squeezed my balls, just as he was at the bottom of his thrust. A feeling that I at first thought was pain, then a throbbing urgency, then a set of wild spasms, and then I came.

Oh god, how I came! And so did he -- out of that hosepipe of a cock sprayed another vast load of creamy cum. His arse tightened round my cock as he came, and I came again! I pulled the pillow over my face to stifle my scream (I'm a very noisy cummer!) and we both panted with the exertion.

He pulled off me, took off the condom, emptied it on my chest, and lay down on me, belly to belly, chest to chest, squishing his cum and mine between us. The wonderful bleachy smell was almost overpowering, and we kissed frantically as our heartbeats returned to normal.

It would have been nice to have a sleep and then do it all again, but sadly he had to leave. I offered him a shower, but he wanted to keep the spunk on him as a memory of a fantastic encounter. As he left we had a kiss and a hug, and I collapsed back on the bed, smearing the remnants of our cum-loads off my belly and chest and then licking my hand clean.

The following day I didn't wash it off, and all the time I was shopping I could smell, rising from inside my shirt, that wonderful sexy odour. I was half-hard all day.

===

Whipped Cream: Two

It was quite late. I'd had a good dinner and some beer with friends from the conference I was attending, and was walking back through the pedestrian underpass towards the park and my hotel. I needed to piss anyway, and I thought it wouldn't do any harm to check out the action, so I popped into the cottage which faces the park.

To my disappointment, nobody else was there. I pissed and then stood with a half-hardon showing, hoping for some action. After a few minutes an old man came in, mumbling to himself, had a piss all over his shoes, and went out again.

Then a man came in who made my cock firm right up immediately: about 6 feet tall, big but not fat, extremely dark-skinned with fantastic hairy forearms, and an interesting face with a big slightly hooked nose and deep brown eyes. He stood so close to me in the (quite large) urinal area that I knew he must be looking for cock, just like me, so I didn't bother to hide myself or hide my interest in him. And what a cock came out of those trousers! About 7.5", straight, fully erect, and extremely thick. My mouth watered.

But just as I was about to move towards him and take hold of his cock he tucked it away and went out. Damn! I quickly zipped up and followed him outside. He headed towards a semi-circular seating area surrounded by dark bushes; the lights outside the cottage hardly illuminated this far, so it was quite a good place to meet. Anyone coming towards us would be in the lit area and we would see them long before they saw us.

He sat on the back of a bench with his cock drooping out of his fly. I knelt on the seat in front of him and sucked him right in. Soon I realised that I couldn't possibly take all of him in my mouth once he was fully erect, which happened very quickly. His cut cock oozed huge amounts of pre-cum that tasted of exotic spices, and I lapped it up eagerly. After a while my jaw was getting tired, so I pulled off him and sat down.

Sitting next to me he tried to speak to me in German. I quickly realised that his German was even worse than mine, and this wasn't going to get us far. "Which country are you from?" I asked, in German. "Maroc," he replied. Ah, Morocco, so I switched to French, assuming (correctly) that he would speak quite good French. We had a short chat, but soon it was down to business again.

He knelt in front of me and pulled down my trousers and underwear. He licked and then sucked my cock, but not with any great enthusiasm or skill. Then he raised my legs and started rimming me with a hard wet tongue. This was delicious and made me extremely horny, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to fuck me with that monster. Much as I enjoy being fucked, his cock was just too thick for it to be anything other than agony for me, and probably not very satisfying for him, either.

I explained that he was too big to fuck me; he looked disappointed, but contented himself with sliding two fingers inside me while continuing to suck. By this time I was ragingly horny, and I asked him if I could fuck him. "Non, non!" he exclaimed, "Jamais [never]." Pity, his cheeks were solid and muscular, and it would have been a lovely tight fuck.

He stood in front of me and fed me as much of his cock as would fit, thrusting it in and out just a little. I slid my tongue along the underside of his meaty frenum, which created little spurts of delicious pre-cum, and his cock got even harder and thicker. I could tell that he wasn't going to last long.

After another few minutes of this, he grabbed hold of my ears and started thrusting more forcefully. Three strokes and he grunted, then yelled, as five hefty spurts of cum shot into my mouth so quickly that I didn't have time to swallow between them. As he withdrew his still-leaking cock I swallowed quickly and then licked his cockhead to get the residue.

I looked down at my own cock, hoping he would get me off, too, but he just grabbed my nipples and watched as I wanked myself just a few times before shooting cum up into the air. Fantastic orgasm. I sat for a moment to recover, then stood up and went to hug and kiss him, but he pulled away. (A lot of Arabs will not hug or kiss or be fucked.)

We made an arrangement to meet in the same place the following night, but he didn't turn up. However, what happened instead was worth waiting for ...

===

Whipped Cream: 3

I was frustrated -- seriously frustrated. Even my legendary patience waiting for something to happen at the Stuttgart cottage was becoming exhausted. It was early evening on a Thursday, and I was hoping for some horny men to finish doing whatever shoppers enjoy doing in shops, and come and satisfy me. I hadn't even had a solitary wank for 2 days (almost a record for me!)

The tree against which I'd been leaning to observe the (in) action was gnarled, scratchy, and uncomfortable. Few men had even entered the toilet; none had stayed long enough to be searching for the same thing as me -- spunky cock.

Ah hah! At last! Now who's this ...? So blond that he must be Scandinavian, a fringe of beard on a beautiful suntanned face, red and black plaid shirt, and tight jeans. He came nearer along the path: tight, *tight* jeans, no underwear, cock straining the material down his left leg, and when he turned to go into the cottage such a wonderful taut bum was displayed that I felt precum spurt into my own jeans. Please, god, let him be gay. Please, god, let him be cruising. Please, *please*, god, let him fancy me.

I rushed towards the door -- as fast as one *can* rush with an erection that threatens to tear its way out its confinement. He was still there, halfway along the curved stainless steel urinal. I resisted the urge (barely) to sidle up behind him and cup his buns in my hands, and settled for a position at the urinal that didn't quite overlap his personal space.

And I ogled him shamelessly. If he was straight and offended let's just hope that he would zip up and leave, rather than using violence against this outrageous lecher (me!). I'm not a small man, but he was a good three inches taller than me, heavier and fitter, and if he hit me I'd go down like a log -- well, a log with a branch sticking up.

He didn't zip up; he didn't leave; he didn't hit me; he didn't even look at me. But, yes! He was plainly cruising -- that cock was now so erect that he couldn't possibly get it back inside his jeans. Not such a huge cock, about six inches, but straight and smooth with creamy skin and a big fold of foreskin pulled back from his cockhead. A very good mouthful, my mouth told me as it produced enough saliva to suck off an elephant.

It was about now that I realised that I hadn't even taken my cock out, not even to pretend to piss. I wrestled my mean monster (six and a half inches, uncut with a short foreskin and a big fat plum head) out of its prison. This took some time and not a little pain, as I had to bend it to get it through my fly. He looked on in amusement. Yes! He looked!! And his cock throbbed up and down a few times. Yes! He's interested!!

I stood there, my crotch thrust forwards, just holding the base of my cock. If I'd even touched the head I'd have come all over the place. Dangerously close to losing it, I breathed deeply and waited for the urgent spasm of lust to subside. Precum dripped from my slit, then turned into a single column of drool that almost reached the floor. I longed to gather it up on a finger and savour it. I longed for my Norse god to gather it up on *his* finger and savour it. Even more I longed for him to wrap his sensual lips round my cock and siphon up anything I had to give.

He turned towards me slightly, and I could see that his balls were out of his fly, too. Smooth skin, just a hint of blond pubic hair, eminently lickable. From somewhere my mouth found more saliva. Frankly, I drooled, from both mouth and cock. He began to slide his fingers up and down his cockshaft. Now he was leaking precum, too. I imagined the taste of his cock and precum, and nearly came on the spot. Brazenly I turned to face him, the shimmering rope of precum swinging below my impossibly hard cock. He licked his lips, and I nearly came on the spot.

Shit! Fuck!! Someone else coming in. I hastily turned back towards the urinal. A man with a kid. Blondie and I both attempted to hide our erections with a strategically placed hand. The kid pissed with his father's help, then was taken to wash his hands. The hand dryer breathed lukewarm air. Drying his hands took forever. 'Hurry up, piss off, fuck off,' my mind clamoured as the man spent whole minutes rearranging the way his son's shirt was tucked in. But at least they hadn't looked at us and wondered why we were both standing there with strained expressions on our faces and our hands in a funny position.

At last, at *last*, they left. We hastily turned towards each other, ready to get down to business. Oh no! Another interruption!! We resumed our strange stance. An old man shuffled in, took a quarter of an hour to undo each button ('for fuck's sake, get a zip!') and pissed briefly, then took more aeons to do up his trousers again. At least he didn't stop to wash his hands -- we'd both have turned into fossils before he'd finished!

He wandered out. Just as we reached for each other's cocks the door opened again. I couldn't believe our bad luck. This time the Scandinavian shook his head regretfully, and did a curious motion pushing his bum out at the back in order to make enough room to force his erection back inside his jeans. He waddled out, clearly in some pain.

The new arrival was a youngster. I thought at first he was a schoolboy, but as he walked to the far end of the urinal I realised that he was at least twenty, just very slightly built and with no facial hair. Because of the curve of the urinal, I couldn't see him without actually turning round, so I just stood there, achingly erect, waiting for him to finish pissing. No sound of pissing. Hmmm. I risked a glance over my shoulder. He was standing with his back to me, somewhat hunched over, but there was no sign of wanking action.

Minutes passed. Still no sound of pissing. Surely he must be cruising? I turned right round and pointed my loaded weapon at his back, willing him to turn round. And he did! God is definitely a woman, and she has a sense of humour. Never in my life had I seen such a mismatch as between the lad's slight frame and his magnificent cock. I gasped. I drooled some more. My asshole twitched, imagining that monster sliding in. I nearly came on the spot. I begged for someone to produce a dildo with those exact dimensions.

He grinned (probably amused by the look of crazed lust on this drooling idiot!) and took a step forward. He started a slow wanking action, just moving the loose skin backwards and forwards on his shaft, making his cockhead peek out of his foreskin at each stroke. His eyes rolled upwards, his head leaned back, he was going to come! I had to have it!! I took two steps towards him ...

... and the door opened again. That god woman has an *evil* sense of humour. I went back to my original position, cursing internally like a mute with Tourette's Syndrome. The new man stood between us, pissed like a horse, shook, tucked in, zipped up, and left.

Quickly I turned back to my young friend. It was too late! He had his back to me, but I could clearly see the involuntary thrusts of his bum as he reached his climax. Now, imagine one of those pressurized cans of spray cream. Imagine emptying the whole can onto the edge of the urinal. That was his orgasm. He shook and grunted as if he were having a seizure, and the spunk just poured out in jets and ropes and swirls, stark white against the steel surface.

Half of my mind was screaming, 'What a waste!!' The other, more rational half was saying, 'That would seriously drown you!!' I contemplated the effect of drowning in so much spunk, slurping and swallowing as much as possible before the remainder filled my mouth, throat, and nose.

The lad forced his erection back inside his jeans and stumbled past me, giving me a regretful half-smile as he went out. I rushed over and stood above his outpouring. That heavenly smell made my nostrils tingle. I still couldn't believe how much he had come. Never before or since have I seen so much cum in one place. If I hadn't been so fastidious I'd have scooped some up and used it as lube on my own erection.

I collected as much of my own precum as I could and just wiped my hand over my cockhead twice. I came so hard that it made my head hurt, and I shouted. Normally my cum oozes out in thick globs all over my cockhead and hand. This time, the first three spurts shot out like rubber bullets and splattered on the back of the urinal. The rest joined the huge pile of whipped cream on the floor.




Whipped Cream



With a last regretful glance back at the monstrous load I stepped out into the cool evening air, vowing to return every day at the same time until I met the young man again. But though I had many more very enjoyable encounters there, I never got the chance to drown in his spunk.

[see my other stories under user name horny_dad or lexxjld]



Whipped Cream and Chocolate Syrup



At 6:30, Lauren promptly opened her eyes. She blinked, then yawned before finally getting up and trudging naked to the shower. The day was just beginning, and she knew it would be a great day; today was Jeff's birthday. 

She stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on full blast, waited for it to warm and pulled the knob turning the bath into a shower. The powerful spray beat down upon her back and she was filled with a tingling sensation as the warm streams hit her reminding her of cum. She smiled to herself as she reached for her shampoo. The sweet, herbal and fruity smell filled her nostrils as she lathered the soap onto her beautiful auburn hair then rinsed it out. Her bath sponge was nearby and already soaked with the sprays of water, and all it needed was a squirt of soap; it smelled of passion. 

She began to wash herself, starting with her neck and moving down to her 36C breasts; they were slicked with water and bubbles drifted off of them slowly down her body. Her nipples were pert and her aureoles seemed a darker shade than usual. She had finished washing her breasts and stomach and the sponge had made its way to her legs. She moved the sponge up and down her legs and could feel the water dripping between her legs over her beautiful, young hole arousing her and building up the anticipation for the events to come. She rinsed off the soap and hung her sponge up, and was just about to shut off the water when she had second thoughts and brought a finger down to her pussy. She rubbed her finger gently over her soft, beautiful slit, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth and safety of the shower. 

She played with herself for a moment more, rubbing and prodding but never actually entering before she shut the water off. Lauren stepped out and grabbed a fluffy blue towel, drying herself and shivering with the sudden cold; her nipples had already hardened. She wrapped the towel around her lush body and then moved from the bathroom to her room. 

Once in her room, Lauren shut the door and dropped her towel. Her room was neat and organized, but had many secrets hidden throughout. Kicking the towel aside, Lauren moved to the closet and opened the door. As she searched the interior of the closet, her eyes drifted to the full-length mirror on the inside of the door. Lauren focused her attention entirely on her naked reflection, examining herself up and down. Her hair still wet and slightly matted framed her face, and just below the tips were her ravishing breasts. 

Her eyes narrowed in on them for a moment, and a smile came to her lips; she knew she would be naked again before long, but this time in Jeff's company. Her eyes traveled farther down her body, past her smooth, flat stomach and to her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She smiled again, and her nipples hardened with anticipation; Jeff was going to have a wild time tonight. Nodding with approval, Lauren turned back to the contents of her closet and selected a plain white tank top with hook and eye loops down the front, and a short, black skirt slit on the left side. Satisfied with her selection, she walked over to her bed and wiggled into the chosen items of clothing. Once on, she stood and walked back to the mirror. Her hair was somewhat more dried to its natural color, and she turned 180 degrees, looking over her shoulder at her backside. 

She bent over a bit, and was satisfied with the amount of ass that showed. She turned to face herself again, and bent over once again, pleased with the ample cleavages that showed, and if you looked carefully enough, the pert nipples free from any restraints other than the shirt. Lauren sat to apply a thin layer of makeup to her already gorgeous face, grabbed her purse and went downstairs to the kitchen. She grabbed a paper bag and then continued on to the garage where she climbed into her little gray Altima and backed out of the driveway.

Lauren knew exactly how long it took to get to Jeff's huge house. She knew every stoplight and every imaginable obstacle that she could face. Just as she predicted, she was at Jeff's in less than 15 minutes. She climbed out of the car, noticing that the only other car in the driveway was Jeff's sporty black Toyota. She walked up to the big door and walked right in. It was only about 7:30 and Jeff would still be asleep. Lauren knew the house well and first went into the kitchen and got a drink of water. Her next stop was the bathroom, where she checked her makeup and outfit before finally going upstairs to the final destination: Jeff's room!

Lauren walked up the stairs quietly and opened the door to Jeff's room. She crept in and set her purse and bag down on the table by his bed. She smiled down on him with love and affection, admiring the beautiful picture before her. Jeff was seemingly naked, with his legs sprawled randomly out and the covers only covering the small area between his thighs and his stomach. Lauren could see his "happy trail" and knew that it led to many good things. 

She lifted up a corner of the blanket and peeked under to see that Jeff wasn't naked, but that his boxers had bunched up around his massive cock. She let out a breath full of passion and softly reached down to stroke Jeff's face. She leaned over at that perfect angle, her breasts peaking out. 

"Jeff," she said, still stroking his face, "wake up, love." Jeff blinked in his sleep and mumbled incoherently. Lauren leaned over again, her soft pink tongue extended slightly and gently licked his ear lobe seductively. Jeff slowly opened his eyes, blinking and struggling to wake up. Lauren smiled down at him and said, "G'morning, love... Happy birthday." 

Jeff, now fully awake looked up with love at Lauren; his eyes slowly traveled down to her juicy boobs, hanging almost all the way out of her top. Jeff reached for Lauren's waist and set a big hand on her hipbone. His hand was warm and Lauren sighed with the sudden caress. 

"Thank you," Jeff said, letting his hand drift down to her thigh, then back up; there was no trace of an underwear line, and he loved when she didn't wear underwear. Jeff continued to stroke Lauren's thigh and butt as they stared longingly into each other's eyes. Jeff let his hand stray a bit too far down, past the line of her skirt and moved his hand back up the inside of her skirt to her warm, round ass. She smiled, signaling for him to continue. Jeff reached for Lauren's other cheek with his free hand and pulled her down onto the bed with him. He continued to caress her smooth butt and worked his fingers into the waistband from the inside, slowly pulling it down bit by bit. Lauren laid back to aid him, and soon Lauren was lying with her eyes closed, Jeff up on one elbow, praising her beautiful cunt. 

Lauren's pink pussy lips were full and practically begged to be fucked, but they both knew that foreplay always came first. Jeff stroked Lauren's thigh, and felt himself become harder and harder until his huge cock popped out of the slit in his boxers. He continued to stroke Lauren's lower body and then slowly let his fingers glide up under her shirt. Her warm breasts greeted him happily, her nipples firm and inviting. 

Jeff pinched her left nipple with a steady pressure, and Lauren immediately reacted, inhaling deeply, her back arched. Jeff sat up and grasped Lauren's breasts, one in each hand through her shirt. He groped and fondled her impeccable breasts, and then moved to undo the hooks and eyes. His large hands probed her torso as he struggled to undo the restraints on Lauren's shirt. Lauren rested her hand gently on her stomach and with the other reached out to grab Jeff's dick, huge and standing straight out. 

Jeff moaned as his penis met Lauren's hand and momentarily forgot about his struggle with Lauren's shirt. Lauren's skilled hands moved over Jeff's cock, almost tickling it as her fingertips glided over the soft, taut skin of Jeff's dick. Lauren sat up. Jeff, on his knees before Lauren with his boxers still on was captivated by Lauren's fingers moving over his cock. Lauren laid him down and slid his boxers gently over his penis legs and threw them aside. Climbing to straddle his stomach, her lips also spread over his tight stomach. Her wetness lubed his stomach and she slid back so that her ass was right under Jeff's chin. Taking his dick at the base in one hand, she licked the tip of his penis as Jeff grabbed her firm, round ass. Lauren continued to tease him, licking and stroking his cock in sections, driving him wild with lust. She scooted forward a bit and shoved her face between Jeff's legs. Taking one of his balls in her mouth, she delicately grasped the other with her hand, probing and massaging it lightly. She sucked with a soft, constant motion over the other, tickling Jeff and making his breathing quicken.

With a final long lick, Lauren climbed off Jeff and reached for the bag. Lauren extracted a can of whipped cream from the bag and also some chocolate syrup. Handing them to Jeff, she reached into the bag once more and pulled out a large, succulent strawberry and placed it into her mouth then laid back. It was Jeff's turn to straddle Lauren, and he moved his legs to straddle hers. Shaking the can of whipped cream vigorously up and down, he bit off the cap and applied a circle of whipped cream to each of Lauren's breasts and a swirl of chocolate syrup around her belly making sure to "accidentally" spill a small amount right onto her navel ring. 

Lauren quivered with the sudden cool sensation and moaned through the strawberry. Jeff set the syrup and whipped cream aside on the bed and stroked Lauren's sides as he started to lap at the chocolate syrup with quick, taunting licks. Lauren closed her eyes and her head fell back as Jeff advanced toward her belly ring. Upon reaching the ring, Jeff suddenly quickened his motions and with a lingering lick, slurped up all of the syrup surrounding her navel. He gave the ring a gentle tug with his teeth and moved his tongue to slide it into her navel. Lauren moaned a muffled moan again and reached out to Jeff's back, pulling him up toward her breasts. Jeff obeyed and licked her left breast clean of whipped cream before he started to suck on her nipple. He moved to the next breast and did the same, but with more force and a small pink mark appeared on Lauren's fair-skinned breast. Jeff reached for the now warm chocolate syrup and squeezed some out over Lauren's thighs and pubes.

He moved down and licked her inner thigh, making Lauren shiver with anticipation. With a patronizing slowness, Jeff lapped up all the syrup, saving that over her pubes for last. He moved up from her inner thigh and very quickly moved over her hole, tongue extended. Lauren gasped with the sudden pleasure and was even more aroused as the tongue passed her hole and moved on to the syrup. Jeff licked the syrup off with a unexpected swiftness. Suddenly, Jeff sprung up from his position and grabbed the strawberry from Lauren's teeth. With the green stem in his mouth, the other round end sticking slightly out of his mouth, Jeff rubbed the strawberry gently down Lauren's body. When he got to her hole, he gently pushed it into her wet, fragrant pussy. Lauren moaned loudly, her mouth free from the restraint of the strawberry. 

Lauren spread her legs widely and Jeff grabbed each of her calves, placing her legs over his shoulders. Jeff marveled at the absolute beauty of Lauren's hole with just the stem of the strawberry peeking out. He slowly moved into her crotch, licking gently around her lips and the strawberry. He grasped the end of the strawberry with his teeth and shoved it a little farther in before drawing it out, and bringing it up to her stomach like a dog moving his treat to safety. He placed the strawberry carefully into her belly button, moving it with his mouth so that the green end was in her navel. Looking up, he licked the strawberry, tasting Lauren's sweet juices and also the slightly tart skin of the luscious red fruit. He then took the strawberry all in one bite, not bothering to spit out the stem. He chewed slowly, his green eyes locked onto Lauren's. When he had finished chewing, he swallowed the sweet fruit and moved his mouth down towards Lauren's hole, with a single strawberry seed on the lips of her cunt. 

He licked the seed gently off thinking to himself there would be many more seeds surrounding her before the day was done. After bringing the seed into his mouth, without warning, he thrust his long, warm tongue deep into the juicy depths of Lauren. Lauren screamed and grabbed onto Jeff's brown hair, her hips bucking to meet the motions of Jeff's tongue. Jeff continued to suck and lick at Lauren's pussy, enjoying the sweet smell and softness. Lauren could take no more of the torturous (in a good way) foreplay. She leapt up and pushed Jeff back so that he was sitting with his legs extended, his solid penis straight up. Lauren climbed onto his lap, and arranged herself so that her pussy lips just met the tip of Jeff's cock. 

With a sudden quick thrust, she jammed herself down onto Jeff's hard, massive dick and Jeff and Lauren both moaned with the sudden pleasure. Lauren wrapped her legs around Jeff and Jeff moved his muscular arms around her waist. With his arms guiding her, Lauren began to raise and thrust herself down onto Jeff's huge cock, pausing at intervals to relish in the pleasures of just having a huge dick inside of her. Lauren continued to grind herself into Jeff, her breasts beating against his chest and his penis beating into Lauren. Lauren's moaning became louder and louder as their fucking got more and more frenzied and Jeff thrust and thrust his powerful cock into Lauren as though he were trying to pave the way of a new subway tunnel. 

Lauren screamed as she approached a level of orgasm that she had never felt before. She gasped the air and let out sporadic shrieks that only encouraged Jeff more to pump his dick in and out of Lauren's wet, slicked pussy. Lauren clutched Jeff's back and bit his shoulder as a wonderful orgasmic feeling spread over her body, making her break out in a cold sweat. Lauren's bite threw Jeff over edge and at almost the exact instant, Jeff came, his hot cum squirting into Lauren's pussy, slicking the way even more. Their mingling cum mixed and overflowed out of Lauren's pussy onto Jeff's lap and Lauren's thighs as they continued their wild fucking. 

Lauren continued bucking up and down over Jeff and was thrown into a second, just as powerful orgasm as she arched her back so that her head almost touched the edge of the bed. Jeff grabbed onto her breasts to prevent her from falling and kept pumping his cock in and out of Lauren, small spurts of cum still flowing into her cunt. At last their orgasmic fling calmed, leaving them both satisfied and full of pleasure for the moment. The time was only 9:30, and they knew that many more sexual romps were to follow as they fell asleep wrapped up in one another and their cum drying on the sheets.



Whipped Cream & Strawberries



Sitting in the hotel room, getting to know each other better, talking and touching... hands entwined, thumbs stroking. Eventually soft kisses, tender caresses... as our body heat rises... until it is palpable between us. Over on the dresser sit two beautiful bowls, one with creamy sweet whipped cream and the other fresh red strawberries. 

I get up and go over to them... reaching in to take a strawberry then dipping it slowly in the cream... turning it... covering it. I walk back at sit the bowls on the nightstand besides us and sit back down facing you. I smile and lift the strawberry to my mouth. Sticking my tongue out to lick the cream off slowly... then sliding my tongue back inside my mouth... closing my eyes and moaning as I feel it melt in my mouth, and swallowing it down my throat. 

Opening my eyes again to meet your hot gaze. I place the strawberry to my lips and suck on it... tasting the sweet juice... sliding it in all the way and squishing it... savoring the flavor and texture... chewing it, eyes closed... and swallowing. Then I reach for another... cover it in whipped cream and lift it to you lips. Watching you lick off the cream and watching your tongue... then slipping the strawberry inside... my finger following... feeling your lips cover my finger and suck it... erotically... causing me to shiver... 

Moving my hand to cup your face, caressing your cheek. Rubbing my thumb over your lips... leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on you lips... running my tongue over them. Your lips open, inviting me inside... and I merge my mouth with yours... kissing you deeply and passionately... tasting each other... tongues playing. I grasp you tongue between my lips and suck on it... hearing you groan and grab my body, pulling me towards you. 

Feeling your hands move under my shirt and slide between us. Pulling back slightly as you lift my shirt and lower your head, nuzzling my cleavage. I feel you lips tug at my bra and you fingers undoing the clasp... running my fingers through your hair... Your hands lifting my shirt and peeling off the bra. I feel the air brush my skin and your hot gaze upon me. I watch as you reach for the bowl and close my eyes as I feel you place cold whipped cream on both breasts... covering my nipples. 

I open my eyes to see your sweet face lower and you hands lift one breast, cupping it as you lips surround my nipple, licking the cream... I moan deeply and run my fingers through your hair, immersed in sweet sensation, feeling my body grow hot and weak... trembling as you move your lips across my chest... licking your way to my other nipple... I am moaning and telling you how much I want you... how much I need you. You feel my body moving and rubbing against yours. 

You lift your self and I remove your shirt. Stroking your hot skin... fingers dancing over your chest and stomach. I feel your deep inhalation of breath and then you slide lower... down my body, peeling my pants off... and then my panties. I feel your hot breath on my thighs... your lips teasing my skin... Then you leave me for a moment and return and I feel you sliding a cream covered strawberry through my lips... softly caressing up and down... circling my clit then moving lower... You leave the strawberry held between my lips at my entrance... and you begin to lick off the cream... your sweet lips lapping at my pussy... causing my to writhe and moan... my thighs tightening around you... then I feel you take the strawberry with your tongue and chew it... chewing gently at my lips... then your tongue plunging inside while your hands lift my ass and draw me closer to you... feeling your mouth so hot... moaning and writhing... begging for you to fill me... but you keep going until you feel my legs tighten... my muscles grab at your tongue and my body erupts in spasms..... coming over you... pouring out its sweetness... 

My breathing is still rapid as you raise your self over me and I meet your hot gaze... spreading my legs and telling you how much I want your body... how much I need you to take me now... you smile and lowering your face... kiss me deeply as I feel your cock rub against my wet pussy... Then I feel you slowly enter me. I moan against your lips, "Mmmm... baby..." 

You push inside... deeply, immersed in hot wetness... feeling my warm pussy surrounding your hardness... I feel your cock pulsing inside as I grab at it with my muscles and squeeze and hold it there... then releasing you to slide out slowly and plunge back inside. Then I clutch your back and lift my hips to meet your powerful slow thrusts, in and out, over and over... slowly building up the pressure... the erotic sensations. Meeting your eyes... smiling sweetly at you... whispering "Now, baby..." and then feel your hard thrusts pounding into me... arching my back to feel your lips on my breasts... You feel my muscles squeezing you and my warmth flowing over you, making it slicker and tighter. 

I hear you whisper, "Oh, sweet pet..." as you move quicker and quicker. I watch you above me... your face tense... your moans as you thrust harder inside me... clutching you body to mine as you jerk inside me... loving watching you come... feeling you spurt inside me... filling me... merging with me... meeting you lips and kissing you deeply... rolling together. Resting side by side, bodies still merged... sweat soaked, hot against each other... lying close together... warm and sated... comfortable and soothed. Holding you close as we drift off, hands lightly caressing then falling still mine resting on your chest and yours cupping my breasts... drifting... floating... sleeping.

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Later you wake up, feeling my weight on your legs... you look down and groan, seeing the results of what I must have been doing for several minutes now. I sure look like I've been enjoying myself. You can tell by the soft smile I bestow upon you as I notice that you have awakened. You see that I have arranged several strawberries in whipped cream around the base of your already hard, upright cock. I lean up to prop a pillow behind your head and place a soft kiss upon your cheeks, your nose, your eyes, and then I attack your lips, forcing my tongue inside, kissing you deeply. 

I feel you fingers caressing my full breasts... and moan against your mouth, before I slip down your body, resting between your legs. You watch as I lean my head down and slip my tongue out to eat the first strawberry. You feel my tongue rub against your skin... nearing your cock. You watch me lap up the whip cream, take the strawberry in my mouth and chew it and swallow. You hear me, "Mmmmmm..." as I savor its taste. 

I look down at your cock, growing stiffer and reach down with my mouth to capture the next berry. You feel my cheek brushing your hardness, my hair falling over it as I suck out the berry and devour it. I eye the last berry and looking into your eyes, I reach for it... lift it up to my lips and begin to lick the cream off slowly while my hand begins to caress your stiff cock. You watch my tongue slip around it... tasting it, feel my hand stroking you lightly. 

I slip the berry in my mouth and then lower my mouth over your cock. I swallow your cock into my warm creamy mouth and begin to suck... rolling the berry in my mouth. You feel my lips caressing your hardness... the berry rolling around your cock. I slide my lips back and devour the strawberry before returning to suck lovingly upon you cock. You watch my mouth making love to your cock, licking it inside my mouth, my fingers caressing the base. You hear me moan as I feel your sweet cock begin to throb in my mouth. 

I hear you groaning out loud as I reach down to caress your thighs... stroking your hot skin... moving upwards to capture your balls in my soft hands, rolling them in my fingers... all the time stroking my wet lips up and down you hardening cock... throbbing now hot and hard in my mouth... I lift my head look into your eyes, still stroking you slowly with my fingers... and ask you if you would like to cum in my mouth. You nod, eyes glazed, your body trembling as my fingers rub your cock firmly... sliding up and down your stiffness... 

I grin and lean down and swallow your entire cock... rubbing and sucking on it... sucking hard... tightening my lips around your cock... stroking your ass... pulling you into me... sucking and licking you until I feel the blood rush... your cock jerk... over and over again... spurting your hot sweet cum down my throat. I draw it all out with my lips stroking you as you cum hard and fast... seemingly forever... until at last your body stops trembling. I kiss your thighs... your hips... your stomach. Placing light kisses up your chest until I get to your face. I hear your breath still short and deep... slowing gradually as you feel the relaxation flow throughout your body. 

Meeting your eyes, caressing your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips, on your eyes... kissing them closed, then snuggling down besides you to rest. Feeling your arms wrap loosely around me and your lips briefly brushing my forehead before we drift off into a blissful relaxing sleep.



Whipped Cream Fantasy



Is anybody here able to see a bottle of whipped cream and not immediately think naughty thoughts? Yes, it may be cliché, but who is to say that these things aren't classics for a reason? So when I found a bottle of (still good -- I checked) whipped cream left over at a hostel in Buenos Aires, I enjoyed the ambiguity of squirting some directly into my mouth whenever a certain German guy was around. 

I didn't play it up. I find that in this sort of situation it's best to act natural -- innocent, even. I prefer to let a guy's fantasy do the work. Or am I wrong in thinking that some inadvertently sexy act is even hotter, sometimes, than some overtly seductive action. There's something illicit in this private appreciation, those dirty inner thoughts. 

Of course, one can only be coy for so long. Fantasies must be taken advantage of before they expire. 

So I took some pictures. Don't bother asking for them, but imagine this: My face turned slightly upwards, tongue extended, nozzle releasing just a bit of fluffy whiteness upon my tongue. Imagine me, with a black bra, and a horizontal streak of whipped cream over the tops of my breasts. Imagine a picture of me with my eyes closed and my lips secure around the nozzle. Imagine a picture of my torso with a line of little whipped cream dots leading towards the waistband of my little tanga shorts. 

My breasts are large enough so that I can actually lick the whipped cream off myself. There is visual proof of this. After I removed my bra, I covered first the nipple with whipped cream, but that looked strange somehow, so I filled in the whole areola, and then the other one. There is a picture of my breasts squished together with white smudged all over them, and another one featuring my tongue reaching for the whipped cream on my nipple. 

I did not, however, put any whipped cream in places where my own tongue wouldn't reach. But I have discovered that the whole whipped cream thing, while sounding cliché, is actually (take my word for it) really, really hot! I got turned on with these pictures, the implied blowjob, the extended tongue, the whipped cream dribbled around my mouth in a pseudo-cumshot. Now I imagine what it would be like to try this with someone, to lick and to be licked. 

Imagine this scenario. 

You are on the bed, and I have bound your wrists together above you, but left your eyes clear so that you could see all my administrations. I'd explore the taste of each part of your body. I'd begin with a dab upon your wrist, followed by warm, moist lips lapping against it, sucking slightly. Then your fingers, taking them into my mouth one by one, and licking between them. 

Of course, your wrists are bound above you, so this involves some creative maneuvering on my part, specifically me straddling your chest and leaning forward. My breasts hang right above your face. You lap at them while I work, much to my pleasure. 

Would you like to try some? I put the bottle to your lips but I release far too much onto your mouth, on purpose, so that I can lean down and put my mouth upon yours and lick the excess whipped cream directly off your tongue. The kiss is messy and wet and sweet and I devour both the whipped cream and your tongue with earnest. You are left breathless, but I've already moved on, spraying some whipped cream along your jawbone and down your neck to the tops of your shoulders, and then following with my tongue. I have to go over the area a few times to get it all off. Then I turn the nozzle upon your waist, your ribs, where you are (maybe?) slightly ticklish. Where my tongue leaves a wet trail of saliva, I blow against the skin. Maybe you've gotten goosebumps by now. 

Finally, I run a line straight down your chest to your bellybutton. Settling myself between your legs, I make eye contact with you as I lick up from the waistband of your boxers. My fingers play under the fabric on the legs, I release your hard-on through the opening on the front and spray amply upon the head. 

Most women love ice cream. In particular, I love ice cream, and devour it with abandon. Same goes for the head of your cock on this occasion, as I lick around the head and suck at it and spray some more whipped cream on it and then suck at it some more. My eyes are closed, and you alternate between throwing your head back with the pleasure, and looking down at the sight of me sucking your cock. 

Probably I'd free your cock then, discarding the boxers somewhere in the corner of the room, and with my hand hold your erection up against your stomach. I'd then continue with a line of whipped cream that runs from just above your balls, up along the vein on the underside of your cock, and on the head. At that point I'd lick it all off, with my tongue pressed flat against your cock, applying lots of pressure. I'd lick one slow, strong stroke up your cock, and obviously all the whipped cream would smear against my tongue and my mouth. Then I'd lean up and kiss you and let you lick the sweetness off my lips while my hand grips your cock and lazily strokes. 

And by now, your cock is more delicious in my mouth than any topping could aspire to be. Though the whipped cream makes a fun prop. I release a circle of the stuff all around the base of your cock (a little desert cock ring) and lick my way around, stroking your shaft all the while, running my palm flatly over the slit on the head. And then, pulling back, I'd swallow your cock on the first stroke, and pause right there, flexing my throat muscles so that they massage the head. 

I'm close to my breaking point. Having you here like this, bound; tasting and licking you; and going at your cock with every oral sex technique that I know, it's not long before I take care of my own pleasure. There's a (strawberry-flavored) condom in my nightstand. I put it on you, put a dab of whipped cream on the tip, suck it off lightly, and then position my body on top of yours. 

I look into your eyes as I sink down, and you feel my slick and heated pussy grip your cock. I groan with that feeling, that strange indescribable incomparable feeling of being so full, of you hitting hidden places that are rarely felt or touched. And then I pull myself up so that you're almost completely out of my pussy, I look down, and you follow my gaze, and this time you SEE as well as feel how your flesh disappears within mine. 

What else needs to be said here? I place my hands upon your chest and roll my hips feeling you move inside me, and then we begin to move in synch, and you're thrusting up into me hard, as hard as you can. The room smells like sex and is filled with our moans and the taste of whipped cream lingers faintly upon our tongues and I ride you, ride you, ride you. My breasts bounce up and down but your hands are still bound, through red at the wrists by now, and you wish you could reach out and grab them, pinch at the nipples, squeeze them and think about how they overflow around your palm. 

I am panting and grunting on top of you and suddenly I cry out and my body spasms a bit and I do these little half-jumps upon your cock. I squeeze down upon your cock and this triggers your own orgasm. I lean down and we kiss fiercely, with me biting down a bit upon your lip. 

Afterwards, without quite getting off you yet, I reach up and undo your bindings. You grab me and shift our weight so that we end up side by side, and pull out. My eyes are closed and I'm breathing heavily, but upon feeling this I slide down your body and remove the condom and gently, because I know how sensitive you get post-orgasm, gently and softly place my mouth around your cock and lick it clean. 

There's always a bottle of whipped cream in the fridge after that.



Whipped into Shape



My friend Nicole had been with her personal trainer for two months now and had gone down two dress sizes. She wasn't fat to start with, she had just kept on a few extra pounds since she had the kids, but now that the youngest had started school, she decided it was time to get back to her once luscious shape. I could really see the difference. Her stomach had trimmed right down and was now flat. She'd lost all love handles and her ass and thighs were almost muscley. She had dark brown hair and stood about 5' 7". Her boobs had shrunk a bit as a result, but overall, she was smokin'! 

We were both married to successful husbands, which meant we didn't have to work and had become friends through playgroup as our youngest were the same age. I didn't put on as much weight with my kids and was always the slimmer one, until now that is. I promised myself I would workout at home, but something always distracted me, resulting in no change in my fitness. 

My name is Karen and I still had love handles and a bit of a wobbly butt. My legs could have done with some exercise but I could still turn heads with my 'D' cup boobs and shoulder length blonde hair. 

One day I was meeting Nicole for coffee at the local shopping centre when she arrived with a new summer dress on looking fantastic. It was then I decided that I would have to get in shape as well and not go about it 'half-assed'. Whatever she did in that personal training session must be working, so I thought I would find out more about it.

"You're looking great today," I said as we met.

"Yeah, I just got this dress yesterday. It's great being able to buy sexy dresses instead of the normal crap I used to have to wear." Nicole said confidently, sitting down in the booth.

"Gee, thanks! Just rub it in, why don't you." I exclaimed, not really in shock, but just mucking around.

"No, I wasn't referring to you at all. I'm just saying I feel great ever since I've been going to these personal training sessions with Victor."

"I've noticed. You haven't really mentioned anything about these sessions or Victor. Tell me all about it, as I'm interested in getting into shape too." I said.

"Well, he has this way of bringing out the best in me," She said quite proudly.

"What about me? Would he be able to bring the best out in me?" I asked. She finally got the hint that I wanted to join her in her training sessions and her face changed, blushing slightly.

Looking back down at her cup she said, "Well, his methods are quite alternative – I don't think you'd like the way he likes to work people, plus, he's very expensive. You just got that new Merc, you know. Haven't you got enough outgoings?"

That made me see red, but I didn't let on and kept my cool rather well by saying, "We're doing ok financially at the moment thanks. How much does he charge?"

"You have to sign up for 2 sessions per week over 10 weeks at $100 per session. That's $2000 up front and you might not even like it," she said. 

For some reason she was trying to put me off the idea. She did have a bitchy streak and probably didn't like the idea of me getting in shape and looking better than her. The facts were that we didn't really have $2000 to spare but to be honest, I really didn't like the way she was in better shape than me, so to hell with the money, I wanted in!

Nicole spoke to Victor and he agreed to train both of us together, so she picked me up a couple of days later as she lived nearby. We were both wearing mid-thigh shorts and sports tops. When we arrived Nicole pointed to the garage on the side of Victor's house and advised me that this garage was his 'gym'.

He must have seen us arrive because he raised the front door of the garage to greet us. He was about 6 foot tall and was wearing a black singlet with short black, tight shorts. He had a broad muscular chest and big arms. Very well toned all over, had skinny, but muscular legs. He had short dark hair, graying at the edges and looked to be in his late 40s. He was not handsome, but not ugly either and looked powerful. 

He shook my hand firmly and asked how determined I was to lose weight and get into shape. I said that I was willing to give it everything I had and nothing was going to stop me.

"Goooood," he replied, giving Nicole a sly grin.

He took all my measurements and then explained that we would do reps of 10 different exercises. Each session I would be required to do one more rep than I did in the last session. For example, with the bench press, if I did 5 reps in my first session, I would need to do 6 in the next session, 7 in the one after that and so on. He also said that the first session was free, so it all sounded great.

The gym was set out with about a half a dozen different apparatuses and weights everywhere. In the corner was a desk covered in about half a dozen folders which must have been records of his other clients.

We started working out, taking turns on the same exercise or equipment. I really wanted to get everything I could out of these sessions, so I pushed myself extra hard and did as many reps as I could. This ended up being a mistake, as I should have taken it easy and then slowly worked up more reps with each session, but part of me wanted to show off to Nicole, and I also wanted to impress my new trainer.

Nicole was up to a lot more reps than me and was struggling with a few of the exercises. Each time though, she would really push herself and get that extra rep out and then smile, happy she had done her quota. Victor was jotting down the amount of reps we both did in a folder. 

We were up to the tenth exercise – the bench press. I went first and did four reps of the weight Victor had put on for me. We were both exhausted and very sweaty as it was hot in the garage, even though there was a fan that oscillated the air around. 

I grabbed my towel and started wiping the sweat off as Nicole was doing her reps of the bench press. I didn't hear how many she had to do, but Victor was now counting down from 10 and yelling at her to finish the rest off. "Come on Nicole, you slacker, push it out... 9 to go. You're struggling already, but you've done this many before..... 8 to go. You're not going to lose your fat if you can't keep up!"

She managed to push out another 3 with Victor shouting at her before she gave up. Victor grasped the bar and lifted it up, clanging it into the bracket. Victor didn't look happy, "Ok, you were short five reps on that one. You know the drill, stand up and bend over. " 

She looked over at me before standing up from the bench. She stood up and then bent over, grabbing hold of her knees to brace herself. I thought he was going to help her stretch, because that was the last exercise, but instead he went over to his desk and opened the top drawer, taking out a leather strap.

He looked focused as he took the few steps back to Nicole and stood beside her, ignoring me. He folded the strap in half, drew it back before forcibly whipping it back down over Nicole's ass! She let out a sound like she had just trodden on something sharp. He drew the strap back and planted it down firmly again just a bit lower on her ass.

"Ok, that's two. Three more to go," he stated before bringing the strap down again. Nicole was now moving her legs around, almost jumping on the spot. The pain must have been incredible. He was strapping her ass through her gym shorts which were all sweaty around the top. Victor's hair was wet at the back from sweat as well and I could see the muscles in his shoulder flex each time he raised the strap.

I was in shock. Here I was in a garage with the door closed with a huge crazy man! I was too shocked and frightened to even talk. Normally if any of my friends was in pain or wronged in any way, I would have stuck up for them, but this was different. Nicole had bent over of her own free will and was being beaten!

He belted Nicole another two times, causing her to let out a short scream during the last one. After the fifth, he said, "Done," and then walked over to put the strap back. Nicole stood up straight and then reached for her towel which she put her face into and dried the tears and sweat away with. I had not moved since he had told her to bend over.

"That's it for today. You did well today ladies and I hope to see you again at 10am Friday." He said, quite matter-of-factly and then raised the door of the garage. We both walked out and got in the car. It was then I decided to unleash, "What the fuck was that back there?" I screamed at her. 

"I warned you he was a bit alternative and had strange methods, but who cares? I'm getting results and have never felt better. That strap just hurts soooo much, that it drives me to achieve my best and in turn get this kick-ass body," She said rather proudly.

I was in silent shock.

"So what do you reckon, are you going to go back on Friday?" She asked.

I sat there and thought about it. This Victor seemed like some sort of freak, punishing his clients with a strap if they didn't perform. But the fact was he really did create a situation where you would have to push yourself. There was no room to slacken off, like I had been doing lately. I always had been the fitter out of the two of us, so I could probably go through the whole 10 weeks without receiving a single strapping. 

"Fuck it, I'm in," I declared.

When we arrived for our second session, Victor looked rather surprised to see me. He looked me in the eyes and sternly said, "I trust Nicole informed you of the rules here. You receive a strap for each repetition missed. If you miss a total of 10 reps over the session, you get whatever punishment I decide to dish out at the end of the session. Each session, you must do one more rep of each exercise than you did in the session before. If you don't agree to these terms, please leave now and take your sagging ass with you. If you stay, you agree to my methods."

"Yep, Nicole filled me in. I want to get in shape, so let's do it," I said handing over $2000 in $100 bills. Nicole hadn't mentioned the part about receiving extra punishment if I missed 10 or more reps, but secretly I was thinking that I would be able to keep up with the pace and wouldn't ever need to be strapped.

The second session started off ok. We were both completing all of our reps, until we got to the leg press. Nicole ended up 6 short of her goal.

Victor got his strap and made her get on her hands and knees. He stood behind her and strapped her shorts-covered ass 6 times. Each time she squealed, the last strap causing her to start sobbing. I don't know if it was because she was happy for them to be over, or because he put extra strength into the last one. 

I completed all of my reps rather comfortably but Nicole missed out by 4 on the bench press again. When we started that morning, Victor mentioned that if we receive 10 straps over the course of a session, we would receive extra punishment. I guess that meant I was going to find out what the 'extra' part was going to be.

He ordered Nicole onto her hands and knees again and strapped her 4 more times with gusto. I had finished and was toweling off. "I'll just go and wait in the car Nicole, whilst you finish up in here then," I said, walking nervously toward the door. 

"No!" Victor commanded. "You must stay here and watch the rest of the punishment. That is part of the session. Come over here and stand there," he said, pointing to the floor about 4 feet from where he was standing with Nicole. I walked over and did as I was told, for fear of being punished myself.

Nicole looked nervous as he forced her up to her knees and then made her lean back so that her legs were not down touching her feet, but she was not kneeling straight up either. This must have been putting a lot of pressure on her quadriceps as she was neither up nor down. He must have wanted to work her quads.

"There......." He said, "Stay right there." He then proceeded to methodically take down his shorts and step out of them. His cock was semi-erect and jutted out about 7 inches in front of him. He kept his shirt on, which was wet from sweat and slowly moved his cock up towards Nicole's face. He put his hand under her chin and then took hold of his cock in the other hand and directed it to her mouth.

It lined up beautifully and she instinctively opened her mouth as her fed her his now erect and about 8 inch cock. She gagged slightly and blinked, I think because of the fact that his cock was so sweaty and thick.

"Ahhhhh, that's it. Suck my cock, but don't move from that position. I want your legs to get a good work-out in a static position. When you make me cum, then you can go."

He moved his hands away and placed them on his hips and leaned back slightly. Nicole began moving her head up and down, trying to get as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, but she was rather clumsy until she reached up with both hands. One grabbed the base of his cock; the other cradled his balls so she now had more control and began to get a rhythm going.

I was side onto them and after about 5 minutes I could see a change in both their faces. The strain from holding that position was causing a strained look of urgency on her face as he was beginning to get the look like he was straining to cum. He did well not to touch her head as he neared climax and instead clasped his hands behind his own head, as if he were trying to relax in a chair.

I must say I was beginning to feel turned on and could feel my pussy moisten. I was already sweaty all over and my shorts were pretty soaked, but the moisture in my pussy was different. There was something erotic about seeing my best friend sucking the cock of an older man, not because she liked him, but because he told her to.

She began moaning from the pain in her legs as he began moaning from sheer pleasure. He then grunted and began unloading into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in shock as she forced herself to swallow. She kept going without slowing down until he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. She collapsed on the floor, cum dribbling out the side of her mouth. 

He picked up his shorts and used it to clean his cock of remaining cum and saliva. "Ok girls," he said as he did this, "That's it for today. I expect to see you here at 10 o'clock sharp Tuesday morning. Don't be late, and have a good weekend."

I did have a good weekend. My muscles were a little sore from the workout, but not half as bad as Nicole's muscles and ass would have been. On the way home we both decided not to mention the details of our personal training sessions to our husbands. Just knowing that Victor used a strap would have sent both of them around to sort him out, let alone knowing that there was sexual activity happening as well. 

We justified it to ourselves as not cheating as we were only doing what we were told by our trainer, and after all we were only training so that we could look good for them Our sex lives with our husbands had gotten better as well as we felt better about ourselves. I think my husband and I fucked 4 times over the weekend and every time I pictured Nicole sucking Victor's cock.

We had agreed to arrive separately on Tuesday as Nicole had an appointment straight from training. I got caught up at the school after dropping the kids off and ended up arriving a little after 10am. The garage door was already open and I could see Nicole stretching. As I entered the garage, Victor slid the door down and he did not look happy. 

"Look at the time!" he said, pointing to the clock on the wall that read 10:04am. "You are now going to get 4 straps, one for each minute you are late." He walked directly to the desk and retrieved his strap. "Bend over and put your hands on your knees!" he ordered, "Let's get this over and done with so you don't waste any more of our time."

I had not received the strap yet and was not looking forward to it. I was still standing there in shock, holding my towel and car keys when, before I knew it, he was standing next to me, pushing on my shoulders, forcing me to bend over. I did as I was told and bent over at the waist.

I screamed as the first strap hit my ass. It hurt like crazy, but I didn't have time to recover as the next 3 followed straight away in quick succession, causing my ass to burn.

"Now, put your stuff down and begin stretching as I start exercises with Nicole."

I stood up and looked over at Nicole. She was watching me with a triumphant smirk on her face which she turned away when we made eye contact. That bitch! I suppose I deserved it. She was probably wondering when I was going to get strapped. I had pushed myself pretty well so far though, as I wanted to get results. I was also becoming addicted to the rush of completing the reps. When I did complete them, I was mentally saying, "Fuck you and your strap Victor." When I saw her get the strap I thought to myself, "She's weak; I will always be able to do the reps, so I'll keep it up."

That was all about to change today. Nicole managed to complete all of her reps without a single strap and I was on my last exercise for the day – bench press. I don't know if I used up too much energy over the weekend or what, but I ended up being 6 short on the bench press. Victor had been screaming at me to push them out, but I just couldn't do any more.

"Ok," he said, taking the bar from my hands and putting it back on the rack. "That's 6 straps I owe you, but don't move." He said, picking up his strap from the desk. I just lay there on the bench, trying to recover from the massive workout today, all the time getting nervous about how sore my ass was going to be in about 3 minutes. It was still a little sore from the 4 at the beginning of the session for being late.

"You received 4 for being late, plus another 6 now equals 10 all up. You get extra punishment."

"What?" I said in shock. "I didn't know the first 4 counted!"

"Well now you know," he said rather annoyed.

I was going to protest more, but then realized that I was at his mercy and I had better not aggravate him anymore that he already is. 

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, anxiously looking up at him from the bench as came over and stood next to my shoulder. 

"Spread your legs a little," he said. "I want to create a static resistance for your groin muscles, as well as receive punishment." My feet were up on the bench and my knees pulled up a little, making a triangle from my ass to my knees to my feet. I then did as I was told and spread them until my knees were about 12 inches apart and held them there. I could feel my groin muscles working already.

Victor then began pulling down his shorts and proceeded to step out of them completely and kick them away. He already had a hard-on which I hadn't noticed though his shorts, probably because I was too caught up in the position I was in and the punishment ahead. Nicole was standing on the other side of the bench and was looking on.

Victor took up his position next to my shoulder again and then, ordering me to stay still, raised the strap up and brought it down directly on my soft pussy.

"What the hell!" I yelled as this was not what I was expecting. He responded by bringing the strap down between my legs again onto my pussy. Once again I was going to protest, but thought better of it and stifled another cry as I kept my legs at about 12 inches apart, providing a clean shot for the strap. He had not doubled it over like he did when he had strapped mine and Nicole's ass. He kept it at one length, probably so he could reach my pussy to deliver the blows.

He strapped my pussy for the third time and, noticing that I had become accustomed to what my punishment was going to be, he moved closer to my head and lifted a leg up and over, so that he had one leg either side of my head which was on the thin part of bench sticking out. He then lowered himself down so that his ball sack lined up with my face.




Whipped into Shape



"Open up and suck my balls," he commanded. I didn't open my lips and turned my head away from his sweaty, hairy balls. For this I received another blow to my pussy, much harder than the first three. 

"Suck my balls and grab hold of my cock and jerk me off!" he said in a pissed-off voice as he moved his balls in front of my mouth which I had turned back around, facing him. I looked up and hesitantly opened my mouth. His balls were big and heavy, so I didn't know if they would even fit in my mouth. I could smell them and as I looked up I was looking at his hairy ass crack which had a few pimples on it.

He lowered them down again. This time they went in my mouth which I now had open a fair way. I reached up with my right hand and began jerking his cock while sucking on his balls.

"I'm going to keep strapping your pussy until I cum, so the quicker you make me cum, the easier it will be on your pussy, but don't bite, unless you really want to feel pain!"

The leather strap landed on my shorts-covered pussy again. I tightened my grip on his cock and began jerking quicker. I also started using my tongue to move his balls around inside my mouth, for extra stimulation. His strapping was now becoming regular, every 3-4 seconds and my pussy was beginning to react to the friction and the pain. 

Every blow was hitting me fully on the clit and lips, sometimes just the tip of the strap hit me fair on the clit. I had never sucked balls before. I didn't even do it for my husband and he had nice, normal balls. These balls were sweaty and I could smell his asshole as my nose was only about an inch from his ass and it was disgusting. I was starting to feel an orgasm coming on, so increased my gusto on his cock, wanting to make him come before I came. I did not want the humiliation of cumming in front of my friend, especially under these vile conditions.

I heard his breathing increase and with this his assault on my pussy increased in strength and speed. I couldn't help it; he was forcing me to cum, which I do at exactly the same time as his cock erupted. 

I was wearing a short top that only covered my boobs and left my stomach bare. Cum flew all over my stomach and part of my top. I kept jerking his cock until I drained the rest of the cum from it. He then told me to open my mouth. He took his balls out and replaced them with his cock, which I licked and sucked to clean up the remaining cum.

He then pulled out and then stepped back to pull his shorts back on, "That's it for today. I'll see you both at 10am sharp Friday and I trust you'll be on time Karen," he said as I got myself up from the bench. As I did, cum ran down my stomach and onto the tops of my shorts which, rather embarrassingly were drenched in the crotch region. I used a towel to clean up the cum and felt relief that the session was finally over.

It was my turn to drive on Friday and I made sure I was early to pick Nicole up. We ended up arriving 5 minutes early which was rewarded with a rare smile from Victor. We both started off ok until we got to the lateral flys. This exercise involved lying on the end of the bench used for bench press face down with our knees touching the floor and our arms hanging down each side of the bench, gripping dumbbells. We had to lift a certain amount sideways to work out lats, which Nicole just managed to do, pushing herself even harder than usual, just to get the reps out. I had my go and started feeling the pressure with 8 remaining. I didn't want another strapping so I started yelling with each lift.

With 5 to go I gave it all I had with my right arm and with a huge grunt got it up level with the bench before dropping it down. I then heaved with my left and gave it everything I had but only got it half way, before dropping it to the floor.

"That's 4 short, so get ready to be flogged like you should be, that was a pathetic attempt!" He had already grabbed the strap from the desk and was heading back with it, doubling it over. I remembered what the strap felt like from the time I was late and because of this, fear took over. 

"Noooooo!!!" I yelled and tried to get up from the bench and flip over, but being worn out from the reps, it ended up being a feeble attempt. In a blink, Victor was crouching behind me with his left hand firmly on my lower back, holding my down. I didn't have the strength to push him off. 

He quickly put the strap in his mouth and then used his right hand to pull my shorts down. I wasn't wearing any knickers and even though he did it roughly and quickly, the shorts stuck to my sweaty crotch region before letting go as he forced them to rest half way down my thighs.

"Don't ever try and get out of your punishment again!" he said in a rage, "Or you'll be out the door, never to return! I'm now gonna give them to you on your bare ass because of your disrespect!" I looked back over my shoulder, cringing as he said these words. He still had his left hand on my lower back to keep me down and his right hand was raised way back over his right shoulder, ready to lash. 

He wasn't looking at my face as he spoke, but directly at my pussy. He had only pulled my shorts down to my thighs, so my legs were still together, but I could feel cold air on my damp blonde pussy hairs. 

"Ahhhhhh!!!" I yell in pain as the strap hits my bare ass for the first time. I don't know if it was because he was in a rage because I tried to get away and he had strapped me harder, or whether it was the fact that I didn't have the protection of the shorts material, but the pain was unbearable. I tried to move but he held me fast. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked directly at his face. 

I was used to getting my own way at home when I was a girl and now that I had my own family, I only have to turn on the tears and I got anything I wanted. He looked at my face and then brought the strap down again, indifferent to my tears. I turned back around to face away from him and gave up trying to move as the third and fourth came quickly.

Victor seemed happy that he had broken me and stood up, tossing the strap onto the bench. He turned to Nicole and motioned to the next apparatus. I stood and then proceeded to pull up my shorts. Even though Victor had begun helping Nicole set up the dead lifts, I saw him glance over at my ass before my shorts were fully up. 

This is the first time anyone had seen my bare ass in a long while and I was secretly quite happy that Victor went back for a second glance. I had recently felt that my shorts and skirts were getting looser. These personal training sessions were actually working!

As hard as I pushed myself, I finished 6 short of my total on the dead lifts, bringing my total to 10.

I just stood there, not knowing what sick plans Victor had in store for me. Nicole had finished all of her reps ok again, so decided to take a seat on the floor. After all, my punishment may take a while, so why not relax and watch the show, knowing that she had earned it.

"Except for today Karen, I've been impressed with your progress. I have done well to encourage Nicole to succeed and she has shaped her body beautifully. I had better discipline you well today, so that you put more effort in on your next session. I don't plan on having you causing a failure on my books." He said.

As I stood there, my whole body was covered in sweat and it dripped off me. My boobs were wet. Above my ass crack and in my crotch were also slippery with sweat.

"Before I punish you, I'd like to check on the progress of your body shape, to see whether these sessions have been beneficial. Strip!" He commanded.

This startled me somewhat and I froze for a moment, before reaching down to lift my top up over my head. I wouldn't dare say no because otherwise I would be punished worse. I didn't know what he had planned for me, but I know I did not want to piss him off. 

I then reached behind and unhooked my bra. Leaning forward, I let it drop to the floor before standing up straight. My tits rested back to their normal spot with my nipples standing to attention. Probably from the humiliation of having to strip in front of my friend and a virtual stranger for the first time, but maybe also from the expectation of what was to come.

Standing there, I looked at Nicole for support. She had a look of concern on her face and then looked down at my shorts then nodded, opening her eyes, as if to say, "Go on, take them off too. Quick, before he gets impatient!" I turned to look at Victor whose face showed what Nicole was hinting.

I grasped the elastic of my shorts and slowly inched them off me. It was difficult to get them down as my legs were so sticky. Finally they were off so I kicked them aside and stood up straight again, like a soldier, with arms by my side, ready to be inspected. 

"Ahhh, how your body has changed since your first day," Victor said as he slowly walked around me, admiring me as someone would admire a nice car. He moved closer and ran his hand over my taught stomach. "We have done well with your stomach; it is flat now, instead of hanging over. He moved his hand up from my stomach to under my left boob and then lightly brushed over both of them and my nipples. His hand was rough with calluses from working with steel weights all day and the brushing over my boobs sent tingles through my body.

He then crouched down and ran his hand over my ass which had 4 clear red marks left from the strap earlier. He then brought his hand down to the front of my thigh and his other hand to the back of my leg, grabbing hold around the top of my leg like someone would use both hands to hold a big hamburger. 

"Your legs have firmed up as well and are quite thinner," he said as he did this, his hands just half an inch from my pussy lips. He stood back again to admire his workmanship and looked quite impressed with how he had sculptured me. I at first felt humiliated, standing there naked, but I began to feel proud as I received compliments from Victor, who was normally so hard and would never say anything nice. Looking down at his shorts, I saw that he there was a very large lump in the front of them, confirming my suspicions that he was impressed.

"Yes, I am quite happy with your progress, especially in your ass region. As I had a great deal to do with the shaping of this ass, I think it will be a fitting punishment for me to put it to good use and fuck it. It will also probably hurt a great deal, therefore be a good incentive to ensure your rep totals are met from now on." He said rather confidently, knowing that I was at his mercy and would not resist, for fear of a worse punishment.

He then grabbed my hand and began leading me towards his desk. As a reflex action from fear, I dug my feet in and leaned back, but he pulled harder on my hand and virtually dragged me. I looked over at Nicole who had an anticipatory look on her face. I think she was keen to see me get fucked in the ass, probably because she was happy it wasn't her and I think she might have even been turned on by the thought.

When we got to the desk he forced me to bend over and lean on the desk with my elbows, as it was quite a low desk. This caused my ass to sit up high and my boobs to hang down. My feet were together as I was attempting to retain some kind dignity, but this was short-lived as he wedged his foot between my feet, prying them apart. He then grabbed my inner thigh and spread my legs to about two feet apart. This caused the height of my ass to drop in line with the height of his cock.

He then stood beside me and landed three sharp slaps on my ass with his rough, calloused bare hand, causing me to flinch as I wasn't expecting the spanking. Then he began rubbing my ass cheeks, before sliding his large hand between my legs and onto my pussy. My knees bent a little as his thick finger traced the soft opening of my slit. My pussy hairs were wet with sweat, but as his knuckle grazed over my clit, it produced a different kind of slipperiness.

He began spanking my ass again, slowly, hard and deliberately, each time rubbing his hand down over my pussy, making it wetter each time. After a minute or so of this, he reached under and began tweaking my nipples as he spanked, rotating between each of my boobs to pinch and squeeze them as his other hand spanked me and rubbed my pussy. 

By this time my pussy was pretty fucking wet so he cupped three fingers and began moving my juices up to my asshole. This was the first time anyone had ever touched my asshole and it sent a jolt through my body. Soon my asshole was slimy from my juices and I was aching to cum as his coarse fingers kept rubbing over my clit and his other hand was still harshly working my boobs. 

I looked under my arms to see a huge bulge in the front of Victor's tight shorts. A shudder went through my body as I remembered the assault on my asshole that was imminent. Looking past him I saw Nicole sitting down on the floor with her towel draped over her shoulder and down over her opposite leg. I couldn't see her hand because of the towel, but by her slight shoulder movement, I suspect she was rubbing her pussy through her shorts. 

I was building up to an orgasm when he stopped and took off his shorts. He moved in behind me and his cock was hard as it thudded up against my leg. He placed a hand on either ass cheek and spread them, exposing my damp asshole. I then felt the end of his cock nudge up against it. Letting go of my right ass cheek, he took hold of his cock and tried to wrestle it into my tight hole.

It wasn't going to fit. My asshole was juicy, but it was tight and his cock was large and dry. He attempted to force it in another couple of times before stepping away. He then began spanking my ass again with more force than ever. I could tell he was frustrated and unhappy that this was not going smoothly and was now taking it out on my ass with his bare hand. My ass was already sore, but now it was almost unbearable as every slap landed.

To my delight, he suddenly stopped and then stepped up behind me, ramming his cock into my soaked pussy. It went straight to the hilt. He did not fuck my pussy, but quickly pulled his now drenched cock out and positioned it again at my asshole. This time he shoved harder and it the head went in. 

"Fuuuuuuuuck!!! I yelled in pain as this happened, but I was also quite pleased that he had succeeded as I do not know what sort of punishment he would have bestowed on me if had not worked. He withdrew slightly and then thrust hard again, this time pushing about three inches in. Another couple of goes and he had stuffed the whole of his meat into my asshole. 

This accomplished, he firmly grabbed my hips and began violently ramming my asshole like it had done him an injustice. I was just trying to stay balanced as he gave it to me like a man possessed. As I have said, nobody had ever even touched my asshole before, let alone fuck it, which meant it was weird when feelings of an orgasm began to quickly build. 

It was so intense that I couldn't help letting out a long guttural "Ahhhhhhhhhh", as the orgasm took hold. Victor must have been having the same feelings as his fingers dug even harder into my fleshy hips and he let out a similar sound. His cum squirted into my asshole as he smashed into it. After both our orgasms, his grip on my hips loosened and he slowed the attack down to a stop.

He pulled his dirty, shit covered cock out of my ass and then picked up his shorts and began cleaning his cock with them. "You may get up now", he said in an exhausted breath. As I stood up and turned around, I saw Nicole quickly jerk her arm out from behind the towel. She was red in the face and looking very flushed. 

I picked up my towel and began cleaning up the cum that had now began to run out between my ass cheeks. Victor turned to Nicole and said, "You'll be getting the same, the next time you don't complete your reps, so be sure to work extra hard from now on. I've had it with slackers and will make sure the deterrents are harsh to keep you in shape." Nicole just nodded her head. "You got that both of you?" He said looking between us.

"Yes Victor," we both said in unison.



Whipped Perfection



Sarah turned her head left and right trying to locate me with her ears. Although unable to see through her thick cotton blindfold, she tipped her head upwards as she wriggled her wrists above her head. The nylon rope was securely fastened and didn't budge. She bent her knees trying to use her body weight to release her from the restraints. Unsuccessful, her head dropped down and again she searched for me. She stood completely still holding her breath, hoping to hear the slightest movement that would betray my location.

The room was completely silent.

"Where are you?" She asked breaking the silence.

Her naked body hung from the centre of the room. The dim light from the two candles in the corner reflected off her skin. The dancing shadow of her naked flesh silhouetted on the far wall behind her.

A minute passed in complete silence.

"I said, where are you, you bastard!" she yelled impatiently.

I silently moved behind her and gently blew on the base of her neck. Her body jolted as if from electricity and she quickly pivoted around.

"FUCK YOU!" She angrily spat towards where she thought I was standing, but I had already moved away from her.

I gently lifted the black riding crop from its hanger next to the door and walked over to Sarah flexing it in the palm of my hand. I raised it in the air and brought it down quickly. Sarah froze nervously as it sharply cut through the air directly in front of her. 

"How many?" I asked Sarah .

"10," She replied quietly.

"Ass or tit's? I inquired.

There was a slight pause as she gathered the courage to answer.

"Ass..." she replied, her answer softly escaping her lips.

I moved to her side. Hearing me, she spread her legs and bent forward ever so slightly in anticipation.

I looked down at the bare soft flesh of her butt. Her ass was smooth and unmarked. I looked up at her face. Sarah was stiff with anticipation. The only movement was her chest heaving as she breathed in and out heavily.

The sound of the crop striking her bare flesh for the first time filled the room. It was instantly replaced with the sound of Sarah's scream.

"AAARRRGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!" She cried out.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK, OH SHIT!" She added as she tried to process the new sensation.

"OOOHHHH.... FUCKKKKK!" She added again emphatically, taking a wavering deep breath in trying to steady herself.

A red welt formed across her butt where the crop had made contact. She wriggled her butt trying to relieve the stinging without success.

The second crop struck a little higher than the first but with the same amount of force. Sarah cried out again.

"AAARRRGGGGHHHHH! FUCK!" She shouted.

I struck her a third time with the crop.

"AAARRRGGHHH! OOHHHH! MMMMMHHH! MMMHHHHH!" She cried.

This time her tone changed slightly. The crop still hurt, and her butt was throbbing, but there was a hint of pleasure in her torment.

The fourth time I struck her slightly harder.

"OH FUCK!" She shouted, this time the pleasure in her voice more noticeable.

There was already a crisscross pattern of prominently raised welts on her butt and there were still 6 more strokes remaining.

"OOOHHHHH!" she cried with the fifth stroke.

"AAAHHHH, YEAH!" She moaned in encouragement with the harder sixth strike.

She shuffled her legs wider and bent forward as much as her restraints would allow her. I moved around to get a different angle of approach with the crop. As I did, I noticed the glistening candle reflection between her legs. I paused for a moment and ran my hand gently over her butt. She sighed with relief as she felt my hand on her, the raised lines of impact bumping below my fingertips. I turned my palm and slipped between her legs to her sex. Her natural lubricant was liberally coating her pussy lips. I gently ran my fingers between them and she responded with a moan of pleasure. 

Quickly raising the crop I brought it down on her butt for the seventh stroke. 

Sarah's moan of pleasure from my manual stimulation quickly combined with a shout of anguish from the hardest stroke yet. 

"FUCK YOU! OHHHHHHH!" She complained briefly before the pleasure quickly erased her annoyance.

I patted her butt with the soft leather end of the riding crop and slipped my hand between her legs again.

"Oh yeah, OH FUCK YES, just there, OH, OH, keep going" Sarah demanded loudly as I continued to play with her intimate flesh.

I increased my hand movements and she arched her back, her orgasm building. My fingertips floated easily around her clit and she started to tremble as her pleasure almost bubbled over. There were still two remaining strokes to go when I felt her body tighten. She took a long breath in and her arousal reached its climax.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, FUUUCCCCKKKKKK" She cried as orgasm flooded through her body.

I instantly removed my hand and struck her butt again, the strength not to Sarah's liking.

"NO!" She loudly disapproved as the softness of the stroke interfered with the intensity of her trembling climax.

I struck her as hard as I could with the crop for the final stroke. Sarah's body twisted in contortion with the severe impact. Her knees buckled below her.

"AAARRRGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!" she shrieked with combined pleasure and pain.

Her body, limp and exhausted, hung from her bound wrists above her head. Her breathing was hurried and irregular as Sarah's extended orgasm racked her body. She tried to speak, but could only pant with the combined exhilaration of the orgasm and the final stroke of the riding crop.

"Ohhhhh......Ohhhhh Fuck! Mmmmmhhhh!" She finally managed to express herself.

I bent down and untied the knot securing her blindfold. The cotton fabric slipped down off her face gently grazing her breasts on the way down to the floor. Although she was now able to see, Sarah kept her eyes closed savouring the intensity of the various sensations.

The red welts on her butt were a throbbing reminder as the glow from her orgasm still floated over her. Sarah opened her eyes and looked up at her bound wrists. She glanced over towards me.

The rope securing her wrists was wrapped around a metal fixing on the wall. I picked up one of the candles from the floor and moved it so the flame was directly under the nylon rope. The shadows from Sarah's body danced across the wall as I relocated the candle.

Sarah was still hanging limp when the flame finally burnt through the rope. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. I untied her wrists and her hand went instantly to her butt. Sarah explored the raised welts, souvenirs of her recent experience.

"Mmmmhhhhh" She moaned gently, closing her eyes mentally replaying the last 10 minutes. 

She gave a contented sigh and lay back on the floor.

"I'll see you upstairs" I told her and started towards the door.

"Wait," She quickly replied.

She rolled over and propped herself up on her knees. Sitting back, she extended her arms and placed her wrists together.

"Not yet," She said shaking her head defiantly.

Sarah looked at me with a newfound confidence in her eyes.

"Tie me up again. Do my tit's this time," She demanded.



Whipped Submission



"Kneel, pet," was the command given the girl which she obeyed, willingly, openly, longing to obey. The girl knelt, eyes downcast to the ground at her Mistress' feet, her hands crossed at the back of her neck, back slightly arched to push her ample chest forward over her widespread thighs. Mistress had always commanded her to kneel this way when they first entered play, this was her inspection position, and the girl knew that she would be used and used well when it was time.

"Good slut, now bring your hands to your cunt and spread it wide." The girl brought her hands down to her thighs, dipping between them to open her cunt to her Mistress, making sure to keep her fingers out of the way.

"Slut, have you been touching MY cunt?" The Mistress narrowed her eyes as she watched the girl, a light flush on her face as she stammered.

"No, Mistress! Girl hasn't had Your permission to touch Your cunt." the girl flushed more, knowing that she had not disobeyed, but wishing in a way that she had. Mistress hadn't allowed her an orgasm in over a month and her cunt was aching to be filled. She didn't care what filled it, a cock, a dildo, a vibrator, hell she would even take the handle of the paddle tonight.

"Why are you so flushed, slut? You seem as though you might be lying to me." Her Mistress leaned forward, watching her face even more closely.

"No Mistress, girl is not lying, girl is just very needy and Your command turns her on." The girl turned the brightest shade of embarrassed crimson as the Mistress laughed at her.

"Silly slut, you should be needy. A month without cumming? You must be ready to ravage whatever comes near your hot cunt."

"Girl is, Mistress." The girl blushed more, never having verbalizing her wants in the past.

"Well, slut, perhaps after we play, I will allow you to cum if you're good." The girl moaned softly, just loud enough for her Mistress to hear her. "Get me the whip, slut, your marks are fading."

The girl obeyed immediately, her hips swaying from side to side as she crawled across the floor to the table with the whip, her pink sex peeking from between her thighs. She knelt up and took the coiled whip in her mouth, never touching it with her hands, knowing that she would get the paddle if she screwed up again. She crawled back to her Mistress with the whip, kneeling up to offer it to her, never looking at her eyes.

"Good girl, now stand and take five steps forward. You should be able to lean forward to the table. Grip it with your fingers, but do not rest on it." The girl rolled up, drawing herself up to her feet, taking the required five steps, leaning forward to reach for the table, unable to reach. "Fine, two more then, pet. If you can't reach, then we will move elsewhere."

The girl took two more steps forward, reaching for the table, barely able to grasp it, but she leaned that way, enjoying the stretch of her muscles as she did. Her mistress took a step back, the whip uncoiling to touch the floor before flying through the air with a low whistle, landing hard across the girl's shoulder blades with a harsh snap. The girl moaned, arching as the whip kissed her flesh.

The Mistress drew the whip back, letting it fly through the air again, this time landing a blow across the girl's ass, leaving the loveliest red marks behind. She drew the whip back again and again, marking the girl's ass and back with a series of long lashes until the girl was moaning and screaming, nearly begging for release. She stepped around behind her girl and inspected the markings, smiling before ordering her next command, "grab your ankles, slut!"

The girl bent eagerly, wrapping her arms around her widespread ankles, knowing what was coming next, her cunt pulsed, wanting to feel the whip teasing her. Her Mistress brought the whip back, letting it fly quickly through the air, bringing it down hard onto her ass, the tip sliding along her crack and her open cunt. The girl gasped, moaning as the whip teased her cunt, her legs parting a bit more, opening her a bit more to Mistress' view.

"Slut, get to your stool. Stand over it, do not sit until you are ordered to." The girl groaned, hating the stool when she was in this state. The stool was a simple wooden bar stool with a rubber dildo attached to it, positioned for penetration of her cunt. Mistress only used the stool when the girl had moved without permission. She walked over to the stool, standing with her feet on either side of it with her hands over her head.

The Mistress came over behind her, pulling her hands into the cuffs, locking them tight, "Lower yourself onto the stool slut, fill that greedy cunt of yours up."

The girl dropped onto the stool, her cunt sucking at the rubber dildo. She was so hot and needy that she nearly came right then, but she held back as she put her feet up on the lower rungs where the first set of cuffs where. Her Mistress locked the cuffs around her ankles tight, standing back to watch, "Ride it good, slut, but do not cum or it will be two months this time. I thought that a month without orgasm would have taught you to stand still! Especially with how much you enjoy the whipping."

The girl lowered her head, riding the rubber cock inside her cunt, it was so wide and long that it hurt her most times, but tonight it was perfect, sliding in and out of her wet hole easily. Her body needed release badly as she rode the fake cock, whimpers and moans filling the room. The Mistress leaned back, watching her girl riding the cock, straining to hold her orgasm back. She walked over and grabbed a hold of her hair, jerking her head back as she bounced on the stool, "NOW slut!"

The girl screamed as she felt her Mistress' grip, hearing her words, she let go of everything she had been holding back, her body convulsing and bucking on the stool as she came, rocking against the fake cock. The Mistress held her hair tight, kept her head back and kissed her roughly, taking the kiss from her girl. The girl rocked and bucked, sobbing as her body slowly came back down from her powerful orgasm. She finally found her voice, just enough to whisper, "thank you, Mistress, girl loves you."

The Mistress smiled, freeing the girl's ankles, then wrists, gathering her weak girl into her arms, stroking her face, "Mistress loves you too, pet."