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First View

By: HotAlyssa



I'd been feeling naughty for the past few days. It was summer, hot, sticky. I was in a constant state of arousal. I'd go to the apartment pool in my tiniest bikini and lay there for hours showing off my tanned body. I'm 20, 5'10", 135 lbs. with these amazingly perky 36C breasts that I loved to show off under plunging necklines and tight shirts.

It was then that I got my first taste of exhibitionism. I had pulled the straps of my blue bikini down my arms so that I would get tan lines. When I leaned over to check my watch, my breast popped out of the top cup. I quickly looked around and caught one of the maintenance men staring as I cupped my naked tit in my hand, trying to push it back into place. I yanked my straps back up, threw all my stuff in my bag and ran to my apartment.

As I leaned against the inside of my door, chest heaving, I thought it was the air conditioning that had suddenly made my nipples hard. When I realized that my pussy was starting to get wet, I knew that I had been incredibly turned on by this stranger who had seen my breast. I wondered if there was a way to flaunt my body to someone else.

Still being pretty shy, my first dalliances into exhibitionism consisted of me wearing skirts with no panties when I went to the grocery store or walking through my apartment naked when the blinds were open. However, I quickly found out it wasn't satisfying without some response from the other party, so I came up with a new game.

I decided to get dressed in these super short workout shorts, no panties, a tank top, no bra. I got in my car and headed out to the nearby interstate. I drove for about 10 minutes until I pulled up alongside of an eighteen wheeler. I glanced up at the driver, who was looking down at me. I licked my lips and spread my legs slightly. I slowed down a little, just to see if he was interested. And he took the bait.

He slowed down as well. I stared straight ahead, eyes on the road while my hand traced lazy circles on the inside of my thigh. His pace matched mine as he strained to see what I was doing. I ran my hand over my tit, my nipple hardening instantly at my touch. I dared to look up at him and he was staring intently at me.

I took a deep breath and decided it was now or never. I pulled my tank top down, just a little, allowing him a quick peek at my breast, nipple and all. He honked his horn in approval. Feeling braver, I pulled the entire neckline down, showing him both tits. I squeezed on for him, keeping the other hand on the steering wheel. I pulled my nipples and pushed my left breast towards my mouth, flicking my tongue out against the nipple. I looked back up at him and he motioned for me to keep going.

I'd never been so wet in my life, driving down the road with this total stranger leering at my naked tits. I slid my fingers inside my shorts, pushing them as far to the side as I could. I knew he couldn't see much, but he could see my hand at least. I slid my fingers inside my tight, wet pussy. I pulled them out, showed them to my new friend before slipping the inside my mouth to suck off my yummy juices. 

But I was far from being satisfied. I figured if I had gone that far, I had to go all the way. I lifted my hips and pulled my shorts down my long legs, kicking them into the floorboard, so he could have an unobstructed view of my cunt. I had shaved earlier that day and I wondered if he could see my juices glistening against my bare pussy. He honked again, in favorable response. I put the car on cruise control and spread my legs wider.

My fingers went straight to my clit and began rubbing fast circles around it. I alternated with slipping two fingers in and out of my pussy. My tits were still hanging out, bouncing as I rubbed my clit faster and faster. I tried to keep my eyes on the truck driver...I loved the way he was staring at me.

I came quickly, pounding on the steering wheel. I looked again at the driver and he nodded in approval. He motioned for me to pull over, but I wasn't ready to take that step just yet. I sped away and took the closest exit.

That first time was absolutely amazing for me and I certainly can't wait to do it again. Only this time, I think I might pull over and see what will happen then.

First Viewing



I was a young man when I saw my first nude woman, Having led a very protected life. I saw two in fact at the same time. One was my Mother, the other was my Aunt. I was grossed out at the thought of seeing my Mother nude, but my Aunt, now she was a different thing all together. My Mother had 4 children, me being the youngest and her having me later on in life had taken a toll on her body. Now my Aunt, she only had 2 kids and worked out, so her body was magnificent!

We were camping out that summer, and there was only one changing room, which also served as a bathroom/shower. I had to go real bad and forgot to knock when I ran inside, and there they were. Naked as the day they were born, changing from the swim they had just taken. My Mother was bent over, and her wide ass was cheesy looking from I learned later was cellulite, I saw the hair in between her legs and a spot of pink, since she had her leg on the bench drying it off. And I saw a good deal of her breast as it swung side to side when she rubbed her leg dry.

My Aunt Carol was sitting on the bench beside my Mom and was looking at her so she didn't see me when I ran in. But I sure saw here! She had beautiful full breasts, that had a slight hang to them, her nipples were dark and wide and stuck out about and inch. Her hairy gash was open since her legs were spread and she was finishing drying off her legs too. I saw a good deal of pink there, and it looked wet.

I instantly got a boner from the sight. I turned and ran outside holding my pecker so I wouldn't pee all over myself. I ran behind the building and tried to pee but couldn't because I was so hard. It kind of scared me since that was the first time I couldn't pee. I didn't know having a boner would do that to you. I thought I was being punished by God or something for seeing what I was always told I was not to look at.

Fortunately, in a couple of minutes I lost my hard on and got to pee. I wasn't sure if I had been seen leaving the bathroom area or not so I was afraid to go back to the camp for awhile. But I got hungry and went back. No one said anything to me about what I had seen, so I figured I was OK.

Nothing was ever said about that afternoon, but I did notice Aunt Carol would have a smile on her face when ever she saw me looking at her. And I was looking at her a lot. I never intentionally tried to spy on her again, and the rest of the weeks camping went uneventful, other than her smiles when she saw me looking at her.

When I Graduated High School a few months later, Aunt Carol was there to applaud my success. At the house that evening she gave me a huge hug and a kiss on my cheek, holding on to me like I was her own child. I wasn't complaining, she had only gotten more beautiful to me the last few years, age does that to some women, and she was one of those. Mom and Pop asked if I wanted to go out to eat or anything to celebrate, but I wanted to go hang with my friends and told them it would be late before I came home. They were Ok with that, Since I was now a man at 18.

I went out and the gang had pizza, some of them drank beer and booze. I had a couple of beers too, and not being a drinker I got pretty smashed after the 2 beers. I didn't have a girlfriend so I called it a night after 1 AM and drove home. Making sure I broke no laws on the way home, I didn't need to start out my manhood with a DWI or some crap.

I arrived home around 1:30 and snuck in so not to wake anyone up. I was walking to my room and saw the TV was on in the living room. Not sure if someone had left it on by mistake I went in to turn it off. Aunt Carol was sleeping on the couch, She had on a thin nightgown and the blanket she was using was half on the floor. I walked over quietly and picked the blanket up and lay it back over her. Not really wanting to, not after looking at her and seeing her dark nipples in her nightgown. 

I even saw her dark patch between her legs her panties were so thing. I instantly had an erection. I was no Lover Boy by any means, I had felt some girls off and done some oral sex, and got laid twice. So I wasn't that experienced in that respect, but I knew what I liked. And I liked looking at Aunt Carols body.

I covered her back up and turned the TV down a bit, and as I turned to leave I heard her soft voice.

"Hey you. How was your night?"

"It was fine Aunt Carol, thanks. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, but the covers were on the floor." I said with embarrassment.

"Oh honey it's OK, I should really go to bed. I was just watching an old movie and must have fallen asleep."

She got up and stretched, My word the sight she was standing there stretching. Her large breasts straining against the light material of her gown, the nipples pressed against it and the thumb sized nipples poking out kept me hard. I knew I would soon be jacking off thinking of her body. She came over and hugged me again, telling me how proud she was of me, and we walked with her arm around me, the smell of her perfume keeping me from hearing anything else she said to me.

When we passed my room she pulled me to her and kissed me on the lips, and I felt her hand go to my ass and give it a squeeze. I was in shock and I know my look showed it. She laughed and pranced to her bedroom.

I went to bed and grabbed my cock and beat it half to death thinking of her. I was almost ready to cum when I heard a light knock on my door. Covering up quickly I told whoever it was to come in. Hoping it wasn't my Mom or Dad, it wasn't. It was Aunt Carol.

"I don't really feel like going to sleep right now, can we talk awhile Ian?" she asked.

"Sure Aunt Carol, come on in." I told her, hoping my hard on didn't show under my covers.

She came in and lay beside me on my bed, her head on her hand and her beautiful eyes staring at me. I was in lust beyond belief at that moment. I saw her breast as it hung to the side under her thin gown. I couldn't help but stare and she knew it.

"You have the same look on your face right now as you did when you came in the bathroom that time when we went camping together." She smiled at me.

I blushed, and looked away. "I didn't think anyone saw me. I didn't mean to come in like that but I had to pee really bad and just ran in."

She laughed, "Yes, but it sure took you a few seconds to leave!" Her eyes sparkling with the joy of my embarrassment.

"Yes Ma'am, I was kind of in shock at the time. I mean to see you and Mom there naked, and then never even seeing something like that in a dirty book, I didn't know what to do except leave and hope no one saw me. I was afraid Mom or you might think I did it on purpose, and to tell the truth, I thought I would get killed for looking. Even though it was an accident!"

Aunt Carol laughed again, "Honey, I saw you the whole time, in fact I even spread my legs open a bit more than needed to show you a peek. It really got me going, I masturbated later that night thinking of it in fact." She told me without any kind of shame.

"No kidding Aunt Carol? I never would've thought you did that." I said in shock.

"Oh hell Ian, all women do it, just like you men do. We get horny also you know." 

I noticed her eyes had drifted down to the lump in my covers, I blushed again since I was still hard as a rock. 

"Oh my, Did I disturb something here?" She asked and pointed to my hard on.

I could only mumble a poor attempt at a "No Ma'am!" But she knew I was lying to her.

"Honey, you don't have to be ashamed of jacking off, Shit, I love to watch your Uncle do it for me sometimes. And he loves to watch me do it also. You should never be ashamed of doing what comes naturally to you honey!" She told me in a sincere tone. "Do you want me to leave so you can finish?"

I blushed again and told her "No, it's OK, I don't know that I am going to finish now!"

"Nonsense, there is no reason you shouldn't finish."

And with that statement she stuck her hand under my covers and grabbed my cock. 

"Oh My, You have grown since I bathed you as a baby haven't you Ian!"

I was dumbfounded as she felt my hard on in her soft hand, and could only shake my head yes. She grinned as she jacked me off, amused at my expression of shock and pleasure.

I went to speak and tell her this was wrong, but she shushed me and put her face to my cock. I felt her warm breath blowing on me as she kissed the slit and licked my pre-cum off it.

"Mmmm, I love that taste." She said to me, her eyes never leaving my cock.

Then she put her hot mouth on me, I was so nervous. Not knowing if my Mom or Dad would wake up and see this, or that I would make some noise and wake the whole house. So many thoughts were going through my mind, not the least of which was how fantastic this felt. I quit thinking of what could happen and put my hand in her hair and let her suck me.

Never thinking of anything but how good she did this, her fingernails ran along the underside of my balls, then she cupped them in her warm hand and gave them a light squeeze. I was not going to last too long at this rate, and told her so. My voice cracked as I said I was near, I was hoping she would swallow it as I came. None of the girls that had ever sucked me had, instead the let it spurt into a kleenex or something. She did not disappoint me as her face moved faster on me and I heard her as the first shot hit the back of her throat.

"Mmmmm!" She moaned as I came in her hot mouth, her hand working under her lips to make sure every drop came out into her hot sucking mouth.

"Oh Damn Aunt Carol, suck me good!" I whispered to her as she kept sucking me until it felt too good and I had to make her stop.

"Now Mr. It's my turn!" She let me know as she laid up on the bed and spread her legs open wide and pointed to her magic spot.

I never wasted one second as I moved my face between her hairy pussy lips and kissed the warm wet slit with my eager lips. The smell of her sex was intoxicating as I inhaled deeply then began to lick her gash. I felt her clit as my tongue hit it and she shuddered, her hands grabbing the back of my head and pushing me to the spot she wanted licked. I licked from top to bottom then back again and as I hit her clit again I stuck a finger in her slit, she was wetter than anyone I had ever done this too.

I wasn't sure if it was because I was doing a good job of eating her out or what, and I didn't care, I just was finally doing what I had dreamed of since I saw her naked. I felt her legs start to tighten on my head as she neared her Orgasm, and her breathing was becoming harder I reached up and put my hand on her breast, her nipple was like a small boulder on her breast, hard and warm as I gave it a squeeze between my fingertips. I heard her catch her breath, the she let loose a flood of juices into my mouth. Never having anything like this happen to me before I wasn't sure if she had peed on me or what. And I really didn't care at this moment, it was tasty and she wasn't letting my head go for anything in the world.

Her legs straightened out as she came and her back arched high off the bed. Her head shook from side to side and I thought she would rip my sheets she had such a hold on to them. I felt her relax then another spasm hit her and her legs wrapped around my head, almost keeping me from getting any air, but I didn't stop eating her slick pussy. I never wanted to stop eating her pussy. She pulled me away from her delicious pussy and held me close to her bosom. Our sweat mixed and I felt her heart beating in her wonderful chest.

As we lay beside each other, recovering, She turned and kissed me. Not as an Aunt would, but as a lover would. I returned the kiss with all the passion a 18 year old horny teenager could muster, the taste of her lipstick and tongue drove me wild. I smelled her perfume and the smell of her sex on us both, I was drunk in lust. Aunt or not, this was the sexiest woman I had even known.

We held each other a few minutes and kissed and felt each others bodies. Her passion was unmeasurable as her hand reached my hard on, she raised on her knees and positioned herself over my waist. Her wet pink slit hovering over my erection and she slowly lowered herself on me until she felt the head of my dick touching her slit. She then lowered herself even more, only making sure I did not enter her. 

Her slit spread open and I felt her wetness as it spread over the underside of my cock, she slowly slid forward and back down along the length of my erection. Her eyes closed as she felt the heat from my body on hers. Aunt Carol leaned towards my face and kissed me deeply.

"Ian, I want you to fuck me! Not make love to me, Fuck me!" She had such a lusty look in her beautiful eyes all I could do was grab her tight ass and try to make my cock hit the sacred spot. 

I felt her heat as the head slid past the outer lips and into the dark, wet depth of her inner world. I got all of me inside her then without anything but pure lust I began to fuck her. Not caring if we woke the whole world as we fucked like animals. Her voice in my ear, urging me to fuck her harder and harder. I felt her body as she slammed down on me, glad my balls were safely out of the way her crotch as she bounced on me. Her pussy felt like mini fingers, grabbing every inch of me as I pulled her ass to me, her wetness spreading along my lower body as she came once again.

I was afraid she would cry out, so I pulled her face to me and kissed her. Her tongue raped my mouth. Her hips felt like the would wear out a bald spot in my pubic hair, she ground her pussy against me so hard, getting the friction to hit her clit.

"I'm going to cum, Aunt Carol. Fuck me now. Please make me cum Aunt Carol!" I begged her desperately.

She looked into my face and smiled, then she sat upright on me, her chest heaving as her breath came in gasps. She didn't move, she just sat on me. Then I felt it, her inner muscles worked on my cock. Like a vacuum, I felt her working on me, and a strange look came on her face. Her hand went to her clit and she rubbed it roughly. Her head fell back over her shoulders and she came once more. I reached up and touched her beautiful breasts, rolling her thick tipped nipples in my palms. Another moan came from her lips and she shuddered.

When I came, I actually saw stars. I thought I was going to pass out, it seemed like the life force was shooting out of the end of my cock when I came in her. My breath was coming so fast I got dizzy, Aunt Carol fell on my chest, our hearts pounding against the others. She lay on me until her breathing came back to normal, Then she kissed me and got up and left my room. Turning and blowing me a kiss before shutting my door.

I didn't get another chance to make love to her again the rest of the week she stayed with us, not for lack of trying. Just lack of a decent opportunity. Believe me, I wanted her once again, more than anything I ever wanted in my short life. The day came for her to go back to her home, when she was leaving, she called me aside.

"Ian, I loved what we did, please don't ever think bad of it. It was beautiful! And perhaps when summer comes you can come visit me for a couple of weeks. I am sure we can make time for, uh, well, You know!" then she kissed me again, like a lover not my Aunt. Before turning and bouncing away like a teenager. 

I went to my room, heartbroken that she was leaving. But counting the day's until I would see her again at the Family Reunion!



Author's Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! 

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-)



First Visit



The gravel crunches under the wheels as he turns on to the driveway, his first sight of her house. Set in its own garden at the front with access onto the woodland to the rear. It is a pleasant, welcoming house, not imposing or frightening, his initial thoughts when he received the invitation. But that was just his imagination running wild, or possibly hoping. In fact his heart has not stopped thumping since he received her e-mail. At first he had been disappointed that his daily routine at work had been curtailed when the first line of the e-mail had told him not to visit her office as usual at the end of the day to plead for and eventually be granted permission to masturbate. The second line had made his heart beat faster as it went on to say that she wants him to visit her house that evening. The rest of that Friday would not go fast enough. Despite his almost constant glances, her office door remains shut and he does not see her all day, but he knows she is there, he can feel it.

The directions left no room for error and the precise arrival time had been clearly indicated. He checks the clock in the car as he parks up. It is five minutes to eight; his arrival has to be eight. At eight o'clock exactly he rings the bell. Then waits and waits, even venturing to try and look through the frosted glass in the door. There seems to be no movement within, so he rings the bell again, letting it ring for longer, and again waits.

The door opens and she is standing there, no longer in her business suit and crisp white blouse, but in a more casual black skirt that flares a little at the knee and a tight black jumper that enhanced her charms, the 'V' deep enough to see the start of her cleavage. He smiles and reddens slightly feeling a little embarrassed, for no reason that he can think of. But his smile disappears as he sees the look on her face; she is not pleased with him. He starts to apologise, yet does not know why. A raised finger and a stern look stop's him. 

"Flaxx," immediately she is using the slave name she gave him when he had only visited her office a few times, where she had him strip and stand naked while she phoned one of her friends and tell them just what he looks like, she laughed at the look of horror on his face. Describing in detail the shape and size of every part of his body, laughing as he blushes when she described his cock and grinning as it stiffened. It had been part of the test she is putting him through to see if she wants to have him as a submissive. He is just grateful that any inspections have always taken place after hours when everyone had left for the day.

"One ring on the bell is sufficient. Do not ring it twice again. Just wait. When I am ready to let you in, I will open the door. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Olivia." He mumbles by way of an apology. 

Flaxx's happy demeanour is starting to crumble. Already he is being told off. Hoping that this is not the start of things to come, he follows her into the hallway and when she turns to look at him he sees that she is now smiling, and his heart is lifted again. He smiles broadly back, almost breaking out into a grin. He wants to throw my arms around her and kiss her and thank her for letting him visit her, but knows he must not. Every act is with her permission he must only carry out Mistress Olivia's instructions. He knows that it is going to be difficult, but he is determined to obey and please, to fulfil his desire, a desire to submit completely.

"Welcome to my home flaxx." Olivia opens a cupboard under the stairs. Again she smiles as she sees the puzzled look on his face. This catches flaxx off guard is he to enter the cupboard he knows he will be presented with the unexpected, but this. 

"Now strip."

A little startled, but use to this command already flaxx starts to undress. Conscious that her eyes are on him, he blushes. Her eyes travel up and down him constantly as he disrobes. Folding the clothes and laying them on the shelves in the cupboard. Feeling his cheeks burn as he pulls his underpants down, only then realising that his cock has started to swell. Not knowing where to put his hands he stands with them by in front hiding the semi erection that he has, head slightly down, looking at the floor. 

"Hands on your head flaxx. You never cover yourself before me. Your cock is a good indicator of how you are truly feeling, and I will not let you hide those feelings from me." Olivia points it the floor just behind flaxx. "Now kneel on the rug, knees open, sitting right back down with your bottom on your heels and stay there till I tell you to move." 

Flaxx backs hesitantly to the small square rug that is next to the wall and kneels as instructed, his smile gone, his hopes starting to fade, this is not how he wants this evening to go, he wants her to be pleased with him and yet she has told him off twice already. 

Olivia then moves between flaxx and the cupboard, reaches in and removes from a draw some leather straps. Holding them loosely in her hand, so that flaxx is able to see them and start to wonder at what they are, with the steel rings and clips attached to them, she then closes the door and locks it, placing the key in the pocket of her skirt. 

"When in my house flaxx, you will only wear what I say and provide. For now you will wear nothing. Call it symbolic." She smiles as his face shows his confusion. "You are coming to me with nothing and at the same time showing me all you have." Again her eyes travel the length of him from head to knee and back, his face reddens once again under her scrutiny. 

"However, as you seem to be having trouble with your hands, I will provide you with a little something that will ensure that they are precisely where I say they should be." 

She takes a step to be standing right in front of him, and places her hand under his chin and lifts it up. His eyes rise to meet hers. "And already you have made two mistakes flaxx, I will take a moment to think of a suitable punishment, till then you will remain right here. Now keep your head up while I place this first strap around your neck." 

With that Olivia loops the biggest and thickest strap round flaxx's neck, tightening the buckle at the back so that it is firmly in place without being uncomfortable. A series of rings hang from the strap, flaxx is not sure about this and their importance but right now he does not care his nose is almost touching her skirt and the smell of her is intoxicating. Then she takes his right wrist, flaxx offers no resistance to this, and watches eyes wide as she tightens another strap around it. This one has four clips hanging from it. Without saying a word Olivia opens then fastens one of the clips to a ring on the neck strap that is just behind the head. "Other wrist," and flaxx holds out his left hand. Again a strap is applied and then attached to a ring just behind the head.

"Good, now give each arm a pull." Flaxx does and finds that he cannot move them more than an inch. "Now try and undo the clasps." This time flaxx manoeuvres as best he can each hand, but can only touch without being able to hold let alone undo the clips. Eyes wide he looks up at Olivia. "There, that should stop you from using your hands when I have not told you to. Now you will find it move comfortable if you clasp your fingers behind your neck. After all you will be wearing these straps for the rest of the evening." 

Smiling down at him, or rather his predicament, Olivia moves to behind flaxx and squats down. Then attaches the two remaining straps to each ankle before fastening a short strap to a clasp from each denying him the luxury of being able to walk properly. Standing but remaining behind him she takes a hand full of hair and pulls his head back till he is looking straight up into her face.

"Remember flaxx, remaining kneeling and do not utter a sound. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Oh dear flaxx, another mistake, I said not to utter a sound. You are not having a good evening are you, and I fear it will only get worst if you don't do as you are told." There is a pause as Olivia looks deep in to flaxx's eyes. "Now, do you understand?"

This time flaxx manages to nod best he can given that his head is being pulled back. She smiles down at him and lets the hair go, pushing his head forward and down. 

"I will be back later, when I have decided just what I could possibly do with such a useless submissive."

The click of the heels on the polished wooden floor indicates to flaxx that Olivia has left him, going to the room slightly behind and to his left. He has not dared move his head and watch, for he felt sure that he would have made yet another mistake if he did. He had not anticipated spending his evening kneeling on the floor, in a hallway, with a blank wall to look at and only the cupboard door to the right breaking the blankness of that wall as well. 

A doorway over to the left allows cool air to come into the hall it seems to be attracted to flaxx's hot skin. He has no way of knowing how long he has been kneeling and with nothing to look at the time seems to move even slower. All he can think about are the mistakes that he has made, how could he have known that what he is doing is wrong. It all seems unfair. He can do nothing about it, he is helpless, his clothes are locked away, and that includes his car keys. Besides, as Olivia has not thrown him out for the indiscretions, maybe he is going to be given a chance to correct himself and show her just how much he wants to be her submissive. Yes, he is going to prove that they were an aberration, and no more mistakes would be made. With this fresh resolve flaxx straighten his back and puffed out his chest, he is going to be Mistress Olivia's best ever submissive. 

The carpet in the room that Olivia had entered 20 minutes earlier allows her to move to the doorway unheard and because of the angle to the deliberately placed rug next to the cupboard that flaxx kneels on, unseen. She cannot help smiling to herself as she watches flaxx, clearly confused, then his shoulders sag as he considers his plight. Then they lift, his back stiffens and she knows he has come to a decision, and this new posture pleases her as it means he is going to try and prove himself. Olivia is pleased by this, she really likes flaxx and has already made many plans of how she will train him and use him for her pleasure. But he must not know any of this, at least not just yet, a baffled and confused subby is so much easier to handle in the beginning, and they appreciate the rewards better when she finally allows them to have any. Yes, he is going to be a bit of a challenge but a very stimulating one.

Then the doorbell rings. Olivia only just stifles the laugh as she watches flaxx jump with fright and his whole body stiffen in horror. He is about to be caught naked by a stranger, but not only naked, but clearly in a position of servitude. This is too much, he will be tested and Olivia will watch his every movement and use this to gauge just how far she will be able to push him in his first weeks of training. Will he run or as she hopes remain. 

Taking a few steps into the hall Mistress Olivia stops and looks at flaxx. He cannot see her, or the huge grin on her face as she says, "don't get up flaxx, I'll answer the door this time, but remember that when you are in my house, that is one of your duties." 

Not sure of what to do flaxx starts to nod vigorously before stopping suddenly as he realises that he would be naked at the time, and in fact is right now. Finding it hard to stifle the laugh Mistress Olivia watches flaxx body stiffen again. Yes she thinks this is going to be such fun.

Olivia opens the door an older woman is standing there, a warm smile on her face. She greets Olivia with a hug and kiss on the cheek she enters the hall as Olivia stands to one side. Her movement reveals a young woman, bobbing about on the spot, clearly excited at being there and seeing Olivia.

"Hello nymphae," Mistress Olivia chuckles as she sees the eager young girl. 

With a breathless voice she replies. "Greetings Mistress Olivia, may this poor girl enter your house." This well practised line is ended with a big cheesy smile and more bobbing about as she tries to see beyond Olivia and it the house.

"Why so eager nymphae?" Olivia inquires.

"Well," Says the older woman, "I told her that you would be having a new male subbie for the weekend. After I showed her that picture he sent you - you know the one you always demand of them, the one where they have to stand naked with an erection - she has been like a child with a caffeine overdose." Sighing she continues, "It is all I could do to make her wait till now. If we had had it her way we would have been here an hour ago."

Mistress Olivia glances over to flaxx and sees him flinch. She guesses right that his face would be a mask of shock at hearing all this. In fact flaxx has been interested to hear that he is to stay the weekend, Mistress Olivia had only said the evening in the e-mail she had sent. But this turns to horror when he hears that she has sent his picture to the other Domme, who he has not seen yet, and she has shown it to, what sounds like a young woman. Then he wonders just how many others has the picture been sent to?

"Yes." Mistress Olivia said this word slowly, making sure that it hit the mark and gets flaxx's full attention. "I do like to have a number of opinions about the physical attributes of the subbie before I allow them access to my home. You were not the only person, Linda, to comment upon how unusual it is to see foreskin. I agree it will be interesting to play with it." Turning to nymphae she adds, "And thank you for your comments as well nymphae, I did not know you knew such language." At which point flaxx hears all three laugh. Flaxx's face grows hot as he blushes, it is as if he is not there, or at least does not matter. He is already learning.

Then his embarrassment grows. It is bad enough for him that the three women are stood behind him and although naked they could only see his back, the click of two sets of heels (nymphae is bare foot) tells him that the women are approaching where he kneels. Then they are in view, standing right in front of him, Olivia nearest the wall, with the other Domme beside her, and a wide eyed pretty face framed by blonde curled hair peeking between them.

"Flaxx has been naughty already hence he is restrained, having to remain silent, kneeling here till I am ready to deal with him." Olivia explains. 

His predicament makes the young woman giggle, especially as Olivia is speaking as if about a small naughty boy. His face is now burning with embarrassment. Olivia extends her hand and lifts flaxx's face by the chin so that he is looking directly at all three women. 

"Now this is my very good friend Linda, flaxx. But you will address her as Mistress Linda. Do you understand?" Flaxx nods as best he can with his chin in her hand. He can see this other older woman clearly now and guesses that she is at least twenty years Mistress Olivia's senior. She smiles. "And this little bundle of energy is her submissive, nymphae. Maybe one day you will find out just why Mistress Linda gave her that name." 

Olivia gives the girl's face a gentle stroke with her free hand, nymphae leans into her touch and slowly closes her eyes a warm smile spreads across her face as she then raises a hand and starts to caress her own breasts. When she then opens her eyes there is a mischievous look in them as they wander all over flaxx's naked kneeling body.

"In fact I am positive that nymphae will ensure that you get to know why she has that name if Mistress Linda allows her to." Nymphae grins as the two older women laugh again. He glances at the young subbie and surmises that she is in her late teens maybe early twenties and feels the blush grow redder again as she is now unashamedly just looking straight at his cock. The sparkle in her eyes did not make him feel easy.

As Olivia removes her hand from his chin, Linda speaks to him and he turns his head her and finds himself completely oblivious to everything else as he stares into the clear crystal blue eyes. They belie her age and have a lusty knowledge that entices and scares at the same time. His predicament, his nakedness is for the moment forgotten. 

"Hello flaxx." She says her voice has a huskiness to it an aid to the eyes as she draws him in. "It is so nice to see you in the flesh after looking at that photograph. You have not disappointed me. Yet." Flaxx's breathing is now deeper, longer; his chest starts to heave with the effort. "Now open your mouth." 

He follows the command with barely a thought, hardly noticing her hand moving towards his lips till it is almost touching. She extends two fingers. They are beautifully manicured, with deep red varnish on the nails, but still they give away that this is woman who would have listened to the Beatles and possible have known Elvis. Mistress Olivia a takes a small step back and allows the older woman to stand immediately in front of flaxx, an act of deference and respect to one who is her better and elder. 

In fact she is the woman who introduced Olivia to this life and taught her what it is like to be a Domme, mentored her for many years after releasing her from the service that is the price that Linda demands for her knowledge. It is no accident that she has asked her former tutor and Mistress round this evening, she respects her views and has turned many subbies away on the word of this woman. 

Linda places the two fingers in flaxx's mouth, softly pushing his tongue down. 

"Close your mouth flaxx." Again he does so without thought. Gently resting his teeth on the fingers his lips on her skin, allowing the fingers to nestle in his mouth. "Good boy. Now suck them." As he begins to suck, she starts to move her hand back and too a little so that the sucking is easier, but also to finger fuck his mouth. Her eyes lock his and after a few minutes Linda asks Olivia "Is he bi-sexual?"

Flaxx breaths hard though his nose as this is asked. What does she want to know that for? What does she want me to do? 

"No. He is straight." Olivia replies.

"Pity, he has a good suck on him, could have pleased a few men I know and rewarded some slaves as well. But you will be making him lubricate your plastic cocks before you use them on him?"

Laughing Olivia says "Yes. He will be doing quite a bit of cock sucking for my pleasure. If he behaves and survives this first visit."

Linda's fingers continue to move in and out of flaxx's mouth. "Let me know how good he is on nipples and clitoris. It has been a while since I have had anyone who could do mine justice." 

For the first time since her fingers entered his mouth Linda looks away and at nymphae. "I don't include you in that sweet child. Just that sometimes you just have to have a man's mouth on your pussy." 

And then her eyes are back. They have been gone for only seconds, but he has missed them and greets their return with a harder suck on her fingers. Feeling the slight change, Linda smiles down at him. "I think you've found a good one here dear. If ever you grow weary of him, I think I could find a use for him." Again the two older women laughed while the young girl grins and giggles.

"Stop. Open." Flaxx does as he is commanded and they were gone. His two new best friends have deserted him. His mouth has never felt so empty. A yearning to have them back hovers at the back of his mind. A white handkerchief is produced from a jacket pocket and Linda wipes her fingers.

"Now you had a book you wanted to show me my dear." The handkerchief is returned to the pocket as Linda turns away from flaxx.

"Yes, it's in the other room." With that they both head towards the sitting room and leave flaxx alone. All alone with nymphae. All alone and helpless with nymphae.




First Visit



The young woman drops to her knees in front of flaxx he is able to see her properly for the first time. Her curled hair framing a pretty face with big round eyes and full lips. She is dressed only in a blouse and skirt, both are loose and simply fastened as if to give easy access, and be removed with minimum fuss. He knows that she has no other clothing on as the pale colour enhances the translucent effect. Her nipples and areola are clearly visible through the blouse and with her knees open like his; the material falling between her legs any pubic hair would have been visible if she had not been clean shaven. She tilts her head to one side as she looks at him and when she sees that he is looking back, flashes her eyes and slowly and deliberately allows then to travel down his body till they fix on his cock.

"Have you been naughty flaxx?" It is more of a statement she knows very well he has been. Even if Olivia had said nothing, she has been Mistress Linda's slave long enough to know that a restrained kneeling sub is awaiting punishment. It is one of Linda's first lessons to all the slaves she has taught. 

"Have you got to remain still and keep quiet?" Again a statement followed by a giggle. "You had better do as you are told flaxx; you don't want to get into even more trouble do you?" The giggle and flash of her eyes tells him that that is precisely what she wants to happen. 

Then her hand reaches out to his cock, flaxx flinches and tries to move back and a startled sound begins to come out till he clamps his mouth shut. 

"Stay still flaxx, you don't want me telling Mistress Olivia that you have been moving and talking. Now just remain still and keep that mouth shut while I have a feel of your cock." Her voice has changed; it is no longer that of a silly girl, but that of a woman who knows how to control and is use to having orders followed.

Linda has over the years trained many young women to become Dommes and always in the same way. First they became her slave and she teaches them what a good slave must be and how to behave. Then she will introduce another slave be it a male or female dependant upon the preference of the pupil and then teaches them how to be a good Mistress. Nymphae is still studying how to be a slave, but is a quick learner and takes every opportunity to practice her dominant skills. She has already decided that borrowing flaxx for that practice will be high on her agenda.

Holding his cock loosely in her hand now that flaxx has sagged and thought better of having nymphae encourage more misery on his evening, she gently strokes it with her thumb. A technique she has read about and has been eager to try out. The result is as the book said. Slowly flaxx's cock begins to fill with blood, the veins stand out she gently rubs along them making them move under the skin. He starts to pant when he realises what she is doing, but cannot stop the effect of her soft massage and eases his hips forward as best he can while kneeling. 

"I never saw an uncut cock before flaxx, never mind actually hold one. Mmmmmm, it does feel different, the skin is a little looser and wait, yes moves over the head very smoothly." Her hand is now giving his cock full strokes, still gently, up and down the growing and thickening shaft. Flaxx is forced to make small jump movements as her hand continues the build up of pressure and pleasure. Nymphae casts a glance at the door the two Dommes had left by knowing she has only a little time for her fun. 

"You like that don't you flaxx? You like having a young woman play with your cock? Mmmmmmmmm, I like playing with it flaxx; I want to do much more than just stroke it flaxx." It is fully erect now, the stroking and what she is saying has the desired effect. He wants her to carry on and bring him to a climax. She eases the foreskin back a little so that just the tip of the head peeks through the hole has a drop of pre-cum oozing out of it. His eyes looking at her pleading. She watches fascinated at the drop as it forms, then slowly wipes her forefinger over the end and gathers the drip up. Flaxx jumps as her finger passes over what is now the most sensitive part of his body. Nymphae giggles as he does, then letting go of him, brings her finger to her mouth and looking deep into his eyes licks the juice off it. Flaxx nearly spurts.

"Nymphae, what are you doing dear?" Linda has appeared at the door, Olivia is close behind.

"Just having a closer look at flaxx's stiffy Mistress." The girlish tone has returned to her voice.

Flaxx freezes.

The rapid tapping of Olivia's heals on the wooden floor as she walks quickly across the hall precedes her appearance immediately in front of a red faced flaxx. One head down the other head, his cock head, pointing right at Olivia.

"Did I give you permission to have an erection flaxx?" Her voice is stern. He remains still, head down not daring to look up; all his hopes for the evening have been shattered. He did everything wrong and now she is angry with him. This is not his fault that slip of a girl is anything but, she knew what she was doing, and has played him like a fool. "Well boy." Her voice rings in his ears. He is lost.

"I...I...."

"Quiet. Did I give permission to speak?"

Flaxx shakes his head. He can think of nothing else to do. All he can see is the shoe tapping the floor before him. He can tell this is not a good sign. Then without warning Olivia's hand moves towards him as she hooks a finger into the ring on the front of the strap round his neck. With a sharp tug forward and up flaxx is compelled to try and stand as best he can with his ankles fastened together and his hands secured to the back of his head. With a shuffling motion he is lead over to a chair on the opposite wall. As Olivia sits down she pulls the ring across herself and flaxx follows, he has no option, he is totally off balance finally stopping across her lap. As her hand then is pulled down, flaxx's head follows and he has to raise his ass to try and keep his balance. 

"I do apologise Linda, this is so embarrassing for me. If I had known flaxx is going to behave like this, then I would not have invited you here this evening." 

"It's all right my dear." Linda replies, "They can be a bit troublesome in the beginning. I'm sure you will put him right." Nymphae giggles a sound that taunts flaxx as he lies across Mistress Olivia's knee.

"If I don't do something right now about this boys appalling behaviour, then I fear he will become untrainable." The 'this boy' bit is spat out by Olivia and hurts flaxx more than the predicament he is in.

"You have to do what you have to do." Says Linda, "I've had to dish out immediate and harsh punishment myself before now."

Pulling the ring down to hold him in place, Olivia proceeds to smack each butt cheek in turn as she lists all the faults he has committed that evening. Every word is accompanied with a fresh smack, every smack makes him jump. His cheeks turn pink then red and the warmth turns to pain. Soon he is whimpering and the giggling of nymphae a constant reminder that all of this is being watched and enjoyed by the other two women. He has never felt so humiliated and yet so excited.

And then it stops. Olivia is no longer talking and certainly no longer smacking his cheeks. Then the stinging kicks in. Biting his bottom lip to try and stifle the sound of the groan that is forming. He is clearly being given a few moments to gather his thoughts and feel the stinging that is rushing from his butt to his brain.

"How many smacks did I give you flaxx?" 

Flaxx remains silent; he has already learned that to answer when told to be quiet only brings forth more punishment. The last sentence that had been spelt out on his arse is that silent means silent. "You may speak now flaxx. How many smacks did I give you?"

Frantic with fear now flaxx did not know what to do. He has not kept count; he did not know he had to. 

"I... erm... I...sorry Mistress, I don't know Mistress, I don't know" flaxx's voice brakes and wavers as he speaks.

"Did you not keep count flaxx? Tut Tut Tut." Another failure flaxx. Let me explain. When" Smack. "I" Smack "Spank" Smack "your" Smack "bottom" Smack "you" Smack "will" Smack "keep" Smack "count" Smack

After the first of this round of smacks, Linda pushes nymphae towards flaxx's head and nods at her. Nymphae realises what she has to do and kneels just to the side of flaxx and starts to count the smacks off with her fingers. Through blurred eyes flaxx sees her and the count. Despite his feeling towards this young girl, he is glad to see what she is doing and understands what is required.

"Now, how many smacks did I give you that time flaxx?"

"Nine Mistress, you gave me nine smacks Mistress."

"And" 

Flaxx starts to panic again, and what and what. Then he catches sight of nymphae again and she is mouthing 'Thank you'.

"Thank you Mistress. Thank you for smacking me Mistress."

"Well we will have to work on the 'thank you' but it will do for a first time. Now stand up." Releasing her hold on the ring, Olivia places her hand on his chest and allows him to use this to push himself upright, then shuffles to the side to allow Olivia to rise. She smoothes out her skirt as she does and when satisfied turns to flaxx and looks him up and down. He is also very aware that Linda has a small smile on her face as she moves round to look at his red cheeks. Nymphae remains kneeling and grins at him. 

"I think you owe nymphae a favour for helping you like that flaxx. You did not think I did not see what she did do you." Olivia's tone is still stern, her brows arched.

Flaxx's eyes widen as he hears this. In debt to this little minx. Nymphae bites her bottom lip and looks all coy at flaxx, then flashes her eyes at him and says, "I will have to think carefully as to what favour he might have to do for me Mistress Olivia." The two Dommes laugh.

Olivia's expression becomes serious as she returns to looking at flaxx. Her eyes travel down once she has his attention and stop when they reach his still erect cock. Flaxx realises it is still there and that she is looking at it, it twitches, a small involuntary throb. 

"Is this the same erection flaxx, or a new one?" Olivia asks as she casually flicks the head causing the whole cock to bounce up and down.

"The same one Mistress."

Linda finally stops looking at his red cheeks, mentally appraising the smack pattern that her former pupil has made and moves so as to have a good view of flaxx's cock. 

"Very impressive I do like a boy who can maintain an erection." Flaxx's eyes swivel towards Linda when she says this and for the second time that evening they are caught in the clear crystal blue that makes everything else disappear. Seeing this Olivia, rather than admonishing flaxx for not looking at her, decides to use it, knowing all to well the effect her former tutors eyes have on all who look into them. 

"Flaxx, tell Mistress Linda what you normally do to get rid of an erection." Olivia prompts.

Again flaxx panics and looks back at Olivia. Tearing his eyes away from those pale lagoons almost physically hurts. "What Mistress? What?" the panic is clear in his voice.

Sighing Olivia says, "Do I have to repeat everything to you twice flaxx? Tell Mistress Linda what you normally do to get rid of an erection." With that she pushes his face round to look at Linda once again. "And look at Mistress Linda when you are talking to her."

The eyes of Linda twinkle as they lock on to flaxx's yet again. "Yes, do tell flaxx, what do you do? Clearly having your bottom spanked does not, so I'm interested to know what does." Again he is spoken to as if a small boy, and again his cock twitches.

"I errrr, I errrr, have sex Mistress Linda."

"Do you flaxx? Do you really? And who in this room are you going to have sex with? Mistress Olivia?" Flaxx's cock twitches and is noted by the two Dommes. "Or what about nymphae? Would you like to have sex with that beautiful young creature over there, to feel her soft pussy lips slide over your cock?" Despite his efforts to control it, his cock twitches again. 

Both Dommes smile at this, nymphae grins "Or is it me flaxx? Do you want to have sex with me?" It twitches and a drop of pre-cum appears. "I think your cock has made the decision for you flaxx. I do hope you have not offended Mistress Olivia." 

She is not, how could she be. Olivia would have made the same decision, besides she is enjoying watching Linda at work, playing a sub like a musical instrument, hitting the right notes effortlessly. 

"But none of this is going to happen flaxx, is it? You have not been truthful have you flaxx? Now tell me once again, what do you do to get rid of an erection flaxx?" Linda tilts her head slightly and folders her arms as she waits for the answer.

"Oh flaxx, how could you lie to Mistress Linda like that? Now be a good boy and tell her what it is you do. I know and you know, now tell Mistress Linda what you do with most of the erections that you get flaxx." Olivia's voice is all soft and light it is teasing him, making him feel small, like a little boy who has been found out.

After several gulps he says "I masturbate Mistress Linda." 

If he could have died of embarrassment he would have right there and then. Despite being caught naked by two strangers, being spanked in front of them, this admission is more humiliating than anything he has experienced before. Another layer has been peeled away; his decent into submission is progressing nicely.

Feinting shock, Linda suppresses a smile and says, "Really flaxx, a boy that masturbates, who would have thought it." The blues eyes never leave him, they hold him, and they compel him. "What you mean flaxx is that you wank. That you get an erection and you have a wank." He gulps and nods.

"Then you had better ask for Mistress Olivia's permission to have a wank flaxx. You look like a boy who needs to have one soon." The twinkle in her eye tells him she is going to enjoy watching him masturbate.

Finding it hard to move his eyes, he turns to Olivia and as he had done every afternoon that week asks, "Mistress Olivia, may I have your permission to masturbate and to have an orgasm? Please Mistress Olivia may I have your permission?" He can see the amusement in her eyes, knowing how difficult and shameful it has been to ask in front of two other people. She studies him for a moment and then nods.

"Yes flaxx, you may have your little wank."

"Thank you Mistress Olivia, thank you for allowing me to masturbate." Despite his discomfort he has remembered the words he has to say, the words she has instructed him to say if he is to ask. If he got even one wrong she would decline and send him away to consider the fact that another mistake has been made and he would be denied his little pleasure for that day.

"Well off you go then. Get started boy." Linda folds her arms and taps her foot as if in irritation, but a small smile also dances fleetingly across her mouth, showing that she is amused by his situation.

Flaxx's mouth opens and closes a few times and then he tries to move his hand down to his cock. It will not move. He has forgotten that they are attached to the collar round his neck. But judging from the laughter of all three women, they had not. Confused he pulls harder, but to no avail. This makes them laugh even more. The pleading look on his face finally gets sympathetic noises from the two Dommes before Olivia moves close and unhooks his right hand. Without any hesitation he grabs his cock and starts to pump, which again brings laughter from the women. With this much derision he is in danger of loosing the erection and that would be letting Mistress Olivia down. He does not want to do that in front of her friends, he knows that if he does then he will never be invited again. 

"Nymphae dear, run along to the kitchen and fetch a glass, I don't want him spurting all over my nice wooden floor." Olivia says with a smile at the young girl who is watching with great intent the actions of the two women as they make flaxx perform.

"Awwww, Mistress Olivia, I want to watch flaxx wank." She protests.

"Don't worry he won't cum till I tell him to. And as a treat I'll let you hold the glass when he cums." Olivia smiles at the girl knowing this offer will be greatly appreciated by her.

Nymphae jumps up, "awesome," she says and runs off down the passage to the kitchen. The two older women watch her go, turn briefly to each other and smile before returning to the matter in hand or rather flaxx's hand.

Flaxx has become more frantic with his wanking, and more horrified at the thought of that young girl holding the glass he will have to cum in and yet. He feels his cock hardening again; he can almost feel the blood surging into it, starting to build rapidly towards his climax. His breathing is coming in short pants now a sure sign that he is close and getting closer. 

Linda had taken the handkerchief out of her pocket and dabs under her eyes, catching the tears of laughter as they form. "Oh Olivia, he's a treasure. So enthusiastic and yet so hopeless. Where did you find him? Can I take over before he does himself an injury my dear?" It would be a shame to have a broken cock to play with over the weekend." At this she starts to laugh again and Olivia grins as it would spoil the plans she has made.

"You know I can never refuse you Linda. Besides, your right, a broken cock is neither use nor ornament."

After a deep breath to compose herself Linda looks flaxx in the eyes. The reaction from him is instantaneous, her blue eyes become his world, and nothing else exists.

"Slow down flaxx. Make the strokes long and slow." As he starts to slow the frantic pace he has set, she reaches out and gently places her hand on his wrist and guides it down to a much slower rate. Then begins to extend the length of the strokes. She moves his hand down the shaft and pushes it against his body, forcing his cock to extend and the foreskin to be pulled right back, the head dips as the piece of skin that connects it to the shaft underneath cannot stretch any further. Then back up the shaft till the head, foreskin covered now disappears into the fist that his hand has made. Back and forward she guides these long slow strokes. The pressure that has built up starts to subside and the need to cum moves further away. 

"Good boy. Isn't that better?" Flaxx nods. "You will last a lot longer by stroking like this and it is so much more enjoyable to watch." Again all flaxx can do is nod. 

"Now, for the next stage I want you to thrust your hips forward as you stroke back." Her other hand now rests gently on his hip, yet it is impossible to resist the direction it urges it to go. "And pull your hip back on the up stroke." Her hand eases the hip in the other direction when his cock filled hand has buried itself deep in his groin. "That's a good boy, thrust out and then pull back, out then back. Now when I let go, keep going as I have shown you." 

Then her hands are gone and flaxx is wanking without a safety net. Both Dommes move back a little to take in the full spectacle of flaxx, ankles secured, one hand behind his head and using nearly all of the rest of his body to masturbate.

"Clench your butt cheeks as you thrust forward flaxx. That's it, good and hard." Linda encourages.

At this point nymphae skips back in the hall and stops dead as she is greeted by the sight of flaxx trusting his hips and exposing the full length of his cock directly at her.

"Oh my god." Is all that leaves her mouth before her jaw drops open and her eyes bulge.

"Yes he is rather good at it isn't he." Is the only comment from Linda while they stand and watch him for the next five minutes.

"Are you ready to cum yet flaxx?" Olivia breaks the silence, aware that flaxx is sweating now. He nods his mouth too dry to talk and to breathless to even make a sound. 




First Visit



"Then I think you'd better stop thrusting with your hips, delightful though it is and just go back to stroking the shaft. Poor nymphae does not stand a chance of catching your semen with you moving like that." All flaxx can do is nod, as he does stop the extra movement and starts to build up his hand speed on the shaft. Within seconds he can feel the pressure build and his balls tighten, ready to explode.

Nymphae shakes herself and moves on her knees to flaxx and holds the glass so that just the head is inside it. Then she looks up at him with sheer lust in her eyes and bites her bottom lip. Then back down at his cock anticipating the spurt.

"Ok flaxx, when I say, you must cum. I'll count down from five, then tell you to cum." This is Olivia usual routine for flaxx when he is performing. Flaxx nods and the count begins.

"Five...... four...... three...... two..... one.....now."

As Olivia says two flaxx is ready and grips the base of his shaft on one. This allows him to steady his cock in the glasses entrance. Then he hears Olivia say 'now' and he releases his grip enough to let his cock spurt. A powerful jet of semen flies out of the hole at the end of his cock. Catches the side and continues down into the glass. A stream of his sticky fluid collects in the bottom of the glass as his cock pumps again and more floods out. He cannot remember being this excited, and being able to produce this much semen. The cock twitches again and then it is over. He can feel it sag a little. Holding his cock still he is joined by the women in looking at the amount produced and the thin sticky trail from his cock to the glass.

"It is known that the more juice produced the more aroused the man is." Laughing Linda continues, "Yes, he is going to delight many an audience with a show like that Olivia."

Audience? Flaxx starts to panic again. 

"Well, we will have to see if he passes a few more tests before I show him off, and the tricks he has learnt. But I'm more bothered right now as I don't have a tissue." Olivia is patting her pockets." I don't want him dripping on my lovely wooden floor."

"I'll clean him Mistress Olivia." Nymphae has not moved since the first spurt left flaxx. Her eyes transfixed on the site before her. He looks down and sees his cock twitch again, something not missed by the three women.

"Do you have a tissue nymphae?" Mistress Olivia looks puzzled at the young girl, as her clothing show that she has no pockets and nothing could be hidden in the translucent blouse and skirt.

"Isn't goin' to use a tissue Mistress Olivia." Nymphae actually blushed.

"Hmmmmmm. Well if Mistress Linda will allow you to indulge thus, judging by flaxx's reaction to your voice, I don't think he will object." Olivia turns her head to Linda.

"Of course you can my dear. But don't take too long, we must be on our way." Linda's warm smile tells Nymphae that she is allowed this little indulgence. 

Flaxx is confused, not sure just what that exchange meant. But as nymphae passes the glass to Olivia, he quickly finds out as the girl pushing his hand away opens her mouth, takes hold of his cock and pops it in her mouth. Her tongue is all over his cock immediately. Eyes wide, flaxx makes a start only to be told to keep still. Then she pushes his skin back so that his head is uncovered in her mouth and again her tongue lavishes its silky softness over it. Flaxx moans and can feel it start to stiffen again. Nymphae pushes the skin further back and then slowly moves her head backwards to allow his cock to emerge. A final swirl of her tongue over the head and a clean cock is on display. While he is being cleaned, Olivia re-hooks his unresisting right hand to the back of his head.

"Flaxx tastes lovely Mistress Olivia."

"I am pleased you enjoyed him little one. Maybe you could provide that service again sometime." As these words leave Olivia, flaxx blushes and his cock moves as the blood starts to flow again. "You do seem to have found a new friend." Olivia arches her brow at flaxx and looks pointedly down at the new friend nymphae has made. The young girl just giggles.

Turning the glass round in her hand, Olivia looks back at flaxx's face, "You have been productive haven't you? I do hope you are thirsty." She then raises the glass to his lips, and tips it, forcing the semen to slowly run down the glass and onto flaxx's lips. "Come on flaxx, open and drink." He opens his mouth a little and finds that the sticky fluid enters his mouth and then runs in quicker as Olivia tilts the glass more. He stands still allowing the juice to drain into his mouth, almost filling it. "Now close and swallow flaxx." The glass now empty is removed and flaxx swallows his own semen for the first, and by no means the last, time. Seeing his neck movement as he swallows, Olivia smiles, "Good boy. There will be plenty more of that."

"Right, we will be off then Olivia, if I can drag nymphae away from flaxx. Come girl." At this harsher instruction, nymphae scrambles over to her Mistress. With a kiss and goodbye from Olivia she opens the front door and they depart.

For the first time since the knock on the door flaxx relaxes. When Olivia then appears in front of him he babbles out apology after apology. Not knowing really why, just knowing he must. She watches his features while he continues, not really listening, more concerned about the feeling behind the words. Then she raises a hand to make him quiet. He stops immediately, and lowers his eyes fearing the worst, fearing she will not be pleased at how much he got wrong, fearing she will order him away.

"Oh flaxx," A hand cups one side of his face. "Don't look so distressed. I've not had this much fun for years." Lifting his face, she kisses his lips softly and flashes her eyes at him as she tastes his juice on his lips. Then a finger is hooked in the front ring on the collar and she turns and forces him to shuffle and jump after her towards the stairs.

"Come flaxx, there is a bed upstairs waiting for you to be tied to."

NB: Author's note -- this was the first attempt of what became 'Office Submission'.



First Visit To Adult Store



Richard, my ex boyfriend and I went away to Canberra for a weekend. Canberra is very boring and there isn't much to do there. So on Saturday night we decided to go and see a movie. We arrive there late after getting lost in the Canberra streets which were unknown to us. After being told that the movie had already begun, we gave up the idea of a movie and went walking in the area.

It turns out that there was not much else around and at the end of the street we came across this big red neon sign with XXX written on it in blaring red lights. It was a porno shop bazaar - a huge one. Richard always tried to get me to let go and be more exciting and fun and he tried to convince me that we should go in and look. This was not the first time he tried to get me into one of these stores. 

This time however, we were in a strange city and I knew nobody, so didn't run the risk of being recognised, and it was late at night. I let him get his way this time and next thing we walk into the huge store. It was empty. All strange things were stored on the shelves, lots of nudie magazines, videos galore and vibrators of all sizes and colours. It was a bit of an eye opener to me. I had never actually been into an adult store before. I find it both interesting but also very strange. We walked around the aisles. I felt a bit uneasy looking at these totally open displays of sexuality, wondering who actually bought these things. 

Just as I said to Richard that I was ready to go back to our hotel, he lifts up this box and goes to the till to ring it up. He wouldn't let me see what it was but I told him not to waste his money on some rubbish. The salesman, a rough looking guy takes Richard's credit card and then asks Richard if he had chosen the right size, as there were no refunds or exchanges. Richard looked at the box he was holding and said he had a size 106. The salesman told him that if it was for me, 106 was far too big. The writing on the box was in German and the salesman said I was probably smaller as the sizes were European. He said I should go try it on anyway as you can't tell always from the numbers. He said that the change room was in the side room behind the purple hanging curtain. 

The little room had hanging curtains on two sides but no doors, but the place was empty and it was about 11pm, so seemed private enough. I open the box and I lifted out this outfit. It was made of latex and was bright red and felt rubbery. It had long legs and arms that I guessed would fit the whole body. You had to climb into it and then pull up the legs and put one arm in at a time. I took my jeans off and started to put a leg into this material. It was hot and you couldn't pull it, you needed to roll it. I got the legs on but had got to my bikini I was wearing from tanning earlier, and was worried the metal sides on the bikini would tear the latex. I unrolled the latex and quickly removed my black bikini and rolled the latex back on. I then removed my bra and so that the claps wouldn't tear the latex and slipped the arms on. I had it on but it was far too large as the salesman had said. It was too loose so I took it off. I didn't want anything from the store and tried to say no to Richard, who got all sulky, saying he was going to find me something and I must not be such a prude. 

He goes back into the store and brings back a box with a size 100 on it. I gathered that compared to a 106 it would probably fit better. I hesitantly took the box and I opened the box. It was a mini dress, one piece off the shoulder made of a mix of thin satin in black and lacy bits in between. It looked quite sexy, but also quite small. I though to myself this is not something I would wear so would be such a waste of money. I hand him back the box, but he said he is going to buy it. I see that he is absolutely obsessed, so I figure I better try it on as it was still $60.

I pulled the satin over my head and I slipped into it. It was very tight, in fact the tightest thing I have ever put on. Richard had to pull the satin down over my breasts and then down my torso. I put this on and just when I had it on, and was straightening the material, the hanging curtain opened on the other side of the room.

There was a porno movie theatre next door and it linked to the shop via the side room, I was using as a change room. 

There I was standing in a totally sheer mini-dress, with no bra on so you can clearly see my breasts, but I also had taken my underwear of before so you can also see my pubic hair and mound sticking through the dress. I have dark hair and the material by the front was lacey, so my bush was totally visible. 

These guys stared as one whistled, Richard went red as did I. Ever feel like you wanted the floor to sink with you. More and more people, even some women came passed and in a rush, each pushing the curtain open, walking through the room and while doing so staring at me. They probably thought i was a prostitute or worked in the store or something. I felt like a slut. I didn't know what to do. My clothes were on he table at the other end of the little room and I wanted to run to get them, but more and more people came between me and them pushing their way through the room. Instinctively my hands covered my breasts, but I knew that they could see my pubic area. My mound of hair was pushing against the thin lace. Richard managed to get my clothes and I quickly pulled my jeans up and then pulled the mini-dress off. What an evening! Richard bought the dress and we went back to the hotel.

This was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I swore never to go back into an adult store again. We get back to the hotel and I put the mini-dress on. This time Richard and I had sex while I wore it. He first started licking my erect hard nipples through the satin, and then lifted up my dress and licked me, over and over. His tongue slid up and down my vulva. Each time, I arched my head backwards and felt a chasm of pleasure rip through me from my breasts down through my insides, with the epicentre lying at the vortex of my clitoris, where all the excitement gathered around the pointy end. With each lick of his tongue, the nerves grew more sensitive and I felt a rushing of tension.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled his erect penis into my wetness and as he thrust it up into me I could not hold it anymore. I let out a scream, as the gates flooded open and the throbbing in my core let loose. I felt the pleasure ripples through me. Richard, started to spasm and he pulled out coming all over my pubic hair, and on the new satin mini-dress. There was no way we could take it back now.



First Visit to an Adult Video Booth



We live in a city that had worked very hard to eliminate all types of adult entertainment so there are no adult bookstores, video booths, or strip clubs of any type. While this has supposedly cleaned up the community from the less desirable folks it has gone a long way towards producing a community that has to go elsewhere for fun. This is about one of those adventures.

We had been on the road for many hours, and although it was only 4pm we'd passed the half way point on our journey and decided we might as well stop for the night. As we exited the freeway to look for a motel we both noticed that we passed an "adult" video store as we drove to the motel. Sam commented on how you don't see them much anymore given the popularity of the internet, and how our city doesn't have anything like that. 

She's never been in a store that caters to adult pleasures, and it's been many years since I've been in one so I suggested that perhaps we should stop in for a visit. However, we were both tired and hungry so she suggested that "perhaps later" would do better. I think this might have been her way to dismiss the idea, but it did leave an opening for some possibilities.

We checked into the motel, nothing fancy, but clean and very quiet since it was the middle of the week. As soon as we'd hauled in the bags and used the bathroom we talked about what we wanted to eat, and what we should do for the next couple of hours. I suggested she might find something to eat at the adult store to which she replied that she wanted "real food and she would take care of my sausage later on."

We found a restaurant close by and ate a very non-inspiring meal served by a very perky young waitress. She kept coming back to the table to see if we needed anything more I thought she was doing a great job. Sam thought she was just looking for a bigger tip, and that's why she was wearing a low cut t-shirt that showed quite a bit of cleavage every time she leaned over to pick up the dirty dishes or refill the coffee cups. Either way it worked and she did get a very good tip.

It was still quite early, and as were driving back to the motel we passed the video store once again so I asked Sam if she'd like to stop in and see what inside. She thought about it for awhile, and after we'd passed it finally responded with "if you'd like to, then it might be fun." I quickly turned around drove back into the parking lot.

There were just 2 cars already sitting in the lot, which was a relief, so we wouldn't have to deal with a large group of people on the inside. Sam really didn't know what to expect, and it had been a long time since I'd been in one of the places and the adult business zoning requirements in each city vary a great deal.

We entered the store like a couple of young kids out for an adventure that our parents wouldn't approve of. The first room of the store was filled with videos and sexual toys for sale. Sam was quite giddy and giggling at the vast array of plastic cocks and vibrators and soon started walking up and down the aisles of the video section.

I started talking with the guy working behind the counter and told him about the city we lived in and how these type of stores don't exist any more. He told me that the nearby large city was the same way and that's why he was out here in a small town with less rigid city codes. He explained that there were video booths in the back that were big enough for couples, and I quickly bought a supply of tokens. He offered that we should try out booth 3, so I found Sam and took her through the door into the back room.

As bright as the front room was this room was as dark as night. It took awhile for our eyes to adjust enough before we could even see the numbers on the doors. Sure enough booth 3 was in the middle of the few booths that were there, and it looked to be a bit larger than the others as well. We went into the booth and slid the lock closed on the door. The booth was quite dark and had only one chair in it, so Sam ended up sitting on my lap facing the screen. The only light was over the slot where the tokens were accepted. As we adjusted to the darkness I quickly unhooked Sam's bra and started to caress her little tits from behind. I don't think she had noticed, but I was aware that each side of our booth had a hole in it that was about 3 inches in diameter.

As soon as I could see good enough I put in a couple of tokens, each was good for 10 minutes, and the booth was lit up but the light from the video screen. The choice of video was easy to make as I selected one that showed a single female taking on several men at once. We watched for a couple of minutes, all the while hugging and kissing and soon I had pulled her t-shirt over her head and slipped off her bra.

It wasn't too much longer before Sam asked me if I wished she would be more like the woman in the video. I reminded her that I've always thought she was so good looking and sexy that she should be shared with almost everyone. She seemed to be comfortable sitting on my lap, and I'm sure she could feel my erection poking into her ass as I continued touching her while she watched the video. 

In another minute or two I had worked loose the button on her shorts and had managed to get the zipper undone. This gave me just enough access to reach her clit and she was quickly starting to grind her hips up against my fingers. About this time the first token expired and the booth went dark again. We sat that way for a few seconds, and then I asked her to get naked. She quickly stood up and slid off her shorts. By now all her clothes lay in a pile on the dirty floor. I'm sure she didn't consider what else might already be on the floor.

She offered that it was exciting to be naked out in a public place like this, and even though we were in a private booth, you could still hear traffic on the freeway and the music from the front counter. We could also hear a couple other videos playing, and one seemed to be in a booth next to us. I put in another token and after taking out my cock Sam settled back down on my lap. 

We both enjoy it when she sits down this way as it provides me easy access to her little tits and her pussy, and she's able to line up her ass so my cock settles in nicely between her cheeks. We were enjoying ourselves and I could sense that it wouldn't take too long before Sam was going to have an orgasm. About the same time I looked closely at the side of the booth and could see that we were being watched through the hole on our left side.

I soon whispered in Sam's ear that we had a watcher and explained the situation to her. She seemed to be intrigued with the possibility and looked towards the side wall. The poor guy hadn't been able to see much as we had been facing away from him up to now. I asked Sam if we could turn the chair around and she got off me as I turned it to face the side of the booth. 

We quickly sat back down and I was soon stroking Sam's nude body while a stranger watched. She'd already spread her legs so they were outside of mine so as I played with her cunt she was in full view of our watcher only a couple of feet away. We continued on like that for a few minutes and the excitement of the event was too much as soon Sam grabbed my hand, arched her back and started to shudder with an orgasm. Before she had settled down the video had also finished and we were in the dark once again. 

I reached over and put in another token and by the light from the screen it was obvious that our watcher had enjoyed what we were doing. When we looked over toward the wall the eye that had been watching us had been replaced by a hard cock sticking though the hole. Sam looked at me and giggled a bit, not sure what to do next. So I nudged her forward of my lap and she grabbed onto his cock with her left hand. I slid the chair aside to give her more room and started to watch my naked wife stroke another man's cock. 

About this same time I heard the video start in the booth on the other side of us, so I suspected it wouldn't be long before Sam would have 2 others, besides me, that we going to enjoy her body in some way or another.

She had squatted down in front of his cock, and although his cock was at face level she was clearly staying to the side just in case he let go. She seemed to be enjoying what she was doing as she started to alternate hands and then used both hands at once. I should add that it was a very average looking cock, not huge, not black, but just about average. After a couple minutes the guy pulled his cock back and Sam moved back up onto my lap.

She'd barely had the time to tell me "that was fun" when his cock reappeared, only this time he was wearing a condom. She wasn't sure what this meant, but it was obvious to me that he wanted to fuck her and I told her so. She was shocked at the thought and said so, but kept looking at his cock sticking through the wall. At that time I told her that she had another watcher on the other side, and as she looked over you could see part of a face peering through the hole in the wall. 

Although Sam didn't really know what to do next I suggested that she might as well go ahead and fuck the guy and give him a thrill. It would also give her an experience she would remember for many years. She still wasn't sure so I helped her out a bit by turning her around and backing her up to the wall where his cock was waiting for her. I could tell when her ass made contact with his cock as she moved to the side a bit to line it up with her cunt.

She bent over at the waist and leaned on me as she reached between her legs and guided his cock into her cunt. As soon as he was in I could hear, and feel, our watcher as he pounded Sam's pussy through the wall of the booth. I pushed her back and held her against the wall so she was able to lean on me for support. It seemed to take quite along time, but it was really only a few moments before Sam looked at me and said "he's cumming now."

We waited for another minute while she held his still hard cock in her cunt and then pulled away before he would get soft and lose his condom. We soon heard the door open and close again as he quickly left us. We still had several minutes to go on our last token and as Sam sat on my lap again she asked me "now what?" I wasn't sure if she meant for right now, or for the future, so I dodged the question by pointing to the cock sticking through the other side of the booth.

She didn't say a word, but sat down on the floor in front on another strangers cock and started to stroke him with both hands. I asked her if she'd consider jacking him off and she just nodded and continued what she was doing. She was well aware that she was sitting right in front of him, and before long the cock she was stroking started to press forward and shoot streams of cum on her body. 

She managed to control it enough so it didn't hit her face, but her little tits were covered with his cum. As soon as she was done she turned to me and as I guided her head she quickly enveloped my cock with her mouth. I'd already watched my wife fuck another guy through the wall, and jack off another onto her tits, so it didn't take long before I was ready to cum.

I asked if she'd take a facial, and without a response just pulled back and let me shower her face with cum as she has so many times before. It seemed that this time I had a extra shot or two for her and she was quite covered with cum. I watched as my cum dripped off her cheeks and chin and joined the strangers cum that was already drying on her tits and belly.

The video soon ended and we sat in the dark for a few moments. She was still kneeling on the floor in front of me, naked and covered with cum. She asked me what I wanted to do now, so I asked the same question to her. I offered that we could clean up at much as possible and go back to the motel, or I could get more tokens and she could continue being a whore if she wanted.

She didn't say anything for what seemed like hours, as she processed the possibilities. I was surprised that this was even something that she would have to think over, but she offered that this was a once in a life time event and maybe she should make the most of it. However, she said that she only wanted to do what I wanted and should was ready to go back to the motel too.

I suggested that we give it another chance and pulled my clothes on to go get some more tokens. I left her sitting in the booth, alone and naked, while I hurried up to the front counter. When I got there the clerk asked if we were "having fun" as he passed along a couple extra tokens to me for free. I also said he'd be back to visit soon and asked what she was willing to do. I quickly told him she was up for hand jobs, or maybe sex or a blow job with a condom, and went back to the booth where Sam was waiting. 

I knocked on the door and she quickly opened the latch and let me in. I put in a couple of tokens without any thought about what was going to play and as the booth became brighter we could see that each wall now had a cock sticking through the hole. One of them was already wrapped in a condom, so it was obvious what they wanted, and the other was bare. 

Sam knew the system by them and backed up against the wall and took her second strangers cock into her pussy. She didn't have to help this time and was able to lean into the wall without my holding her up. This placed her directly across from the other cock sticking out so she just reached up and grabbed on while the stranger banged away at her through the wall. 

She talked to me about how strange "anonymous sex" felt, that it didn't have anything to do with affection, but more an animal type of behavior. Sex, just for the sake of having sex and for the male having an orgasm. She said she kind of enjoyed the not knowing who was back there, and who was in front of her. About the same time she pulled her ass away from the wall as he was finished and she concentrated on stoking the cock in front of her.

Once again she worked him until he sprayed his cum across the booth and covered her arm all the way to her shoulder. As soon as he was done she dropped his cock and turned toward me, as if to tell me she was done, but noticed that a new cock had come through the wall where she had just recently been fucked. She reached up and grabbed onto it, and realized that it was also covered in a condom, but had no lubricant on it.

She mentioned it to me and asked why it was that way, so I told her that perhaps it's for a blow job. She just smiled but leaned over and licked the end of the cock and told me it was mint flavored too. I told her to go for it, but she already had her lips wrapped around it and was well on her way to taking it deep into her mouth.

This was a new experience for her (I would guess so) and she stopped several times to remark on how odd it felt to be sucking on a condom, but it did taste good. It wasn't long before she started to really get into a rhythm and her head was rapidly going back and forth as I watched this strangers cock go in and out of my wife's mouth. I was surprised that this guy was able to last so long, but eventually her ability to suck cock won out and he filled the condom with cum. 

She seemed disappointed to not feel his orgasm and his cum so as she let go of his cock with her mouth she reached up and peeled off his condom and stroked his gooey cock a few times before she wiped off her hand on the thigh. After that she turned to me and said "ok, let's go" as if nothing out of the ordinary had been going on for the past hour or so.

The video was still playing, so the booth was well lit, as she stood up and started to look for her clothes. We both laughed when we say they were on the floor and had several big globs of cum on them. She started to pick up her clothes and shake them out a bit. I took her panties and wiped off some of the cum from her face and neck and then stuffed them through one of the holes in the wall. She chuckled at that and then handed me her bra to push through the hole in the other booth.

She quickly slid on her shorts and pulled her T-shirt over her head. The shorts were still clean but the shirt was spotted in several places, and even more spots appeared as the cum from her body soaked into the fabric. I asked if she was ready to go, and opened up the door to leave.

We made a quick exit from the store and Sam didn't look at anyone as we moved through the brightly light front room. Once we were out in the light it was obvious that she was soaked with cum, and it looked like she'd been well used (which she had). I noticed that the front counter guy was grinning as we passed by him and that a "mint condom" wrapper was laying on counter. 



First Visit to Bookstore booths



I was 19 and had sex with my 44 year old neighbour. It was a revelation to me. We had been watching TV one night and after he had several beers and talked about the young babes I went out with, he started sucking me off and ever since I've been addicted. He has started fucking me too and learnt me how to suck his cock perfectly. My Dad is no longer around so Fred often comes over when Mom is at work and his wife is busy, to watch a ball game with me. His wife thought he was kind and my Mom wasn't suspicious of our relationship. I would suck him off too during the game. We often went to other sporting events too so Fred could suck me and me him. He often fucked me right in his truck.

One night he said he was taking me to a special adult book place where they showed porn movies in booths. I was excited because I had never seen one. We arrived in the parking lot and Fred said they'd never let me in even with ID because I still looked so young. So he planned on going in, getting the tokens and going into the dark back room of the store where he'd sneak open the rear door to let me in too. I stood in the dark waiting nervously until the door creaked open and Fred quickly pulled me in. 

Fred whispered that we had to be careful and not draw attention to ourselves. In the darkened room I saw the rows of doors for the booths, some with lights above showing them occupied, a few men wandered between them. Fred said we'd have to go into booths side by side or we'd get reported so of course I agreed. I was very excited anticipating what would happen. He gave me a huge hand full of tokens and told me how they operate. He said there would be a hole between the wall too that we could talk through and I could stick my cock through it too if I wanted him to suck me and he'd be doing the same thing. As a matter of fact, he said, he wanted to have me suck him and fuck me through the hole several times tonight. 

I entered my booth and locked the door, stood there in total darkness. Heard Fred doing the same thing next door. I finally found the slot for tokens and began watching my first porn movies! I had an instant erection as I clicked through the many channels of sexual activity every way there was. I heard Fred whispering to me through the hole. It was very hard to see anything even when the movie was playing. He said again he wanted to fuck me a lot tonight and would take time outs to make it more fun. I put my cock into the hole and he sucked on me for a bit stopping soon because he knew I'd come quick from the screen action. He placed his large cock through for me and I sucked it hard enjoying it even though I couldn't see him. Then he pulled it out and placed two fingers through, asking me to suck them too. I did and he said it would be great tonight to fuck me with his cock and several fingers which he liked. I was way too excited about this new idea and said sure. Fred knew that even if I came I would be ready to go again in minutes anyway!

We watched the movies side by side for some time before Fred told me to suck him again. I stooped to the hole, feeling where it was in the darkness and felt his warm cock there, taking it into my mouth slowly, like he liked. I heard him groan and murmur. He withdrew it after a bit and said he was going to squeeze it down to let me suck it up again. I had no idea what he meant until it came back through the hole, now not as hard or large. I sucked it again and in no time he came. I heard Fred murmuring again and he placed his cock through once more, now all large and hard again from my sucking. 

Fred told me to turn around and watch the porno with my ass against the hole, he wanted to start fucking me. I took off my jeans and briefs and did, pressing my ass close. My own cock harder than ever from this new feeling and the porno. I felt his cockhead there, and he gently pressed into me and started very slowly stroking. 

I came from just touching myself right there. Fred fucked me for a bit and pulled out, said through the hole to just keep my ass there because he wanted to finger fuck me too or use 3 or 4 fingers, but to just enjoy it. I felt his slim finger go in too for a few minutes, then a little larger that must be two fingers. He stroked slowly at first, then faster until I heard him groan on the other side of the wall before he pulled them out. He said to stay where I was for more fun. 

Voices were coming from outside in the hallway and I wondered if anyone could hear us? Doors were clicking open and shut too. Now my cock was all hard again. I felt the single finger back there, then two and then again his cock entering me, now really swollen because he was so excited I guess. He really fucked me hard this time, again groaning loudly before stopping and I could feel his huge cock coming inside me. More voices and doors clicking. Then his cock, smaller again sliding into me. I thought it felt smaller but assumed my ass was now stretched so pushed back and enjoyed the fucking. Fred came again inside me and hadn't done that before. He was over excited too. 

Fred was right, it was a great time letting him fuck me like that through the glory hole. He finally knocked softly at my door and said we had to go. When I slipped out I could now see several men standing in the darkness. A few smiled at me when they saw what I looked like. As we made our way to the rear door, one guy said to Fred, don't forget the 'Tuesday night knock', 3 raps and then 1 more and someone would open the door for him. Somehow I knew the message was actually intended for me and wondered what would happen if I ever went back alone.



First Visit to Haitian Bondage Club



She closed her eyes as she lay on the large bed of her hotel room in the luxurious Moulin Sur Mer. The beachfront hotel was built on a sugar cane plantation around the midthe mid-18th century. . She was here on a business trip, checking out a new factory to be built. It was part business and part pleasure, Lyn having thehaving the weekend before returning home, her business finished, a free weekend with no distractions. The sun was shining in the window,window; Lyn was naked on the bed. The beach was empty but just the thought of anyone looking in would be able to see her naked excited her. She had started to have these strange desires about six months ago. She thought it just fantasy probably caused by lack of sex or at least lack of sex with someone other then Bill. Bill was her vibrator. She laughed, how many women named their vibrator. Bill was about ten inches long and over three inches wide, a very formidable man. She bought long lasting batteries by the ten pack, never wanting to be without Bill when she needed him most. Maybe she should add Duracell to her stock portfolio, a ten pack lasting less then a month.

She could see herself in the mirror that she had positioned at the end of her bed. The full length mirror was on an adjustable frame, able to move up and down. After about ten minutes she had it aimed just right. She gazed into it, spreading her legs slowly, teasing herself as she saw her pussy gradually revealed almost as if she were performing for a lover. Her nipples were so hard that they almost felt like they would burst, her fingers able to provoke them to hardness easily, her long nails scratching over them bringing delicious shivers of lust between her legs. Her breasts had little sag in them; her areolas were the darkest brown and seemed to engulf her large pink nipples. Men would look at her breasts before they would look her in the eyes. While demeaning as the President of a large company, it never failed to make her wet when they did, knowing that her breasts were making their cocks hard. She often wore button down blouses with her suits, many times teasing men by leaving more buttons open then was prudent for a women of her status. But she loved the stares that it provoked to much to be more demure

Her tiny bush was trimmed to just a triangle, almost like a warning sign, danger ahead. Her labia were puffy and very pronounced. She had a pair of shorts she wore at home only that clung to her ass and pussy, leaving little to the imagination. She wore them without panties, feeling the material cling to every curve in her lower body, sliding between her lips as she walked, her puffy lips clearly outlined in the front of her shorts. She wore them without a top, the freedom of her naked breasts bouncing slightly exciting her. She even had an orgasm once while walking around the house, the material rubbing her sex, the material pressed against her anus. 

She raised her legs up, bowing her legs out, her knees bent, spread to the side as she stared in the mirror, her sex offered to anyone who peeked in the window. Her breasts were rising and falling slowly, her breathing shallow as she began to get excited. Her hand reached for Bill, finding him next to her, ready and always hard for her. She stroked him as she would a lover, putting him in her mouth, running her tongue over him to get him wet for her. She pushed him in deeper, making herself gag, letting it play around her tonsils, her choking exciting her as if she were being forced to take his cock deep in her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gagged on the hard plastic. She pulled Bill out, her lips wrapped tightly around him as he left, knowing that he would soon be between her legs, ready to quench the hot lust that she felt.

She lowered Bill, letting him slide over her taut stomach, playing the end back and forth, leaving a wet trail down her body, moving down to her bush, Bill tangling himself in her silky hair. She could feel the wetness between her legs; her lips seemed to quiver in expectation of Bill. She hit the switch, Bill coming to life, the familiar vibration making the muscles in her stomach tighten. "Yes Bill. Make me cum," she said out loud. She pulled Bill from her body, not wanting to touch her clit yet, loving for Bill to tease her, make her wet before he made her beg to cum. One hand pulled a pussy lip to the side, her pink insides glowing in the mirror, Bill paused above her, vibrating with a gentle hum. "Please Bill; touch me with your magnificent cock."

Her body trembled when Bill touched her, sliding up and down her slit, his head covered with her juices, her pussy juice mixing with her saliva to make him slippery. "Oh yes Bill. Stick it in me," she begged her lover, her hips rising up from the bed, her vagina aching for the fullness that Bill could bring to her body. Bill needed no more encouragement, his head pressed against her tight opening, teasing around the tiny hole, the gentle vibration pressing inward. "You're so big, I don't know if you can get it all inside me." Her pussy was tight, Bill always stretching her painfully, forced to service Bill, her pain only adding to his pleasure.

She flicked the switch to medium, Bill becoming more insistent now, more demanding of her body. He pushed in harder now, her pussy clinging to the shaft as she was forced to take him inside, sharp pains accompanying the feeling of fullness as the hard thick cock began to push aside all resistance and sink inside her clenching pussy. "No so fast and hard," she begged Bill, but he was beyond reason now, his cock taking over, intent on burying himself deep inside her hot, tight pussy. Her hips turned side to side, trying to make it more difficult for him to push in so hard, but Bill always knew where she would move, his cock always in the right spot to press forward.

He began to fuck her now, each time pulling out, her pussy clinging to the shaft until only the head was gripped snuggly, then he would thrust in, the powerful thrust would make her gasp in pain as she went from empty to full in seconds, each time his cock shoved farther inside her. Each time she begged him to go easier but he didn't seem to hear her or care, only intent on taking his pleasure from her body. His cock felt like it was going to come out her mouth, smashed painfully against her cervix, the button mysteriously on high now, the vibrations now intense. His fucking became more insistent, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, her body trying to sink deeper into the bed to escape the painful thrusts but Bill seemed to know her every move, matching her motion for motion.

Suddenly she felt her pussy empty, Bill vibrating noisily between her legs, poised as she trembled in fear. "NO! NO! Not there. You know I don't like that. It hurts too much." She screamed out when she felt his cock move between her legs and run over her anus. He had forced her before, making her take the head of his cock in her anus until her rectum grasped onto it, the muscle clenching on it, attempting to force out the intruder. She hated him when he did that to her, knowing it brought no pleasure to her, only pain and the degradation of the act of sodomy. He loved the way she screamed in pain, the sounds spurring him on. He had only buried the head in her asshole, the burning as her anus was stretched to unbelievable proportions, the pain as her asshole clenched on his cock in response, teasing him to greater hardness. He told her he would soon sodomize her; dump his cum deep in her colon, teasing her before he would pull his cock from her asshole. 

She opened her mouth, Bill always forcing her to take his soiled cock in her mouth and clean it before he would fuck her. Her tongue played over the foul tasting cock, licking the plastic clean, gagging as she was forced to service him. She was relieved when he moved down again, his cock entering her in one swift thrust that knocked the air from her lungs, gasps from her lips as she was impaled on her rigid member. He fucked her hard for over five minutes, moving up and down, hands gripping her pussy lips and wrapping them tightly around the vibrating shaft as it pumped her. Fingers grabbed her clit roughly, pulling it until it rubbed against Bill. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, make me cum." 

A glimpse of a figure outside her window was all she needed, a guest rushing by, embarrassed at what he saw making him move quicker. She came, came like only Bill could make her do, her pussy flooded with her juices, running down between her cheeks of her ass to soak the bed beneath her, Bill vibrating inside her as she clenched on and off the thundering cock that extracted such pleasure from her body.

She pulled the vibrator from her pussy, exhausted from her orgasm that had shaken her body, her body glistening with a coat of sweat, her breasts rising and falling on her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Bill lay at her side, his batteries dead, his lust drained from its insides. "Why do you take me so hard?" How come your brutality makes me cum so hard?" She quickly dozed off, naked and exposed on the bed.

Lyn stood in her luxurious motel room overlooking the coastline. . She had been the President of Lewis Companies for over a year after an intense struggle for five years of moving up the ranks of the company., She had been Vice President of Finance for two years before finally achieving the goal she had so long desired, the President of a major corporation. She had to fight the prejudices, the glass ceiling, the stares of men that thought she slept her way to the top, but she had finally succeeded where few women had before.

The job had been everything she had thought it would be and more, challenging, stimulating and exceedingly overpowering her life. This is what she was contemplating now, her personal life, or a better choice of words would be the lack of personal life. The job had become ever consuming that there was little left for a personal life.

At thirty-five, Lyn still kept her looks and shape. Her blonde hair framed her tanned face, San Diego the city of perpetual sun, her green eyes that seemed to reflect that she knew something you didn't, her flawless complexion that needed little make-up and the countless hours of exercise along with a healthy diet kept her in top physical shape for her demanding job. She had little time for men other than work, not even sure what she was looking for any longer. The powerful men that would attract her were usually too old and the younger men lacked the power to handle a woman like herself, they seemed too weak, more willing to try to please her then control her. There she said it, control her. While a powerful figure at work, she was always overpowering, able to make men do whatever she wanted. That was what made her successful, but that is also what made most men undesirable to her. They wanted to please her. She wanted a man who wanted her to please him. Could that really be what she wanted? This is the first time that she actually said it aloud.

The trip was lackluster so far, business meetings with the contractors and the local partner, a trip to the site to check their progress, a business dinner and finally it was Friday night, work finished, her plane not leaving until Sunday afternoon. She got up from the bed to take a shower, putting a fresh set of batteries in Bill before she put him away, not wanting to reach for him and finding him unable to perform. She had arranged a local escort for her tonight, knowing better then to go out alone. Haiti was a male dominant society, women second-class citizens relegated to serving the men. Even her business position would have no effect on the men once the workday was over. She had got on the internet before she left, searching for everything she could learn about Haiti before she left, especially the seedier side of the country. In Haiti, she was relatively unknown and wouldn't be under the public eye. She was hoping to see some of the more perverse side of this culture.

She dressed carefully, a short black skirt that clung to her ass. A white blouse, buttons down the front, low cut leaving a generous expanse of cleavage showing, a white lace bra pushing her breasts up. She wore four inch heels, leather straps keeping them snug around her ankles, aptly named "fuck me heels". Underneath she was dressed to impress. A pair of low cut black panties clung to her hips, barely covering her patch, the material drawn tightly over her cheeks, her crack highlighted to perfection. The bra was a white, almost transparent material, her brown areolas visible underneath it, cut generously to show the maximum amount of cleavage, thrusting her breasts up high. But the best part was the stockings she wore. Black silk stockings, the black crease running up the back, the tops snuggled tightly into the black garter belt that clung to her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror before she put on the skirt and blouse and whistled at her own reflection. "Bill loves that sexy body," she said as she turned to show off her nice buns. "I'll have to be careful or Bill will want to fuck me in the ass again." She laughed as she talked to herself. 

She glanced at the clock, almost eight. She had already had dinner, room service bringing it up before she got dressed. She didn't want to waste the whole night on food, having other ideas of what she wanted to see. Her escort was to meet her in the bar downstairs at 8:15, Lyn finishing dressing, dabbing on some lovely perfume, making sure that a dab was behind her knees, hoping that the night would be a truly wonderful experience.

The bar was mostly empty, but all the male eyes were on her as her heels clicked across the floor, the whoosh of her thighs rubbing together as the stockings rubbed back and forth. She could already feel her panties getting moist as they stared at her, none of them ever getting to her face, most trained on her ass and legs, the short skirt providing the maximum exposure. She instinctively knew it was him, the dark stranger sitting at the end of the bar.

"Miguel?" She looked into his eyes, jet black knowing eyes that ran up and down her body as she stood before him.

"Yes, good evening Lyn. You are much more beautiful then I could even imagine. Would you like a quick drink while we discuss what you want to do tonight?

He looked to be about five-ten, dark black hair, about mid-forties. He was a mulatto, a mixture of French and Haitian. His skin was brown in contrast to the black skinned pure Haitians, with many European facial features. He was in great shape, his body fitting snuggling in the expensive slacks and pullover top he was wearing. His face was covered with a perpetual five o'clock shadow highlighting the somewhat rugged features of his face. His eyes seemed to burn through her as if he could see through her clothes, making her turn red in embarrassment as she imagined she was standing naked in front of him while he gazed up and down her body as he examined her.

"Thank you, I would love a drink. You pick it, something Haitian. And thank you for the compliment." She didn't comment back to him on his appearance, not sure if you were suppose to compliment escorts, this being something new to her. She sat down on the stool, her skirt riding up high on her legs, Miguel's eyes glued to them as she sat down. She didn't even try to pull her skirt down, a pointless task,task; the skirt was short for a reason, to show off her lovely legs to their advantage.

Miguel nodded to the bartender, a chilled glass in front of Lyn in a matter of minutes. She picked it up, the strong taste of rum permeating it, a blend of fruits mixed with it. It went down smoothly, almost too smooth, the cold liquid feeling as if her throat was frozen. "Very good," not bothering to ask what it was.

"What is your pleasure tonight Lyn?" Miguel knew very little of Lyn, only that she paid dearly for his company with no limit as to time. He could tell she was not married, no ring or the apparent no tan line on her ring finger reflecting her marital status. She could get almost anyone with a body like hers, so she must be important or famous and wanting something more than the normal tour of Haiti's night life. He had seen many like this, visiting a strange new country, wanting to see things that they could only imagine back in the cozy life in America. Well, she had come to the right place, Miguel well-versed in the alternative lifestyles of Haitians. He had only to ascertain her desires.

She cringed at his comment, her pleasure. Did he know or was it just a comment? She began to stammer, out of place for her, unable to say what she wanted, too embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed Lyn. I am here to show what you would like to see and I am well-versed in the many alternatives available. We have many places that are very sophisticated, not seedy little sex shows, but with people that believe in and are part of their life styles, more then willing to show others.

She looked into his eyes, seeing an understanding that she didn't expect. She cleared her throat. "I would like to go to a bondage club." Her eyes went down, not wanting to see his expression, her face red in shame.

It was almost what he had expected from her. Powerful women lived such an intense lifestyle, always having to be in control or masterful of the situation. Many sought the relief of being submissive to a male, bondage the ultimate submission. The relief of having all choice taken away from them bringing about complete surrender and ultimately intense orgasms. "A very good choice, Lyn. I know of a club outside town. It is an exclusive club, not open to the public. It is very private, by invitation only to the elite. Let me make a phone call and see if I can get us an invitation. Have another drink while I go make the call," nodding to the bartender for another drink, taking a sip of the shot of rum he had in front of him.

She finally looked up, a smile on her face as he didn't even look as though he was disturbed by her request as being too perverse. He seemed to take it as something normal. "Have you ever been there?"

"Numerous times for business and also for pleasure." He nodded to her, hoping to make her more comfortable. "They are not professionals, but normal people that have made bondage a part of the sexual lifestyle. It is laid out very extensively, with a wide range of bondage toys and equipment. Anyone is welcome to join in at any time and many do. I think you will find it very enjoyable if this is your first time. Very enjoyable." He got up from the stool, leaving her without waiting for an answer or a response. He made a quick phone call, able to easily get an invitation, especially after he described Lyn. They were always hoping that guests would decide to join in or volunteer. 

"We can go now Lyn." He paid for the drinks; all expenses would be added to Lyn's bill later on, Miguel not having to worry about the business side, which would be what his wife did best. He escorted her outside, a black stretch limousine waiting for them, Lyn a little surprised, half expecting a taxi ride. She got in first, knowing that he was watching her ass as she bent over to get in, sliding across to sit on the other side, her short skirt barely covering anything as she sat down.

Miguel was pleased when he saw the garter belt she was wearing, her skirt not leaving much to the imagination. Not many women wore them any longer, Miguel finding them extremely sexy, the swish of silk making his cock jerk in pleasure. She sat across from him for the short ride out to the club, Miguel making small talk, Lyn getting more comfortable about where they were going. The limousine stopped, the driver opening the door, Miguel wanting to watch Lyn get out of the limousine.

She knew he was watching her, making sure that she bent over even deeper then she had to, feeling the cool air ride up the back of her legs, knowing she was probably flashing him a glimpse of her panty-covered pussy from behind, almost wagging her ass in his face. She still knew how to control men.




First Visit to Haitian Bondage Club



Miguel slipped a wad of bills to the cashier inside, the door opening to a large room, the lights slightly dimmed. It wasn't like a club; there were no tables, just groups of upholstered chairs, a table between them and a low table at their feet. Groups of chairs were spread semi-circle around a raised stage in the center, Lyn's eyes trying to take it all in at the same time. In one corner, it looked like a jail cell, complete with a locking door and cot. Various pieces of furniture were scattered around the stage, all with the express purpose of holding a female secure and open. There was a pillory, holes for the neck and wrists, the victim forced to bend over, more holes in a board on the floor to secure ankles, legs spread widely apart. Various metal frames and leather horses were bolted to the floor, all with leather straps spaced evenly around them, each adjustable to put the victim in the appropriate provocative position. Ropes and chains extended from the ceiling; spread bars on the floor, open, ready for the victim limbs. Lyn felt her pussy get wet at the sight.

"Is it what you thought it would be?" They sat down, Miguel watching Lyn's eyes trying to take in all that was about.

"I never imagined," was the only thing she could stay. A young girl came over to the table, a tray in her hand. 

"Would you like something to drink?" Miguel spoke to her in French, the girl nodding. She pulled a pair of gleaming gold handcuffs out of her pocket, handing them to Miguel.

"Thank you." She left to get their drinks, Miguel seeing Lyn staring at the handcuffs.

"What are those for?" She was almost afraid to ask. More afraid of the answer.

"All the female guests in the club must wear them. It is a rule that cannot be broken. It helps keep the mood in the club." He snapped them open.

"They aren't real, are they?" They must be just props, used to set the stage.

"Genuine police issue, all except the gold plating. Exclusive for the club, nothing is too good for the female guests. Hold out your hands."

Lyn hesitated, not sure if he was joking or serious. He didn't move or make any effort to force her. He just waited for her. She looked around the room, a scattering of people around the chairs, about twenty or so. Most of the men were older, fifties and sixties, the girls were in their twenties and thirties. She looked; all of their wrists were secured in handcuffs, the girls adept at drinking and doing everything else with them on. She held out her wrists together in front of her, taking a deep breath as she felt the cold steel slap on her wrists, the ratcheting of the cuffs as Miguel tightened them. She pulled on her wrists, the metal chain linking them rattling, the cuffs holding firmly. God, she wished she could stick her hands in her panties and make herself cum.

"That's very good Lyn. You learn well." 

The girl brought over the drinks, this one a little different, still made mainly with rum, but the aftertaste was different, something she couldn't identify. Miguel had his usual shot of rum. She felt it burning as it went down, a little awkward at drinking with her hands cuffed together. 

The lights above the stage were turned on, a man and a woman suddenly bathed in the bright lights. The girl was about twenty-five, long black hair, dark brown skin that was highlighted by the brief white panties and bra she wore. Her arms were strung up high over her head, the golden handcuffs clipped to a hook hanging down from the ceiling. The hum of a motor could be heard, the girl's body stretching up high as her arms were pulled higher and higher until she was perched on her toes, balancing precariously, swinging back and forth when she lost her balance. The man next to her was older, at least fifty, maybe more. He was dressed impeccably, a slim figure for a man his age. He was Haitian, his skin black, sharply contrasting the girl hanging before him. The girl had a certain frightened look on her face, someone that had not been in this position before.

"She is new here, one of the local girls that the man had taken a liking to. He is a Judge, a very powerful man in the province. He has a liking for young girls and most girls would be foolish to resist his advances. She could find herself before him in the court, sentenced to perform for him in one of the prison cells instead of here, the Judge making her available to the guards after he had finished with her." He looked over at Lyn, seeing her squirming slightly in the chair as her eyes were glued to the spectacle before her.

The Judge spun the girl around, his hands taking liberties with her body as he did, grasping at her breasts, his hands on her hips and ass as he spun her around. He stopped her once, his hand slipping between her legs from behind to grip her sex, the girl letting her legs bow out slightly, still trying to balance on her toes. Lyn could see her hips begin to move back and forth, the Judge's fingers busy, sliding between her lips to saw back and forth, masturbating the bound girl before the audience.


The Judge slowly stripped the girl, her face turning red in shame as she was slowly stripped naked before the audience, the spotlight playing up and down her body, showing her most intimate charms in the harsh light. When completely naked, more ropes were pulled down from the ceiling, one leg tied tightly at the ankle, the motor humming again as her leg was drawn up high, almost straight up until her sex was completely exposed.

Lyn put her hand in her lap, pressing down slightly, not even caring if Miguel saw her, her pussy wanting so badly to cum. She looked over, Miguel staring at her.

"Is your pussy wet Lyn?"

"Yes," her hand pressing in deeper, Miguel already knowing what she was doing.

"Remove your hands at once," he ordered her. "You are not permitted to cum yet," he said very matter-of-factly, as if he had made her stop doing this countless times before. He looked into her eyes.

Did she dare defy him? His stare was intense, almost as if he was able to control her mind. She moved her hands away, squeezing her thighs together, anything to increase the pleasure between her legs.

"Good girl. Now lift up your skirt, above your waist." He waited for her to comply.

She lifted up her ass from the chair, but not before looking around the room, seeing the man next to their chairs looking at her. "He's watching."

"Of course he is. You are a very beautiful girl. He would be stupid not to, especially when you are going to show him your panty covered pussy. Now raise up your skirt. I won't tell you again." His voice became sterner.

She looked at Miguel, hoping the ignore the man next to them, lifting up her hips, sliding the tight fitting skirt up, hearing some of the threads in the seam breaking as she struggled to get it up. She finally got it to her waist, the material twisted. She looked down, her panties wet in the front, her thighs clenched tightly together.

"I love the garter belt and stockings Lyn. Do you always wear them?" Very few girls wore them nowadays even though they were the sexiest thing he could imagine a girl in, especially if her panties were off. They seemed to frame their pussy'spussies, drawing attention to their treasures.

"No, this is the first time." She wasn't even sure why she wore them. Did she secretly hope that she would be stripped like this?

"Spread your legs apart Lyn. Your pussy is too lovely to be clenched tightly together. I want your legs always spread, your pussy available." He was very adamant in his command; this was the way it was to be.

She did as he said, her legs moving until they touched the edges of the chair. She looked down, her lips barely visible beneath the tight panties. Miguel seemed to be satisfied, his eyes now turned back to the stage.

The girl had a ball gag in her mouth now, her voice silenced. The Judge was working on her pussy. With one leg in the air, she was open, her lips parted, her pink pussy contrasting with her brown skin. She was dancing on one foot as the Judge spanked her pussy, his large hand sliding up from the floor to slap harshly on her sex, her muffled cries silenced by the ball gag. She must have received over twenty slaps before the Judge stopped. But it was only temporary, her ass receiving a spanking next. Her cheeks went from pink to red as the punishment continued, over forty slaps until the Judge began to concentrate on her asshole, the last ten hitting her unprotected hole, her body jerking back and forth with each blow.

"Have you ever been spanked before Lyn? Sexually spanked to make your pussy wet?" He knew the answer.

She shook her head no, looking at him, afraid of what he was contemplating.

Miguel leaned over her, his hand sliding up her naked leg, Lyn's bound hands useless in front of her. She jumped when he touched her pussy, sliding lightly over her bush before moving down to rub along her lips. He pinched her lips between his fingers, hearing her gasp loudly. Her legs began to close. "Keep your legs open. I won't tell you twice." They parted again, his fingers sliding up and down her slit, feeling the moisture.

Lyn closed her eyes as his fingers played with her pussy, trying to raise her hips up, wanting his fingers to push between her lips, wanting him to masturbate her.

"Open your eyes," he ordered her. He removed his hands, sitting back in the chair. 

Lyn looked at the stage again, the naked girl now in a pillory, her head and arms in the round holes, a large metal lock securing her tightly. The man was behind her, kneeling down, putting her ankles in the wooden pillory on the floor, moving on to the other ankle, pulling her legs apart as if they were a wishbone, snapping them tightly in place. Her legs were exaggeratedly pulled apart, her cheeks open, her pussy and anus peeking out from behind, a spotlight shining on her most intimate parts for all to see.

The man hit a button, the pillory with her arms and head beginning to lower, the girl having no choice but to push her ass out and bow her legs to keep from breaking her knees. You could see her struggle as the man continued to lower her until her head was below her waist, her ass thrust up as if she was offering her asshole up to be sodomized. He patted her red cheeks, his finger sliding up and down her pussy from behind, getting his finger wet. His finger slid up higher until he encircled her anus, a tiny star barely as big as his finger. He rubbed her anus, watching her tiny hole clench and unclench from the rude fondling, a gasp from her muffled lips as his finger suddenly breached the hole and sank into her rectum. Her hips twisted and turned as the fingers corkscrewed inside her, massaging the muscle. She didn't seem to care for brutal intrusion inside her, but could do nothing but suffer the fingering.

The Judge's other hand began to play with her pussy, sliding up and down her slit, two fingers suddenly thrust inside her vagina, aided by her juices. His other finger continued to violate her asshole, the fingers meeting inside her as the Judge performed the duel masturbation of her bound body. Her body began to jerk about as the Judge masturbated her, whispering into her ear as he did. It took five minutes, but the girl finally succumbed to the Judge, three fingers fucking her pussy, two in her asshole, spreading her open, her body shuddering as she came for the audience. The sound of the Judge's wet fingers fucking her rang out in the quiet room as she came, her muffled screams of pleasure breaking the silence, her pussy and asshole seemed to be swallowing the masturbating digits. She finally slumped down, her body drained. The lights dimmed, the sound of the girl being released, the pair of them leaving the stage, the Judge eager for the girl to service his cock now.

Miguel reached between Lyn's legs again, his fingers gripping her sex like he would a bowling ball. "Did you enjoy watching that?" He knew the answer, her panties were drenched.

"Yes. Are they finished now?" She hoped not, she wanted more.

"It is time for another couple. Get up." It was not a question, it was an order.

She looked at him. He couldn't be serious. Did he really expect her to get up there and be stripped naked in front of everyone and ultimately masturbated? She saw it in his eyes. He was demanding it of her. He didn't try to force her, just waited patiently while her mind raced with all the mental images that flashed through her brain. She stood up, not even sure if she did it or why she did. She tugged her skirt back down, smoothing out the wrinkles. All eyes were on them as she started to walk towards the stage, the gentle sway of her hips and the sharp staccato of her heels on the floor seemed to mesh into a rhythm. Miguel was next to her, his hand holding her elbow as he guided her to the center of the room. She looked into the eyes of the strangers that watched her, the men's eyes watching her body as she moved, the girl's all looking into her eyes, commiserating but envious of what she was about to endure. She felt strange, her wrists gripped tightly in the golden handcuffs as she moved closer to the wide range of bondage furniture and equipment that would soon be used on her body.

Miguel helped her up the stairs, the spotlights shining brightly again on the stage. He looked into her eyes, seeing the uncertainty. "Everything will be okay," he whispered in her. "I will make sure you enjoy yourself." He turned her facing the audience. "I think they want to see your lovely body first. Raise your hands above your head." 

She obeyed, feeling her breasts pulling upward. Miguel was behind her, pressing up against her, feeling his cock rubbing on her cheeks. Her body was stretched up tall. It tickled for a minute, his hands sliding along her side, Lyn fighting the urge to giggle. She felt his powerful hands reach around and cup her breasts so protectively, his large hands easily able to encircle them.

"Such lovely tits you have Lyn," he whispered into her ear, his hips sliding back and forth across her ass. "Are you nipples hard?" He didn't wait for an answer, his finger searching for the harden tips, Lyn arching her back, thrusting her proud breasts out into his hands. He pinched them, the tips already poking through the thin bra and blouse. He pinched harder, a soft moan from Lyn's mouth as the pressure increased. "Do you like a little pain with your pleasure?" She didn't answer, but her back arched more, pushing her nipples into his fingertips harder, her body responding. "I have just the thing for you," he teased her.

She felt his fingers molding her breasts, his powerful hands clenching and unclenching on her tender breasts, tasting their resiliency. She arched her ass into his crotch, rubbing against his hard cock that throbbed in his pants. Would he fuck her in front of everyone? His fingers moved down the front of her blouse, expertly unbuttoning the white blouse, his finger tracing along the naked skin revealed after each button, sending shivers and goose bumps on her skin. He peeled the blouse back, revealing the thin white bra. She looked down, able to make out her dark brown areolas, her nipples pushing out the thin fabric, feeling almost naked already.

Miguel had to pull back from her body, his fingers quickly finding the catch of her bra and making short work of it, his hips thrust forward again, sliding his throbbing cock sensuously over her ass cheeks. "Put your hands down, we need to take off your handcuffs so I can get your blouse and bra off. We are dying to see your naked tits." He quickly un-cuffed her, the cuffs falling noisily to the floor, her arms hanging uselessly to her side. 

His hands returned to her front, stripping the blouse slowly from her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms, throwing it over into the corner. He returned to her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms, Lyn's hands instinctively coming up to cover her breasts, Miguel letting her do it.

She could feel her hot flesh beneath her hands, her hard nipples pressed into her palm as she stood there, the light blazing on her half naked body.

"Remove your hands. Put them over your head. Arch up your tits for us Lyn."

She closed her eyes, her hands sliding off her naked breasts, pushing them over her head, her back arched, the cool air rushing over her breasts making her nipples so hard she thought they would burst. She could feel all the eyes on her half naked body, a strange tingle between her legs as she was paraded before the audience.

Miguel's hands returned, his calloused fingers plucking at her nipples as she shivered in lust, his hands hefting up her large globes in his palms, bouncing them slightly. He let his fingertips play back and forth over the rubbery nipples, slapping at them with his fingernails, seeing her body jerk in pain when a sharp nail rubbed over the tender flesh. "Play with your nipples while I strip you naked."

His hands went down to the edge of her skirt, gripping it and slowly began to pull it up. Lyn obeyed, her fingers moving down to rub gently over her nipples as she stood submissively before the audience. The tops of her stockings were slowly revealed, the awes could be heard when the garter belt was revealed, many girls in the audience would be sporting them tomorrow, gifts from the men after seeing how sexy Lyn looked in them Miguel pulled it above her waist again, holding it while they audience admired her. He saw her fingers exciting her nipples more than he could have,have; the tips had to be over an inch long, sharp and pointed. He turned her skirt around, finding the clasp and zipper, letting it fall to the floor, Lyn kicking it to one side.

"Turn around," he ordered her, Lyn obeying, staring eye to eye with Miguel. He moved to the side, leaving her facing the mirror covered wall, the audience staring back at her. "Spread your legs."

She almost came when she heard the words. She didn't hesitate, letting her legs part. Miguel's hands moved to her ass cheeks, sliding over the tight flesh molded in her tight, black panties. "Such a lovely ass," he said loudly. He slapped her cheek, Lyn jumping suddenly at the unexpected occurrence. "Built for punishment," again Miguel speaking to the audience. Five more sharp slaps rang out in the room, alternating between her cheeks, feeling Lyn jerk at each slap. "Is your pussy wet?"

She turned towards him, whispering. "Yes." She wasn't sure why, but the burning pain of the spanking so close to her pussy brought about such a strange feeling between her legs.

Miguel let his fingers slide into the top of the panties, sliding them down over her cheeks to sit right underneath her hillocks, her naked pink cheeks staring out. It was a treat in the club to have a white woman, even more to have one stripped naked, most of the girls light brown skinned. "Such smooth skin. Welts would show up nicely against the white skin." He continued to caress her ass, running over each cheek, feeling her tighten her muscles when he tried to pull her cheeks apart. 

She tightened her ass cheeks when his finger slid up and down her crack, teasing her. She was embarrassed enough, not wanting him to expose her anus to the club. He ignored her attempts, his hand sliding down lower, to the juncture of her thighs, pushing the panties lower. She felt his fingers touch her pussy, finding her soaked in anticipation. She needed to cum and didn't even care if he masturbated her in front of the crowd. 

"Turn around now. Let's have a look at your lovely pussy." She turned around, her panties still down behind her. 

She heard the words again. 

"Spread your legs."

She didn't hesitate, letting them part, feeling Miguel behind her again, this time his cock rubbing against her naked ass cheeks. She didn't even clench her cheeks when she felt his cock rubbing her crack, the rough material of his pants rubbing over her exposed anus, feeling her tiny hole go into a series of spasms, Lyn unable to control it.




First Visit to Haitian Bondage Club



Miguel's hand slid down over her taut stomach, sliding lower as Lyn allowed her legs to open wider, giving him greater access to her aroused pussy. She thought she could cum if he just touched her there. His fingers outlined her puffy lips, pinching them, little gasps coming from her mouth as they were mistreated, the pinching fingers pulling them outward, her panties sliding between. She felt one fat finger run up and down her slit, the panties pushed between them soaked with her juices, her hips beginning a gentle fucking as she let him masturbate her.

Miguel's fingers caught the top of her panties, slowly sliding them down, her bush first revealed, her natural blonde hair so fine that it was barely visible, giving her a bald look like a little girl. Lower her panties went, a murmur from the audience as her slit was finally revealed, Miguel letting them slide all the way down until they got hung up in her garter belt. A snip and the silky garment fell to the floor, a small knife cutting the sides.

"Now spread your legs real wide. Show everyone your sweet pussy." His hands held her hips as she let her legs shuffle wider, Miguel whispering in her ear, "more" each time until he was satisfied, her legs now at least three feet apart. 

His hand returned to her pussy, fingers on each side grasping one of her lips and pulling, her pink insides gradually revealed, her juices glistening in the bright lights. "Such a lovely pink pussy. I know exactly what it needs."

Lyn turned when she heard the noise behind her, two men bringing over a large table to the center of the stage and then leaving, but not before they admired her naked body. She felt even more exposed, her garter belt and stockings highlighting her naked sex.

"On your back on the table Lyn." He helped her up, seeing her cringe as her back hit the cold wooden table. "I'll warm you up soon," teasing her. He pulled her arms behind her, the golden handcuffs placed on them again. 

She felt a tug as her cuffs where attached to something behind her, pulling her arms out straight behind her. A large leather belt was placed around her slim waist, Miguel tightening it, pinning her to the table. 

"Let's go those lovely tits in a better position." He pushed a bolster under her back, her breasts forced to arch up grotesquely as if they were pushing toward the sky. "Yes, so much more available." He moved between her tightly clenched legs. "We can do better then that Lyn. The audience can't see your treasures.

She felt him moving at her ankles, unable to see what he was doing but she could feel leather being tightened around her slim ankles. She looked up, two pulleys slowly lowering black metal hooks toward her ankles, fearing what they would do. She didn't have time to think much more, Miguel clipping the hooks on each of her ankles, the gentle hum of the motors beginning. She looked up, not only the ropes were drawing up towards the ceiling, but the motors began to move to the sides, each one going to the opposite direction. She felt her legs beginning to slowly rise up into the air. Not only that but they began to part, each leg pulled in the opposite direction. Her legs were slowly being drawn up high, but also spread, spread farther then she would have done.

Miguel watched between her legs as her pussy was methodically spread for the audience, the motors not caring about her discomfort separating her thighs, raising her legs up higher and higher. He saw her begin to struggle as the spread of her legs increased, moving wider and wider. Her pussy lips began to spread apart, her ass beginning to rise up from the table, the belt the only thing that kept her secured. He stopped the motor. 

She felt so exposed, even worse than in a doctor's office when she had to put her feet in the dreaded stirrups. She couldn't see, but her crotch ached from the spread of her legs, knowing her pussy was grossly exposed. Even her cheeks would not stay closed, Lyn clenching them tight, groaning as she tried to hide her anus from the audience. She felt Miguel's hands run up and down her thighs, slowly teasingly get closer and closer to her pussy. She felt the electric touch of his fingers on her pussy, her body shuddering in pleasure as he slid up and down her slit, rubbing over her vagina, slick with her juices. 

He could see her clit, the spread of her legs exposing the hard bud to the bright lights. No, he wouldn't touch her there yet. He had other plans first. She would have to experience the pain before she would receive the pleasure.

She screamed loud, the sudden impact of his hand exploding on her spread pussy shocking her back to reality. He rubbed her pussy for a minute before she felt it leave, knowing what was going to happen. He was spanking her pussy; her bound position should have alerted her to his intentions.

"Count them or I'll start at the beginning again." He slapped her between her legs again, his palm already wet from her pussy.

"Two," she cried out. Her sex was ablaze in pain, his hand hitting her with such a force. How could he do that to her? But she had let him, letting him put her in such a vulnerable position, what did she expect him to do? "Three," she screamed in pain, his hand returning to massage her inflamed pussy. Each time she felt his hand leave she braced her body for the next inevitable slap, each time the pain greater then she could even imagine.

"Nineteen," tears from her eyes as he continued to slap her pussy, sometimes hitting her tender inside thighs, but always returning to slap her pussy. She could feel her pussy lips swell up, giving him a bigger target, the skin so sensitive that even his hand caressing her pussy between spankings made her tighten her body in pain.

"Twenty" she cried out. His hand lingering longer then usual, a fat finger sliding along her lips, getting her wet. Was he finished?

She heard the hum of the motors, Miguel loosening the belt around her waist so the ropes could draw her legs up higher, Lyn's ass completely pulled from the table, hung like a piece of meat for all to view. Her cheeks were spread, her anus exposed, the cool air blowing on it as she hung there waiting for the unexpected.

Miguel grabbed the fifteen inch plastic ruler from the edge of the table, pulling it back until it bent almost all the way back. He watched her eyes as he let it go, the end quickly flying through the air, snapping back harshly. "Twenty on your asshole Lyn." He said it loudly, seeing her attempt to clench her cheeks, the ropes preventing all but a token resistance.

She braced herself for the inevitable pain, but she couldn't fathom the depth of his depravity. She heard the swoosh of the ruler, the rush of air and then the sudden shock as the end of the ruler stopped harshly on her asshole, slapping harshly against the tender hole. It felt like someone was trying to jam a log up her asshole, her anus more sensitive then she could ever imagine. The pain shot up to her brain, a scream tore from her lips as her asshole burned. "One," she barely remembered to shout out. No, don't, his finger pressed against her anus, slowly circling the wrinkled opening, applying pressure to the exposed hole. But the removal of his finger was just as bad, the swoosh of the ruler breaking the silence, the sharp sting of the unyielding plastic against her spread hole, the sudden pain on impact. "Two," she cried out in pain.

Miguel let his finger play around her anus, seeing the tiny hole clenching and unclenching, the pain making her asshole dance for his pleasure. She didn't even squirm when he rudely fondled her asshole, preferring his massaging finger to the harsh slap of the plastic ruler. By the tenth slap, his fingers began to enter her asshole, the red hole now impaled on his thick finger, his finger deep in her rectum, massaging the clenching muscle as she squirmed under his probing.

"Fifteen," she cried out, tears covering her cheeks. The air was pushed from her lungs as his finger impaled her asshole again, this time the squirming digit digger deeper into her colon, twisting and turning inside her. Her asshole burned, the constant barrage of pain from the ruler coupled with his probing finger was taking its toll on her body.

"Nineteen." Two fingers now impaled her swollen asshole, the digits going deep inside her, twisting and turning, sharp pains as Miguel spread them cruelly inside her, forcing her anal tract to spread wide.

"Twenty." The last was the worst; Miguel seemed to put all of his strength behind the last one, her anus already red and swollen slapped harshly by the rigid plastic.

"Would you like me to make you cum Lyn?" His hand went to her pussy, finding it drenched, her juices already leaking down between her legs, a wet spot on the table beneath her.

"Please, please, make me cum." Her body was so ready for his fingers. She had to cum, no longer caring who was watching her.

Miguel's fingers pushed on the edges of her vagina, spreading her open, feeling the tightness of her wet pussy as he struggled to open her up. Her tight pussy slowly spread open, his fingers keeping her hole open wide. He began to push in, keeping her spread as he did.

It felt like a big cock going inside her, his fingers spread wide, pushing in deeper and deeper. She was so wet. It was the position that he had placed her in, hung up, her feet high up in the air, her legs spread obscenely wide, all of her treasures exposed. It was humiliating, but also exciting, knowing that the audience was watching Miguel masturbating her, knowing that they would see her cum, their eyes riveting on her pussy as she did. "AAAHHH," his fingers plunging deep inside her vagina, corkscrewing in and out, the sound of her juices ringing out in the room as he began to finger fuck her. His other hand went up to her clit, pulling her clit hood aside, his fingers on each side of her swollen organ, pressing inward, pinching it between his powerful fingers, his other hand continuing to fuck her with three fingers now, the fat digits twisting and turning inside her.

He could feel her pussy grip his fingers so tight, if only the club didn't have a rule about no fucking any of the bound girls his cock would be doing the fucking, not his fingers. Her passage was so hot and tight, even with the abundance of crème she was putting out, he had to force his fingers in each time. He pinched her clit harder until he heard her moan. His finger began to slap the hard bud back and forth, his fingernail rubbing along the sensitive morsel as her body bounced up and down. He could see it in her face, she was ready to cum. 

He had her almost there, her body strung tightly on the edge of a tremendous orgasm. Then she felt some of his fingers leave her vagina, the other hand still rubbing her clit. One finger slid down her slit, Lyn knowing where it was going, unable or not wanting to stop him as it crept slowly towards her asshole. She felt it rub the abused hole, still swollen and sensitive from the ruler, beginning to spasm again, Lyn unable to control her own muscles. It pushed in, slowly spreading her anus open again, the burning returning, inch by inch in crept into her bowels, his other fingers buried deep in her vagina, only a tiny membrane separating the two. He began to pump her with his fingers, her pussy and asshole now being reamed by his fingers, her clit yanked and pulled. That was all she needed, her body began to shudder, her nipples hardened. She came, came like she never had before, seeing in her mind all of the men watching her pussy and asshole impaled on Miguel's fingers, Lyn bound like a two dollar whore, masturbated to orgasm for their enjoyment. Her pussy and asshole clenched on the fingers inside her, sucking them deeper inside, sweat breaking out on her body, her juices soaking Miguel's fingers, sliding down between her legs to soak the finger in her asshole, Miguel able to shove his fingers in deeper, aided by her juices.

Miguel watched her body hump on his fingers as she came,came, twisting and turning them inside her, making her feel them deep inside her. She clenched so tightly he had to push hard to get them back inside, but inside he did, deeper then before, his fingers rubbing harshly over her inner walls. She came for long minutes, each time he thought she had finished,finished; he pinched her clit hard, and twisted his long finger in her asshole until her body arched up again in another orgasm. Finally she stopped, her body drained. Miguel pulled his fingers out of her slowly. He untied her and helped her to the table, Lyn sitting naked in the chair, soaking the seat beneath her with her juices.

They left the club, Lyn naked, Miguel parading her through the club, a dog collar around her neck, a short lease to keep her in line. He let the limousine driver get a long look at her naked body, making Lyn crawl into the back seat, her naked ass wagging like a dog. He took her back to her room through the beach entrance, none of the guests lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her naked body only bound by the collar around her neck. He left her slumped in her bed, exhausted from the night.

It had been two weeks since her return from Haiti, many nights she thought of that night, Bill able to quench her new found desires. She picked up her mail, opening the bill for the escort service. Two thousand dollars, sitting at the desk, her checkbook open. Two thousand dollars to be stripped naked, humiliated and masturbated in front of a large group of strangers, forced to cum for their pleasure. She wrote out the check, two thousand-five hundred dollars, five hundred dollar tip for Miguel. She smiled, her hand moving under her skirt.

The End



First Visit to Hedo



We had dreamed of going to Hedo for years. That's Hedonism II in Negril Jamaica to be exact. Hedo is famous for great parties and nightlife, but we may not have been prepared for what was to come. Misty, my wife is a 40 something looking lady, 5 feet 2" tall and large 36 DDD breasts that she likes to show off. She has a very sexy figure and saucy attitude to go along with the body. She loves to dress in very sexy club clothes and as she calls them "fuck me" shoes.

Being long time nudists, we booked the nude side of the resort. As I said she wasn't afraid to show off a little, but what was to come was more than I would have ever expected. The first day we ate and slept. Wandered around the resort, getting familiar with everything. We dressed for dinner and ate very nice beef tenderloin at the Italian restaurant and danced that evening, then over to their famous piano bar. There we happened to sit next to a single guy, with Misty in the middle. 

Bob was a well-built man in his mid-50's that looked like he worked out and stayed in shape. We made small talk with Bob while the piano player went through many popular sing along rock songs. I noticed after a while when Bob would talk to me, he would lean forward and rest his hand on Misty's leg. The first several times we talked back and forth he removed his hand after each comment. Soon however, Bob began to let his hand linger on Misty's leg, first on the knee and slowly working his way up her leg. Of course the club dress she had chosen was designed to show leg and as Misty shifted her legs and the dress began to ride up to her waist, I noticed it was unlikely she had worn panties. Bob noticed this as well.

The more we visited, the more Bob would lean over towards me. Finally instead of putting his hand on her leg nearest him he let in linger on the leg nearest me, with his finger tip slightly under Misty's hemline. As he drew his hand back, he let his fingertips glide down the inside of her thighs that she had slowly parted her legs the more we drank rum and the more Bob leaned over.

Bob and I made eye contact as he raised his eyes from looking down at her lap. He looked a little like a kid caught with his hand in the candy jar and was about to move his hand away when I smiled and winked at him. He paused slightly trying to determine if he had crossed the line. Now I have always like to see guys drewl over Misty, so the only reaction I was experiencing was a growing hard on. I winked smiled and nodded this time my head up and down slightly to let Bob know all was well. A big grin spread across his face as her realized he had just been given the green light. Now I suppose I should have talked to Misty first, but I know how much she enjoys teasing guys.

The three of us continued to talk for another hour, during which Bobs hand continued to caress Misty's leg, his fingers sliding further under her dress until they have to be resting on her pubic area. Misty continued to wiggle and adjust her butt on the stool, each time adjusting so that her legs were further apart. One knee I notice was touching my knee, and the other Bob's knee. This meant she had separated her legs as far as she could without asking either of us to move our legs.

Bob continued to caress her pubic area and as the dress finally rose to a point I could clearly she had no panties and Bob's fingers were now working the split in her pussy. I glanced at Misty's face and noticed her eyes were frequently closed and she was softly biting her lip.

Misty was the first one to break the conversation trend suggesting the bar was hot and she needed to go outside, maybe to the pool or hot tub. I was a little surprised when she looked over at Bob and asked him to join us.

We stopped by the room to undress on our way to the pool and Misty relayed to me that Bob had been touching her and she hoped I didn't mind. I assured her I was many things, but at that time, minding wasn't one of them. She smiled a mischievous smile and asked if I was sure. I assured her I was and gave her a deep kiss. 

Let me explain Hedo a little at this point. There is a prude and a nude side. We were staying on the nude side. The bar at the pool is a swim up bar with underwater stools. Next to the pool is a hot tub large enough for 50 or more people. Open sexual touching and activity is not unusual, however this evening, things were fairly quiet with maybe a dozen or more people in the hot tub and as I looked over at the pool bar I noticed Bob had taken an underwater stool at the bar. Misty and I got into the hot tub and were still visiting about what had occurred. When she was again assured I was okay with what had occurred, she suggest she swim over and get us a drink at the bar.

I watch her sexy figure as she walked over to the pool and slowly swam over to the bar. Once there she stood up next to Bob and did what I can only describe as a breast massage on Bob's back. He turned around and I could hear them both laugh. She then ordered two drinks and while she waited, she visited with Bob. Both of her hands rested on his knees as they visited. I noticed Bob's hand reach up and slowly rub each nipple until she giggled. When our drinks were delivered, she motioned for me to join them. I wasn't however the only person to be watching Bob and Misty. A couple other guys had seen them as well and had taken up the stools on either side of Bob. Misty was still standing in front of Bob, who had his back now to the bar. As I came up, I reached around them and got my drink. Misty said she was a little cold and wanted to sit on a stool out of the water, but now since the stools were taken, Bob kindly offer to let her sit on his lap. Misty sat on his lap with her back to him turning her head to talk to him. I stood in front of her, rubbing her legs and slowly inching my way up to her pussy while I spread her knees. Bob, being the gentleman he was, reached around her waist, letting her breasts lay heavy on his arms. 

As we drank and horsed around, Bob moved his hands up to her ample boobs, massaging each nipple. I could tell Misty liked this and when I finally put my fingers on her clit, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention. Soon our drinks were gone and Misty was feeling no pain. In fact the only thing she was feeling was my fingers on her clit, Bob's hands massaging her boobs and now a hand from each of the guys that had joined our group, one on each side of Misty, rubbing her body where ever there was unoccupied space. 

Misty appeared to be reaching a decision point and as she did she hopped of Bob's lap. It was only then I noticed Bob had developed a hard on at least 9 inches long but not overly large girth. Misty ordered a drink over Bob's shoulder and as she waited we visited. Each of the other guys, Tim and John, now were massaging Misty's boobs. A the bartender delivered the drinks Misty got back up on Bob's lap, but this time she was facing Bob with her back up to my chest. We were so busy touching her that she began to slide off Bab' lap so I pushed her forward. As I did, she rose up on Bob's lap and I realized he was lifting her at the waist. I also noticed one other point. 

As Tim and John began sucking her nipples, and I rubbed her butt and clit, Bob began to lower her back to his lap slowly. She let out a small gasp and I realized Bob was in the process of impaling my wife's pussy on his large cock. He continued to lower her down and I could feel her lean forward and watched her lips met his. As her butt came to rest on his lap, she released her kiss and leaned back, giving me a deep kiss over her shoulder. As she did, she began to slowly rise and fall and with each stroke, she moaned and bit her lips. Air rushed from deep in her throat and she moaned. 

She laid back against me allowing Tim and John full access to her boobs, ears and neck. The more they sucked, the more she bucked and moaned. After 5 or more minute she let out what could only be described as a moan crossed with a shriek. As she collapsed back on me again Bob increased his pace and until he could stand it no more and her let fly with cum deep inside her pussy. As she relaxed, she said she needed to go to the bathroom and excused herself. Much to her surprise when she returned Bob and Tim had changed places and Tim now had his arms outstretched for her to sit on his lap and smaller hard on. She smiled and climbed on his lap. I traded places with John so he could kiss and touch her. She repeated the process twice more after Tim, once with John and finally with me.

After a quick kiss to the three, we retreated to our room where we had such intense love making we had never experienced. This was only the first day! We had 10 more days to go, but I'll save those stories for later.



First Visit to Mistress S



This is story about a beginner experiencing a light session with a mistress. It contains descriptions of anal play and anal sex, so if that sort of thing disturbs you please choose another story to read. 

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He looks again at her pictures. She is stunning. But in this case beauty comes at a rather large cost. She looks a bit like Rita Hayworth but the ad isn't a normal ad for a normal service. This beauty has her own dungeon, she is a mistress.

He is intrigued. 

For three days he has returned to the New Zealand Girls website. He has read the details over and over and has stared intently at her pictures.

He is fascinated.

Does he have the strength to dial her number? Is this what he wants? He is vanilla, and he knows it. Paid for sex is all about finding a pretty girl who will open her legs for an acceptable amount of cash. Except for that one time of course, but even then he was the one who had the control. With Mistress S it would be different; he would have to give her the control.

He is nervous.

But he is also bored. And with boredom comes curiosity. Mistress S has a beginner's level. It is a session that is less about physical pain, and more about erotic control. Maybe it is time to try something new? Finally he decides. He breathes deeply and dials the number.

It goes to her message, but there is none. The phone beeps and he waits, then a voice tells him that his message is invalid. He doesn't know it, but the exquisite torture has now begun. He hesitates, and then hits redial quickly before he can change his mind. This time he leaves a message, but forgets to leave his own number. Feeling stupid he rings a third time to leave the number, and he trembles as he puts the phone down. It is done.

He waits.

It has been over an hour, and he is getting concerned. It is late now and he will only be in town tonight. Tomorrow, in reverse alphabetical order, he will travel back to Adelaide from Auckland. Yes, soon he will be back to his home town vanilla normality. Maybe she won't ring, thinking that it would be too late now? He picks up the phone, thinking he should leave a final message, and tell her that any time is OK, but it has to be tonight. 

He is totally unprepared when she answers.

It is after midnight when he dials her number for the final time. He tells her he is outside, and her Kiwi accented voice says she is coming to open the door.

He looks around. The area is quite dark, and the door he is looking at is amongst some shops in a semi residential area. Can this really be a dungeon he wonders? He is doubtful, but he has come this far and it is too late to back out now.

The woman who opens the door is obviously the same person from the photos, but she is also different. She wears a long black dress which is cut low enough at the front to display her large breasts. They are neatly framed by her clearly visible deep red bra. She is the same woman as seen in the photos, voluptuous would be the word to use, but the photos were taken with fresh makeup and a fresh hairstyle. The woman who is in front of him now looks... used. Her hair hangs limply and her clothes are creased. His cock rises to attention; it has made its own decision. She looks like sex. 

This is Rita Hayworth combined with Morticia Addams, and then sullied in the most erotic way.

They exchange greetings and she directs him down a passage. It looks like a typical office setup, a carpeted floor and walls decorated in neutral colours, with a number of doors leading off to the right. They come to a door at the end of the corridor, and when he goes through it he realizes that he has arrived in her area. One wall is raw stone and the decor is black. His footsteps echo loudly as he walks on, nervously wondering about what is going to happen next.

But it is when he goes through the next door that he gets the real surprise. Her dungeon is huge, big enough to house a full size basketball court. The floor is polished wood, the stone walls are black and there are black curtains covering what he assumes are windows on both sides of the room. There are full length black curtains at the back of the room too. A large alcove in the centre of the rear wall houses a timber platform, and in the middle of the platform is a full size raw timber cross with shackles attached to it. Later she will describe to him how she has just had a couple who are on their honeymoon spend two hours up there with her, but for now he can only imagine how the equipment is used.

At the near end of the big room there is a large single chair looking toward whatever action there may be. Heading toward the cross there are then two flat platforms about the size of a narrow bed. The closest one is lower that the next. A third platform is longer and taller again. It is arranged at a right angle to the others. He looks nervously at it, as the top is covered with the tools of her trade. There are whips of different types, there are cuffs and shackles, there are neat rows of condoms, there are industrial sized containers of lubricant, but his eyes nervously linger on the array of items designed to be inserted.

She stops him near the chair before he can really distinguish the individual items too clearly, and turns him toward her. They have the conversation they need to set the limits of the session. Has he done this before? He hasn't. What does he want? He is not sure, what is available? Has he experienced ass play before? He has. He calms a bit as she is obviously letting him write the script, even though she will be performing the lead role.

He wants an erotic experience, so he elects for mild pain only, and she says she will watch and stop if she sees that it is too much for him. He explains to her that he sometimes cannot maintain his erection, and she smiles and says he is doing fine so far. She is right; he has been hard since he saw her. He pays her the agreed price.

They finish talking and she leads him through one of the rear curtains to a bathroom. He is to shower and go back out to her taking only his towel. She leaves and he quickly undresses and thoroughly washes. He is getting into the situation and he does not want to disappoint his mistress.

He walks back out holding the towel by his side. He does not need to hide. She is sitting on the middle bench, and she looks down at his semi erect cock and smiles. She tells him to stand in front of her. No, closer she says, and then closer again. His cock is almost touching her legs when she has him in the position she wants, and then she takes his towel. 

She puts a blindfold on him, and his other senses kick in, trying to compensate.

There is music in the background, dark harsh music. It echoes through the large room. He does not know the band Tool, so he cannot name them, but it suits the mood. He stands there for some time listening, not knowing what to do next. He waits for instruction. He knows she is examining his body and he wonders how she sees it. He knows he is fat these days, but the weight seems to be hard to get rid of. His once almost black hair is now almost white. He knows he has a fair bit of body hair too. What does she think?

She squeezes cold lubricant onto his cock and tells him to play with himself. He complies, and soon it is fully hard again. He wonders what she thinks of it. He knows it is nothing to be embarrassed about, but when she tells him he has a great cock he is relieved. He wants to please her.

She tells him to describe the wildest thing he has ever done sexually, and he hesitates momentarily. Then he tells her about the time he hired a transsexual escort and they did everything that they were equipped to do. But broad descriptions are not enough for her, she wants details. What exactly did they do? What positions did they use?

She asks him if it hurt to be fucked in the ass and he replies yes, but he also describes the orgasm he achieved while being impaled. She is excited by the story; he can hear that in her voice.

Then she fits some sort of long cuffs to his wrists, but does not tie them to anything. It is enough, he feels now that he is owned. There is a rustle of material from in front of him and she takes his hands and put them on her bare tits. They are big and firm and he squeezes gently. Harder she tells him, and he squeezes harder. Play with my nipples she tells him and he finds them and twists them firmly. They seem to be quite small in diameter, but they respond to his attention by rapidly lengthening. He wonders if he will get to suck them, but he lets her direct the action. She is the mistress and he is the slave, he will be happy with what she allows him.

She tells him to use one hand on her tits and the other on himself. She tells him how to stroke his cock, deep long strokes squeezing from the base up to the end. She tells him his cock is very thick, and how she has a small blonde sub that she would love to torture with it. Her sub is very tight, she explains, and the girl would scream as he fucked her.

There is more movement in front of him and his hand is now directed to her pussy. He is told to stroke her clit as he continues to masturbate himself. She wants another story from him, so he describes how a particular Asian sauna works, and the process a man goes through to have sex with the beautiful and exotic girls there. She asks how he chose the girl he had that time. He tells her he wanted a very small girl, and that one of the small ones smiled at him. Again she wants details, and he provides them. 

Eventually she tells him to stop; she does not want to come too soon. He stops. He wonders how much time has passed. He feels more naked without his sight than he does without his clothes. Then she ties something around the base of his cock. She does not say why and he does not ask.

She asks if he will fuck himself with a dildo. She wants to watch him fuck himself before she fucks him and then he fucks her she explains. He will try he says nervously. More movement and eventually she turns him around and pushes him gently backwards to the bench she was sitting on. She steers him down until he can feel the object she has prepared touch his ass. 

He has played with her tits, and has never seen them, he has played with her pussy and never seen it, and now he will try to insert an object which he has never seen up his ass. He wanted different he muses, and he has certainly got it.

He feels the pain as the well lubricated object presses against his hole, and it is awkward. He cannot see what he is doing and he must half squat above it. It is also slipping on the surface of the bench, and is hard to line up. He tries, but eventually has to give up. It is too sore, and too difficult. She is disappointed, and he feels he has let her down. He wonders how she would punish a real slave that let her down that much.

He tells her more stories and plays with himself again as she masturbates. He hears her breathing get faster and more ragged, and then she moans in climax.

Is he ready to fuck her she asks? She wants to feel that lovely thick cock inside her. He is ready. He has been ready since he saw her. They discuss possible positions as he feels her rolling a condom onto his cock. She has him wipe his greasy hands on the towel and then she pulls him between her legs as she sits on the edge of the bench. He feels her heat as he enters her and smells her well used sex. He wonders briefly how many others have fucked her already tonight. He is obviously not the first, but that just adds to the whole wild and raunchy experience. 

They fuck for a while, and she asks him what his wildest fantasy is. He describes the plot of a Literotica story where a straight man is fucked by two transsexuals while getting a massage. Again she is fascinated, and wants details. She asks if they 'spit' the man. They do.

He is having difficulty with the position because he can't see and she turns around and lets him take her doggy style as he continues describing the story. As he grips her hips he can now fuck her more easily. She feels thinner than the dress indicated, but he does not really care. She is warm inside and her pussy fits around his cock well.

He is sad when he realises that he will not come like this, the condom is masking too much of the sensation.

She asks how she can get his come; she wants it before he leaves.

Now she is kneeling in front of him, masturbating him. The condom is gone. She asks if he has been saving his come for her, because his balls feel very full. It has been a few days since he has come, so he says yes.

She has lightly slapped him occasionally over the course of the session, and also briefly dug her nails into his cock and balls. He asks her to do that again. She combines her stroking with light cock and ball torture. That is more like it he thinks.

He then asks her how she would arrange it if he was to come back and fuck her sub, and this time she describes the situation. 

The girl would be tied and blindfolded, and her only preparation would be a description of the size of the cock that she would be getting. That description alone would ensure that she was already wet.

He feels her nails digging into his balls as she pulls his cock. He wonders if she has sharp edged nails or if she is using something on her hands. Either way it feels great.

The sub would scream as he entered her roughly, but she would also come within moments.

His legs begin to shake as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He would need to slap the sub too. That is what she likes. He would have to pound his cock into her. It would be a hard and harsh fuck, nothing gentle, romantic or nice about it.

He is near. His whole body is shaking now, and has been for at least a minute. He has never been affected this way by the build up to an orgasm.

He would bury his cock full length into the girl and shout as he came. He would leave her hanging by her restraints and go away before she was unmasked. She would have no idea who had fucked her, or what he looked like, but she would know that she had been well and truly fucked.

He finally sprays his come, and wonders where it goes. Is it on her tits? Is it in her hands? Is it on the towel? He does not need to know, and his orgasm was so intense that he probably couldn't ask anyway. 

By the time that she has cleaned him up he has almost stopped shaking. She suddenly removes the blindfold and he blinks as his eyes adjust to the sudden light. She is in front of him, bare to the waist. His hands were right, her tits are great.

He has another shower and dresses, and when he returns to the dungeon she is also dressed. They talk about the experience he has had. They talk about the dungeon and what goes on there. They talk about what he should do if he wants to return and fulfil their fantasy with the sub.

As he walks out into the dark of the night there is nobody around. He gets into his car and heads back to his hotel. He should sleep well, but instead he will be wondering about the future. Will he come back? Will he move to the next level with Mistress S? Will he come back to fuck the sub?

He still hasn't decided, so what do you think he should do?

If he goes back what should Mistress S do to him?

Mistress S will read this, so they both will consider your suggestions.



First Visit to Nude Beach



Although several people have already seen my wife T nude, and several hundred by looking at her photo on our profile pic, she's always been reluctant to go to a nude beach where she's totally exposed for a period of several hours. Somehow the time length of being exposed was a something that she didn't want to experience.

However, after begging her several times she finally agreed that on our next trip to Florida she would agree to go to the nude beach and lay out for a couple of hours fully exposed.

We usually go to Florida to visit her folks in the summer, (I know why to go Florida in the summer?), but that works the best for us. It's always very hot down and the beaches are usually less crowded than they are during spring break. Besides at our age we really aren't looking for all the teenage college type parties that happen during spring break.

We had our dates set, flights and rental car all arranged and T made sure that she had a good start on an all over tan by visiting the local tanning salon several times. I wasn't sure if she was go through with her promise, but even the thought of it made me look forward to the time we'd have to spend with her parents before we took off for a couple of days on our own.

We spent a few pleasant days with her folks and although T didn't get a chance to darken her all over tan she did get enough sun so that her "private areas" were now a much lighter shade of tan. Finally our visit was done and we took off towards Miami. 

We checked into our hotel and after quickly unpacking T changed into some more comfortable (read that as less) clothes and we walked Lincoln Road Mall and had a couple glasses of wine and a nice dinner before returning to the hotel.

We spent the next hour drinking more wine while sitting on the balcony watching the colors of the ocean change as the sunset behind us. After dark we moved back into the room for a shower and some time to play. I made sure that her pussy was freshly shaved as I teased her that I wanted her completely nude when we went to the nude beach the next day. Of course I couldn't resist kissing and licking her naked pussy and between licks kept telling her how great she looked, and how sexy she would look the next day. It didn't' take very long and she soon squeezed my head between her thighs as she had a nice hard orgasm.

I was later treated to one of her wonderful blow jobs and soon we drifted off to sleep as I dreamed of showing her off the next day.

The next day was going to be sunny and hot so we decided to grab a quick breakfast and head out to the beach before it was so hot that the sun would burn us to a crisp. I think T was a bit concerned that her less tan areas would burn even though she'd been to the tanning salon but I kept reassuring her that I would be more than happy to rub sun block on her all day long.

As we prepared to leave T pulled on a sundress over her naked body. She started to put on some panties but when I reminded her that we were going to a nude beach she dropped them back on the bed. With that I knew that she was finally going to be nude for anyone's viewing pleasure for the next several hours.

We picked up the car and headed out the few miles to the beach and when we arrived there were already several cars in the parking lot and others driving in right behind us. Although this was our first time here we quickly found our way to the beach and headed over to the clothing optional area. 

We found a nice open spot and put out our stuff and sat on the large towels we had brought along. I looked over at T and just said "well" and she reached down and pulled her sundress over her head and folded it up and put it in her bag. She was now totally nude out in the sunshine with nothing around that she could quickly grab for cover. 

She quickly lay down on her stomach and had me rub some sunscreen on back. I paid extra attention to the areas that were a bit lighter (her ass) and she settled in to soak in some sun and enjoy the warmth. It didn't take more than about 30 minutes and the beach started to fill up with other people and although most were also nude there are always a group of people, young guys usually, that are there to check it out and see what they can see. It was that group I was hoping would check out T. 

I know that a "nude beach" isn't supposed to be about sex, but I know that most all guys enjoy looking at naked women, and for those that don't there were plenty of naked man too.

There were several small groups of young guys walking up and down the beach checking out the views. As one group walked by T turned over and asked that I put lotion on her front side. I spent several minutes applying lotion to her front and made sure that every area of her body was well covered. One group of 3 boys stopped and watched as I rubbed oil on her freshly shaved pussy and as T spread her legs a bit for me they had a nice clear view from just a few feet away from her.

They moved on down the beach and when I explained what had happened she thought it was funny that they would be interested since she thought they were younger that our own kids. It wasn't long before we needed to head into the ocean and cool off and after a few minutes we moved back to the beach and I was surprised to see that the 3 guys had rolled out their towels about 10 feet away from ours.

They were now between our spot and the water, and it was obvious that once we returned to our beach towels they would be able to look straight up at T's pussy. I teased her a bit a we walked back out of the ocean as they were watching her all the way.

There's something about walking out of shallow water that is very exposing. It takes a long time to walk out of the water and slowly T's tits and then her shaved pussy are exposed. Besides that during the walk back you are facing almost everyone on the beach so you end up being totally on display as you wade through the water and finally reach the sad.

T was actually blushing when we reached out spot and although it was hard to tell she was both a bit embarrassed and excited as the boys eyes and heads had been fixed on her nudity the whole time, even swiveling their heads as she walked past. She told me that she really felt like she was on display and my reply was "good." Which got me a punch on the shoulder.

We sat up for awhile and had a snack and some water before she once again lay down on her stomach and had me put some more sun tan oil on her. As I rubbed her ass with oil she spread her legs enough that the guys were getting a good look at her pussy from only 15 feet away and since they were all laying on their stomachs I assumed that they were "enjoying" the view.

After 15 minutes or so they went to the water to cool off and T and I could talk without them overhearing us. I asked her if she's ready to roll over and really show them the good and she agreed. She also said that she was having fun, but felt like she was getting burned and didn't think we could stay out much longer. We discussed what to do next as the boys came back out of the water and they plopped back on down on their towels two of them dropped their swim trunks so that they were now nude. 

T was still on her stomach but once they were settled rolled over on her back and asked me to rub some oil on her. This was loud enough to get their attention and the one who wasn't watching T quickly turned around. Once again I rubbed T's body with oil and paid special attention to the areas that weren't as tan. The boys seems to enjoy watching as I rubbed T's tits with oil and pulled her nipples a bit. 

When I started to rub her pussy she moved to the side a bit as she spread her legs and all 3 guys moved along with her so they could get a clear look as I took special care rubbing her legs and her bare pussy. By the time I was finished T was spread wide open, and her pussy was also spread wide. The boys they were totally locked on looking at her pussy.

She stayed that way for several minutes and then as she moved from side to side a bit they boys would also move with her. It was like they were attached to her pussy by some type of straight line going right to their eyes. T played with them for 20 minutes or so this way and then told me she was too hot and we needed to leave. I suggested she rinse off once more in the ocean and then we could go and I told her I'd join her in a minute. 

She walked past the boys and slowly moved down the sand as they watched her walk by them and as she reached the waters edge they had completely turned around to follow her. It was obvious from their erections that all of them were turned on and only one of them made an effort to cover up as they sat up to watch her.

By then I had also gotten up and since they were so busy watching T they didn't realize that I was standing next to them. When I asked them if they had enjoyed the show they jumped and one tried to deny looking while one other said "hell yes". I asked them where they were from, and how old they were and yes they were younger than our kids. I also told them that we had been very intentional about showing T's nudity to them and thanked them for watching.

I told them to think of T as one of their mom's friends and to remember this time so perhaps in the future they might be able to do get their wives to show off to some young guys and pass along the experience. With that I joined T in the water and after we had both cooled off we began the slow walk back out of the ocean.

We really walked very slow this time and all 3 guys kept their eyes glued on T and first her tits and then her shaved pussy came into view as she came out of the water. Finally we reached the sand and walked past them. Two of the boys were sitting up and showed T that her nudity had indeed turned them on. I think the other was too embarrassed as he was nude and stayed on his stomach. 

T stayed naked as we packed up all our stuff and we both waved and said goodbye as we walked back to our car. It wasn't until we reached the end of the clothing optional beach that T pulled her dress out of the bag and put it on.

Later that night it was evident that we had gotten too much sunshine as we were both quite red and burned. However, as we recounted the events of the day we got so turned on that did manage to find a position for sex where neither of us was too uncomfortable. Sad to say the next morning we went back to her folks.

Alternate ending:

She walked past the boys and slowly moved down the sand as they watched her walk by them and as she reached the waters edge they had completely turned around to follow her. It was obvious from their erections that all of them were turned on and only one of them made an effort to cover up as they sat up to watch her.

By then I had also gotten up and since they were so busy watching T they didn't realize that I was standing next to them. When I asked them if they had enjoyed the show they jumped and one tried to deny looking while one other said "hell yes". I asked them where they were from, and how old they were and yes they were younger than our kids. I also told them that we had been very intentional about showing T's nudity to them and thanked them for watching.

I asked them where they were staying, which was in a cheaper area of Miami and then asked if they'd be interested in getting together later in the evening? They seemed a bit shocked at the idea, but readily agreed to come by our hotel for a drink or two about 9pm.

I joined T in the water and told her that I'd invited the boys to stop by later on. She smiled and me and asked if I thought they'd really show since she was older than them, and even older than their mothers. We decided to play it by ear and if they showed up see what would happen.

As we walked out of the water they kept their eyes on T as first her tits and then her shaved pussy were exposed to their view. As we walked past them they turned and watched as T went by them. She locked eyes with one of the boys and then when she looked down at his erection he keep staring at her nakedness. We slowly packed up and as we left I told them "see you later" to which T also added "I hope so." 

We spent the next hours cooling off in our room, sitting on the balcony and enjoying a nice dinner out. About 8:30 we walked back to the room and it wasn't until then that we really wondered if they boys , might really show up. T asked me what did I want her to do if they did come over, and without answering asked her the same question. She offered that whatever I wanted would be fine with her so naturally I told her I wanted her to fuck them all. Her response was a quick and surprising "ok, you got it."

We were sitting out on the balcony and about 9:15 there was a knock on the door. We had been enjoying each others company and were already both nude by then so I asked to stay just stay there and I pulled on my shorts to answer the door.

I mildly surprised to see 2 of the 3 boys had come over to our hotel. We hadn't been certain that they would come for an invitation for sex with an older woman as there were plenty of younger girls in the city and perhaps they'd gotten lucky.

I invited them in and even from the door way they could see that T was nude out on the balcony. I asked about their friend but after calling him a few name they explained he had a girlfriend, and an older woman, and blah, blah, blah. 

I offered them a drink and told them to join T on the balcony, but to join her they should also be dressed like she was; naked. They didn't need a second invite and left their clothes in a pile on the floor as they moved to the balcony. 

I would like to describe the details of a wonderful evening of T taking on the 2 guys and myself, but reality isn't always what you might want to read. Let's just say that what they lacked in technique they made up for in enthusiasm. I explain some of what happened next.

I don't know if the guys were hard when they stripped off their clothes or not, but by the time they reached T their erections were leading the way. T turned around to greet them and was face to cocks with two naked guys. She quickly grabbed one cock in each hand and started to stroke them both as they stood in front of her.

It was obvious they had been waiting and thinking about this since the beach as within seconds one of the boys started to cum and sprayed T's face and tits with cum. She laughed and said "that better not be all you've got" and turned to the other boy. She continued to stroke him for a minute or two and then wrapped her mouth around his cock and started to blow him. He didn't do much better as I don't think she had her lips wrapped around his cock for 10 seconds and he also shoot a load. 

She always swallows the fist shot, but then deflects the rest onto her chest or face and she did the same this time. What was amazing was just how much cum that guy had to unload. He must have really been storing it for a long time.

After he settled down I introduced T to both of the boys and told her how old she was. They told her their names and ages as well and it was obvious from the amount of cum they had sprayed onto T that her age wasn't a problem. We realized afterwards that this was the first time T had made a guy cum and she didn't yet know his name.

As we all sat down T mentioned that she should go wash off, and I asked her leave the cum on her face and tits. Both the boys agreed that she looked good covered in cum and please leave it. We sat around and spent the next half hour or so doing the "introductions thing" which really was backwards but worked this time. They were college students and lived several states away from us. Both of them admitted that they hadn't had much opportunity for sex, and that today was the longest time they'd ever seen a real woman naked and not just a video or movie.

At that point I asked if they'd like to fuck T and both agreed that they were ready. We discussed the how and where and how many at the same time. T was amused to find that the boy how had cum so quickly in her hand had never had a blow job that we all decided she would give him a blow job while his friend fucked her doggy style.

We moved into the bedroom and after some direction everyone got in the right position. Once again, they boys were enthusiastic, but not very long and even though it was their second time to cum both were done in less that 5 minutes. T now had a pussy full of cum and another mouth full as well. Since that was the boy's first blowjob T wanted to make it memorable so she licked him clean and let his cum dribble out of her mouth and down her chin and rubbed it on her tits. By now it was time for them to go, they'd both gotten off twice in less than an hour and T had done a good job giving them some experience with sex. Since she wasn't satisfied yet I told them it was time to go and with just a bit of whining they soon left. 

We spent the next few minutes looking over the photos that were taken during the day. Most of them were from the beach, but I had also taken some photos a they boys had greeted T and covered her with cum and a couple while she had been taking them in each end.

We both laughed that it would make for an interested "what I did on vacation" photo album and then moved back out to the balcony. T was still covered in cum although most of it was dry by now. She knows I like her with cum on her face, hair and tits and that I like to take her out in public that way too. Since we were still both nude I bent her over and she grabbed the balcony railing as I slide into her from behind.

Her pussy was still wet and filled with cum from her previous fuck so it was easy to slide into her. As I started to pump her from the back I keep pushing a little harder each time to try and move her closer to the edge of the balcony. This is a little game we play to see if I can get her tits hanging over the railing before she has an orgasm. 

This time there wasn't any hesitation from her as by the third time I pushed she slid forward and had her waist against the railing. Her tits were exposed to everyone down below that might look up and she spent the next few minutes letting them hang and wobble back and forth as we both finished with a hard orgasm. 

We collapsed back into the lounge chairs and only the cooler night air woke us up a couple of hours later so we crawled into bed. In the morning we knew we had to be on our way and if we hadn't been going back to her folks she told me that she would have gone all day with the dried cum from the boys and myself still on her face, neck and tits. Ah yes, what a vacation to remember.



First Visit to Nudist Beach



Walking down the long stretch of hot sand, the cool blue water glistening and crashing onto the shore, I feel my nipples tighten with nervousness, I don't know why I let Tristan talk me into this, I always felt self conscious enough on the beach without taking my clothes off as well.

As we get closer I start to notice the sun bakers are wearing less and less until we get to one couple who were completely naked, as I tried not to look I couldn't help but notice that the woman's nipples were reacting to the slight breeze, and the man's cock, in a semi erect state lying against his thigh.

The guy looked up, I think he felt he was being watched and I quickly searched around looking for something else to pretend to be interested in and I notice that Tristan is already stripped off, I choose not to say anything and we continue on until we find a spot that is not too crowded to set up.

Tristan automatically takes off for a swim, but I stay on my towel trying to work up the courage to take some of my clothes off, I eventually decide that it wouldn't hurt to take my top off, having size E breasts I have always been quite proud and willing to show them off, I decided to put some sun cream on as I didn't want burnt nipples and at my touch my nipples immediately hardened.

I laid back and closed my eyes, the sun felt so good on my boobs and as I lay there I could not help myself thinking about the couple I had spotted earlier and my mind began to wander, I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought and decided I was heading into dangerous territory, I sat up wandering where Tristan was and my face began to burn as I spotted him in the surf talking to the couple I had just been having very dirty thoughts about.

Tristan looked back up to me and waved, then to my horror they all started walking up the beach toward me. 

They all sat down and Tristan introduced Jason and Rebecca, I said hello and we got to talking, all the time trying not too notice that Jason's cock which was semi erect when I was checking him out earlier was now matching Tristan's raging hard on. After talking for a while Jason and Rebecca said they were going for a walk and would we like to join them. 

Tristan and I had a quick discussion and we decided that we would like to join them, so we started to walk up and around the sand dunes, after about a 15 min walk we came to an area that was completely blocked off from the beach by other sand dunes and greenery.

Jason and Rebecca stopped, turned around and Jason said, look I am going to be blunt, we find you both attractive and would like to fuck you! Of course my face went red but my pussy betrayed me by immediately getting so wet that it started to ache with the need to have something inside filling it up.

After Tristan and I having went a short distance away and talked it over and both agreeing that we too would like to fuck them, we walked back to Jason and Rebecca to find Rebecca on her knees with Jason's cock buried to his balls down her throat.

I decided that this would be a great way for us to start also so getting down on my knees I took Tristan's cock into my mouth, I have always loved giving head so to try and get over my nervousness I sucked his cock, like I was a woman possessed.

Suddenly I feel the rest of my swimmers being removed and I felt a finger running over the outer edge of my pussy and knowing it wasn't Tristan my pussy immediately started gushing knowing that a complete stranger was playing with me, I don't quite know who it was at that stage but whoever it was must have decided that I was wet enough and inserted a finger into my streaming pussy, which of course made me go harder and shoving Tristan's cock down my throat so far I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, I looked up to see Rebecca bending over in front on me and Brandon with at least three fingers buried in her dripping pussy, I felt myself wishing I could lick the juices off her lovely well formed clit. Surmising that It must be Jason with his fingers in my pussy I pushed back against his hand trying to get his finger buried in me as deep as possible.

All of a sudden Tristan was pulled out of my mouth and I watched as he laid down on the sand and positioned Rebecca on his face so he could eat her gorgeous pussy, His rock solid cock pointing skyward. By this time I am on all fours and I feel Jason pull his finger out of me only to be replaced by I think about 4 fingers he started moving them in and out of my pussy, occasionally being replaced by his tongue, after a while he gave up on the fingers and just started licking my pussy it felt so good having his tongue flicking my clit and darting in and out of my pussy.

I then feel the head of his cock at the opening of my slit as I moan with pleasure I look up and see Rebecca straddling herself on top of Tristan's hard cock and I catch Tristan's eye , without exchanging a word we silently make sure each other is happy with what is taking place as I feel Jason's cock sliding into my hot and eager pussy.

My Hands dug into the sand as Jason slammed his hard cock into me and I looked over to see Rebecca bouncing up and down on Tristan's cock, Tristan with his hands running over her curvy hips trying to slam her down on his cock harder, I have always loved to watch Tristan fucking other women.

I moan as Jason slams away into my pussy and I feel his cock jerking and know he is ready to blow, he quickly pulls out and shoots his hot cum all over my well rounded ass.

I look over at Tristan and Rebecca and can tell by the look on his face that he is not far off blowing his load either, after two more hard pumps into her steaming pussy Tristan pulls her off his cock and shoots his load all over her stomach and tits.

As the two boys move aside to get their breath and their second wind, Rebecca and I look at each other with lust in our eyes, obviously although satisfied with having our pussies fucked, neither of us were going to be happy until we tasted each others juices. 

I laid Rebecca down on the warm sand and took one of her hard pink nipples into my mouth and she groaned. I flicked my tongue over her nipples and cupped my hands around her ample breasts, I slowly work my way down her stomach and using my tongue to tickle and tease her stomach, the hips, working my way down to her thighs. I quickly dart my tongue across the opening of her pussy and she arcs her back, I look up with my eyes to see Tristan and Jason with their hard cocks in their hands, I didn't think it would take long, I get back to the gorgeous dripping pussy waiting for me to feast on, and tease her a couple more times, when she starts pleading I decided I have teased enough and with my hands spread her pussy lips apart and have my first taste of her dripping wet pussy, sweet and hot, I darted my tongue in and out of her, I inserted two of my fingers whilst I was licking her and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue after a while of this I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it hard. Rebecca came on my face and I licked every drop of her sweet juices.

She then pushed me off and with a wicked grin she laid down and sat me on her face, the last words I heard before she buried her face in my pussy were...............my turn, and I felt her hot little tongue darting into my hole and I gasped. I looked up to see how the boys were handling all of the action, expecting that they were still jerking off, but to my surprise I saw Tristan and Jason involved in a 69 position sucking each others cock's. I didn't know Tristan was bi, I didn't mind sex is sex!!!!!!!!! Besides it looked totally hot and of course got me groaning and grinding myself harder on Rebecca's face while she lapped at my pussy like a cat to cream, I watched Tristan and Jason for a while enjoying the way Jason's cock was sliding down Tristan's throat and wandering how far they would take it.

The thoughts going through my head along with the flicking of Rebecca's tongue on my clit gave in to the biggest orgasm of my life and I came whilst sitting on another woman's face, another first for me.

As Rebecca and I lay back on the sand exhausted we lay there watching the boys going for it, Sorry, Rebecca said we didn't tell you Jason was Bi, that's ok I said it does not look like Tristan is complaining I said with a grin, all of a sudden the boys stop and Jason asks if Tristan would mind fucking him in the ass, I didn't know what the reaction would be but I was surprised and turned on by Tristan agreeing and before I knew it I was watching my husband fucking another man in the ass and finding it a complete turn on, my pussy was dripping again. 

As I watched him slam his hard cock into Jason's ass and knowing we had a few more hours of fucking to go I couldn't help but think, I am really glad he talked me into coming to the beach today.



First Visit to Paradise



A long long time ago in a land not so far away there lived a middle aged married man 52 years old at the time to be exact. He was a very lonely man not lonely because he was without people around him but alone because of a long time lack of affection of the female persuasion.

He had been married for over 30 years to an attractive woman who at one time had been loving and affectionate in her own way and they had lived a relatively normal life, until one day she had to have an operation. She had to have a hysterectomy and since she had never given birth to a child this alone was a catastrophe to her but  problems from the operation caused her to spend weeks in and out of the hospital for nearly a year. Not only was her physical health ruined but as one would expect her mental health followed the same path down hill.

Some where in all this confusion she had been befriended by some sisters and brothers of "Faith" who with all their good intentions began to change her from a woman to a bible thumping fanatic. Now he had no problem with religion or any other form of faith but these people were attempting to run her life, much as a cult like those that have been in the news lately.

She was told how to live her life and how to pursuad her husband to join them and the correct ways to make love within Gods plan for marriage. As her husband refused to follow the rules of these people she became alienated from him, following those she saw as having saved her life.

For over 10 years her health deteriorated to the point of her being on major medication that all but rendered her incapacitated. The gap between them grew to the point of living together as brother and sister. When passing in the hall of their home if he was to accidentally touch her he would apologize to her as he would a total stranger. 

There was no doubt of his Love or caring for her. He remained as loyal and faithful to her as a dog to its master. Caring for her every need.

One day while sitting at the computer, which had become his salvation over the years he decided it was about time to locate new friends for himself, since all their old ones had fell by the side over the years. He was now 52 years old and lived inside a vacuum he had created for himself in order to maintain a life separate from that of the little family life he had at home.

He placed and ad in the personals section seeking penpals. Those he could converse with at a safe distance and still maintain some semblance of friendship and sharing. He was lucky that there were other lonely people like him and he made many friends all over the net from coast to coast and in-between. His Life was starting to have meaning again as he would happily check his email daily and spend much time writing to his new found friends. His Life was again showing promise even though he wasn't actually touching these people he was regaining his value of Self.

One day an answer came to his ad from a Young woman of 36 in a city about 2 hours away. Normally this is one he would have written a "thanks but no thanks" reply to except this one had a lot of life to it, she challenged some of his comments in the ad and her statement of looking for friends because she was having no luck in the friends department herself caught his eye.

He had no desire to be a father figure to another lonely female especially one almost young enough to be his daughter but he just couldn't bring himself to delete this one nor send his "No thank you reply" After much time agonizing over this mail he decided to write back and just see what she had to say.

Her next reply was even more challenging to him. She seemed to know all the buttons to push to make him think and smile. The banter between them escalated to the point of sharing messenger handles and they began to talk nightly spending hours online talking about her life as she went to school and raised two teen age children alone, his life as he worked and tried to maintain a home life. Their politics was on different ends of the scale their likes and dislikes were closer. Her sense of humor was a never ending challenge to him just to keep up and his off the wall stories seemed to amuse her and challenge her as well. She could always give an answer to most anything he threw at her. This impressed him greatly

As with any friendship online eventually each wants to know what the other looks like. It just makes things more personal since you are writing into an impersonal screen and the screen is writing back. After much soul searching they decided to exchange photos. He was afraid she would see his thin hair with it's salt and pepper color and run for the hills but after receiving it she continued to talk and he became more at ease with this "Younger Woman".

After a while the talk turned sexual with each giving their opinions on what was exciting and what was taboo to them. Each realized that their preferences were much the same. After some time more specifics were added to each others descriptions. She admitted to being a full figured lady and he admitted that was very much to his liking because full figured ladies seemed to have of the attributes he found desirable in a woman, not the least of which are big breasts. She admitted to having a Large D Cup almost a Double D and then she released the hammer when she told him her nipples were extra large. Almost the Size of the first knuckle on your pinkie finger I think was the size estimate He informed her of how impressed he was and how lucky some young man would be to make contact with her and her lucious sounding breasts.

A few nights later the conversation made an unexpected turn when while flirting with each other the subject of a  possible meeting came up. Nothing naughty just a face to face meeting for lunch and open conversation eye to eye so to speak. He could think of no reason they shouldn't meet after all she was so much younger and he was for all intents and purposes impotent from mediation he was on and from years of lack of use. It seems to be a true statement when they say "If you don't use it you loose it"

The arrangements were made for the following Saturday. She was to drive the 2 hours to a local restaurant and motel where they could enjoy a leisure lunch and conversation. Deep in the recesses of his mind there is little doubt what he wanted to happen but he held no real hopes for intimacy after all she was so Young and what did he have to offer her that many other Younger and more virile men couldn't supply.

The day dawned cold and dreary but his mood was lighter that it had been in years. He showered and shaved put on his Old Spice which he hadn't worn in years then picked out his best clothes a pair of gray slacks and  nice sweater. He couldn't get his eyes off the clock as he moved around the house doing anything he could till the time he was to leave to meet her.

Finally about 20 minuets before their arranged time he climbed into his car for the 10 minute drive, he didn't want to be late. If she didn't show he wanted to make sure it wasn't because she couldn't find him or he was late. Finally he pulled into the parking lot in a position where he could see both entrances and he waited. He smoked one Cigarette after another and he waited. He changed every channel on the radio of the car and he waited. He checked himself to make sure he was all together and he waited.

After what seemed an eternity he saw a Maroon Toyota glide off the main road into the parking lot. This could be it. She said she drove a Maroon Toyota but how many Maroon Toyotas are out there? The car moved slowly through the parking lot with the driver obviously looking for something or someone. His heart was Pounding inside his chest so loud it reminded him of those artillery pieces shooting when he was in Viet Nam. The car moved into a parking place next to him. Did he dare look? this may not be her and he would face one of the biggest disappointments in his life. Finally he Had to look he had to know.

As his head turned to look in the window of the Maroon Toyota his heart skipped a beat, it was a Beautiful young raven haired woman exceeding any description she had given him. Surely this young woman couldn't be the one he had been talking to online for months she was a vision to him. He could never be this lucky.

With all the courage he could muster he opened the door of his car and got out, never taking his eyes from this woman. As he stood looking at her she opened the door of her car and slowly stood, always having eye contact with him. It was to him like all the love scenes of those old movies where a couple are running toward each other in a  field where the golden grass shimmers as each runs toward the other aching for that final embrace that will seal their fate as lovers.

There was no need to verify names each knew the other they just moved towards one another and their embrace was automatic like they had been here a thousand times before. She was tall as she had described herself her hair smelled clean as an autumn morning. Her breasts reached into him as they hugged and reminded him how wonderful it feels to hold a woman. He Kissed her neck because he had to place his lips on this vision some where and that was the most convient place at the time. They held onto one another like Old Friends who had been apart for years and were afraid to let go because this may turn into a dream and each would be lost to the other for eternity.

Finally after what seemed like hours of their embrace they pulled apart, looked each other in the eyes and kissed for the first time. The kiss felt as natural as breathing. She shivered in his arms as the kiss took on a more passionate tone. Their bodies joined like two perfectly matched pieces of a puzzle long separated by so many mismatched  pieces in the box.

Gathering up all the courage he could muster he pulled away from her, looked her in the eye and spoke his first words to her.

"I am not hungry right now" He said

"Would you like to get a room so we can visit more intimately?" He ask

Without uttering a sound she slowly moved her head up and down signifying her approval.

"I'll be right back" he told her as he began walking toward the office on a layer of air under his wobbly legs. His feet seemed to only touch the ground occasionally as he made his way to the motel office. 

Once registered he walked back to the parking lot where she was leaning against her car still looking to be in a slight trance, not quite sure what she was about to do but sure she had to do it.

He reached out his hand to her and ask "Are you ready?"

She only nodded in the affirmative still not having said a word. She took his hand and they began the slow walk to their rented sanctum. 

After what seemed like long hours crossing the desert without water they reached their destination. He fumbled with the key as his trembling hands couldn't seem to find the correct position to place the key in the lock in order to part the only remaining barrier between them. Finally after an eternity he had the door opened and stood back waiting for her to enter.

When she had moved past him into their own personal world, he turned and locked the door not wanting any of the outside world to interfere with them in their ecstasy. When he turned back looking into the still fairly dark room she was standing in front of him with her hands hanging to her sides. A Slight smile on her face, eyes wide open taking in all the light the closed drapes would allow. Looking at him and inviting him to her still without a word having been spoken.

He finally allowed his eyes to wonder over he body, now unashamed because they both knew why they were here. She was tall about 5 10 her eyes were black as coal, her hair had the same blue black color of a raven. What little light that was in the room danced around her. Her breasts were large and he could see the already hardened nipples poking through her blouse. As he followed the lines of her still buttoned blouse to her waist he could see the sides of her hips as they moved outward to form her nicely rounded ass.

As an electro magnet attracts steel they moved towards each other. Both looking wantonly into each others eyes their arms open to in case them in a lovers embrace. His hands moved up and down her back as their lips touched with the passion of wanton animals in heat.

Their mouths opened as their tongues entwined with each other. Breathing became almost difficult as the pressure each was putting on the other trying to get closer caused lungs to close. Her breasts were making deep dents in his chest as his lips released hers and moved to her neck for the second time. This time there was no need to control his desires as he nipped lustfully at her neck and ear lobes. His hands moved from her back and came between them to begin their exploration of her breasts. He felt her nipples harden even more under his touch as she again began to shiver from the passion each was giving to the other.

Suddenly she backed away from him and his heart almost fell from his chest. What had he done to cause this? Was she changing her mind? Did she realize this man was to old for her? Had he offended her in some way he did not realize? What could he do to stop her retreat?

A smile came across her lips as she reached for the bottom of her blouse. He looked at her as she started pulling the garment over her head, He followed by lifting his sweater over his head hastily. He didn't want to miss anything as she began to disrobe for him. She reached for the buttons on her jeans and he did the same, she began to unzip them he did the same. She began to lower the fabric off her body, he did the same. When the jeans were on the floor she stepped toward him, he did the same with his trousers and stepped toward her. A wider smile shown on her face as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, his legs grew weak as he gasp for his next breath. She let her hands fall to her sides. Her breasts found their release and gravity over took the straps on her shoulders and the lacy garment joined the rest of the clothing on the carpet. Her hard nippled melons stood before him, he quit breathing. Looking deep into his eyes she bent forward her thumbs clasp her panties and she began to wiggle her hips to start them on their journey toward the pile of cloth on the floor. He pulled his boxers off in a flash.

Still looking him in the eye she moved slowly toward him, her arms opened inviting him back to her. Again they embraced only this time he felt her flesh against him. Her nipples hard as diamonds pushing into his chest. He moved his hands to cup them again only she pulled back this time. She lowered her head to him and touched his chest her mouth following close behind. She Moved her head into him and took one of his hard nipples into her mouth and began to suckle him as he so desperately wanted to do to her. He held her head in his hands and pulled her into him as he kissed her raven hair. She smelled so sweet as kissed her again and again on her head.

Slowly she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, in all his years no woman had ever been on their knees for him before this. She used her hands as a wedge to part his legs and she cupped his balls in her hands. He had never felt a touch so gentle. Her touch reminded him of a soft summer breeze late in the night. Somehow she was touching his hairy balls without making contact with the skin. He looked into her eyes as she smiled a wicked smile and reached for his cock. She lifted his manhood with her hands and pushed the skin back over the serpents head, She slid his manhood into her mouth and he exhaled the breath he had been holding for what seemed like hours.

She slowly moved her mouth back and forth over is limp but wanting instrument. He was sure he would pass out because it had been so Long since he had been touched there by anyone other than himself. He placed his hands on her head and pulled her into  him as deeply as her could pressing himself into her wonderful mouth. He was in heaven he knew because nothing this good could be found on earth. After a few minutes he had to pull her from him because his legs would no longer hold his weight. When he pulled her up he kissed her deeply and thanked her for such an experience. She Looked at him, smiled, and said "return the favor and we will be even"

Nothing could have made him happier than to think now was his turn to make love to this wonderful woman and show her his passion for her.

Laying her on the bed he stood before her admiring this young beauty he was about to consume with more passion than he had know up to this moment in his life. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned to kiss her as gently as he could manage. His real impulse was to pounce on her like a wild cat attacking it's prey but he was so afraid he would startle her he held back with all the control he could manage. His hands began to explore her body as his tongue explored her mouth. Her breast felt like velvet under his hands her hard nipples were like the cherry topping on a sundae. He squeezed these female orbs and messaged them in his hand. The other hand he had behind her head puling her mouth into his as they kisses. She was awakening under him as she shivered everytime his hand found another part of her body.

His hand was progressing across her stomach as his lips moved over her neck and ears he knew where he was going but he had to take his time even with his entire being screaming "Take Her"  Finally his lips were moving across the upper most reaches of her breasts and his hand had felt its first touch of her soft pubic mound. He wanted to time ever thing perfectly he wanted to reach her nipple at the same time his hand found her female center.

He could feel her beginning to shake as his Lips continued their journey to the promised land. She was moaning beneath him and his patience was running out. After 10 years of waiting it seemed now was the time to make himself known as a man again . He felt her rock hard nipple against his cheek and his hand was at the top of her pubic bone waiting like an army waits for the command to attack.

In one swift move his mouth clamped onto her nipple and his hand slid between her legs to find her hot moist sex. She shouted "oooooo" and his army of lips and hands captured her femininity in one swift motion. She was his now and nothing was going to stop him, he was going to have this woman for his own no matter what the world had to say. His hand covered her bush and a finger slid inside her as his teeth clamped onto her diamond hard nipple. He sucked her into his mouth biting softly but securely he wanted no mistake in his intentions. Her inner being was so hot when his finger purged her he thought she would ignite beneath him at any second. She shuttered and he could feel her moisture escape around his fingers. She had cum for him as quickly as he could have dreamed. She continued to shake and shutter beneath him but he wasn't about to let her go. He had only begun his assault of love he wasn't about to stop it now.

As she lay beneath him panting for her next breath he used this time to regroup his army for the second assault. He moved from her and repositioned himself between her legs. He knew if he had been in this position years before now was the time he would spear her with his male sword but since that was not an option he was going to spear her with his tongue. He was going to eat her center .

He slid himself between her legs moving them over his shoulders then he raised himself causing her knees to rest and spread her legs wide, opening up her sex to him. As his face came closer to her wanton pussy his hands found her breasts. He sniffed her passion and lowered his mouth onto her dripping cavern of lust. He slid his tongue from his mouth and tasted her for the first time, again she moaned as her sences were returning




First Visit to Paradise



He took both his hands and spread her wonderfully fat pussy lips exposing the hot pink flesh beneath. He admired the sight for an instant and dove in tongue first. His animal instincts had over took him and he wasn't about to back off now. Her scent was driving him crazy the more he had the more he wanted. He slid his tongue from the entrance to her pussy to her clit back and forth sticking his tongue as deep inside he as it would go the taking her own moisture he would slide up and flick her clit as hard as he could with his soft instrument. 

Once she was opened for him his hands were no longer needed so he placed each on a breast holding the nipple between the thumb and forefinger giving him the ability to squeeze the breast and play with the nipple at the same time. His passion was growing to the point he was attacking her pussy and mauling her tits at the same time. She was screaming from the pain-pleasure and he was now totally driven by the sights and sounds of their mutual yearnings.

She began to scream again and this time he was prepared, he wasn't about to release her this time. She was his woman and he wasn't allowing anything to stop him, he was going to eat from her all her offerings and take what was left. Her Moaning and screaming was echoing inside the room and probably half way across the motel but he didn't care. Her Love was flowing from inside her like a river flows to the sea. She was sweet and salty at the same time, the more she cum the harder he worked her. He was now squeezing her breasts almost as hard as he could and his mouth was all over her sex like a man possessed. A vaginal vampire that had to have its daily fix of woman to survive.

Her screams subsided and she quit breathing he was afraid he was killing her, that maybe she was a sickly person and this was to much for her but for some reason he couldn't stop. Finally a sound came from deep inside her and she screamed a scream that would wake the dead. Then the crescendo he wasn't expecting she released her cum as a man does she was squirting onto his face he new it was cum as he watched it he moved over her and opened his mouth to her and she filled him with her fluid he drank from her well of sex all she had to give. He never questioned what the fluid was he didn't know and he didn't care, it was her offering to him and he was receiving it as his reward.

He managed to extricate himself from between her legs and moved to lay beside her on the bed. Her Smile was wide and continual as she wrapped herself around him. Pulling him into her so they were as one again. She began kissing his shiny cum coated face licking her juices from his lips and cheeks. Cleansing her man as well as kissing him. Finally in a deep throaty voice she told him how much she enjoyed what he had done for her and how she had never been treated to this kind of loving before. Her once hard nipples were now sitting softly on his chest as they kissed and talked like old friends and new lovers.

After smoking a couple of cigarettes and spending time talking and laughing she began to rub his leg again moving from his upper thigh to his hairy balls, back and forth she moved slowly yet with determination. She laid him back on the bed and began her slow journey exploring his body. Her soft kisses made him shiver with desire as she began moving her lips to his small yet sensitive nipples. He moaned as she suckled one then the other. Her hands had found his manhood and she was toying with his balls as each of his nipples hardened more than he dreamed.

He reached to hold her hanging breast as she moved over his body but she pulled it away. "Not now" She told him "It will distract me" so he somehow managed to keep his hands off her full mounds. She moved lower and her tongue flicked the head of his penis he jumped like he had been shocked buy 220 volts but she never backed away. She pulled him into her mouth and began to message his manhood with her mouth and tongue. He was putty in her hands and she knew it.

Her sucking became more pronounced and she began to message his balls with much more zeal. She had pushed back the foreskin on his uncircumcised cock and the super sensitive head was being loved beyond his wildest fantasy. He could feel his toes curl under her expert head. Her movements began to quicken and she bounced up and down fucking him with her mouth. He had never had a woman so wanting of him and he was determined to give her all she wanted. He thrust his hips into her mouth as he would if he were inside her the faster she moved the faster he moved. His cock felt as big as John Holmes to him and he knew it probably wasn't even hard but the sensation was there and the woman was there, what else could he ask for.

Suddenly he felt a tingling in his balls, something he hadn't felt in many years. This couldn't be what he thought but what ever it was he wasn't backing down and his lovely woman seemed to have sensed his impending climax  so she wasn't backing off either. She pumped and sucked and sucked and pumped as his balls began to burn. Her reward was cuming and he was going to see to it she got it. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head onto his erupting geyser. His balls emptied years of frustration into her sweet hot mouth. He screamed like he had never screamed before telling her to suck him, don't pull off now and she didn't, she stayed with him till he was totally empty. His balls had shrunk to the size of peas from their discharge. He felt as if he dumped gallons of sperm into her mouth, and when she released his totally spent organ she had that wonderful smile on her face again.

Licking her lips she looked at him and said "I thought you told me you were harmless"

"I was he told her" 

"Till I met you"

He had Never had anything like this day in his life and he wasn't about to lose it now that he had found it. They sat on the bed both smiling and smoking their cigarettes in   the total relaxation that comes only from a Great round of love making.

After 4 hours in the motel room both totally spent, they stood at the door kissing each other good bye. He was afraid to ask if he would ever see her again. So he decided to give her a kiss that wouldn't say good bye but would say there is more and better to come if we only practice.


As he pulled out of the parking lot the smile on his face told him he had become a man again.



First Visit to The Club



We arrived at the club early, probably about 9pm, there were very few cars outside and as we left our coats in the cloakroom it didn't look too busy. I nervously felt for his hand as we walked up the corridor to the bar, we had talked about this for so long, but now to actually be here almost didn't feel real. I wore a short, black dress, which barely covered my stocking tops. Not something I would wear normally. The underwear was new tonight, Hunter had bought it as a special surprise and presented it to me about an hour before we left. A quarter cup black lace bra that forced my breast up and together, while leaving the nipples totally exposed and a matching suspender belt with beautiful black stockings. When I asked where the panties were he told me I wouldn't be needing them.

My nipples were now aching from being erect for so long. The soft fabric of my dress rubbed over them gently as I walked, each movement moving across the delicate flesh and causing more arousal. I could also feel my exposed ass being barely covered and the idea of anyone knowing I was commando turned me on further.

We walked into the bar room and ordered a couple of stiff drinks. We had had a bottle of wine with dinner before leaving the house, but the fleeting slightly fluffy feeling was wearing off now and I needed Dutch courage like never before. We chatted about nothing in particular while sitting on high stools in the dimly lit bar. As the drinks flowed Hunter's hands started to wander and I felt his hand on the top of my thigh, the tip gently following the edge of my stockings and tugging gently on the suspender straps, 'I don't know why you don't wear these all the time.' He commented. 'Because I know the effect it has on you and your cock, I'd never get anything done!' I reached forward and stroked up his leg until I found the bulge in his loose fitting trousers. Slowly, but firmly I rubbed back and forth until I could hear his breathing change and he dug his finger tips into the top of my leg. 'Stop. Lets take a look around shall we?' 

I winked at him and slid off the stool, letting him take my hand and guide me back out of the bar and into the corridor. While we had been sat at the bar, several other couples and single men had come in, got drinks, sat in small groups or simply with each other, or left again to go elsewhere, where? We didn't know, but we were sure as hell about to find out.

The first room we came to was a small cinema room, with large bean bags laid out on the floor and no lights other than that coming off the screen. We both paused and watched the image on the screen, trying to decide if this was for us, the blond woman on the screen before us was being fucked by a man while a woman licked her clit, I know Hunter liked this kind of thing, so I took the lead and pulled him towards a vacant bean bag. He didn't resist.

I let him sit on the giant soft cushion and get comfortable before I sat in front of him, between his legs, both of us facing the screen, his chin resting on my shoulder. There was a number of other people in the room, although I couldn't see precisely how many, but I could hear them. Whispering and even the odd soft, quiet moan, although the moans coming from the large speakers drowned most of it out. Hunter moved my hair away from my neck and began slowly kissing from my ear down to my collar bone, I fix my eyes on the screen and relax back against his chest. I put my hands on his knees and gently stroke his strong legs. His hands circle my waist and draw my back against him, I can feel the hard bulge of his cock digging in my back and I gently rub my body against it. He slides one hand across my belly to my leg and slowly down to the hem of my skirt, before slowly moving back up, bringing it with him. I gasp quietly as I feel him exposing naked flesh at the top of my leg, as his teeth nibble behind my ear. The other hand, now holding my hair out of his way, grips my curls and pulls my head back further, stretching my neck and allowing him to kiss me deeply. He holds me like this as his right hand reaches my pussy. My breathing is now shallow and rapid at the thought of what he is going to do next, I just want him to sink his fingers into my tight, wet hole, but he's not, instead pausing, hand cupping my hot, aching sex. 'I know what you want, you dirty girl!' He whispers into my mouth, 'But I want you to ask me for it!' 

I can barely breath, let alone talk as I try to respond, I try to rub myself against him, I know he wants it as much as I do, he must be able to feel the heat and the wetness. He tightens his grip on my hair and pulls me back a little further. 'Please!' I manage to hiss, 'Please just do it!' He bites my lip gently, pulling on it. As if to say, do what? 'Please fuck me with your hand, like I know you want to!' 

And with that he enters me. Hard and fast and exactly how I want it. I push myself down onto his hand as he sucks and nibbles at my neck, pushing me towards the brink. Suddenly I remember where we are and that there are other people, strangers sat in the same room. My legs close together, trapping his hand and I try to release my hair from his grasp. 'Stop!' I say, quietly, which he does, but only long enough to grab my wrists and hold them together in his left hand, he then hooks his ankles over mine and pulls my legs apart, far wider than they were before, before sinking his right hand back to my waiting pussy. I stare at the woman on the screen, coming over and over again as the man now fucks her from behind and I know that I am about to cum with her. It feels as though he has reached right inside me, rubbing a place that only he can find, while his thumb sits on my clit, barely moving but the electricity this causes is mind blowing. I can't help myself and even with the other people nearby I feel myself coming to climax, I close my eyes and throw my head back, he released my hands and holds me in a tight embrace as I cum.

I slowly bring my head up as my breathing returns to normal. His hand is still on my pussy gently rubbing my cum over the outer lips, as he passes over my clit it causes me to jerk, its so sensitive. I slip off the bag and onto the floor before turning round to face him. We kiss as I try to undo his trousers, finally freeing his magnificent cock. I look at it as I gently rub up and down with my hand, then I look back at him before bowing my head to take him in my mouth. But just as I am about to, he stops me, pulling me up to his face for a long, deep kiss. 'Not here.' He whispers into my mouth, and pulls me to my feet.

We walk further down the corridor until we find an empty room with a large round bed in the middle of it. He leads me over to the bed and lays me down, the whole time kissing me deeply. He pulls me up briefly into a sitting position to remove my dress, discarding it and pushing me back down before I have had time to think about how exposed I am in this new room, with no lock on the door. 'Stay there.' He demands as he gets up. 'Now, I want you to touch yourself.' He is standing at my feet, and slowly pulls them apart, my exposed pussy aching for a touch. 'I want you to make yourself cum, knowing someone could come in at any time and see you.' His smile says it all, 'Start with those amazing nipples of yours.'

I do as he says, my fingers gently tugging and rubbing the exposed, super sensitive flesh of my breasts. I roll them between my finger and thumb, pinching just enough to make me gasp, before returning to the gentle movement. 'Take one finger and gently insert it into your pussy, just one.' My right hand moves down my body, pausing at the suspender belt, and then going further down. My pussy is completely smooth, not a hair anywhere, I had had it waxed for the occasion two days previously and it was still as smooth as it could be, I love that feeling. Avoiding my clit which is still super sensitive I allow my index finger entry into my hole and I pinch on my nipple with appreciation, closing my eyes as I feel the connection. 'Look at me!' He snaps as I do this, and my eyes re open and hold his dark gaze. 'You can have a second finger.' My fingers now rub slightly faster, the heel of my thumb pressing against my clit as I move them in and out, trying to keep my eyes fixed on him as I feel the climax building again. 'Do it, make yourself cum, make yourself cum, even though someone else might see you, you dirty girl!' It's too much, his words force me into a place I have never known before, complete wild abandon. I don't care if I am seen, or heard and I cum hard, against my own hand with a low scream.

As I lay on the bed a small puddle between my legs, my chest rising and falling in rapid breaths I realise he has moved out of sight, I tip my head back on the bed and see he is stood behind me. 'Lets get you out of that wet patch, shuffle up this way.' I am almost at the edge of the bed already, but let him hold my head as I reach then end and keep coming. He lowers my head down so I am now laying over the side of the mattress. He bends forward over me and sucks one of my nipples deep into his mouth. I can't move from my position, pinned down under him, his legs either side of my head. It is too much to try and keep my head level, and I let it flop down so I am seeing everything upside down. His hands move up and down my outstretched body as I try to look around the room, which seems to be almost entirely furnished with mirrors. From this position I can see myself, held under him, my dark hair falling to the floor and his now naked form bent over me. And it is fucking hot!

He stands up over me with his cock in his hand, slowly rubbing its full length before positioning it against my lips. 'Now you may have it.' He says as he slowly rubs against me. I open my mouth willingly, loving the feel as his shaft runs along my tongue, he slowly moves the tip in and out, barely entering me. I raise my hands up to cup him but he pulls them down, holding my wrists against the mattress as he steadies him self. I am now pinned completely to the bed, his cock in my mouth and my wrists held fast. I can see in the mirror behind me his buttocks clench as he thrusts again, this time a little further along my willing tongue and I hear him moan softly. He releases one of my hands and reaches forward to sink his fingers into my pussy once again. I groan at the invasion, still unable to do anything but accept his cock in my mouth and his hand fucking my pussy. As I begin to get more and more turned on, I feel him going further and further in, causing me to gag, he's never done this before and without being able to see or feel the shaft with my hands I can't tell how much is in as he forces it further. He pulls most of the way out and returns to gentle tip only thrusts, allowing me to concentrate on the feeling between my legs, I begin to groan more as my orgasm builds and I feel his thrusts getting deeper. 'I want it all,' I want to tell him, but I can't speak.

'That's it, my dirty girl, take it all, and cum for the audience!' I can't quite process what he is saying as my climax builds and he thrusts harder. He has let go of my other hand and is pinching my sensitive nipples as he fucks my throat, his fingers doing things I wish I could do myself! I feel his hand move up to my outstretch neck and he clutches at it feeling his cock deep inside, it is now I feel his balls hit my face and I know I have succeeded, I have it all. This is when I cum, hard, bucking against his hand and growling onto his cock like I have never done before. His thrust become harder and faster as he lets go of me and holds onto the bed. 'I'm going to cum in your throat and everyone is going to see, you dirty, dirty girl!' And with that he does, shooting over my tongue and down my throat leaving me no choice but to swallow.

He relaxes and lets his satisfied cock slide from my gasping mouth before helping me up onto the bed and wrapping his arms around me. 'You are fucking amazing, did you enjoy that?' I can't even speak in response, still getting my breath, my body twitching from the post orgasmic surge still firing through my body. He looks me in the eye and asks, 'Did you enjoy being watched?' And then looks towards the mirrors on the walls.

'Two way glass?' I ask.

'Yes,' he replied, 'And you just gave everyone one hell of a show!'

Pausing to take stock of the situation I slide off the bed and stand looking at him, laid out before me. 'Well, in that case, lets give them something truly amazing to watch!'



First Visit to the Salon



This wasn't the first time I had looked up at the typical Victorian terrace now situated across the street in the slowly diminishing light of dusk. I'd often driven past, and occasionally walked, wondering if I'd ever have the courage to enter, but also knowing that once that seed had been sewn it was almost inevitable that I would one day be in the situation I now was.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as though I just run a fast 400 meters. This time it was just due to pure adrenaline from anticipation mixed with fear or what the next couple of hours may involve. I had finally booked an appointment with one of the mistresses and my personality would not permit me to back out now, the mistresses after all did have a business to run.

Crossing the street I ascended the stairs, hoping no one in passing cars had recognized me. Standing close to the door and not daring to turn around, I pushed the doorbell. There was silence for a few minutes and I briefly considered whether I should take my last chance to turn and leave. The sounds of someone approaching on the other side quickly refocused my attentions, completely blocking out the noise of the passing traffic behind. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, in an almost dream-like, surreal state. The sequence of events that follow in only the next few seconds would normally be of no significance, but their familiarity mixed with intense anticipation, gives them a whole new life: the sounds of someone approaching a door, the small pause as their eye goes to the peephole, checking who is at the door, knowing that they can now see me but I still have no idea what, or who, is behind the door, the hand going to the catch, the slight resistance then creak as the door begins to open...

The shaft of light widened as the door opened, revealing a conservatively appointed entrance foyer. 

"Hi, and welcome," smiled a tall slim lady, dressed all in black. "Do you have an appointment?"

My mouth dry as parchment, I managed to stumble out a few words, wondering if they could be heard over the pounding in my chest. "Yes, ...hi., I'm Bill, I had an appointment at 6.00 o'clock."

"Ah, yes Bill, your mistress has been expecting you, follow me. This is your first time to The Salon isn't it?" 

Wondering whether she knew that from the appointment book or from my obviously nervous demeanor I wasn't sure, but I managed a stuttered, "ah, ha". 

The room is not quite ready but if you'll take a seat in the waiting room, your wait wont be long."

I was lead into a small comfortably furnished waiting room and took a seat in a soft leather couch. Standing almost over me, forcing me to look up steeply, the "receptionist" asked if I would like a drink. Having more time to focus on my surroundings I slowly raised my eyes from their vague focus on the floor to meet hers. Her knee length boots gave way to coarse fishnet stockings. Her lithe body was covered in a skin-tight leather corset, high cut over her thighs, accentuating the mound of her pubes, her breasts trussed to reveal a deep cleavage, which from my lowly position, served to frame her face, with it's pale complexion, and bright ruby lips.

"Thankyou, just a large glass of water would be fine."

She turned and left me alone.

On the small table in front of me were numerous magazines all obviously devoted to the subject of bondage and domination. Although placed there to be read I was too nervous to pick one up in case I was caught looking at them. 

I jumped slightly as I noticed the receptionist standing in the doorway with my drink in one hand. How long had she been there, watching me pondering the magazines in front of me?

"If you will follow me, Bill, your room is ready, and your mistress is preparing herself. I must say, she seems in a particularly playful mood today."

I followed the leather-clad bottom up the stairs, my face only inches from her cheeks. I inhaled deeply, trying to focus on the scent of the leather mixed with her own delicate body odor. At the top of the stairs we entered a short passage then stopped outside a solid looking door. 

"Mistress will be here in precisely ten minutes. Inside you will find a towel and other items necessary to ensure that you are completely clean for mistress, both inside and out. I suggest you use them. When you are ready assume the knees/elbow position on the floor in front of the mirror. Your head should be in your hands, and of course you should be fully exposed for your mistresses inspection."

I entered the room alone. This was my first view of a dungeon, although the room was strangely familiar from images seen on the net and those from my own dreams and fantasies. I knew time was precious as my mistress would soon be here. I moved to the small en-suite where I found a towel placed on a stool beside a toilet and shower. Neatly placed in the middle of the towel so that it couldn't be missed was a small plastic tube with a nozzle at the end. Suspecting what it was, I picked up and read the instruction sheet.



First Visit to the Salon



The novice was instructed in how to insert a finger and massage a prostate, mistress and novice alternating with their probing, again all but ignoring me, other than at one point where they tied my now erect cock and balls, so they wouldn't continually get in the way.

"May I be excused, mistress?" I heard the novice say. "I need to use the bath room."

"Novice, I told you that toilet privileges have been removed. But this means it is now time for another aspect of your training. A good mistress will have complete control of her bodily functions, particularly when it comes to your bladder. The best way to do this is to release a very small amount of urine and then stop the stream. This will lead to excellent muscle control. Now if you will sit in the middle of this throne slave has provided for you we will see how good that control is." I felt the novice move to sit just above my pelvis, placing her hands on my knees. I felt another hand lift my cock off my abdomen. "Now, let a little run free, but not too much." After a short pause I felt a wetness on my stomach, and a warm trickle run down each of my flanks. "That's plenty. Now hold that, and rub your panties around to ensure that you can hold it." I felt the novice rub her crotch up and down my midriff, my cock still hard in mistress's firm grasp. "Very good. You've earned your toilet privileges back. You may take slave into the bathroom and finish your ablutions as you see fit. Do not however remove the blindfold, and return him to me clean. I still haven't had my way with him yet. Slave you will remain collared, but your limbs will be free. Be on your very best behavior."

My shackles were undone and I was led blindfolded on all fours into the bathroom. Riding me like a pony the novice unleashed the remains of her bladder. I felt the warm fluid run down my sides and between my buttocks, over my scrotum, and on to the bathroom floor. When she had finished she rose, and moved in front of me. "Slave, I need my pussy cleaned." I felt the tug of the chain draw me closer. Clearly the novice was seated on the edge of the toilet, my sense of smell telling me that her pussy was on the edge of the seat, and only inches from my face. I tentatively stretched out my tongue, as her hands came behind my head, pushing it into her now panty-less lips. Having never before enjoyed a golden shower I was now lapping up the mixture of her juices and urine. When she felt she was sufficiently clean, she lead me to the shower and removed the residue of her training, before returning me to the mistress.

"Now slave it is time for me to have you. It is best that we restrain you again." With that the spreaders were returned, and I was tied over some structure, possibly the whipping horse. Bent at the waist, my arse hanging in the air, I knew what was coming. "Novice, you may leave us now." When the door had opened and closed, my blindfold was removed. Standing in front of me was my mistress, completely naked except for a black strap-on dildo. "You may want to lubricate this for me, and taste my pre-cum. Pushing her cock between my lips, she gave me no option. It was clear then what she had done with the remaining semen, as the now familiar taste mixed with the taste of latex. After a few strokes she removed her cock and moved behind me. Due to the position of the mirrors, I was able to see that thankfully she was applying additional lube to her cock. My anus contracted reflexively, as cold lube was applied, and a finger began exploring my passage. 

"It's time slave," was all she said as she pressed the head of her cock against my sphincter. Expertly she eased her way in, pausing frequently to allow me to accommodate her. After a moment she began slowly thrusting, laying her body against my back, and whispering encouragement. Her hand came around to grasp and then start pumping my cock. Suddenly her cock started vibrating and I felt the unstoppable surge of a massive orgasm. Mistress continued to pump and thrust until my cock went limp in her hand. She backed away, her cock falling out of my gaping anus. My initiation into this new world was complete.