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An Unknown Desire

By: WillingSlutPartner



His words had not given me pause to relax as I thought them through while taking my shower in preparation to go out this evening. He had been vague and would not answer my questions concerning our night out. I had followed his instructions and gone to shower when he seemed to become a bit perturbed with me. He had said he would lay out the clothes he wanted me to wear while I was showering. 

So what were we to do tonight, would we continue on with our game from the evening before or would he return to the Mark that I knew, the cautious and very quiet person that I had lived with for five years. Or would we continue on with our role play, with my submission to his wants. It had been adventurous for us, that was for sure. And I could feel myself beginning to get excited as I thought of how he had secured my wrists to my thighs and then used his hands on my sex. I couldn't stop him, I twisted and turned but that just opened my legs to his fingers. I enjoyed it and told him so, that resulted in me being tied spread eagled and blindfolded. And I even enjoyed that.

He had spoke to me while I laid spread for him, he had told me things that normally I would not have accepted, asking me questions about how I felt with my position, asking me if he could take pictures. I had not answered to the last question but I had heard the shutter sound made by our digital camera when the shutter button was pushed. I still had not seen any of the pictures he had taken or know if he had actually taken any pictures at all.

I finished my shower and exited the stall wrapping the long white bathrobe around me to dry off with. My makeup was set up on the vanity and I sat to apply it. What was I to wear tonight? I needed to know so I could match my colors so I stood and walked to the door, opened it and saw the clothes laid out on the bed. Wow, what were we doing this evening?

A very old and unused skirt that I had forgotten about was the first thing that caught my eye. It had been bought on a whim while in Spain during my college years. I knew it would still fit but I wondered if it would extend below my as cheeks. And a loose fitting peach shirt that I never had the gall to wear outside the house. When I put it on I could see my dark areola, so I had never had the guts to go outside the front door when I had it on. 

A matching bra and g-string that I did not recognize was also laid out. The g-string had less than 2 square inches of cloth to it I thought as I picked it up and examined it. The color matched my shirt at least so the bra should be about invisible under the shirt.

I returned to the bath and finished my makeup, brushed my teeth and my hair and then got dressed. I was surprised that the skirt actually did cover my butt cheeks, just barely. The bra was an odd one though, the cups did not fully cover my areola, it was more like a shelf to hold my tits high. I looked in the mirror when I was finished and the relection was different from what I would normally see. My red hair fell onto my shoulders and looked great against the color of the shirt, my boobs were high and pushed outward and inward making them appear larger than what I thought I had. I was still uncomfortable with the length of the skirt and the visibility of my nipples. The shoes that I had found were new and a bit higher than I had ever worn as well.

I left the bedroom and walked down the stairs. Mark was waiting in a chair sipping on a drink, a Jack and coke I was sure. A glass of red wine was poured and on the table across the room from where he sat. I walked seductively to the table and picked up the glass, saying thank you as I took a sip.

Mark rose and approached me slowly, something sinister in his smile. 

"I like the look," he stated matter-of-factly as he traveled up and down my body with his eyes. I could feel them boring into my visible nipples and spreading my thighs with his visual-mental image.

"We'll be leaving in ten minutes, I have reservations at Four Seasons at eight-thirty."

Well, this was a surprise. Now I began to get nervous. He was telling me we were going out with me dressed as I was? Yeah, I guess he was. And to the Four Seasons? The restaurant was one that required reservations weeks in advance. I had been there only once prior and that was for our tenth anniversary two years ago.

"Umm," I began nervously," am I, umm, are we going, umm, like we are now?" I asked nervously as he returned to his seat.

Mark turned and stared at me. He again ran his eyes up and down my body. "I don't see anything wrong with how we're dressed, I have a suit and tie on and you are not wearing jeans."

Well, he was right about that but I wondered how I would be accepted in such an establishment. I continued to sip my wine and the glass was empty much faster than I would normally empty a glass of wine. I went to the bar and refilled my glass asking if he also needed a refill.

"No, I'm driving, I need to drink slowly."

Wow, my mind was reeling with thoughts of my being exposed in the clothing I was wearing and wondering if I could go through with it. I guess I could say that Mark was continuing on with our role play from the night before.

Five minutes later Mark stood and said "Ready?"

I didn't answer, just started heading for the door.

We lived in a high rise in Boston on the 34th floor. I opened the door and stepped out into the corridor and turned to head for the elevator. 'I hope no one is in the hall,' I thought to myself as I got use to walking in the high heels and feeling the cool air swishing by so high on my naked thighs. Mark was right behind me and spoke no words as we proceeded to and waited for the elevator. I held my hands clasped together in front of me until the "ding" announced the arrival of the elevator.

As the door closed Mark moved immediately in front of me, making me tilt my head back to look up at his face. "You're beautiful, don't worry what others will think, I am the only one that matters." With that I felt his hands on my nipples, his fingers softly stroking them through the thin fabric. He slid one hand down and rubbed my stomach in circled that went lower and lower, until they were on my mons. "Do for me what I ask tonight, you'll enjoy it I promise."

Huh? I'll enjoy it? Now I was a bit confused, what was he going to ask of me tonight? I was still in the role we had begun last night, as I believed he wanted me to be, so I did not ask any questions. 

His was the dominant role, mine submissive. He had told me of his wish to play the game the weekend before and I had agreed to try it. Now I found myself enjoying it, found myself wondering what he would have me do, or what he would do to me, while in public at such a respectable restaurant.

We took a cab from our building, the seat a bit uncomfortable as my knees were much higher than normal due to the heels and Marks hand rested on my upper thigh. I could feel just a minute amount of pressure from his fingers, as if he was telling me that he was the boss, that he held the key to pull these thighs apart and that he could do it if he wanted to.

My mind was running one hundred miles per hour. I realized that it was because of the extended sex play we had had the evening, and this morning, before. I had enjoyed being powerless, being used to a certain degree, although it had been rather tame compared to some things I had read.

I had never thought I would enjoy this.., this..., this situation. Like most women, at times I did fantasize of being forced, of being completely taken by a man. I was well read and had come across many Harlequin Romances in which the woman was always reluctant until she felt the mans' hardness, or so it goes in those type of books. But I never saw myself acting out in that way. I was a career lawyer, someone who spoke forcefully and pressured others to do as the law stated. I was a District Attorney for Norfolk County. I had to be in control to do my job, to put bad guys behind bars. But now I was bending to the will of my husband, willing to do whatever he asked of me. Could I do whatever he asked of me? Well, it's possible that I may find out this very evening.

As we pulled up to the front of the restaurant, a doorman approached and opened my door. I tried my best but I blushed as I knew that this man did get to glimpse under the hem of my short skirt as I turned to exit the back seat of the cab. I took a few steps toward the door and stopped, waiting for Mark to pay the cab fare and join me. 

He was quickly beside me, guiding me with his hand on my upper arm, again the slight pressure, toward the door and the social nightmare that kept going through my head. The Maitre'd spoke to Mark, calling him by his name, and showed us quickly to the booth that had been reserved for us. This puzzled me, how did he know my husbands name?

We were brought a bottle of champagne before we could even speak to each other. The Steward poured a glass for Mark and then waited until he received approval to fill my glass. I lifted the glass gingerly, still feeling the affects of the three glasses of wine I had been able to finish in the short time we waited before leaving the apartment.

"To a different way of living?" Mark proposed, lifting his glass toward me in a toast.

I wasn't sure how to take this toast but it was interesting. Were we moving into a new lifestyle? And what was that lifestyle exactly? Would we continue on in this role play or would we change up at times?

The waiter approached and Mark ordered roasted turkey for both of us. 

He leaned in to me and began "I enjoyed last night, I enjoyed having you as I wanted you, I enjoyed looking at you and running my fingers over and into you,"..

'Wow, let me drink my champagne' I thought as I lifted the glass to my lips.

.."and I really enjoyed how you reacted, how you moved under my hands and under my body as we progressed."

I gulped quickly and looked into his face. He was serious. Had I been that uninhibited and not known it?

"It was the first time that I could say that you enjoyed our lovemaking."

Now that was a shock! I had always enjoyed our time together, our 'tromps in the hay' as he would call them.

"I want to try to go just a little further, I think that you are willing and therefore I set up this evening to see if it is a good road for us to follow." he spoke softly with his mouth close to my ear. "If you want to stop at any time, just tell me 'you have a case' and we will head home."

He was setting up the entire evening for me, allowing me an out if I really wanted one. I now remember him saying that he didn't think I'd go along with what he would like to do, he had said it last weekend when we had discussed the little game. I had told him that I was adventurous enough to go along with anything he wanted to do, and now I would have to live up to those words.

I felt his hand on my thigh again, this time more pressure and he was pulling my knee apart slightly and slowly, as if he was hesitant. I slid my lower leg over my knee and felt the cool air rushing up my thighs to the apex of my legs, to the small triangle of cloth that I was wearing under my mini-skirt. My ankle was now on my knee, my legs spread as far as they would go without blatantly holding my knees apart. 

I realized I had been staring at Mark's face and turned to look out across the restaurant. The tables and booths were full with couples and friends and I realized that my sex wa completely exposed to anyone who would look this way and glance under the table. Maybe the tablecloth would protect me, or that was my hope.

The waiter returned with our dinner and I went to move my legs together and sit up to receive my plate when I felt Mark's strong hands squeeze my thigh and force me to remain as I was. The waiter moved to the side of the table and placed the plate in front of me. I know that he could see into my lap, he could see that I was spread open and that I was allowing Mark to feel my thigh, to put his hands so near my crotch that he could feel the heat of my excitement. I could feel myself blush, my cheeks redden, my neck redden. I looked down and was taken by complete surprise to see my nipples extended and pushing against the thin fabric of my shirt, telling the entire world that I was sexually aroused.

The waiter took his time and although I could not look him in the face to verify it but I knew that he was staring down at my legs and Mark's hand. He did not say anything, thank God, but I know that he could see what was happening. 

Mark took his hand away but warned me, "Keep your ankle on your knee, don't move it." I sat up toward the table, a bit uncomfortable with my legs as they were, and we ate our dinner while making small talk. The waiter, to me, was overly attentive to us, returning to our table numerous times to verify that everything was acceptable. I also noticed that the wine steward also paid us more attention than other tables around us. 

When finished, Mark immediately sat back and moved his table to my leg, this time even closer to my crotch. I jumped when he first touched me, not expecting to feel his fingers on me. I did notice though that his touch was exciting.

Mark ordered us after dinner drinks and I am sure that my jaw dropped when the wait staff came over and removed the tablecloth before serving us our drinks. I now no longer had the illusion of being covered from the eyes of those around us. Mark smiled down at me and then I jumped noticeably as his fingers slid along my gash, pushing the thin cloth triangle between my outer lips. My hips rolled forward voluntarily as he pushed against my clitoris and slid upward further to my lower belly.

I immediately grabbed my drink and put it to my lips while gazing around the room. My eyes found one other set of eyes staring directly under our table, watching what was going on between my legs. He was a thirty-ish man, not bad looking and sitting alone at a table directly n front of us.

"Mark, people are...."

He cut me off by again running his fingers from my belly down, over my clit (again receiving an involuntary response from my body), and over my gash. "You're wet, you like this, don't you?" he asked. 

"Ah, well, ah, I guess, yes, it does feel good." My voice was so quiet I wondered if he could hear me.

I could feel my excitement building as he continued to stroke me slowly and continuously as we drank our Brandy and tried to make small talk. I was not really capable of following the conversation as each time his finger slid over my engorged clit I would have to cover the involuntary movements of my hips.

"We will leave after you come." 

What, was he crazy, come in the middle of a restaurant? Oh my God, this was moving fast. He wanted me to let go in the middle of a public restaurant and allow myself to enjoy a sexual release.

Then I jumped again as his fingers slid under the little triangle and sloshed freely in my juices. I know that I was now red and embarrassed and I looked back at my admirer who was still watching the free show, his hand now below the tablecloth that covered his actions. I could imagine he was rubbing his cock. I wondered if he had it out or was rubbing through his pants.

I could feel the tension building in my lower abdomen, the telltale tension of an orgasm building. I allowed myself to relax and closed my eyes, imagining that the entire restaurant was watching. I wanted them to watch, yes, that was the thrill. I kept my eyes closed and laid back against the seat, giving Mark freedom to stroke my sex as he wished.

I moved my hand to his and guided him to my clit. 'Yes, yes, oh, that feels so good,' I thought. I helped him move his finger up to put pressure directly on the swollen button. 'Oh, God, yes, rub me, harder,' was in my head and I wanted to say it out loud so much.

Then it was there, my eyes flew open and my abdomen began the rhythmic rock and roll of a sexual release. My mouth was open and I could not stifle the gasp that escaped my throat as I let it go. I held Mark's hand tightly between my now outstretched legs, ensuring he would not move his fingers from my hard clit. 

When I realized that the waiter and the wine steward were both standing right beside me watching me in my orgasmic spasm I sat straight up and realized that my feet were both on the floor. I had moved my ankle from my knee to spread myself out as far as possible so I could enjoy the release of my juices from deep within my womb. I looked down and realized that my skirt was now up around my waist, my entire sex exposed not only to the restaurant staff but to the entire restaurant.

I looked up quickly and saw that my performance had been witnessed by many diners who were seated around us. The men were smiling, most of the women were actually laughing or were looking on in disgust. I again felt the blush running up my chest to my cheeks.

"I guess we can go now, huh?" Mark remarked to me. "Could we have the check please?" he inquired of the waiter.

"On the house , sir."

As I stood I was not able to pull my skirt down quick enough to hide myself. My heavily haired bush was visible to the room for a second before I could get it covered, the tiny g-string in tatters between my thighs.

I strode as quickly as Mark would allow me to toward the doors, all eyes staring openly at the wanton bitch who had just given them a show that would probably be in the Boston Globe in the morning. Mark controlled me again with his hand on my upper arm, making sure that I was paraded around for all to see.

Once in a taxi and on our way back to our apartment Mark asked if I was still up to sex.

"Up to it, we might not make it up in the elevator before I want you inside me. I am dripping wet thinking about what you just did to me."

He laughed and slid his hand between my knees which fell open willingly to allow his fingers to stroke my wet thighs and gash for the entire ride to our building.

Then he commented, "Maybe you'd like to see some pictures that I found on the Internet last night."

An Unknown Desire Ch. 02



I awoke with a start, remembering the night before, the first night of our "new lifestyle", as Mark had termed it. Oh, God, what had I done? And where was this going? 

I tried to move and found that my wrists were still tied together and secured to the headboard. Yes, I had let him tie me up like this, except the last I had remembered my legs had also been secured to the footboard, one ankle to each side so my legs were obscenely spread. And the webcam, oh damn, the webcam had been on and I remembered that I had heard the "beeps" from the computer that announced someone had entered the chatroom. Oh, God, how many people had seen what Mark had done to me?

Then I reddened recalling the Four Seasons restaurant and the public humility of being brought to orgasm by Marks' hand while seated in a public restaurant and with other diners seated all around us. And they had stared, the women with fierce looks and the men smiling and laughing. I had sat there with my legs spread wide while Mark diddled me with his fingers, rubbing my gash and my clit until I lost control and came.

I managed to sit up facing the headboard and examined the bonds holding me from leaving the bed. The lock was a cheap small padlock, but enough to keep me from pulling it apart and leaving. I looked toward the headboard and noticed that there, as well, was a small padlock. My eyes scanned the nightstands but no key was visible.

Suddenly the door opened and Mark was there with a tray in his hands. 'Breakfast in bed?' I thought to myself. 'So what did I do to deserve this?'

"Toast, eggs, yogurt and ham," Mark stated as he walked across the room and placed the tray on the nightstand. He reached into his pocket and extracted the key that I had been searching for. He released my hands and examined my wrists where the binding material had been secured. "No marks, as advertised."

I was still naked and fully aware of my condition. I rubbed my wrists with my hands in front of my breasts trying to cover myself as best I could. "Can I dress for breakfast?'

"No baby, I want you like you are for a while longer. It's Saturday and there is no need for you to be dressed." He smiled the entire time he had spoke, his eyes running up and down my body. "I may want to repeat a little of last night before the day is out and I want you ready for me as well." He then motioned with his hand for me to move to the side of the bed to eat the breakfast he had prepared. "You need to renew your energy, get some fuel in your body, you expended a lot of it last night."

Again my mind flew back to the evening before. We had returned from the restaurant and had come directly to the bedroom where Mark had shown me the "toys" he had bought for me. There had been the expected toys, the vibrator and dildo, and unexpected items as well. The wrist and ankle restraints had not been expected. I'm not sure why he had bought the lingerie either as it had not come into play last evening. 

It had started normally enough with Mark using the dildo on me. He had stripped me naked and had me lie on my back on the bed with my legs spread wide so he could sit between my knees. The dildo had been stroked over every inch of my body between my neck and my knees, it had been surprisingly erotic to watch as it glided over my lower belly and between my outstretched thighs to run over my hard clit and through the juices leaking from my gash . He had made sure that I noticed when it was over my butt hole, applying just a little pressure and asking if I thought I would enjoy something up there. I had not answered as I was scared of what words might slip from my lips.

He had done a similar dance with the vibrator as well, with the tingling sensation causing more juice to slip from my womb. All the time he was playing, Mark was recounting to me what had happened in the restaurant, verbalizing the looks on the other customers' faces as they looked and saw my splayed legs under the table and his fingers penetrating my body. He had told me how they had pointed and were talking, made up their conversations for me. He told me how the women appeared upset but they were really jealous that they were not in my place. The men, he said, were grateful to look upon my quim and see me squirm around in ecstasy. I came as soon as the vibrator finally touched my engorged clit, my mind exploding in bright colors, reds and yellows of passion, gushing my juices out over the bed sheets and the rubber toy that caused the outburst from my womb. I continued to squirm and flail about while he held the vibrating menace on my pulsing clit for what seemed like an hour but was actually just a few seconds. I was out of breath and lay there panting until my heartbeat slowed. I felt dead tired and soon dozed off, Mark still between my knees looking at my crotch and breasts.

I awoke gently as the wrist restraints was being tightened on both my arms. I tried to roll over to see what Mark was doing as he raised my arms up above my head but my ankles were already tied to the corners of the footboard. He secured my arms so they were not tight, my hands were just above my head and out of the way, unusable to cover my private areas or to fight him off.

"It's time you made an entrance on the internet," he stated to me matter-of-factly. Mark moved a nightstand to the end of the bed and I saw that our laptop with the webcam was on the top of it. He already had the webcam on and I could see that I was framed in the screen from below my knees up. My quim was center, my pubic hair spread out and the lips of my sex easily visible on the high definition screen. "You're online and since it is a free site I expect you will soon have some visitors," Mark said as he took a seat beside the bed and out of the picture. He did place a pillow under my head so I could more easily view the screen.

I wriggled around a bit, trying to get my ankles free but it was hopeless, he had spent some money on the restraints and they were of a good quality that were not easily broken nor escaped from. I was beginning to get worried when I heard the first "beep" announcing a viewer. Mark just sat back, knowing that someone was looking into my sex and doing who knows what on the other end of the internet line that connected him to my image.

"Mark, please, I don't know if I want this right now," I pleaded with him. "What if a neighbor or a co-worker find this site?"

"Not to worry, the site can only be accessed by people who are in other states."

Oh, lord, now I had no reason to complain. Who would recognize me if they were from another state? Oh, no, what had I agreed to here? I squirmed again, this time with my hands as well as my legs but still to no avail, my restraints were stronger than me.

"Hi," I heard from the computer speakers! No, he had it set up so that whatever was said would also go out and people watching could speak! Thoughts of fear and panic began taking over but I could do nothing about the situation. "I like you, you're pussy looks wet and open, are you wanting something in there?" the voice asked. 

"Answer him" Mark ordered from the bedside.

I just turned and stared at Mark. Could he really want me to interact with whoever it was on the other screen, the pervert that was staring at my pussy and asking me if I wanted sex? Did he really think this experience would be positive?

"Answer him" he again ordered, this time his voice much more forceful.

"Um, well, um, I'm not sure right now, this is kind of new to me." I said with as much confidence as I could find. I was sure that the pervert on the other screen could tell that I was nervous and humiliated by the way that I had stuttered through my answer.

Another "beep" was heard. Now two people were looking at me. I reddened as I realized there was nothing for me to do to escape this humiliation.

Then Mark began, "Debra," which was not my real name, "enjoys being exposed in public. This is her first time on the internet though, she needed a little coaxing to stay on the bed and in the cameras view, so I had to tie her ankles and wrists. Once we get enough viewers I plan on using some toys on her." I wanted to scream out 'NO' but I knew that I had given my word and had bragged that I could go along with anything that Mark wanted to do to me. Oh, how I wished that I had never uttered those words. The restaurant was one thing, I had had numerous glasses of wine and was relaxed from the alcohol. Now the alcohol had left my system and I was in control of all my faculties. 

The computer started beeping up a storm and within three minutes I saw that the number of viewers was maxed out at thirty. Yes, thirty people now had a view of me that few had ever had before. I was blushing uncontrollably when Mark stood up and announced that the show was to begin but if anyone were to leave then it would stop until the room was at max capacity again. "Not to worry, no one is going to leave" was answered from the speakers.

Mark moved onto the bed and placed the dildo and the vibrator on the sheets between my legs. "I'll start with my hands and use the toys later" he announced to the crowd.

He then put a hand on my belly, rubbing my muscles gently and stroking me from my waist to the bottom of my breasts. He knew I enjoyed this, I enjoyed his hands on me, his tease of light touches on my hot skin, rubbing me in those places that did not cause me to release but excited me to the point of making my juices run. He used both hands, one near my breasts and the other touching the top of my pubic hair, pressing on my pubic bone and exposing my clit from the hood as it filled with blood in sexual excitement, never touching me in a way to give me release.

I could feel myself becoming excited even as the computer erupted with comments from the viewers. I could not forget they were there, and I'm not sure I really wanted to, but I could not stop my body from reacting either. I reveled in the comments that were heard coming from our voyeurs at the end of the bed. It was only minutes when I felt the first drop of juice leak from my gash and roll down between my ass cheeks and onto my butt hole. 

"OH, sweet, a juicer" I heard exclaimed in the metallic tone of the laptop speakers. I could feel my breathing quicken slightly as the tease continued. Mark was looking at me and smiled, whispering to me that he was going to give me a great orgasm for all to see.

His hands moved to my sides, stroking my breasts and wrapping up over my chest and down again to my stomach. He teased my boobs for five minutes without ever touching my nipples which grew and grew until they were extended about three-quarters of an inch, hard nubs on each boob, testaments to the excitement he was giving me. "Check out the nipples, pull on them," was a repeated comment ignored by my teaser.

Mark stopped and reached between my legs, he placed the dildo against my sex and then moved back to my chest, resuming his rubbing and stroking of my boobs. Now I could feel the hard fake cock on my lips, I could feel that it wanted to enter me, that I wanted it to fill me. I closed my eyes and thought about my position, about the thirty people who were watching me, the thirty people who had a bird's eye view of my sex and the fake cock that was slipping up and down my lips in the warm slimy juices of my sex. My hips were now moving involuntarily as my mind imagined the actions of the perverts that were glued to their computer screens, moving up and down and trying to capture the phallus in my hole. I wanted them to watch now, I wanted to show them my quim and my ass, I wanted them to see my lips split open and fill with the synthetic cock, and they would then be able to look deep into my womb.

Mark again stopped and moved around to stroke my thighs beginning at my knees and slowly, oh so slowly, worked his way up to the apex of my being, to that spot that I wanted him to touch. 

"She's so wet she's dripping", "Put the dildo in", and "Spread her lips" were all heard form the crowd gathered at the end of my bed. 

I felt Mark work his finger to my butt hole. He knew that I could not resist if he was to finger my butt, he knew that I loved his attention to that part of my body, and he began to rub his finger in the juices that had collected there, exerting more and more pressure so slowly. I pushed myself against his finger but he did not push into me, he held off still circling my brown hole causing my juices to run more and more from my gash onto his fingertip. The teasing was driving me wild, causing me to squirm against my bonds, to grunt and moan in need.

His other hand was on my mons venus, his fingers extended down on either side of my wanton lips but not touching me directly like I wanted, like I needed. More voices, including one of a woman, were escaping from the small speakers, eagerly expressing what they wanted to see. 'A woman' I thought to myself, oh, I had to communicate with her. I spoke up, "Who is the woman, what is your name? I want to talk to you."

She answered me, telling me her name was "Jane" and that she would gladly talk with me.

"Jane, tell me what you see, tell me what I look like, how much I leak, how much I am in need." I was breaking new limits, bringing someone into our bed with us as Mark continued to slide his fingertips around my sex and my asshole. Another woman, this Jane, was sending my mind spinning just thinking of her being there to watch me and to guide my tormentor.

Jane did as I asked, she told me about my juices on my asshole, on my cunt lips, and on Marks' fingers. She told me how sexy I looked spread out for all to see, how she enjoyed looking into my cunt, she described my sex and the way it was opened and glistening. She then told me she was naked and she was screwing herself with her own fingers, bringing herself off while she watched Mark bringing me off. My mind imagined her on her chair with her hands buried deep inside herself, giving me a mental show as I continued to be tortured with the building sexual storm.

Jane's words further excited me, they made me wiggle my ass around trying to grab my husbands digit in my ass, to feel him inside my tight sphincter. She egged me on, telling me to push against him, then telling Mark to finger my ass.

A large sigh escaped my throat when finally his finger penetrated me, he slid quickly and easily into my lower intestine, fucked my ass. I screamed out in relief as he began to move in and out of my brown spot like someone fucking me. I loved the feeling, I loved the nastiness and I told him to keep fucking me and to rub my clit.

Mark had other ideas though, and Jane knew what they were as well. I heard her tell my husband to replace his finger with the dildo. 

I loved his finger but it was so tiny compared to the dildo he had bought. I was still a virgin back there, except for skinny little fingers, well two fingers at the most. Now he stopped and I felt the dildo slowly slide from my lips down over the thin membrane that separated my asshole from my gash. It was there now, it was positioned to enter me, and the audience was in agreement. "Push it in, deep and hard".

I groaned loudly as the hard rubber entered me, split me wide open, my mind exploding in pleasure and pain as my muscles fought against the intrusion and at the same time welcomed the intruder. I groaned and groaned. Not from pain though. It was from release. Yes, I came as my asshole was split wide apart, as I lost my final virginity while being watched by thirty strangers, thirty people I did not know nor would I ever get to meet. My mind went blank focusing on that one thing, on that spot that was being invaded, on the heat escaping from my womb and moving over my entire body, enveloping me and causing me to shriek out and pull against the bonds holding me. I could feel my juices squirting out, my stomach rolling, clenching in orgasm as the thick dildo pushed further between my cheeks. I heard myself screaming in ecstasy, telling everyone that I was cumming, that the dildo had broken me, had sent me over the top and into the most pleasurable place a woman could be. I heard Jane too, she was coming, she was also screaming and I imagined what she looked like with her head thrown back and her mouth wide open in ecstasy.. 

I came down slowly. It took me a while before I could breath normally. I laid there with my eyes closed, my satiated sex spread before the camera. Then I felt Mark on the bed, climbing between my legs. The dildo was still well up inside me when I felt Mark's hardness at the opening to my quim. 

One hard thrust and he banged his pubic bone into mine. Oh, the feeling of fullness enveloped me, what with both holes filled. I imagined that I was a sandwich, one person filling my ass and the other my cunt. I began to speak, telling my audience how I felt, how I imagined myself now. Guys watching were more than willing to volunteer to be the third party to our sex and I laughed out loud. 

Mark began moving inside me, thrusting gently at first and progressively increasing his pace and the force he used to violate me. He moved his hips back and forth then began sliding himself further and further out before thrusting back and filling me, touching my womb, crushing my still excited clit. I encouraged him by telling him to fuck me harder, to break me in two. 

We were encouraged by the visitors as well, telling us how they could see the froth escaping from me and coating Mark's hard cock. They were all talking at once, telling Mark to make it hurt, to fuck me good, to bounce his balls off my ass. 

I pushed back against his thrusting as best I could with my legs so far spread. I tried to reach up to him but was unable to bring my arms out. I was a captive for his use, unable to fight back yet willing to have him use my body for his pleasure. Mark put his hands on my tits and squeezed hard, making the pain so pleasurable, heightening my arousal that much more. I could tell that I was again going to explode, this time around the familiar cock filling my cunt and the foreign dildo deep in my ass.

Jane was again there at the end of the bed. "Fuck him back Debra, push your wanton cunt at his cock, let him go inside your womb, deep inside. I can see your cunt and your asshole getting tighter Debra, you are going to cum on your lovers cock, aren't you? Tell me Debra, are you going to cum on his cock?"

I screamed again, the second time within just minutes, the fourth time this evening, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming!"

I could feel this one differently, my cunt was in spasms, my asshole too. It was not a stomach orgasm, it was deeper, down deep in my body, in my intestines and in my womb, the muscles going crazy as they tried to push all the juices in my body out of me.

"Fuck me, oh my God, yes, I'm fucking cumming!" I screamed into Mark's face.

He kept pounding into me, beating my clit with his body and rubbing against my g-spot, imposing his will upon my body. His cock was slick with my juices, I could feel little friction, just the pounding into my clit and the rubbing on my upper hole was keeping me going. Then I felt him growing, I felt his cock begin to swell with pleasure. I wanted his whitewash, I wanted him to give me every drop he had in his thick balls.

Suddenly I was empty, he pulled out leaving my clenching cunt spasming on nothing and jumped up to my face and pushed himself past my lips and over my tongue. His will was to come nmy mouth, not in my cunt, and I had no say. I opened my lips wide for him and felt his cock slide past my lips, tasted the juice that came from my sex, and allowed him to press himself deep into my throat. I gagged but lifted my head at the same time searching for the root of his rod, I wanted him to fuck my throat, to shoot his sperm straight into my stomach. And he did.




An Unknown Desire Ch. 02



He came like he never had before. I could feel his cum squirting in long ropes from his cock and coating my throat. I could feel his cock swell and relax, swell and relax, repeatedly. I swallowed hard, his cockhead still behind my tonsils, my swallowing massaging the soft mushroom, coaxing the last drop from within him. He fell against the headboard and I was trapped beneath him, his cock pressing deeper into my throat.

Finally, he got up, he pulled his member from my mouth and slid off the bed to sit in the chair. Then the applause started. All thirty visitors were applauding our performance and telling us how good it had looked. Jane even commented that now she could see up my cunt and saw that it was all red, the capillaries and vessels filled with blood. 

Then they began signing off, little "duh-das" signaling as each person left the room. After a minute or two the computer sounded to indicate an email had arrived and when Mark opened it, I saw a screen capture of Mark's cock inside me with my juices frothing from around my hole. It was signed "Jane" and gave her email address with an invitation to join her anytime we wanted to for a personal experience.

We didn't talk afterward, I just leaned as best I could against Mark with my wrists and legs still secured to the bed and the dildo still in my spread anus. I fell asleep almost immediately and remembered nothing until just a few minutes ago. Now I sit naked on the side of the bed, the restraints and dildo removed, enjoying the breakfast Mark had prepared for me and wondering if we could ever outdo the excitement we had created last evening.

Mark handed me the forgotten lingerie, a short see-through baby doll, and did not have to tell me that he wanted me to wear nothing but the sexy garment. My smile signaled to him my willingness to do as he wished.



An Unknown Desire Ch. 03



'This is difficult', I said to myself as I strolled across the room wearing the flimsy baby doll that Mark had bought for me to wear. It was a light red color, the fabric just a wispy cloth that was not translucent but transparent, a single button between my breasts holding it together. Nothing was hidden from view, not my breasts, not my butt, and not my pubic hair. 

I stood in front of the full length mirror and I was unable to recognize the image I found staring back at me. The reflection was of a sultry and needy woman, of a true slut that could be taken by any man who found her like this. I was completely exposed and expected to act as if this was normal. But it could not be any further from normal from how I ordinarily dressed.

I am a District Attorney and had learned to dress as a District Attorney. I had more pantsuits than dresses in my closet and the shirts I owned were all very thick and left everything to the imagination. Conservative clothing was an understatement for my common everyday costume. Looking at my reflection in the mirror now, I realized how it must appear to my husband with me dressed as I was day in and day out. It was amazing to me that he had succumbed to this mediocrity for the past ten years.

But we had embarked on fulfilling my husbands fantasy of having a submissive and sexually uninhibited mate, one who would gladly make herself available to his every whim, a woman who would bow to his wishes and give her body freely to his demands. And I had agreed and actually bragged that his fantasies could not possibly be out of the realm of my abilities when he confessed his wishes to me.

Now I was stuck. Yes, I had a way out, one that Mark had given me when this journey began, but then I would have to admit defeat. And defeat was a worse condition than being exposed for the day in this hard-on-provoking outfit that Mark had bought for me to wear around the house. I would see this adventure through to the end. And to be perfectly honest, I was enjoying the public exposure I had so far been exposed to. It had excited me to be seen by others, naked and in the throes of passion. I warmed to the idea of being used as an object by my husband, to be used for his sexual fulfillment with no thought of my own satisfaction, to show the people who might be aware that I was capable of satisfying the demands of our relationship. Yes, I could do this and I would thrive in the role of submissive bitch slut for Mark.

I entered the living room where Mark was sitting reading the morning paper, sitting in his chair that we had designated his 'throne'. I strode to the sofa directly across from him and sat to wait for an acknowledgement that I was there.

"Open your legs for me." he ordered as he folded the paper and began to gaze at me. I complied, spreading my knees about shoulder width apart. 

I laid back on the sofa and began to languish in my own fantasy as his eyes scrutinized my body. I closed my eyes and began to think sexual thoughts. I looked back on last evening and immediately thought of 'Jane', the woman who had spoke to us from the computer as I was satisfied by and then used by Mark. I tried to imagine what she looked like, who she was, and what she did while she watched us. I knew that she masturbated, she had told us that. She had said she used her own fingers, that she had rubbed herself to orgasm as she watched us in the throes of our passion.

"What are you thinking about?" Mark suddenly inquired. "Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

I wasn't sure if I should tell him the truth or just use the excuse of being bored. "I was thinking about Jane, the girl on the computer, about how she spoke to us last night and about how she had sent us that email." I had answered him honestly and when I looked up the sly smile on his face told me he liked the way my thoughts were going.

"Tell me, would you like to meet her, to maybe have her join you?"

Oh, God, where was this going? But I guess it was a relevant question seeing that I was actually thinking about her. "I'm not sure" I answered honestly as I could not really tell if I wanted another woman or not. The social stigma that was attached to such a relationship was still strongly negative but the lack of inhibition I had experienced last evening would welcome a woman with me. How messed up could this be?

"Close your eyes and tell me what you would do to her or what you would have her do to you?"

I could feel my embarrassment begin to creep up from my breasts and neck to my cheeks as I again closed my eyes and began to share my thoughts. "I would like her to watch us, to sit with us and to watch what we do in private. She would be an observer and a critic of our lovemaking; at first anyway. She would tell you how to touch me, how to excite me and how to stroke my body." This was so weird, so far from normal for us. We had never discussed anyone else joining us in the ten years we had been together, never even fantasized about others as far as I knew. "She would know what I like, how I like your fingers stroking the sides of my breasts and running through my pubic hair. She could sit between my legs and see me reacting to your touch, much as she did from the webcam last night." Ah, yes, the webcam. The webcam was liberating, allowing so many eyes to see me, to excite me with their comments while remaining just a voice from the computer. Thirty people had seen me in one night as only a handful had seen me in my entire life! The idea of letting people see what I did in private was so exhilarating to me, it made me mad with desire to repeat the show and let another thirty people watch, not just Jane but others as well. And speaking of Jane...

"She's sitting naked, cross legged between my knees. She can see my sex, my pussy and she can smell me, she knows from the aroma that I am aroused." Oh, how this was turning me on, I began to squirm on the couch as all these thoughts ran through my head, the idea of Jane joining us and the webcam allowing so many others into our bedroom. "I see her touching herself while you continue to stroke my body with your hands. She touches her breasts, stroking and then pulling on her own nipples and you do the same thing to me. You watch her too, you see her fingers playing between her legs, her thighs spread wide for access." What was weird was that I imagined that I was again bound, as I had been last night, spread out unwillingly and open to both my torturer and the observer, but I did not let Mark in on this tidbit. "I long for her to stop touching herself and to move her hands to that place between my legs, to my two holes." Yes, she knew that I enjoyed anal play, she had witnessed it the evening before and had encouraged Mark to push his finger into my tight sphincter, it had been her that suggested I be impaled on the hard phallus that Mark had bought for us to play with. "I feel her fingers..."

"Stop".

I heard him but was confused. I opened my eyes and saw that Mark was glaring into me, between my legs at the juice that had already begun to leak from me. Yes, I could feel it as well, a cool spot on my otherwise heated sex. The natural cooling caused by evaporation resulted in an extreme difference between the wet area and the hot dry area surrounding my vaginal lips.

"Your lips are opened! You are so excited that your pussy is opening up in anticipation of something entering you!" He said this as if he was amazed. Actually, it was me that was amazed, I never thought that I could arouse myself so completely just using my mind and mental images and thoughts.

I moved one arm from over my head and reached between my legs and, for the first time ever, touched my slit while Mark looked on. I gently touched the spot between my butt hole and my vagina and drew my finger upward, collecting the moisture that had accumulated. My body shuddered involuntarily as I drug the long nail over my hard clit. I brought my finger up to look at it and was amazed at the amount of liquid that I was able to scoop up with my fingertip. Then I moved my fingertip to my lips and cautiously stuck out my tongue to taste the nectar of my quim. The tangy taste was surprisingly enjoyable and made me think 'maybe I would like to taste another woman'.

"Do you want to send Jane an email and ask her to come visit? Maybe you'd like to taste her and have her taste you?"

Now we were moving fast, moving from fantasy to reality, or at least proposing moving in that direction. How did he know that my thoughts were about the taste of another woman? I know that my eyes widened in surprise at the question. Is that what I wanted to do? Would I really let another woman join me, watch me, share my husband with her? Could I accept that? Oh, my, where were we going? "I'm not sure I'm ready for that baby."

"You think about it," he said as he stood and started removing his clothes, "meanwhile I need some relief and you appear to be ready for me."

He towered over me, reached out and grabbed my hips and flipped me over roughly, leaving me on my hands and knees, my ass pointing at him. I felt him roughly pull my knees apart and grab my sex in his hand, he lifted me into the position he wanted me with his strong arms. The heat of his cock approached my hole, with no foreplay or warning it was suddenly shoved forcefully into me, stretching the resilient skin of my sex wide. But I was ready, my natural lube abundant, allowing him to fully envelope his cock in my willing sheath with his first lunge. I could feel his need in the hardness of his shaft, in the manner of his approach, and in his uncompromising control of my position. This was not lovemaking, this was not gentle sex between a man and his wife, this was just pure lust that he was expending on me.

I pushed my ass back into Marks' hips in a willful display of sexual desire and acceptance of my treatment, in a need for him to begin moving in and out of me. I wanted to be filled by him, to feel him deep inside me, I wanted him to shoot me full of his hot white juice. We both began to grunt and groan as he moved in and out of my slick hole. His movements were not slow or gentle, instead he was rough and fast, his hands on my hips, holding me in a position that made me useful to his desires. He was not thinking of my comfort, and the veiled pain of his thrusts and his hands digging into my hips were stimulating me like I never knew before this day.

Oh, if people could see me now, if there were thirty or forty or even fifty sets of eyes watching me, if only Jane were here to see me taken like the animal that I felt I was becoming. I was wishing for others, needing others to see me receive the abuse I so desired.

I threw my head back and encouraged him. "Yes, baby, use me, use me however you want, pound me baby, grab me hard, make me do everything you need, I want you, fuck me hard, yes baby, fuck me hard and fast."

He now comprehended that he could do to me as he wished and he wasted no time turning me into the receptor of his need, my willingness to be subjected to his rapture understood. I felt a thumb on my asshole, prying my backside open roughly and exploring, then returning to my hip to continue his pummeling. I couldn't move out of his grip, his fingers digging deep into my flesh, sweat beginning to form on my backside and my chest, my forehead already damp from the exertion of his will. I closed my eyes to enjoy the newfound freedom of giving myself to him fully. My mind reeled, the thought of being a sex toy to my lover overwhelming me, filling me with pride and joy knowing that I was no more than his plaything, my body no more than his playground. His cock was going so deep that I could feel it penetrating to my ovaries before pulling out and slamming me again and again. I felt and heard the thin material of the baby doll being ripped from my shoulders, I saw it float to the floor in front of the couch. My body no longer protected at all, my tits were banging around unrestrained beneath me with each thrust made by Mark, the nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of the cushion further enhancing my excitement.

The force of our coupling became too much, I could no longer balance on my arms, I couldn't take the pulling on my tits as they swung from side to side and crashed against each other in the center of my chest. I lowered my head to the seat cushion my ass rising like a gift to him. I wished that Jane, or any woman, was here right now so I could bury my face between their legs and lick the nectar from their slit. I closed my eyes and imagined my mouth clamped to a cunt, my tongue circling a hard clit, an audience calling out encouragement for Mark to fuck me hard, to slap my ass.

Then I could feel his cock swell and I knew that I was about to get my reward. Mark pulled me violently back onto him, lifting my upper body from the couch, and his sperm erupted once, then he threw me forward and jerked me back again, my head bouncing into the cushion to be immediately yanked back up, jamming me onto his hard on and coating my insides with his cum. I endured his manipulation of my entire body five or six times, the pain of our unification shooting into my stomach as he reached into me deeper than he had ever reached before, smashing into my backside with each stab, his fingers gouging my skin on each hip and pulling my ass cheeks wide apart, all so he could shoot deeper with each spasm. I could feel the tears on my cheeks but they were not tears from the pain but from the pure joy of satisfying his needs.

He pulled himself out of my pussy and grabbed me by the hair, pulled my face around and commanded me to clean him off. I eagerly opened my mouth and licked his engorged shaft, sucking up the slick coating with my lips, his cock rubbing against my face as he tried to put my mouth where he wanted it. I licked his balls and discovered a large puddle of our excretion that dribbled from my tongue to my chin and dripped to the couch. My face was now coated with the slimy juices of our passion. My mouth opened and I engulfed his shaft as far as I could, feeling the soft head touch the back of my throat on the first gulp, then sliding up and down, coating my lips and taking more and more of him into me until I could feel his sweaty sack against my chin. His fingers wrapped in my hair on either side of my head and he held me impaled on his hardness. I had him all inside my mouth and throat and his hands controlled me there as I tried to swallow and reveled in the musty taste of our mixed sexual secretions. I could feel him slowly softening and slipping from the furthest depths of my throat. My tongue continued to lap his cock as he relaxed his grip on my hair and release me from his restraint. 

When he was nothing more than a mouthful for me, he backed away and returned to his chair, only two or three minutes since he first thrust himself between my legs. "You like the rough stuff, huh?" he asked.

I sat back on the couch calmly, sweat running between my tits, pointed my legs in his direction and sultrily spread my knees for his pleasure. I could feel the cum drying on my face and lips, my crotch a bit tender from the exploitation it had just endured, my hips sore from being held in his clamp-like hands. I am sure that I was the picture of whoredom for him; a slut, a ten dollar prostitute. "I like you using my body as you want to, being able to satisfy your need to use me." I said it out loud and could not believe I had been so lewd! Oh my, now what was Mark going to think about his prim and proper wife, the District Attorney who was sitting spread out before him, her sex on display, and her willingness to submit to his wishes so eloquently and directly expressed?

"We have all day Saturday and Sunday to keep playing, and I take it that you want to keep going, right?"

To answer him I reached between my legs where he could clearly see and I pulled my tender cunt open for him, my lack of inhibition proven as I exposed myself completely. I could feel his jism gushing from deep within me and forming a puddle between the cheeks of my ass on the sofa cushion. I think he took that as a yes.



An Unknown Desire Ch. 04



We had remained in the same positions for ten more minutes, me with my legs draped to either side, my fingers slipping along my gash in the mixed juice of our sexual union, and him in his chair, his cock slowly softening, his eyes on my sex, before either of us spoke.

I was still stroking my tender gash with my finger when Mark suggested I go shower, he would return in a while. I rose slowly and ambled my way to our bedroom, then into the Master Bath, turned on the water and slipped beneath the cascading droplets. I brought the temperature of the water up until I could barely stand it, allowing the heat to deaden the pain still present in my boobs and hips, a reminder of the violent animalistic sex that we had just consummated. I stood there for thirty minutes allowing the water to spread across my skin, the rivulets flowing over my entire body, between my tender tits, over my belly and into my butt crack, releasing the pain and anguish and reviving me.

I then spread the lavender scented body gel I used only on weekends over every millimeter of my skin, allowing the scent to be absorbed into my skin. My hands guided the washcloth into my intimate areas and my fingers languished there, on my nipples, in my crack, and then finally along my gash. I allowed myself the pleasure of gentle strokes on my still sensitive clit and along the lips that had been so recently violated. I spread myself wide and allowed the water to wash out the remnants of our sex, our mixed cum. 

My fingers slipped upward, into the matted hair of my pubic mound. I knew one of Marks fantasies was to have me shave myself bald, to remove all remnants of hair from my sex. Without another thought I left the shower, still dripping, and retrieved the depilatory cream from the medicine cabinet. I sat on the toilet and began to spread the thick cream along my lower belly, completely covering the mass of pubic hair that sheltered my sex. I carefully applied it between my legs and along my gash, then sat to wait the required ten minutes with my legs wide apart. I looked up and could see myself in the full length mirror attached to the wall.

I was physically still very young, only 32 years old, and my body was in very good shape. We both maintained gym membership and used the facilities three to four times a week. My boobs showed no signs of falling I noticed, and my stomach was still tight. I took pride in my legs, keeping them toned by running three to four miles on the treadmill. My arms showed muscular tonality and there was no sag to the upper portions as I held them out for inspection.

I rose and returned to the shower, removed the hand held shower head from the wall and directed it to my vaginal area. I watched in wonderment as the water washed away the thick cream and hair, my vaginal area exposed for the first time since I had reached puberty. I moved my fingers over the newly discovered area and was thrilled by the sense of nakedness and vulnerability that I now felt.

I turned off the water and began to dry myself. I found myself again in front of the full length mirror and looked between my legs. I stared in wonderment at my sex, fully exposed. I spread my legs, putting one foot up on the sink so I could see my lips. I found this to be exciting, the sight of this little gash that could control both me and Mark. A woman's pussy, the treasure that so many men desired that it would start wars and feuds in previous generations, mine now on display, the coarse covering removed, nude for Mark to behold and to use however he wanted, to violate it whenever he pleased, to probe it with his digits or his male sex, to stare at it or to display it, his treasure and property.

I was startled out of my hypnosis by Mark entering the room, my embarrassment slowly turning my chest and neck red as I realized what I was thinking, how I was now giving myself to him. He reached out to me, his hands tracing along my back, my skin feeling the electricity shoot from his fingers along my spine. 

"I brought you a present, it's on the bed, it's for today," he stated softly as he continued to slide his fingertips along my spine until they reached my cheeks where they softly slipped from y body.

I finished toweling off, surprised but happy that Mark had not noticed my newly exposed sex. I wanted him to find it not with his eyes, but with his fingers, up under a skirt, bare naked. I thought of this as I moved to the bedroom, to the gift he had left laid out on the bed. It was a short dress, a sundress, pale yellow background with daisies printed on a fine silk material. I pulled it over my head without any undergarments, no bra or panties or anything, just the silk dress. The material was soft, enveloping me with a slight pressure where my figure curved outward, around my breasts and hips. The hem came to just a few inches below my crotch, the softness of the material gliding over my ass and around my stomach. There were no sleeves and my shoulders were left bare. I looked down and saw that the fine material caused my nipples to harden slightly, leaving one with the notion that I was in a continual state of excitation.

I selected a pair of 4 inch heeled sandals that made my legs appear longer and thinner than they actually were. After brushing my hair and applying just a little makeup, I strode from the bedroom and again joined Mark, this time in the kitchen, I sashayed up to him and raised my lips to his, kissing him softly and saying "I'm yours, however you want, I like this game."

We had a quick bite to eat, some tomatoes and cucumbers, and then moved into the living room, where Mark sat on the couch and I slipped up next to him, straddling his legs and leaning over to kiss him. His hands stroked my breasts and pinched my nipples gently, pulling them through the silk. He opened his hand and grasped my tits firmly, squeezing them as if he were testing my reaction. 

I bent my legs and lowered my bare crotch to his thighs. He felt my moisture on his bare skin and pressed harder against my sex, then his eyes opened wide, his right hand left my chest and reached under the dress seeking my sex, his mouth broke into a smile as his fingers probed my lips and mons, the soft delicate skin slipping under the rough textured fingers of his hand. 

"Stand up," he ordered as he lifted the hem and slipped his finger along my wet lips. He stared for a few seconds, marveling at the sight of the prepubescent appearance of my shaved quim. As he began pulling his shorts down his legs he told me "I want to feel that on my cock."

I turned around, my ass toward his chest, lifted the dress over my head and backed up over his legs. Reaching back between my own legs I grabbed his already hard cock. I began to lower myself onto his sex, guiding him along the folds of my pussy, not yet into me but splitting my outer lips. I moved my hips and slid his sensitive head between the wet folds, back and forth along his full length. 

His hands grasped my hips and he roughly lifted me, my hands went to his knees to catch my balance, he lowered my hips aligning my slit with his cock. I felt the head press against my opening, splitting me slowly, his will. With about an inch inside he became hungry and pressed me down while slamming himself upward, his length sinking fully into me in one stroke. I gasped as his head sank to the opening of my cervix, filling me. 

He held me there for a minute then his hands moved around and in between my legs, touching and feeling the bare skin, rubbing between my slit, along my clit and around my skewered hole. My juices flowed, lubricating his fingers on their journey around my sex.

"Fuck me," he ordered.

I began to move up and down his shaft, my hands still on his knees and my legs bent at an angle so my feet were under the chair. His cock slipped in and out of my hole as the pace quickened, his fingers digging into my clit, rubbing along my slit. I slammed my ass down each time I engulfed him, loving the feel of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. 

He moved one hand to my upper back and held me down over his legs, his hardness now contacting my clit as I slipped up and down his sex. I felt his finger around my asshole, staring straight up at him, the lubricant from my cunt easing his penetration and a slight pain reminding me of our previous engagement. He grasped my cheeks and began to finger me there as I continued to bounce my cunt up and down his cock. I felt my stomach tightening, the familiar feeling of orgasm beginning to creep into my muscles, as he pressed first his thumb then another finger past my little rosebud. 

I felt his cock swell about the same time that the first wave rolled across my lower abdomen, my cunt and ass contracting on his penetrating members, and the shots of semen splashing the interior walls of my cunt released the final barriers to my orgasm. I cried out as my thighs and belly contracted, my juices releasing from deep inside me, impaled in both my ass and my cunt. I was like a rag doll as my body was manipulated to provide him the maximum pleasure it could. I felt the shots of cum, five in all, hitting against my cervix and the walls of my cunt as he pressed his fingers as deep as he could into my ass. 

When he finished he became still and I stayed slumped over, my chest pressed against his knees, his cock still in my cunt and his fingers slipped slowly from my ass. We were both breathing hard, gasping almost from the physical fight between our bodies. 

Once I had caught my breath and my heart had ceased racing I sat up and slowly began to lift myself off him. I felt his cum begin to slip from my slit and run down my thighs. With the head of his cock still inside my inner lips I stopped and waited, allowing it to fall out on its own as he shrunk. When he finally fell from my hole, I felt the river of cum, white hot, running from my now stretched lips to my thighs. 

I moved from above his lap and turned to face him, his eyes half closed, relaxed from our sex. I looked down and saw his still half hard cock against his stomach and knew what I should do.

Spreading his knees with my hands, I knelt between them. My face lowered slowly and my mouth opened, my tongue extended and reached for him. I licked from the base upward along the entire length of him until I reached the small hole at the top of his penis, then I further lowered my head and engulfed him inside my mouth. I swallowed the entire length, sucking the juices of our spent liaison down my throat, the taste of his cum thrilling to my tongue. I held myself there, his cock deep inside me again, my chin in the residue that had collected on his balls, and I swathed him with my tongue as he continued to shrink and soften. My senses of both taste and smell were engaged, the taste of our mutual satisfaction along with the pungent smell of his sex empowering me to further submit myself to his pleasure.

After a few minutes I felt his hands entangle themselves in my hair, lovingly pulling me from my restful position. I allowed him to pull me off his sex but I maintained my eyes on him. He stood in front of me then, his cock now soft, still coated with my saliva.

He had me stand up and reach between my own legs. I scooped up the cum that was still oozing from me and slowly brought it to my lips. With my tongue I licked the slick juice from my palm and then sucked my fingers. 

I was then told to stand there, my legs apart, naked for his pleasure. He stared at my body, walked around me, allowed his hands to touch my most private places. I was placid, resigned, pleased to be his toy. Then he walked back to the chair and I stayed standing. His eyes watched me for many minutes before he called me to him. I sat on his lap, still naked, my soft tits against his hard chest, my face buried in his shoulder. We stayed there for ten minutes more before we both went back to the shower and cleaned ourselves to be presentable for guests who would soon be arriving.



An Unknown Desire Ch. 05



That week went by slowly, the time I spent at work my mind continued to relive the excitement we had over the weekend. I was again dressed conservatively on the outside, but under the dresses and skirts I wore no undergarments. Mark wanted me to always be thinking of sex, and to always be ready if he wanted me.

On Friday afternoon I was finishing up with some paperwork when my secretary buzzed in and told me that Mark was in the office to see me. I was a little flushed by his appearance as he did not frequently visit me at work, but I told her to let him in.

When he entered the office I knew that something was strange, I don't know why, but I had that kind of a feeling. 

He walked over to the desk and I stood up and leaned forward to kiss him.

His hand grasped my arm and he held me bent slightly forward as his other hand began to grope my tits through my clothing. I could feel my nipples harden inside the light lace bra and linen shirt as his gentle touch brought back the memories.

"Take off your bra," he ordered/requested.

Although I had to think about complying, I did. This was unorthodox of me, especially since I was still at work. I stood, still behind the desk, and undid the buttons on my shirt until I could reach the clasp on my bra. I unhooked it and then slid one hand into my shirt sleeve and pulled the strap from first my left arm, then my right. I pulled the bra off and then stood there, waiting for any more instructions.

Mark didn't say anything just yet, he instead reached out with one hand and rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger.

"Pantiless, correct?" he asked as he teased my nipple.

"Yes," I replied.

"Let me see. Sit in the chair and put your feet up on the desk."

Again I hesitated only slightly before sitting down and putting my heels on the edge of the desk. I was now totally exposed to anyone in the room. My shirt was opened to my navel and my skirt had ridden up to my hips, exposing my clean shaven pussy. I had been shaving each third day since last weekend, and it had been touched up just that morning.

"Good," he stated, then pulled a camera from his suit pocket and took a picture of me in that position. "I think we can get a couple more of these in different parts of the office before we leave, huh?"

I was now very hesitant, but I also knew that I could not say no. 

He positioned me in different areas of the office and snapped pictures with his camera, always with my skirt up around my hips and my shirt opened. I was put on the couch, over the arm of the couch, bent over the desk, sitting on the desk, and ultimately on the floor.

"That's good, you ready to go?" he asked when he was finished.

I looked at the clock and it was 5:30, 30 minutes past my normal hours. "Yes, let me put my bra on and we'll go."

"No need," he said "we're going to the house."

I stared at him now, not really sure that I heard him correctly. He knew that as an attorney I had to dress as conservatively as possible but he was now asking that I walk out of my office through a gauntlet filled with other attorneys as well as paralegals who would surely notice my omission. I thought about this and knew that it would be obvious, if not the juggling tits then the inch long nipples sticking out through the linen shirt. My chest felt that warm glow as the embarrassment began to creep up my body toward my face.

"Can I button my shirt?" I inquired.

"Oh, yes, I wouldn't want it to be THAT obvious," he stated.

I gathered up the things I needed to bring with me after buttoning my shirt and Mark then opened the door for me, waving his hand inviting me to lead the way.

I almost ran into my secretary, Donna, as I walked into the outer office. I swore her eyes went immediately to my chest as she said goodnight, but it may have just been my imagination.

I told Mark I had to stop at the ladies room real quick, and after handing him the few things I was carrying, I pushed the door open and entered the private environment of women.

I almost fell over when I saw my reflection in the large wall mirror above the sinks. My nipples were pushing out like 6 inch pencils against the linen covering. Once again I felt and saw the blush spread over my face and neck. I tried to ignore the swollen nipples as I washed my hands and face, then stood straight and they were still there. The rough texture of the shirt was keeping them as hard as they were following the rolling that he had given them in my office.

I came out of the rest room and turned quickly, trying to make a faster exit than Mark wanted to make. Suddenly, a coworker, Jasmine, called out to us and Mark stopped, waiting for her to catch up. I was then forced to stop as well, and waited with Mark as Jasmine walked slowly toward us.

"Hey guys, getting out late Susan?" she queried.

"Yes, Mark came by to pick me up and we're heading home." I informed her. I could still feel my nipples poking against the shirt even as I tried to control the sensations with my mind.

"How about stopping for a drink, we're meeting at Flanagans'." 

Mark saw this as an opportunity, "Sounds good," then turning to me, "how about we stop for a drink?"

I could do nothing but agree, thinking all the time that all my coworkers would be there and wondering what Mark had in store.

"Think I can catch a ride?" Jasmine asked.

Mark was all for this and told her we would wait in the garage by the stairwell.

"So, what is it that drove you to agree to a drink with my coworkers?" I asked him as we waited for the elevator.

"It sounds like it could be fun is all. Anything wrong with us going by for a quick drink?"

I knew in my mind that this was dangerous, Mark was pushing my limits and he knew I could not say no. 

"Can I put my bra back on?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

We waited for Jasmine in the garage and then took off for Flanagans'. Conversation was light and with Jasmine in the back seat directly behind me, Mark slipped his fingers up and down my bare outer thigh, slightly pushing the skirt up but not overexposing anything. She had no way of seeing his hand and I began to relax with the familiar touch.

When we got to the bar we found everyone near the front window. As we approached I saw that there were a few bar stools around a table near the booth they were occupying. I began to get nervous once again as I realized that if Mark had me sit up there, my bare pussy would be at eye level with all the people sitting at the booth. 

Sure enough, Mark offered me a tall bar stool, and helped me into it. He made sure that it was facing the booth and the window. I did my best to cross my legs without giving a show to everyone, and I think I succeeded. The split skirt that came to just above my knees when I was standing now came to mid-thigh and the side split showed skin to close to my hip.

Jasmine, dressed in a longer skirt than mine, also took a seat on a stool, with her legs tucked comfortably under the table and facing into the room, not toward the booth. I noticed that she looked at my legs as she was settling in and, maybe unconsciously, licked her lips with her tongue.

We enjoyed a round of drinks on my boss, Mark standing beside me and carrying on a conversation with a few of the guys about baseball or football. As the second drink was delivered, he allowed his hand to graze my exposed thigh from the knee all the way up along the side slit to my hip. I felt a chill as his rough fingertips slipped upward slowly on my delicate hips. As he bent down he whispered into my ear that he thought Jasmine was spending a long time watching my legs.

I looked in her direction and sure enough, she had her eyes on my legs. I squirmed just a little, turning slightly so I could reposition my knees without Tom, who was also staring, getting a look at my damp slit. Mark then suggested that I move to the seat beside Jasmine to talk without having to yell over the increasing noise level in the bar.

He then helped me down, with Tom ogling and I think seeing heaven as my legs separated in the motion of getting off the stool. As I moved toward the new seat, Mark ensured that it was close to and facing Jasmine. 

After that, we went back to our conversations. Jasmine and I were talking about the normal woman stuff, shopping and taking care of our husbands, when suddenly she began to laugh and she put her hand on my leg just above my knee. I felt the electricity from her touch, and covered her hand with mine, holding it in place for just an instant. I could tell from her eyes that she understood.

We finished one more round after this and then we both looked toward Mark. "Care to bring us home?" Jasmine asked of him. We paid our tab and then went to the car, where this time Jasmine got in behind Mark.

As we pulled out of parking Mark allowed his hand to rest in my lap, in clear view of Jasmine. Then it began to get weird.

Mark asked Jasmine what she thought of my dress and she said it was very flattering. The two of them were carrying on a conversation about my clothes and how they made me look as I sat right there listening. Then Jasmine stated that over the past two weeks my wardrobe had become much more flattering. When I asked her what she meant she replied "The fact that you have taken to going commando hasn't been lost me, and I really like the fashion statement."

I had no idea how to respond. I knew I was turning bright red from embarrassment, and at the same time wet between my legs from excitement.

"Why don't you stop over our house for a few quick drinks Jasmine, "offered Mark, "and if you have a few too many you can use the guest bedroom for the night."

I now knew I was getting set up, but how far could this go. Jasmine and I were equals at the DA's office, she was also a prosecutor, so there was no issue socializing with her. But this seemed really weird to me. But with all that said, I could do nothing to change the way things were going without raising suspicion. And I had enjoyed Jasmine's hand on my leg. Some could even say that I welcomed her to touch my leg at the bar.

At the house Mark and I sat in our couch, Jasmine in a seat directly across. We began with light conversation but that changed soon, somehow getting in the subject area of exhibitionists. I was feeling very uncomfortable and remained mostly silent as Mark and Jasmine both agreed they were mainly voyeurs. This brought about some chuckles and smirking at my cost as I wasn't willing to concede that I was on either side of the fence on this subject, but Mark continued to bait me with innuendos while allowing his hands to travel up and down my thighs. I noticed that my skirt was riding higher and higher and that Jasmine was spending more and more time staring at the exposed flesh. 

I watched with both trepidation and excitement as she shifted her position when I allowed my knees to spread apart slightly, Marks' hands quickly finding their way between my thighs. I could now feel the tingle in my abdomen signaling my arousal with the thought of Jasmine seeing me while Mark toyed with my body.

I noticed that Jasmine had her own problems, as she also spread her knees just a little, enough for her to push a finger into her lap, hidden by her hand, as she stroked herself and watched me. I noticed her squirming around, trying to reach herself.

"Do you also go commando, Jasmine?" Mark asked her bluntly.

When she didn't answer he told her to spread her legs. She looked from Mark to me, then her knees began to separate and the dark region of her legs was exposed slowly to our eyes. She was natural, her cunt covered in a thick but trimmed patch of pubic hair now matted together between her legs from her escaping excitement.

By this time we had all drunk much more than we should have, and most, if not all, hang ups were in the past.

Mark suddenly asked Jasmine "You want to see Susan's cunt?"

I was shocked, but not enough, or maybe too drunk, to argue. When Jasmine said that she would really enjoy that, I laid my head back and allowed my knees to fall to either side, giving Marks' fingers and Jasmines' eyes complete access to my sex.

I closed my eyes and listened to the music playing from our home theater as they continued to discuss me and my body. My hips began to undulate as Mark slowly stroked my clit and Jasmine watched intently, telling him that she had never been so close to anyone having sex. I could feel my juices seeping out as his finger slid along my lips. I was groaning lightly as he finally pressed one, then two, then three fingers into my pussy.

When I lifted my head I saw that Jasmine was in a similar position, just without an assistant. She had her feet up on the chair, her eyes glued to my sex, her fingers rubbing her own wet slit and pulling her large dark clit. I moaned at the sight of her spread out for us to see, her pubic hair parted exposing her greedy hole. 

"Jasmine," I said as I patted the seat beside me," come sit here, closer to me, I want you near me."

She moved quickly, sitting right beside me, her skirt left on the floor at her feet. She touched my thighs softly, looking for permission to go further. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand to the apex of my legs and felt for the first time a woman's fingers delving around my hot cunt. 

She was not shy either, pulling one of my hands into her own lap while she continued to explore me. She ran her long nails up and down my lips, a much different feeling than what Mark gave me with his fingers and just as exciting. She then leaned in to me and we shared a very deep and sensual kiss that allowed Mark a chance to escape to the chair recently vacated by Jasmine, and giving us the permission to enjoy each other.

I felt her pussy, the thick pubic hair covering her mons and her hole, with the tips of my fingers while my other hand went to her chest. Her tits were full, firm globes, her nipples hard. I began to pull her shirt off when she sat back and said "Get undressed, I don't want any clothes on either of us."

Mark sat across and watched us as Jasmine took control. She pushed me down onto my back and laid on top of me, her breasts crushing mine, her hairy cunt rubbing against the silky smooth skin of my mons. 

I reached around her and grasped her ass, pulling her down harder against me while I wrapped my legs around her hips as tightly as I could. I could feel her pubic bone rubbing my clit hard and I began to fuck myself against her, trying to push her pubic bone into me. Jasmine also enjoyed this woman on woman fucking, pressing herself as hard as she could into my cunt while sloppily kissing on my lips.

After a minute or so she moved herself down my body, her mouth held one nipple as I tried to grind myself into her stomach. I moaned and told her I needed to cum. She purposefully stayed where she was and my relief was temporarily delayed.

I put my hands on her head, much as I would if it had been Mark, and grasping two handfuls of her hair pushed her down toward my waiting sex. I felt her breath against the sensitive flesh between my legs. She blew on my clit and I shivered visibly. I wanted her mouth on me badly and arched my hips up toward her face but she pulled back against my hands. 

She parted her lips and touched my mons with her tongue, keeping it above my slit and clit. I begged her to suck me and she moved lower, this time touching my rosebud and sending shivers up my spine. Suddenly she covered my entire sex with her mouth and shoved her tongue into my cunt as deep as she could, with one hand reaching up on my chest and pulling my extended nipple hard until I screamed out in pain before she let go.

I felt the muscles tense in anticipation as her tongue slid upward from my hole, and when it touched my clit she sucked air into her lungs sending cool air all over my cunt except for the very tip of my clit that was touching her tongue. I screamed out loud as I felt my legs twitch, then her finger found my ass and she invaded my backside to her third knuckle with one push. I screamed as a gush of cum was released from deep inside my cunt, splashing out into her greedy mouth. My body was wracked by three more spasms, each producing a smaller amount of cum from my cunt, my legs twitching and jumping and sweat pouring down my face and chest as she lapped at my sex and throttled her hand in and out of my ass. 

As the spasms began to settle she covered me again with her warm mouth and swirled her tongue into my hole while moving her finger slowly out of my ass. I caught my breath after a minute and then reached down to entangle my fingers in her long hair once again. 

When I looked over at Mark I saw that he had the camera out. I had not even noticed the flash as he took pictures, but I was sure he would not allow this experience to go without some kind of recording.

Jasmine moved her mouth from my sex and began to crawl up my body once again. She stopped for a second when her face was in line with mine and she allowed me to lick the sticky clear liquid from her chin and cheeks, then she continued, sliding herself up until she had a knee on either side of my head. I was looking directly into her cunt, her lips gaping in anticipation of something filling her hole. Her cunt was bright pink with excitement, her clit hanging down from the upper regions of her slit. I could smell her musky scent and see the slick juices coating her splayed lips. Her pussy hair was matted down with her vaginal excretion. I saw the camera flash this time as I stared wide eyed into her gash.

She grasped me by my hair and then pulled my face upward forcefully, until I had no choice but to open my mouth and stick my tongue as deep within her as I could. Jasmine knew what she wanted and she began to fuck my face. She held me by my hair as she began to grind her pussy on my mouth and nose. I felt her clit, long and hard compared to mine, sliding over my nose and forehead, her pubic hair prickly on my sensitive skin. I was getting coated in her cunt juice as she used me to get off.

I knew she was getting close to cumming when she began to cry out instructions. "Suck it baby, suck my hard clit, stick your tongue up me Susan...."

I was now completely lucid, recovered from my own orgasm, and wanted to please her as much as she had pleased me. I moved two fingers to her behind and found the entrance to her ass. When she told me it felt good I pushed them both in to the first knuckle and pulled them apart, spreading her ass wide. I felt the gush of her juice begin to fill my mouth as her thighs clamped down on either side of my head, the rhythm of her orgasm being transmitted throughout her body onto mine. I pushed my fingers in deeper as she relaxed and felt her anus clamp down on the middle knuckle, then my fingers sank completely into her. 

Her cunt sent forth a torrent of juice, filling and overflowing my mouth, streaming down my face into my hair and onto my chest. She relaxed and then tensed again, pulling on my hair hard as she continued to grind my face into her cunt, expelling more cum. I heard her gasp as I pulled my fingers out and pushed them in as hard as I could, causing her to fall forward and her juices sprayed down my chest through three more spasms.

She laid there, her lower abdomen against my face as my tongue continued to stroke her clit softly in her post orgasmic state. When she began to move she lifted herself off me and I again got a glimpse of her womanhood spread out above my face, the pink now a dark red color, the hair matted further against her skin, before she lifted her leg and stood in front of me.

I sat up on the couch and she snuggled into the seat beside me. We held each other as we both strained to regain our composure. Meanwhile, Mark was sitting across from us both completely naked, his hard cock straining straight up from his lap.




An Unknown Desire Ch. 05



He stood up and made his way toward us. When he was standing directly in front of us we both reached out and grasped his organ with one hand, then our lips met as we both shared his hard cock. I would watch as she would engulf him from his head to the very base in one swallow, then slowly relinquich him while sucking so hard she was making noises. Then I would take over and reverse the process, slowly sliding him deep into my throat with my mouth held open wide, closing my lips and using my tongue to bathe his cock for a few seconds before slipping off.

He enjoyed this treatment for a few minutes until he positioned us on the coffee table, our cuts together at one end, our tongues cleaning each other's face at the other. He stood between our legs and slowly inserted himself in Jasmines cunt first, then mine, repeating this numerous times before he aimed for Jasmines ass.

She tensed slightly as she felt him line himself up for her other hole, her tongue dove into my mouth and she groaned into me as she was penetrated deep by Marks' hard cock. He pushed in and out of her a few times until he was completely buried and his pubic hair was against her cheeks, then he stayed still for a minute while she grew accustomed to his girth.

He pulled himself from her and moved his cock to my rosebud and repeated his rape on me. I kept my eyes on Jasmine as I felt him violate me, his girth stretching my anus far beyond what is normal, his cockhead penetrating my bowels until he was completely buried and his abdomen pressed against my cunt and Jasmines' ass.

Then it began, he pulled out of me and crashed into her, pulled out of her ass and forced his way into mine. We held each other tightly as he pummeled us with his onslaught, his need driving him to use us as he wanted as we shared the pain and the pleasure of what he was doing to us. His hard cock brutally pinned us against each other as he continued his onslaught, seeking his own relief. Without a thought for our comfort he used us as women had been used centuries before, as sexual objects, as a means to attain a sexual release, nothing more than that.

I felt his first shot of cum go into Jasmine when he pushed her down harder onto my body and screamed out, then he quickly moved his cock to my ass, grasping at my hips as he pierced and coated my bowels with his seed. He stayed in me until his balls were emptied, his cum dripping from my butt and his balls as he lay atop the two of us.

Jasmine was the filling to the sandwich for the next few minutes and we three lay still as we all got back our strength. Once Mark rose, Jasmine slid down my body and licked at the white goo that had been deposited inside me. She spun herself around as she fed from my ass and fed me the remnants of Mark that were running from her ass down her thighs as well.

After a few minutes she also rose and we all went to take a shower together. Jasmine slept with us both that night and many others to follow. The next morning, I shaved the pubic hair from between her splayed legs before watching Mark use her on the living room floor as I sat over her face, my thighs on either side of her head. 

 

Jasmine spent that entire weekend at the house, never once seeing the guest bedroom. We stayed mostly nude except for short skirts and t-shirts when we went out for food. We were both still experimenting with being with another woman and took our time exciting each other. 

Mark had me stand with my legs spread wide over Jasmine's legs as she sat on the couch. He coached her to touch me, stroke me from my ass to my clit while he took pictures and watched. She learned that my ass was very sensitive and just barely penetrating it with a finger was enough to get me off. 

Once that weekend, he had Jasmine on all fours and he had me get behind her and lick her. She was squirming on my tongue as I pushed it into both her ass and her cunt. 

Mark had me lay on my back at that point and she got over me, her thighs on either side of my head once again and her hands on the floor near my hips. I watched as he positioned himself at the entrance to her cunt and stopped with the head just barely penetrating. As I reached up with my tongue and touched her clit, she pushed herself back, impaling herself on his hard cock. 

Mark fucked her for ten minutes like that, his cock pistoning in and out of her hole, her juices running down her lips and dripping onto my face. I ran my tongue over both her sex and his hardness as they fucked each other. When Mark came deep inside her, I watched the white goo being squeezed from her depths by his invading member. When he pulled out, he fed me the entire length and I sucked greedily to clean both their juices from his cock and balls. Then, when he was done, I stuck my tongue as deep into her hole as I could and sucked the juices of their coupling from deep within her. 

We went out to a burger joint on Saturday evening for some burgers and a beer and Jasmine slid her hand under my skirt to finger my cunt while we ate. I was standing there, my back to the wall as Mark shielded us from being seen, as she slipped three fingers in and out of my cunt. I felt myself losing control after just a few minutes and my orgasm left Jasmines hand soaked in my juice, which she greedily sucked from her fingers.

When Sunday evening came, we all had to sit down and discuss what was going to happen next. Jasmine and I worked at the same office, for the same boss. We decided that we would be careful, that we would shield others from what was going on, but all three wanted to continue what we had. The following Friday we would again meet at our home and spend the weekend together. Mark said he would plan a good weekend for all three to enjoy.

That week went by slowly, and every time I caught a glimpse of Jasmine at the office, my cunt would twitch. We did not work closely together so we were together in only a few meetings during the week, but the excitement was still evident when we did see each other.

On Friday during lunch, Jasmine came into my office and closed the door, locking it, behind her. She walked over behind my desk and grabbed my hand, telling me that she needed to get off badly and wanted me to help her. 

She stood there holding her skirt above her hips as I slipped my fingers around in her slippery hole. I had her lean over the desk so I could lick her from behind and she began to moan low. I used my tongue to caress her cunt, then pushed between her lips and into her hole. She was moaning a bit louder now as her legs began to buckle and the desk supported her. As I felt her muscles tighten, I pushed one finger into her ass and stroked her clit with another, her cunt convulsing on my tongue. 

When she was finally able to stand I could see that she was flushed, her face neck and chest red from the excitement. She slowly lowered her skirt and went toward the door, unlocking it just before my secretary turned the knob and entered with papers that needed my signature.

I know that the room smelled of sex and wondered what my secretary must be thinking, but accepted the papers and watched as Jasmine walked into the hallway toward her own office. 

That evening we met Mark at Ritchie's in Brockton, a seedy town outside of Boston. He had selected this bar because it was one of the seediest in town, and the outfits he had selected for both of us were a perfect fit.

Mine was a yellow t-shirt top over a very brief blue skirt, the kind that a high school cheer leader would wear. I had on three inch heels and nothing more. I could feel the cool air between my legs and when I sat my ass was on the wooden seat with nothing in between.

Jasmine was dressed similarly except her shirt was a button up and the skirt was not pleated. Jasmine was a few inches taller than I and therefore the skirt looked even shorter on her. She slid onto the bench beside me and I heard her skin slide along the well worn wood.

As we had entered we had received quite a few stares from patrons already inside the bar. It appeared to be mostly latinos, like ourselves, that frequented this establishment. 

We ordered our drinks and began to chat with each other. Once the waitress, suited up in a very skimpy skirt and a very tight sweater, albeit all covered in a pair of pantyhose, delivered our drinks, I reached behind Jasmine and allowed my hand to rest on her lower back/upper ass. She looked at me and smiled.

We told Mark what had happened in the office and he seemed amused. He asked us how often we saw each other and if we had much chance to play with each other while at the office. He was scheming to get something going there. And then he added that since Jasmine had gotten off already, he would make sure that I got off first that night.

We drank and talked for about 3 hours in that seedy bar, watching the clientele slowly change to a more seedier variety. A few hookers were clearly looking for customers as they went from table to table asking the men for drinks and if they wanted company. I'm sure a few of the guys were checking us out as well.

It was after the third beer that I got the courage up to finally grab Jasmine's wrist and pull her hand between my legs. She slipped her finger into me and then teased my clit before extracting it and licking her fingers provocatively. I sat with my knees still parted, my cunt displayed under the table, and watched to see if anyone noticed. Unfortunately because of the dark decorum I don't think anyone did.

When we got back to the house that night we went immediately into the bedroom where we stripped naked and fell onto the bed. Jasmine and I fell into each other's arms and began to play with each other. I felt her hands on my backside, her fingers delving into the crack of my ass as I fell onto her. Our tits mashed against each other and I could feel her nipples poking into my tits. 

She pulled my butt cheeks apart and ran her finger over my rosebud, sending a shiver up my spine. As she toyed with my ass I ground myself against her thigh, captured between mine. I rubbed my excited cunt up and down her leg as she continued to press her finger against my ass.

When Mark entered the room this was the position he found us in. He came in carrying a camera and the computer and a bag. He went about setting up the camera and the computer while we continued to rub and grind against each other.

"We're gonna put on a show tonight," he stated when he started the computer and I thought back to when he had put me on the webcam and how much I had enjoyed that. 

We satiated all Jasmines fears, explaining that we were filtering out users located in our home state and two states over, and telling her about our previous outing with the computer. She finally agreed to become a porn star and we went back to our groping of each other.

When Mark had everything ready, we were signed in and waiting for an audience, he opened the bag he had brought in. Inside were a number of vibrators and dildos of various sizes and colors, and a harness. He explained that one of us could wear the harness and fuck the other girl. This excited me to no end and I told them both that I wanted to be the one to get fucked by Jasmine. Since she had already gotten off that day in the office, it was agreed that she would fuck me with the dildo strapped to her cunt.

After five minutes we were up to 30 people in the chat room. Jasmine and I sat at the edge of the bed, naked, our legs spread and our cunts fully displayed on the computer screen, as Mark explained to the audience what the rules were. Again he said that the room was now full and that if it did not remain full, the show would stop until it was again full. With that, he introduced both myself and Jasmine as Mary and Taylor. He then released us to do what we wanted.

I found out real quick that entertaining in this way was a big turn on for Jasmine. She began the show by laying on her back and pulling me onto her face so she could explain to the audience what my cunt and ass looked like. She was positioned so her spread legs were in the foreground of the screen, my ass was positioned over her face and staring at the camera. She pulled my ass cheeks apart and stroked my rosebud so everyone could see.

She talked incessantly to the audience as she licked and stroked my sex. She told them about my clit, how large it was extending, how hard it got between her lips. She also spoke to me, telling me she wanted to fuck me with a hard rubber cock attached to her cunt.

This turned me on immensely, and I reached down to grab handfuls of hair and mashed my lips into her face, blocking both her nose and mouth as she licked at my insides furiously.

This went on for a few minutes until I turned around and squatted over her face. The audience now had a view of both our shaved bare cunts. I reached behind me to steady myself and felt Jasmine as she tongue fucked me in the ass. I was squirming around and moaning how good it felt as she continued her ministrations and added her fingers on my displayed clit. 

I could feel myself losing control and I began to tell her that I was going to cum. This fueled her further and she pushed four fingers deep into my cunt while still tonguing my ass and stroking my clit. I felt my stomach tighten first, then my thighs and back, and then I felt the cum rushing from my hole, running down over Jasmine's hand and face, over my asshole and her tongue, into her mouth. As the spasms continued, I fell forward laying over her body, my cunt no longer visible to the audience but my sweaty face just inches from Jasmine's inflamed cunt.

I recovered in just a few minutes and immediately lifted my face to hover over her sex. I used my fingers first, probing her pussy and rubbing her huge clit. I wrapped her legs under my arms, holding them up high and exposing her completely to the audience. I reached out and grabbed a medium sized vibrator and turned it on before placing it against her sex length wise, covering the entire area between her asshole and her clit. The vibrations caused her to begin to shake and whimper from the pleasure and I turned the toy on the highest setting possible. I could see her flesh vibrating around her clit, but I did not let the toy touch her clit. 

As she began to cry for relief, I moved the pointed toy further down until the tip rested on her tight rosebud. I looked into the camera and asked if anyone wanted to see her take the toy in her ass.

"Oh, yea," and "Push it in all the way," and "she'll be split in two," were just a few of the answers I heard.

I licked her ass with my tongue and then put the toy up against her tight butt. She cried out, begging me to move it to her clit, but I began to push and she began to open up. The entire audience got to see her asshole opening for the invasion of the toy. It was slow, her muscles being relaxed by the vibrations, and the toy slowly began to disappear deep into her ass. After the first three inches, the toy's diameter did not get any larger, so it slid in easily from that point until there were a few inches left out.

I asked her how it felt and Jasmine purred "perfect" in response.

I licked her cunt for a couple of minutes until I felt her legs tighten, then I stopped. I reached over again, this time bringing back an 8 inch long and 5 inch in girth dildo. I slowed the vibrations on the vibrator and placed the dildo at the entrance to Jasmine's cunt. 

She began begging immediately, the size of the toy evident with the spread of her lips. I could see her juices gathering at the entrance to her sex as she began to imagine what was about to enter her.

I put my lips on her clit and began to suck her like a cock as I pressed the thick dildo down into her cunt. She opened easily for the first two inches. I felt her muscles balk against further invasion. While continuing to suck her clit I turned the vibrator slowly from the low speed it was now on to the maximum it would produce and I watched as her cunt sucked the huge dildo into her body. 

Jasmine was screaming now, her body spread out involuntarily from the weight of my own body and both her holes filled to overflowing from the invading toys. 

I suddenly sat up, holding her legs up high, and planted my cunt right on her face as she exploded in an orgasm that spit both the dildo and the vibrator out of her holes. She was convulsing badly and shooting cum from her cunt to splash onto the bedspread and the carpet below as I ground myself into another orgasm on her face and coated her in my own cum.

I fell from her and lay prone on the bed catching my breath and allowing my blood pressure to return to normal. I could hear people talking on the computer, telling us they had never seen anything like that before and that they wanted to know when we would be on again. Mark told them to watch for our names and that he would only advertise an hour before each show.

Then the familiar beeps began and within just a minute the room was again empty.

Jasmine got up and began to hit me once the show was over, telling me that I had been cruel, that the toys had been too big and that I didn't have to sit on her face at the end. She appeared mad, but then once she got it all out, she lay down beside me and hugged me. Mark also commented on my behavior, saying that it surprised him that I could be so dominant when I was normally so passive. I couldn't understand it myself, but I know that I had cum twice from the show we had just given.

Jasmine now had to fuck me with the harness. I watched as Mark helped her to put it on and to affix the dildo to it. She selected the same dildo I had used on her, and I now wished maybe I had used something a little smaller.

Mark positioned her on the side of the bed, then instructed me to come sit on her lap.

I could feel the immense size of the hard rubber cock as soon as it touched my lips. I understood what Jasmine had felt when I had touched her with it when she could not see it. I settled slowly, just two inches into me before I felt I could fit no more.

Mark then moved us, putting me on my knees on the bed and Jasmine behind me. This scared me as she had control of the giant cock entering my body. I was positioned on a triangular foam pad that would not allow me to lay prone, would not allow me to protect my body from a violent encounter with the cock strapped to her hips.

Jasmine grabbed a fistful of hair as she positioned herself behind me. I could feel her pulling me back as she pushed her hips forward, the head of the massive dildo spreading my hole beyond anything it had felt before. I could feel my juices seeping out in an attempt by my body to lubricate itself for this violation.

Suddenly, Jasmine pulled back and the void between my legs was a disappointment. Before I could react, I felt the huge cock shift to between my ass cheeks, my asshole fully exposed in this position. As I began to protest and move so she could not enter me, Mark grabbed y wrists and held me still. Jasmine pushed quickly, the hard tool invading me, splitting my anus forcefully as she threw her hips forward against my ass. I screamed out, "No, no, please, no, not in my ass, please, no," to no avail.

Jasmine was determined and Mark was helping her. She still had a handful of hair in one hand and the last six inches of dildo in her other and she leaned into me with her weight. I could feel the cock slipping slowly past the tight sphincter and entering into my bowels. 

She maintained that pressure for ten minutes before I felt the harness and her belly against my ass. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I lay there placidly. Jasmine stayed still for 15 minutes as I grew accustomed to the girth and length of the toy embedded in me. 

Mark told us he was going to reposition us. He rolled us until Jasmine was lying prone beneath me, still impaled on her strap on. I now saw that Mark wanted to fuck me.




An Unknown Desire Ch. 05



His cock was standing straight out, a spear. He knelt between both our legs and positioned himself at my hole, telling me about my asshole and how spread out it was. He wasted no time, placing the head against my well lubed hole he then made one miraculous push and was sunk completely inside me, his cock head rubbing the entrance to my cervix.

This eased the pain in my ass. As he began to move in and out of my cunt, I lost the pain and began to enjoy the complete fullness of the massive dildo and the hard cock inside my cunt. I began to move my hips against both, trying to move each in and out in rhythm to the other. I could feel the dildo slipping in and out, the ridges scraping along the intestinal walls of my lower intestines while Mark's hard cock was just millimeters away in my hot cunt.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, both of you please fuck me," I was wailing as the double penetration continued.

I could feel Jasmine under me, her hips rolling back and forth, the end of the dildo exciting her as well as penetrating me, her clit being mashed each time she moved herself against it.

I could feel it building, the tightness growing into my chest as the orgasm grew and grew. I was sweating profusely, rivers dripping off of me and collecting between my tits. I was swearing and squirming as much as I could between the two attackers. 

I felt my entire body tighten in a spasm, my legs, arms, back and neck pulling me into a fetal position as I was held back by Mark and Jasmine. I screamed out incoherently as a torrent of juice was released from my cunt and bathed over Mark's cock and balls and washed down into Jasmines cunt. I saw red and yellow bursts of color behind my closed eyelids as my mind blanked to all but the pure physical nature of the orgasm that wracked my body. I felt wave after wave wash over me, my breath taken away, my muscles not controlled by my brain. I screamed and cried and suddenly fell limp onto Jasmine.

I could hear them talking to each other in another place, but they were right there. As I opened my eyes I saw Mark, his still hard cock bobbing away in my face. Jasmine was still behind me, the dildo slipping slowly out of me. When it plopped out I felt empty. I watched as she took off the harness and slipped under Mark, his cock being guided to her hole by her hand, and they fucked there on the bed next to me. 

I reached out between the two of them, my hand grasped his cock near the base and I held on as they continued to fuck. I felt Jasmine pull me closer, Mark wrapped a leg over mine. We fucked like that for twenty minutes, his cock not in me but in Jasmine, but I was still being fucked.



An Unknown Desire Ch. 06



I was pushing 120 pounds on the bench, into my third rep, sweat now visible on my face and chest. I could feel the strain in my arms and shoulders from the physical exertion. It made me feel good, made me feel as if I was accomplishing something. 

Mark sat at the pull down bar, watching me working hard to finish the reps before moving on to the next exercise. His view, from sitting almost at my feet, allowed him to see my naked body completely, my feet being flat on the floor and my knees spread to either side of the bench. I wondered if he could see my pussy tighten as I pushed upwards on the bar, straining myself to finish off the count of 12.

It was now Wednesday. The past weekend we had sponsored Jasmine at our house. The things we had done were in no way normal for someone of my career. After all, if any news organizations found out that the current assistant DA for the state had been broadcast over the internet in a sexual act, I am sure I would no longer be employed. But we took precautions.

Now it was midweek and the workout we were both doing together was a great way to release the stress of our positions in the community. The fact that I was nude was Marks' choice. He had made the request as we entered the gym in our basement, and I willingly complied. I knew that this would excite him and I was already horny, having had a conversation at lunch with Jasmine about the past weekends activities.

I finished my reps and sat up on the bench. "Your turn now'" I said to Mark while catching my breath.

He began pulling the heavy weight down, the bar moving from over his head to his chest in a fluid and even motion. I saw his arms and shoulders stiffen, his abdomen and back strain, as he moved the 160 pounds in the final 12 reps of his workout. Mark was wearing a pair of workout shorts only, his upper body on show for my benefit I'm sure. 

I stood while he was still working and moved to the next machine, the thigh machine. As I took my seat I adjusted the weight to 70 pounds and the arms of the machine to press snugly against my outer thighs. This machine was used to work the lower abdomen, back, and upper legs.

"Done," Mark announced, and I readied myself to begin the final 3 sets of 12 reps of my workout.

Once comfortable I moved my arms above my head and grasped the bar on the machine, then began to push my legs apart, pulling the 70 pounds up and then controlled the fall until my legs almost returned to their initial position but maintaining the weights above the 80 pound plate. I pushed again, lifting the weight, spreading my legs as wide as I could against the padded arms. 

Mark got up and repositioned himself to the stationary bicycle directly in front of me. He sat there and stared at me, at my bald sex, as I completed the first set.

I could feel the burn in my abdomen and my back from the strenuous output of energy from my muscles. I finally finished twelve reps and allowed my legs to come together and the weights to rest on the unused plates. 

"I like this, you being nude while exercising," commented my husband. "It's a turn on for me."

I laughed to myself thinking that it may be a turn on for him but it was all work for me, nude or dressed. I continued to breathe hard as I let thirty seconds tick off and then began my second set of reps.

"Your pussy is working doing that exercise," he remarked.

I was sure it was, every damned muscle in my lower body was working to keep the 70 pound plate from crashing down onto the unused plates. I counted the next rep, then the next. 12 seemed like a long way to go, but finally I finished and my legs again came together, the arms slackened against my legs, and I began the 30 second countdown again.

I looked down at my chest. Sweat was running from my neck between my naked breasts to my stomach. We had now been in the gym for almost one hour, working weights. My muscles were tired and this last exercise was the hardest for me to do. 

I looked up at Mark. He had started to lazily pedal the bike as his eyes remained on that spot between my legs, heaven as he liked to call it. I looked at his crotch and saw that he had a bit of a bulge showing, his cock inflating as he watched me try to kill myself to keep in shape for his use.

I positioned myself to finish the final 12 reps and began the set. This time, as my legs were at their widest point, I hesitated, held the weight and counted to 2, then allowed my legs to close slowly. I did this as a tease, allowing Mark to see my labia fully opened. It added some strain to the exercise but at least for the first few reps I was able to easily accomplish the feat. Once I got to number 10 I decided to just finish and his treat was forgotten.

The exercise completed I immediately released the arms and moved from the seat to the slant bench that was next to the thigh machine. Mark still had the perfect view between my legs and I made it even better by lifting one leg and placing my heel on the little bit of bench not covered by my ass.

"You like?" I asked.

He didn't answer but smiled big, his legs still pumping the bike pedals lazily. He watched me intensely as I ran my right hand over my breasts, the sweat from the workout providing some lubrication. I liked the feeling of my palms running over my sensitive nipples and closed my eyes as I continued. My mind went back to the past weekend, to Jasmine and the things she did to me and to Mark.

Jasmine had expertly tongued me to a number of orgasms. She was very talented in her oral ministrations, to both men and women. Mark had cum in her mouth a number of times as well. She had also used the strap on toys, she had pushed fake cocks into both my holes as I squirmed below her. It had been a really great weekend.

I heard Mark moving then felt the heat of his body between my splayed legs. His hands touched my abdomen and I groaned lightly in response. His fingers massaged my lower abdomen, running over the tired muscles soothingly. I groaned as he slipped over my cleanly shaven Mons, that area of my abdomen that normally grew hair in a thick patch. He was massaging the muscles and teasing me at the same time.

"How about a nice tattoo, right here?" he asked as his finger circled an area just inches from my hole.

I opened my eyes and looked at where he was touching. It was at the point that my left leg bent, that little ticklish area, about an inch from my lips. 

"And what kind of tat do you think I should have there?"

He smiled before replying, "How about a nice snake, one that can curl around your thigh here and then run up to right here...."

As he spoke his fingers ran a couple inches down my inner thigh and then upward until they were resting on my open lips.

"What, you want it to appear that a serpent is coming out of my womb and running around my body?"

He ran his finger up and down my open labia as he smiled, "Yea, that would look kinda cool, huh?"

"You're crazy," I said laying my head back and closing my eyes to enjoy his attention.

He continued to tease me, his fingers running circles around my clit, exciting me more. I felt him at my hole and he circled it as well as I moaned and moved my hips in an attempt to capture his finger in my pussy.

"No, no, no." he teased and moved on toward my little brown hole, there pushing gently against the opening but not invading.

My mouth was now open and the moans were becoming louder with need, "Yes, touch me, harder baby". He continued to tease. He touched gently all over my sex, then with his other hand he rubbed my hard nipples. I was becoming very excited from his attention. I could feel sweat again forming on my body, joining with the drops that were still left from my workout, and running down my sides. 

"Please," I begged.

"Please what?"

"Please, I need to cum."

I heard him laugh but he bent down and his breathe now poked my crotch. The heat radiated from his face to the sensitive skin of my labia. I moaned the word "please" loudly in anticipation of his tongue touching my clit. He blew cool air over my sex and a chill ran up my spine, then his tongue made contact with the end of my now exposed clit, sending an explosion of fireworks through my body. The tiny nerve filled organ that was the center of my sexual pleasure buzzed under his ministrations and it was just 30 seconds before I felt all the muscles that he had been massaging tighten uncontrollably, and then the jerky contractions began and rolled from my hips and abdomen all the way to my legs and shoulders. The orgasm lasted almost a full minute before he removed his face from my crotch and I was allowed to again relax. I swore that I had not taken one breath during the entire episode, and now I was gasping for air. 

"Oh, God, yes baby, that felt so good."

I lay there recovering with my head still back and my eyes closed tight, regaining my breath and relaxing my fatigued muscles. I could have gone to sleep after just a few minutes.

Mark had other ideas though. 

I felt him lift one leg up until my knee was straight and then it was pulled back and secured. I opened my eyes as he lifted the other leg, he pulled it up and I saw him put it into a noose on a piece of rope that I had not previously seen. He moved beside me and took my hands, put my wrists together and lifted them over my head. He slipped them through another rope.

"Now it's time to work out my last muscle group," he said with a smile.

I was secured on the thin slant bench, my legs tied spread out in a wide "V", my hands secured above my head, my sexual organs now completely exposed for him to use. I could feel the excitement return immediately as I realized I was completely submissive to what he wanted.

Mark didn't waste much more time. He pulled off his workout shorts and moved to the end of the bench. I could see his hard cock sticking straight out, the head a deep purple color, the veins on his shaft pumping with each heartbeat. He put his hand on my Mons, blocking my view of his violation of my body. His cock touched my labia and I cooed. 

"Tell me what you need Susan."

"Oh, baby, I need your cock inside me."

I barely finished the words when he thrust forward, sinking his full length between my split labia and stretching my insides. His bulbous head now pressed against the opening to my cervix. I was filled with him, my hole stretched to the limit.

"Yes baby, that feels so good."

He held himself against me, his scrotum rested on my asshole he was so deep, and allowed me to grow accustomed to the invasion. When he began to move it was just small in and outs, his head relieving the pressure on my inner wall then returning immediately, short strokes. I was squirming from the feeling, my clit being rubbed against his abdomen with each slight movement.

"Ready?"

I shook my head affirmatively and Mark began to fuck me in earnest. He pulled back until he was just splitting my lips, and then slammed into me. I could feel my sex being vacated, then filled to max, all within a millisecond as he pistoned in and out of my pussy. He continued to pound into me, his hands now on my legs, squeezing my thighs tightly between his fingers as he pushed and pulled my body on and off his cock. 

I was helpless, my arms and legs secured for his maximum penetration. I tried to move to give him more pleasure but I was secured so my body was in perfect position for him to use my sex for his pleasure. He pounded against my clit while his cock rubbed against the sensitive g-spot inside my vagina; my tits were bouncing together and moving all over my chest. I could see the drops of sweat being flung off my tits each time he banged his hips into my crotch.

I was screaming, tears rolling from my eyes in pleasure and pain as he continued to fuck me for several minutes. His hands moved to my ankles and he pressed himself deep into me, then I felt his cock begin to grow. Sweat was running down his chest sexily as I encouraged him, telling him "fuck me good, I need your seed baby, fuck me good and deep, hurt my cunt".

I felt the pulse of cum slam into my cunt as his cock erupted into my depths. He grunted like an animal, then yanked my body brutally off his cock and slammed me back down onto his shaft releasing another load into my sex. I felt the leather of the slant board pull at my skin as he forcefully moved me back and forth numerous times, filling me with his hot white cum. At the same time, my legs and abdomen erupted in release and I screamed out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," fueling him to become more savage in his actions.

He finally fell onto my abdomen, my legs, still shaking in muscular contractions of my orgasm, forming a "V" around his chest, and gasped for breath. We were both breathing so hard we could not speak for several minutes. My skin was burning from the friction with the leather covering of the slantboard. 

When Mark stood up, we were still conjoined at our sex. He looked down and watched as he pulled himself out, still mostly hard. 

I felt the rush of cum slip past my lips. Mark gathered it in his hand. He moved his hand to my face and I eagerly opened my mouth. He dripped the salty liquid onto my tongue and I took it into my mouth, savoring the taste and the wickedness of my actions. I swallowed his white goo and then opened my mouth for more.

When I stopped leaking he released my arms and legs. I sat up on the bench and rubbed my reddened skin before reaching toward him and kissed his mouth, our tongues invading each other's mouth. 

"That was good," he remarked to me. "I want you to workout naked from now on."

"Gladly, if all the workouts end like this."

"We'll see, that could be a little tough," he admitted. "Now, about that little serpent coming out of your cunt..."