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Commando

By: tarnished_knight



"I don't have anything on underneath," she said, smoothing the material of the white linen dress as she sat down... further tantalizing me as she slowly crossed her beautiful long tanned legs.

Stunning... absolutely fucking stunning... those had been the thoughts that had filled my mind as I had watched her make her ass swinging way the 15 or 20 feet from the entrance of the hotel bar to where I was sitting. 

"Damn," I had muttered as I had gotten up to greet her. "That's a great looking dress and you look unbelievably good." That's when she had uttered those words. "I don't have anything on underneath."

"Jesus," I exclaimed. "Makes me think about getting my head between your bare thighs." 

She giggled. "Which one of those big heads of yours are you talking about?" 

"I'll want both of them there... but first I want to taste your sweet juices while I tongue your pussy."

Lust was now in full bloom in her deep dark eyes. "Tongue my pussy?"

"Yeah. Tongue your pussy." I paused as visions of swollen, wet, pussy lips, danced through my brain. "I want to make you cum with my tongue... one of those screaming, body shaking orgasms you used to have. Then I'm going to fuck you."

She uncrossed her legs... then crossed them again as she squirmed in her chair. While she didn't answer there was no question she remembered so I pressed forward.

"I'd love to bend you over that chair right now. Jerk that dress up over your ass and go to work on your pussy with my tongue."

I watched as she continued squirming, apparently trying to press the cheeks of her ass down into the chair as if the smooth leather was my face. "Up over my ass?" She murmured, her eyes nearly closed. 

"Yeah. Up over your ass," I managed before the waitress interrupted.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Two dirty vodka martinis and two glasses of water, please," I said without lifting my eyes.

"Very dirty," she added, eyes now wide open. 

My cock immediately began to soften. Although our eyes remained unblinking locked for more than a minute, the spell was broken. Looking away, she laughed. "I don't think it was exactly the Heimlich maneuver she performed but there's no question I was just saved by the waitress."

Deciding to continue on the offensive... I pressed the attack. "I had your ass bent over that chair and my tongue in your pussy."

"Yes." She paused... apparently contemplating the position of her ass and my tongue. "Yes, you did."

It had been several years since I last had her in such a position although I could still remember it as if it where yesterday. Skin smooth as silk... small taut breasts with long hard nipples... narrow waist... nearly perfect ass... beautiful long supple legs... wet swollen lips.... incredibly tight pussy. Yes... I definitely remembered. No way I could ever forget how it was with her... how she looked and felt... the hot wild sex... and there was no doubt that it was imbedded in her mind just as deeply as it was in mine. I wanted her again... to relive those wild times... to feel her... smell her... taste her... eat her... fuck her.

"They're not dirty enough." She jolted me back to the present.

"Not dirty enough?"

"The martinis. They need more olive juice."

"Oh. Okay. I'll get some."

"Just sit still. The waitress can bring it," she said, waving for attention before continuing. "What were you just thinking about? You looked like you were in some sort of a trance."

"Nothing real important." I said, utilizing an exaggerated pause for effect. "Just thinking about our past sex... about my tongue in your pussy."

"Not important, huh?" She stared into my eyes... trying to figure out if I was serious.

"Nah." Once again I paused to study her reaction. "It was just sex." I hesitated again... then reached over and took her hand. "Just sex. Just the wildest, hottest, best fucking sex of my life."

Lust had made its way back into her eyes. "Best of your life?"

"Absolutely. The best of my life."

She looked at me for a long time, still firmly clasping my hand. "Mine too."

She let go of my hand to pick up the half full cocktail glass of olive juice the waitress placed on the table. Adding some to each of our glasses, she took a sip. "That's much better." Grinning, she looked at me for a few seconds before continuing. "Saved again. This waitress has perfect timing."

I grinned. "I wouldn't call it perfect. Poor would be my word choice."

She laughed. "Keeps getting in your way, does she?"

I laughed with her. "Yeah. Sure does. It's as if she's trying to keep my tongue in my mouth."

She laughed. "Maybe she's heard how dangerous an instrument it is?"

"Someone must have been talking?"

"Maybe one of those young hotties you're always fucking?"

"I doubt that."

Her voice dripping with sarcasm, she continued. "Oh yeah. I keep forgetting. You're in a 'relationship' now. Aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. But what's that got to do with it. You're in a 'relationship' yourself."

"Mine's different. I'm not living with anyone. You might as well be married."

"Yours is different all right. You're always taking some exotic trip somewhere. I'm stuck here."

"You're not stuck. You're exactly where you want to be. If you weren't you wouldn't be there."

"Okay," I said. "What does my relationship, or yours for that matter, have to do with me and you?"

"Actually a lot. You act like you can't live without me but you're living with someone else."

"I wasn't the one who moved away. I was seriously considering spending the rest of my life with you and you wanted to open another office in another city. You were more interested in growing your business than you were in growing our relationship."  

"Did you make a commitment to me?" 

"More so than you did. Who wrote all those passionate love letters you have stored in those boxes?"

Love and passion once again made an appearance in her eyes as she stared at me. 

I leaned over and kissed her... her lips were wet and inviting... our kiss became passionate... tongues probing, flicking, dancing the dance of lovers as my hand slid up the smooth skin of the inside of her thigh.

She pulled back to look at me. My cock was once more seeking expansion room in my tight jeans. 

I pressed forward. "You still have those letters, don't you?"

She took a long drink from her water glass. "Every one of them."

"Your family and friends are going to read them someday and a lot of them have some pretty descriptive sex scenes."

"That's okay. I'm not worried about that. Most people never in their life experience love like it is described in those letters." 

"I know." Pausing to look in her eyes. "Somehow we let it get away from us."

"Yes we did. We should have had that beautiful baby we talked about."

"Yeah, we should have. It would have been one beautiful kid, and smart too. I know you would have been a wonderful mother." 

"And we would have probably stayed together."

"You would have had a difficult time running me off."

"I wouldn't have wanted to."

I kissed her again. This time it was soft, warm and loving. "I love you, Baby," I whispered softly.

"I love you too," she murmured, as we continued to kiss. My hand had now made its way to the top of the inside of her thigh as our tongues continued their dance.

She suddenly pulled back. "They're watching us."

I didn't bother to look. Instead I attempted to resume the kiss and to reestablish my hand position. 

She stopped my hand. "They can see what we're doing."

"See what? Two people kissing?"

"They can see your hand up my dress?"

"If it's up your dress how can they see it?"

"You know what I mean. They know what you're doing."

"That just makes it more exciting."

"People will be talking about us."

"What can they say? It ain't like we're fucking?"

"They'll tell everyone what is happening."

"If it bothers you then let's get out of here."

"We can't."

"We can't? Why not? I know I want you and you know you want me."

"It's not that simple."

"Actually it's not that complicated. Let's go somewhere and get this over with."

"Over with? Is that how you think of it."

"Maybe I made a bad choice of words but you know what I meant. I love you and I want you. I want to kiss you, hold you... I want you."

"I want you too but I'm not sure we should get started again."

"I want what I had before. Actually, what we had before." 

"They say you can't go back."

"Who the fuck are 'they'? And how would 'they' know what we had or what we want?"

She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. "Let's finish this drink and we'll go."

I grabbed her hand enthusiastically. "Great. I'll get the tab and we'll get out of here."

"Don't be so anxious," she said. "Just take your time finish your drink. Just act normal."

"Act normal?" I laughed. "My cock is about to punch a hole in my jeans."

"Oh God," she said. "How are you going to walk out of here?"

"Very carefully," I laughed. "I'll just kind of drag one leg, cover my cock with both hands, and hope no one notices."

"Don't be silly."

"Silly? You're dress is probably soaked through... the way you were squirming in that chair."

She paused to consider the possibilities. "I don't think so."

"You saying you aren't dripping wet?"

She paused again. "Maybe, but I doubt it soaked through my dress."

"Maybe? I know how wet you get, and besides, its not like you have any underwear to soak up the juice," I said as the waitress approached. 

"May we please have our tab," I asked?

"I'll be right back with it."

"Want me to reach up there and see just how wet you are?" I moved my hand just a little further up her leg.

She stopped my hand. "No. I don't need you to tell me how wet I am."

We both laughed. 

"I can't wait to get my hands and my tongue on you... actually... in you."

Passion was now in full bloom in her eyes. "Is sex all you think of?"

"It is when I'm around you. You remember how hot the sex was and how often we had to have it?"

"How could I forget?" She looked at me for a few seconds, before laughing. "You remind me every few minutes you're around me."

"So if I didn't remind you... you wouldn't remember?"

The lust remained in her eyes as she looked at me. "Yes. I'd remember."

The waitress handed me the tab. I handed her $60. "Keep the change."

"Thank you," she said, acknowledging the tip. "You folks have a great evening."

I looked at her as I answered. "Thank you. I'm sure we will."

We walked outside to her car. "You want me to follow you?"

"Follow me? We haven't decided where we're going."

"I figured to your place. It's close."

She thought about that for a long minute. "Okay. But I haven't decided if I'm going to do anything. I need to think about it some more."

My half hard cock pressed into the softness of her belly as I pulled her to me. My mouth found hers in a kiss that lasted a good two minutes. I slid my hand down over the cheeks of her ass as we separated. "I'll follow you."

Nodding in agreement she climbed into the SUV.

I waited by the front door as she entered through the garage. Four or five minutes must have passed and she still hadn't let me in. I was beginning to think she had changed her mind. I took out my cell phone and was punching in the numbers when the door opened. 

"Jesus," I said as I set the dead bolt on the door. "I was beginning to think you had forgotten I was out here or were choosing to ignore me." 

"I stopped to pee since I went right past the bathroom."

Reaching out and grabbing her arm I pulled her to me roughly, then backed her against the arm of the black leather couch as I kissed her. My tongue plunged deep into her mouth as I grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands. She moaned softly as I began to grind my cock against her.

Breaking off the kiss, I turned her around, and pushed her face down over the arm of the couch. Raising her dress over her ass, I dropped to my knees, one hand quickly moving between her legs to fondle her, while using the other to spread her legs. Moaning softly she pressed her ass back toward me in an attempt to get more of my hand. Using my free hand to spread her cheeks, I did what I had been wanting to do since she had walked through the door of the bar... I dropped my head between her thighs and my mouth found her wet swollen lips. I immediately went to work licking, sucking, savoring, her juices. 

"Oh God," she moaned as I alternated running my tongue around her lips, then lightly dipping my tongue into her cunt. Each time I began with shallow strokes and slowly progressed to harder, deeper ones before completely withdrawing for a few seconds and then repeating the procedure. It became apparent that she was getting close so I began to lightly run my tongue over her clit after I had licked her lips and before I dipped into her. Each time I touched her clit she would moan and raise her hips in an effort to get more of my tongue. The frequency of her moans increased as did her efforts to prolong the engagement of my tongue on her clit. Several times she reached back with her hands to try to grab my head but I pushed them away. She then tried sliding further down on the couch so she could turn over on her back. I pulled her back up, keeping her face down, ass in the air. My desire to fuck her was growing right along with my cock. In an effort to postpone my need I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and began to slowly stroke my cock. After a minute or two of stroking I knew prolonging wasn't what was going to happen so I reluctantly stopped and instead went to work on her pussy with serious intent.

"Oh yes," she whispered as I took her clit between my teeth. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as I plunged, one, then two, then three fingers in her, while I began to suck her clit in earnest. 

"Oh God... Oh God, I'm cumming," she screamed, her body beginning to shake... her pussy to spasm... her juices flooding my mouth and face. 

Slowly... softly... I licked at her pussy while avoiding her clit since I knew from experience how sensitive it would now be and I wanted her to come down slowly. After a couple of more brief shudders I felt her begin to relax.

"That was wonderful," she said, while attempting to roll over but I wouldn't let her, as I wanted her bent over the arm of the couch, ass in the air, as I continued to lick at her.

"Yes," I agreed. "You taste every bit as good as I remember and your orgasms are something to behold." 

I got to my feet. "Now it's time for the other one."

"The other what?"

"The other head you spoke of," I said as I begin to rub the swollen head of my cock over her lips and around her clit.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me now."

"I'm going to fuck you but first I want to make sure your ready for it," as I continued to dip the head into her dripping pussy and rub it over her lips and clit. I reached forward with my free hand and grabbed a nipple... rolling it between my fingers. She quickly put her hand over mine and squeezed, thrust back with her ass, while reaching back with her other hand to grasp my hip in an unsuccessful effort to pull my cock deeper in.

My own desires were growing. I began to give her a little more of my cock each time I dipped it in. First just the head, then a little of the shaft, as slowly I began to push deeper with each thrust of my hips.

I could tell from her reactions that my cock was finding her g-spot on the downward strokes as her breathing became ragged. Her ass was now moving urgently in an attempt to establish a rhythm with my cock, and her moans were growing in intensity. My own breathing was now strained and I could feel the approach of my orgasm as her tight wet pussy was now seemingly pulling at my cock as it penetrated and gripping to hold it as I withdrew.

I could wait no more. It was time. I made one last run with my cock around her swollen lips... I slapped it hard against her clit several times before I rubbed it over and around her hard little nub.

"Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me now."

Shoving my cock to the hilt, I grabbed her hips for leverage and began to pound her with long hard deep strokes... each time withdrawing it almost in its entirety before plunging it all the way in.

"Oh yeah, that's it Baby," she cried, her ass lifting in perfect rhythm to the thrusts of my cock. "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me hard."

"Oh God that is good," I groaned as my balls tightened and my cock began its telltale twitch. "I'm cumming, Baby. Oh fuck, I'm cumming." I cried. 

"Yes," she answered, her voice husky with passion. I felt her muscles tighten on me as her own spasms joined mine... her hot liquids pouring over my cock... joining mine in running from her pussy. "Oh yes," she cried as spurt after spurt of my fluids united with hers. My body shook and jerked as the rhythm of our sex had vanished... replaced by the wonderful raw aroma of our passion.

My cock jerked one final time... a last shudder passed through my body as one final spurt left me before I collapsed onto her ass... my softening cock still in the grip of her tight pussy.

We lay motionless for several minutes, my belly to her ass, her pussy still coupled to my cock. Rising up I withdrew. She rolled over onto her back... stretching full length on the couch... her beautiful body glistening with sweat in the light from a single lamp. I dropped to my knees beside her, our lips meeting in a long, warm, passion filled kiss of love. 

"That was wonderful," I murmured as I lay down beside her.

"Yes," she said. "As good as before."

"Yes. Every bit as good as before, and we got the rest of the night to work on," I giggled.

"Work you say?" She snickered. "You've really got your work cut out for you if you're planning on topping that one."

"Guess I better get started then," I responded... bending to take her still hard nipple between my teeth.

"Don't," she said, pushing me away and rolling over on top of me. "It's my turn now." With that, she began to lick her way down my body... first my ears... then my neck.... pausing longer at my nipples where she sucked and nibbled as her hand began to lightly massage my balls. 

"Ohhhh," I moaned as she bit harder on my small but very hard nipples. "God, I like that."

"I'm already getting results," she giggled between bites as her hand lightly massaged my rising cock.

She continued a licking biting descent down my body while utilizing her fingers to ply my now super sensitive nipples. 

"I love it," she managed to murmur as her mouth found my cock. "I love it when a soft cock hardens and fills my mouth."

I reached to grab her hair as I tried to work my ass into a rhythm with the movement of her head. She stopped... removing my hand from her head. "Stop it. Are you going to lay back and let me do you or do I need to tie you up."

"Tie me up?" I laughed. "What makes you think I'd let you tie me up?" 

Without answering, she slapped my cock. "I think right now you'd let me do about anything I wanted to do."

"Anything?" I said. 

With her dark lust filled eyes intently focused on mine she quickly bobbed up and down twice on my cock each time taking all of me as far into her throat as possible, then twice ran her hot tongue slowly up and down the full length of my shaft, before beginning to lick my engorged head as if it where an ice cream cone. "Yeah, anything," she murmured between slurps.

"Jesus, Baby," I gasp as I felt a finger begin to tease at my ass as she noisily slurped my cock. 

"You like that do you?" She giggled seductively... holding my shaft in one hand, she began to lightly suck the head with her lips... suddenly I felt the finger begin to penetrate. 

Finding myself now in a quandary, hung literally between a finger and a hard place, I was torn between pressing down on the wildly stimulating feel of her finger in my ass or pushing up into her luscious mouth. 


Commando



I hope you enjoy this "quickie" as much as I did. Thanks again to my Pet. 

*

Me: Be there in 30 mins

Pet: come straight dwnstrs.

Me: K

I threw on my shoes and headed out the door. It wasn't a long ride and I couldn't wait to see him again. My body was on fire. I was wearing his favorite; a tiny lace thong with matching front close bra, a tight t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. I was wet just thinking about him. I was lucky and didn't catch any lights. I pulled in to the driveway, hopped out, and walked up to the door. He must have been just as anxious as I was because the door opened as I reached out for the door knob. His hand wrapped around my wrist and he pulled me into the house. His lips pressed against mine. I fell back onto the closing door. Our tongues danced and his hands found their way up the front of my shirt. I could feel the desire in his touch. He needed me, but it was a base, desperate need. 

"I got here as fast as I could." I mumbled as his lips pressed against my neck. 

He inhaled deeply and sighed, "You smell amazing. I love it." He kissed my neck again and then looked into my eyes.

"Any chance I could get a cup of coffee?" I giggled and he let out an over exaggerated sigh.

He started making coffee and I went into the cabinet to grab 2 mugs when I felt him behind me. He nuzzled the back of my neck and his hands went back up the front of my shirt. He unhooked my bra and I could feel it in my clit when he slid the slippery material of my bra away from my skin. The feeling of my shirt against my already hard nipples was almost electric. A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers gently caressed the sides of my breasts.

"I want you." He breathed into my ear. His warm breath gave me goose bumps. "But, I want to tease you first." He slid his hand down the front of my jeans, not bothering to unbutton them. His fingers slipped easily into my already wet pussy and he realized I was wearing his favorite; a thong. His finger slowly but firmly circled my throbbing clit and I moaned. He kept it up for a few minutes, my body was becoming jello in his hands. I felt my knees start to tremble and his grip on my body got tighter. He pulled his fingers from me and rubbed my pussy again through my thong. "I want you to do it. And then I want these."

"Tell me why you want them?" I panted, my fingers rubbed my clit through the thin fabric.

"I want to use them after you leave. I want to smell you." He whispered in my ear, his fingers played with my nipples pinching and caressing them, heightening my pleasure. 

"Tell me... what... will you do... after I leave." My words were coming in short gasps as my fingers continued to work my clit.

"I'm going to rub my cock while I smell your panties." 

That's all I need to hear. My body tensed and I came. I fell back onto him and he laughed. With his hands on my hips, he turned me to face him and he kissed me. 

"Coffee's ready." He chuckled and reached past me into the cabinet pulling out 2 mugs. I caught my breath while he prepared my coffee just the way I like it. We sipped in silence for a few moments, then he glanced at me over the rim of his cup and I could see the desire in his eyes. I put my mug on the counter, walked towards the basement door, and looked back at him over my shoulder. He set his mug on the counter and I ran down the stairs giggling. He chased after me stopping in his tracks when he reached the bottom of the stairs. I'd had just enough time to get my jeans and panties down and to bend over the couch just outside his office. He whistled through his teeth at the sight of my bare ass waiting for his hard cock. I heard his zipper and the rustle of denim just before I felt his hands on my hips and his cock slide into my pussy.

"You have an amazing ass." He grunted thrusting his cock deep into me, forcing me to draw quick shallow breaths. His palm pressed firmly against my back, between my shoulders bending me over the arm of the sofa. "I could fuck you for days." He said slowly slipping his thumb into my ass. The sensation was exquisite. I bucked back against him, pushing more of his thumb into my ass. My moans were coming closer, his grunting became more feral and his pace quickened. We were both close, but I didn't want it to happen there. I knew that he wanted me in his office, so that when he worked he could remember me bent over his chair, ass in the air. Or, when work became to be too tedious, he could close his eyes briefly and see me in his chair legs spread over the arms, my fingers spreading my slick lips exposing my hard little clit for his tongue. 

"Stop," I panted, "not here." I took his hand, led him to his desk, and bent over.

"You dirty little minx." He grunted and slid his cock back into its warm, wet, sheath.

"This is where you wanted me isn't it? All those dirty little messages you sent me telling me how much you wanted to see me bent over your desk, ass in the air for your taking." My words came ragged as he thrust hard, fast and deep. I could hear it in his breath and in the moans that he allowed to escape, because I needed to hear them, that he was going to cum. I pushed back against him as he pulled me back hard and I could feel his cock pulse with his release. He collapsed on top of me, panting. After a few moments, he stood and helped me up. 

"Those are mine." He said snatching my panties from my hand before I could put them on. I felt our cum dripping warm, down my leg as I reached for my jeans.

"It has been years since I went commando." I giggled as I pulled up my jeans. He laughed, slapped my ass, and we headed back upstairs.

"I feel so dirty not wearing any panties. I feel even naughtier because I can feel my lips sliding along the seam because your cum is dripping out of me." He was holding me in his arms by the front door as I told him how naughty I felt. He laughed again. It was a deep chuckle. 

"Time to get back to work." He kissed me and opened the door. 

I never mind being his booty call. He always makes sure I leave with a smile.

*

As always please feel free to leave a comment or feedback. I welcome your opinion.



Commando



"Come on, Melissa, you lost fair and square," Shelley laughed. "The penalty's not too bad."

"Easy for you to say," grumbled Melissa, knowing that if she were in the other girls' shoes she'd be laughing, too.

Still, she had to admit the penalty wasn't too bad. She could also take some steps to mitigate it.

The game had been a straightforward card game, and Melissa was usually lucky with those, but when the points had been counted at the end she'd come last. By one, single, lousy, point, but still last.

The girls had had their fun, thinking up some wild penalties before settling on a commando raid. All she had to do was go to the supermarket and pick up a dozen items -- while wearing a very short skirt and no panties. Everything was fine as long as she walked carefully, but if she stretched up or bent down, wowza!

OK, she thought, definitely not my normal supermarket. Over to the hub, I think, with indoor parking and people who don't know me. 

Once in the parking lot, Melissa chose her spot carefully. Reverse park against a wall, allowing her room to manoeuvre behind the car. This would ensure that when she flashed the world getting in and out of the car the car-door would shield her from one direction and the wall from the other. Score one for Melissa. Being able to load her groceries protected from view was another plus.

Taking the walkway up to the supermarket Melissa stood very still, praying no-one lower on the walkway was paying attention to her. Into the supermarket and grab a trolley and away she went.

Walking the aisles, picking the things she needed. OK at first, but then she had to reach up for something. An automatic stretch and a sudden reminder when the old gentlemen looking her way suddenly went bright red.

Melissa found herself giggling at the poor man's reaction, and suddenly felt a lot more confident. She finished gathering the things on her list, taking her time and if she had to stretch or bend down she chose her time with care. A little voice whispered to her "You also seem to be making sure it's young men who see your tush", but she ignored that.

Stacking her groceries in the baby seat section of the shopping trolley meant not having to bend over at the checkout, and Melissa was soon heading back to her car smiling. OK, so a couple of young men had seen her tush, so what? It had actually been a little exciting.

Melissa dragged the trolley behind her car and flicked up the hatch-back. She was about to start loading the groceries when a man walked up alongside the van parked next to her and opened the back. Melissa paused.

The groceries were loose in the trolley, and not in the baby section any longer. She was going to have to bend down for those and each time she did, she'd be flashing her tush at the man behind her. Not only her tush. At that range he'd have an excellent view of her pussy as well. But not her face, she realised, and the thrill of illicit behaviour ran through her.

She would take her time putting the groceries away, and if he was looking at her he was going to get quite a view. She felt hot and wet, just thinking of his reaction.

Melissa bent over the trolley for the first item. OK, so she could have picked up several items at once. Why should she? And maybe she didn't need to lean over quite that far, but it made it easier to pick up the eggs. That was fair, wasn't it?

As soon as Melissa bent over and her dress headed north she heard her neighbour stop humming. So suddenly you'd think someone ran a zip across his lips. Next, butter. Bend and reach. Absolute silence from behind her.

Someone, Melissa decided, is enjoying the show. And she was enjoying giving it. She was now definitely feeling hot and wet and sexy. This was fun.

Storing the bread and reaching for the next item, humming to herself from pure mischief. That was the point at which things changed.

Bending over, trying to decide which item to choose, Melissa froze as a pair of large hands closed on her hips and a large warm object was pressing firmly against her pussy. Before Melissa could say yes, no, help or just scream she found that she was being neatly transfixed by an eager organ, which slid smoothly into her wet pussy and settled deep within her, helped in she had to admit by the thrust of her own hips welcoming it.

Melissa stayed still, unable to speak, trying to think, which she was finding increasingly difficult with the stranger now starting to pump her, slowly but surely.

Slowly she worked it out. No-one could see from behind as the wall was there. Nobody could see from in front as she was bent over behind the car and the hatch was up. Cars blocked the view from side to side. She couldn't believe it. She was in the middle of a shopping centre and a man was diddling her without a care in the world.

Melissa found herself gasping as her unexpected lover continued to thrust deeply into her. She found that she was moving in time to his energetic performance, enjoying the unexpected. A little voice was telling her, "you shouldn't be doing this", but as far as she was concerned a nice big cock was hammering home the message "you want this". She was listening to the cock.

Neither Melissa nor her lover had spoken as of yet. He had just stepped up and invaded, and she had just relaxed and let it happen. Neither seemed to see the need for words at all.

The driving thrusts were building up nicely, sending ripples of pleasure deep into Melissa, who responded by clamping tightly around the instrument that was pleasuring her, trying to ensure that she was sending pleasure to the owner.

Both of them were breathing hard, moving faster, and Melissa gave a muffled squeak, desperately trying not to scream as her orgasm came flooding over her. She could feel deep inside that her unknown lover was happily completing his work.

Melissa stayed bent over the trolley, waiting for the withdrawal, still not speaking, but definitely breathing hard. As the stranger slowly withdrew she could feel him leaning over her, and finally he spoke.

"Stay like that for a minute. My mate's finished his shopping and is heading this way."

Melissa blanched. "Is he insane? Does he really expect me to just remain bent over so his unknown mate can come along and bonk me as well? Doesn't he know that what he'd done was effectively rape? And he expects me to remain here so his mate can have a go?" 

Melissa fumed. How dare he take her so much for granted. It was bad enough he'd jumped her, but to expect to be able to pass her to a mate was the outside of enough.

Melissa squealed. She'd dithered too long it turned out, and another pair of hands were on her hips. "This time I'm protesting," she though, only to hold very still at what she felt pushing against her.

"What the hell?" she thought, feeling her eyes opening very wide, as she found that the invasion of her body was being performed by a much larger intruder. She gasped, squirming as a massive organ began driving home. She gave a soft squeal, as it rammed its way into her desperately yielding body. She gave a groan of anticipation as it settled inside her, pausing before starting its main assault.

Melissa found that she again had nothing to say. She'd just have to nobly withstand this second assault on her body, she thought, as she felt the gathered army starting to march back and forth within her.

Melissa's bottom lifted up and down, helping her to accommodate and control this new messenger of joy. She wanted to scream, she was taking such a wonderful pounding, but obeyed that trickle of awareness that told her that this would be unwise.

Up and down, Melissa's bottom bobbed, riding the tempest and waiting for the storm. It was too long in coming in Melissa's opinion, while arriving far too soon. She pushed her hands against her mouth, trying to hold down her shriek of triumph, while her whole body spasmed to a second climax.

She slumped forward against the trolley again, hands gripping it tightly. Her second lover was now withdrawing, and she relaxed letting him go. She heard the van starting up, and glanced up to see it driving away. Leaving her exposed to anyone else who might take that parking spot she realised.

Melissa hastily straightened and finished loading her groceries. Slam the hatch and into the car, homeward bound.

As she headed home, Melissa pondered how to tell the girls what had happened. They would know something had, and they'd nag until they got answers.

"I got jumped and raped by a couple of thugs in the parking lot" wouldn't really cut it for an explanation. Too many questions about how could they do that in a public are in broad daylight.

Alternatively, how did she tell them "I bent over and presented my pussy to a stranger, and when he'd finished I waited around while he went and got his mate so he could have a turn".

She still didn't know how she came to be having sex in public with a couple of strangers and no-one noticed. And was she raped or not? She couldn't decide. 



Commando Caper



"What, no panties?"

I shrugged at my girlfriend Kara's question. "Too hot," I muttered. Kara had come over to pick me up for our shopping expedition. My mother had sent her up to my bedroom to wake me up. I had struggled out of bed, and she watched as I dressed. I put on a sleeveless blouse, not bothering with a bra, and then a denim miniskirt. She wore a pink tank top and a white cotton miniskirt. Her nipples told me she had also decided against a bra. That girl has the perkiest nipples ever, and she has long tan legs that just don't quit. 

"Well hell, then I'm not wearing panties either," Kara stated matter-of-factly, as she slipped hers off and stuck them in her purse. 

"I'm ready; let's go," I announced.

"Aren't you going to fix your hair? You got bed head, girl."

I grabbed a Steelers cap from my closet and put it on. "My hair is hopeless. Unless you want to wait an hour while I rectify the situation. There's . . . uh . . . cum in it, too. I'll take a shower when we get back." I glanced jealously at her long blonde straight hair, which looked freshly washed and brushed.

"There is cum in your hair?" Kara questioned rather incredulously.

"I told you I had a date with that frat rat Danny from Alpha Xi Delta last night. Our first date--and last. He took me to a baseball game. On the way home, he pulled off into this secluded wooded area. Guess what he did next?"

"What, Sarah? He tried to rape you?"

"Well, not exactly. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, and then he said he wanted a blowjob. Of course I protested, but he kept saying he wasn't going to take me home until I sucked him off. After I bitched for fifteen minutes, he still insisted either I play his skin flute or I could walk home. I didn't even know where the hell we were."

"So you gave the dirty frat rat a blowjob?"

"Wouldn't you, Kara?"

"Well yeah, I guess so."

"I would have swallowed it all. But no, when he busted a nut, he just had to pull it out of my mouth and shoot his spunk all over my face and hair."

"That is so rude!"

"Yeah, it is. Hey, let's change the subject, Kara. I'm getting pissed off all over again."

"Okay. What are we going to do to celebrate Nude Day this year, Sarah? Today is the day, you know."

"Well, I dunno. What did we do last year? I can't remember."

"You don't remember? We got arrested, for Crissakes!"

"Oh yeah, now I remember, Kara. Whatever we do for Nude Day this year, we should do it sober."

"I told you those Godmothers would fuck us up. Amaretto and vodka--yowsa! I can't believe you--"

"Hey bitch, you did it too!"

"But Sarah, who knew skinny dipping in a city water reservoir was illegal?"

"The fucking cops got lucky. If they wouldn't have been flying that helicopter looking for some escaped convict, they never would have noticed us."

"Yeah, but we got off lucky--$100 fine and a blowjob."

"It seems to me the cops were the ones who got off lucky, and they had the nerve to tell us that sucking them off was community service. Actually Kara, my fine was only $50 because I agreed to play 'Cops and Rubbers' with that sergeant. But it hurt when he packed my fudge!"

"Well, let's hit the road. Shop till we drop."

"My father said I could use his Jeep today."

"Oh yeah, we can take the top down."

Kara and I struggled with the plastic windows and zippers on the Jeep wrangler, but we finally got the top down. She joked that she didn't usually have much trouble with zippers. I began to think she was feeling a little frisky, especially when we stopped at a red light next to two dudes in a Mustang convertible. Kara turned toward them, lifted her tank top from the bottom, flashed her tits, and yelled, "It's Nude Day, dudes!" As I sped off when the light turned green she purred with a smirk, "Just getting in the mood, ya know?" 

Victoria's Secret was having a big sale. The first male salesperson we had ever noticed in a Victoria's Secret store asked us if we needed assistance. He looked like a stud muffin.

"What's a dude like you doing in a place like this?" I inquired with curiosity.

He replied in a high-pitched feminine voice, "I get a big discount on the lingerie." He pulled down his Dockers to reveal his underwear. "How do you like this pink pearl Rio thong?"

"I want one!" Kara exclaimed. She raised the front of her skirt. "We need panties."

He ignored the exposed part of her body. "Right this way, girls."

Kara bought an identical pink pearl Rio thong, a glowy stripe knit boxie, and a beige micro smooth lace v-string. I bought a fushia extreme low rider hipster, an island blue/yellow lace-trim low-rise bikini, and a sweet pink lace v-string.

On the way home from the mall, the left front tire on the Jeep blew out. I lost control momentarily but finally got the vehicle off to the side. Kara and I got out.

"Did you ever change a flat?" she inquired. 

"No, have you?"

"Nope."

"Well, I guess there has to be a first time for everything." Kara giggled for some strange reason. " My father has Triple-A. I guess we could call them."

"Let's try to do it ourselves. What are we a couple helpless women who can't even change a tire?"

I got the owner's manual from the glove box. We found the tire iron and jack under the passenger front seat. I took the tire iron and attempted to remove the bolts from the tire on the back of the vehicle. I couldn't even budge the bolts. "Here, you try," I suggested to Kara. She couldn't do any better than I did.

Just then who happened to drive by? Right, the two dudes in the Mustang convertible. They stopped. "Need help, girls?" the driver asked. We nodded. They got out and the driver fetched a tire iron from his trunk. It was one of those four-way things, with which you can get some leverage. He and his friend had the tire off the back and on the left front in about ten minutes.

"How are we ever going to thank you two?" Kara cooed.

The two dudes looked at each other, their eyes lighting up considerably. "Uh . . .well . . . uh . . ." the driver stuttered.

"Spit it out, dude!" I snapped.

"Today is Nude Day!" he announced.

"Yeah, we know what day it is," Kara said sarcastically. "I told you it was Nude Day when I flashed my boobs at you when we were stopped at the red light next to you."

"And what exquisite boobs they are that deserve to be worshipped," the driver complimented, "if I was interested in that sort of thing. Our fraternity has entered a Nude Day Contest. It is a competition against the other fraternities at our university."

"Oh great, more frat rats," I complained.

He looked at me quizzically and then went on to explain the contest. It was just your basic panty raid it seemed to Kara and I. 

"So can we have your panties, girls?" he begged. "We'll turn around while you take them off."

Kara lifted the front of her white miniskirt. "Sorry, dude. I went commando today." She then quickly lifted the front of my denim miniskirt. "And so did Sarah."

The driver gasped in shock.

"What's the matter, honey?" Kara asked, "didn't you ever see a pussy before?"

"How come you don't have any hair on your pussy?" he asked.

"For the same reason you don't have any hair on your face, I do believe--it's called shaving. Would you like to touch my bald little pussy?" Kara inquired lewdly.

"Oh no, heaven forbid!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking. "You see, we . . . uh . . . we . . . uh . . ."

"Spit it out, dude!" I snapped again.

The other guy put his arm around the driver. "Oh no, he doesn't spit. He can swallow a really big load of my spunk, all of it in fact .Why, he just did about a half hour ago. He let me drive and sucked me off while I swerved all over the road. Damn, that was exciting!" 

The driver looked like he was going to start to cry. "We don't want anybody to know that we're gay. And if we don't get any panties, they will know for sure."

"Well listen guys," I said sympathetically, "this is your lucky day. We just bought some panties at Victoria's Secret. Should we give them the panties?" I asked Kara.

"I'd rather we put the panties on, and they take them off us with their teeth," Kara whispered to me. "These dudes are cute. Why do they have to be gay?"

I scowled at her and whispered back, "You are such a slut! We are giving them the panties. They changed the flat for us. Wait until I tell my father we changed the tire all by ourselves. He will be so proud!"

We gave them the panties. "I hope this pink pearl Rio fits me," the driver said, looking uncertain.

"That fabric really stretches," Kara advised.

The two guys smiled gloriously and left.

"Damn, that little episode made me horny for some reason," Kara remarked.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed.

We got in the Jeep and took off.

"Let's take a ride through the country," Kara suggested. "Do a little exploring. It's such a beautiful day and so much fun riding with the top down."

I took some back roads and drove for about twenty miles. We passed a bar, the first one we had seen since we had the flat fixed. The large sign over the door said SINNER'S SALOON. 

"Do you want to stop and have a drink?" I asked Kara.

"Oh yeah, I sure do," she replied.

When we pulled into the parking lot, we noticed another sign on the window--TOPLESS DANCING. There were about a dozen cars and several trucks and motorcycles in the lot.

"This must be a strip club or something," I observed. "I'm not sure I want to go in."

"Oh c'mon, Sarah. It's the middle of the afternoon. They probably don't have the topless dancing until nighttime. Besides, there is nowhere else to get a drink way out here in the sticks."

So we went in, although I was still somewhat reluctant. There were no women in the place, just guys, around twenty-five or so. Some were playing pool or darts, and the others sat at tables except for three on stools at the bar. Heads turned, and every eye was on us as we strolled up to the bar.

"Hello ladies," the bartender greeted, staring at our breasts. "What would you lick . . . 'er I mean like?"

"I looked at Kara. "You know, I don't think I have any cash. Just credit cards. You got any money?"

"I dunno," she responded, "I'll check."

We both looked in our purses, and shrugged.

"Do you take credit cards?" I asked hopefully.

The bartender laughed. "Oh hell no."

"Well, I guess we'll have to go find a MAC machine somewhere," Kara said. "How come there aren't any women in this place, anyway?"

"There were a bunch of girls here a little while ago. They just left. Said they needed a nap. Too much Sexual Trance I guess."

"Sexual Trance?" Kara blurted.

"A Sexual Trace is 1 oz Absolut Citron, ½ oz Midori melon liqueur, ½ oz Chambord raspberry liqueur, ½ oz orange juice, ½ pineapple juice, and a splash of sweet and sour."

Kara looked at me and joked, "Wow, I'll bet a Sexual Trance messes you up more than a Motherfucker."

"Those were Godmothers we got trashed on last Nude Day, Kara," I corrected.

"Yeah, those girls got trashed all right," the bartender remarked amusedly, "doing the Slut Slide."

"The Slut Slide?" Kara inquired.

"That's how you get all the Sexual Trances you want for free. You strip down to your panties and slide down the bar. Every time you pass a barstool, you get a Sexual Trance. If you are wearing silk panties, you can slide faster."

Kara and I looked at each other and giggled.

"What's so funny girls?" the bartender questioned.

"We went commando today," I responded, smirking.

"Oh, well that's okay," he replied, "but your asses might get a little raw sliding on the bar."

By this time we had garnered a great deal of attention from the patrons of this establishment. 

The bartender hurriedly made ten Sexual Trances. He strategically placed them on the bar and adjusted the position of the barstools. "Now, Red, you start at that end of the bar, and Blondie starts at the other end. And when you two meet in the middle, you will both be in a sexual trance." He guffawed.

Quickly the guys in the bar fought over the barstools.

"Hey, these guys aren't allowed to touch us when we are sliding down the bar, are they?" Kara asked, very concerned.

"No, that is prohibited," the bartender assured us. "If anybody does touch you, he will get his ass tossed out of here--by Bubba." He pointed to a huge dude who sat at a table alone, playing solitaire and drinking a Pepsi. "Bubba is the bouncer, but we usually don't have any trouble in here."

Kara and I stripped off our clothes, and got up on the bar and into position.

I slid down the bar to the first Sexual Trance. The dude sitting at the first barstool started drooling, but he didn't say anything. I drank the Sexual Trance pretty fast and started sliding toward the next one. The guy sitting on the second barstool put his face as close to my body as he could without touching me and exclaimed, "Honey, I'd sure to pet them puppies!"

I scowled at him and continued slithering down the bar to the third Sexual Trance. When I got there, the guy sitting at the barstool asked me, "Hey hot stuff, do you know what's worse than a hurricane?" Just as I was about to make some remark about a hurricane being an alcoholic drink with rum, he grabbed my right nipple and roared, "A tit twister!"

Bubba rose from his chair, grabbed the guy by his long hair, and dragged him out of the bar. When they got to the door, Bubba kicked the offender in the ass and he fell face-first on the gravel. "Keep your hands to yourself boys!" Bubba ordered and went back and sat down.

By this time I had gotten quite the buzz, and the dude at the fourth bar stool suggested as I approached his position, "Darlin', could you spread your legs a little more, so I could get a better shot of your cockpit?" I did, but only because the further my legs were apart, the better I could slide along the top of the bar. I drank the next Sexual Passion and moved on to the last one. 

When I got there, I stood up because my bum was a little sore. Just as I did, Kara also finished the Slut Slide and stood up. We clicked out glasses as I made a toast, "Here's to free Sexual Trances on Nude Day."

The bartender placed a large pitcher of something on the bar.

"What's that?" Kara asked.

"A whole pitcher of a drink called Sex on the Bar. It's very similar to Sex on the Beach, but it is made with grapefruit juice instead of orange juice. 1 ½ oz vodka, ½ oz peach schnapps, 2 oz cranberry juice, and 2 oz grapefruit juice." 

"What do we have to do for that?" Kara inquired.

"You get Sex on the Bar for some sex on the bar," the bartender replied. The patrons began to chant enthusiastically and egg us on.

Kara and I looked at each other. And then we kissed.

"I know you want me, Sarah," Kara said softly. "I want you too. But I've never been with another girl. Not like that. I don't know why. I've been with plenty of guys. It just never happened with another girl."

We kissed, hungrily this time, and began to explore one another's bodies with our hands.

"Can you get us some blankets or something we can put on the bar?" I asked the crowd.

"Coming right up, girls!" One of the patrons called out. "I have some blankets in my car." 

He ran out and fetched them, and we placed them on the top of the bar.

"Let's get this pie eating contest going!" one guy yelled.

"Yeah, let's you see kiss each other's clam!" another chimed in feverishly.

"Shut up, assholes!" I screamed. "We need a little foreplay here, ya know? Didn't you ever hear of fucking foreplay? Now no more from the peanut gallery, if you want us to get in the mood sometime before tomorrow."

I worked Kara into a frenzy with my tongue and fingers and, she did the same to me--everywhere but that special place. We were still standing on the bar, although Kara's legs had begun to kind of wobble. I was afraid she might fall off the bar.

"I want to eat you out, Kara," I whispered to her. "I want to rock your world."

"Sarah, I've never performed cunnilingus," she replied softly. "I don't know if I'll be any good at doing it."

"Oh, I think you'll do just fine, girlfriend. Let's lay down on the bar. We'll do it 69 and see if we can both get off at about the same time. You just do to me what I do to you, and before long we'll both be screaming so loud these dudes will be looking for ear plugs." Kara nodded shyly.

We got down on the blankets on our sides. I put my left arm under Kara's hip and lifted her legs over my shoulders. She did the same to me, after turning my Steelers cap backwards since the bill was poking her. I began to play with her bum with my right hand while I licked and nibbled the inside of her smooth and tanned thighs. She did the same to my creamy and sensitive skin. She giggled and gibed, "I guess you've never had a tan, huh Sarah?" 

"Nope, never. Now quit yapping girlfriend, and start lapping."

I spread Kara's outer vaginal lips with the fingers of my right hand and forced my tongue between her inner vaginal lips. I wiggled my tongue in lapping motions while trying to reach as deep as I could. Then I pulled my tongue back and flicked the hood of Kara's clitoris. She groaned. I did it again and again, but she didn't do the same to me. No, she just moaned. Too turned on, I guess.

"That's okay, girlfriend," I paused to say, "I'll take you to heaven, and then you can do likewise for me."

"Yeah . . . sure," she struggled to say.

I returned my attention to Kara's beautiful shaved pussy, and began to mash her slick lips with my chin, giving her a little a massage down yonder. She writhed in pleasure, but I could tell she wanted the tongue again. I pinched her nipples with my right hand as I began to lick her clit, but I didn't pinch them as hard as the dude who gave me a tit twister. Her clit peeked out of its little hood, and I began to suck it gently. Then I ate her pussy wildly. With enthusiastic energy, I rotated through tongue, fingers, chin, mouth work, and then clit flicking again in a faster and faster rhythm. My uninhibited attack on Kara's vulnerable body created such a surge of excitement deep down that she shivered uncontrollably in delight. And then she got loud--real loud.

"Ohhhh . . . God . . . ahhhh . . . fuck . . . ohhhh!" she screamed over and over.

Kara put her hands on my head and pushed me down on her hard, and at the same time she thrust her hips upwards. I squeezed her ass cheeks and alternated sucking her clit and rolling it with my tongue.

"Oh yeah . . . ohhhh . . . I'm . . . ahhhh . . . oh yeah . . . oh fuck . . . oh yeah . . . fuck!"

And then it happened. Her entire body shook with something that seemed way beyond mere pleasure, and I could feel her violent orgasm with my mouth as her clit throbbed much like an ejaculating penis.

"Hey, you got cum in my hair," I complained after she had wound down, and I had removed my mouth from her very happy pussy.

Kara giggled. "Yeah, but you already had cum in your hair." She kissed me sweetly. "But I don't have cum in my hair, and I want some." 

Fifteen minutes later Kara did have cum in her hair. We pulled ourselves from each other momentarily and took turns chugging from the pitcher containing the Sex on the Bar beverage. We drained it rather quickly. "Fill it up!" I ordered the bartender, handing him the empty pitcher. "We're not done yet, not hardly."

He did, and Kara and I began to go at it again.

Suddenly, a voice from behind the crowd yelled, "You are under arrest!"

Everyone in the bar turned to look. There stood two uniformed and menacing-looking state troopers.

The trooper who had spoken continued, "This bar is licensed for topless dancing only. And what do we have here? Two naked chicks having sex on the bar is what we have here. You two girls are going to be arrested, and the owner of the bar will lose his license and be fined substantially." 




Commando Caper



"This sounds familiar," Kara said to me. "Didn't this happen to us last Nude Day?"

"Yeah, pretty much--déjà vu," I agreed.

"Come here, you girls," the other officer commanded, "we have to handcuff you."

We got off the bar and went up to the officers. 

"Hold out your hands in front of you," the officer who had spoken first instructed.

"Don't you usually handcuff suspects behind their backs?" Kara inquired.

"Just do what your told, young lady."

We did, and they put the handcuffs on us.

"Now, do you girls want to be arrested, spend some time in jail, and pay a fine . . . or . . ."

Kara and I looked at each other knowingly.

Just then the bartender brought a pitcher of yet another alcoholic beverage and placed it on the nearest table.

"So what's that?" I asked.

"A pitcher of Blowjobs. A Blowjob is ¼ oz Bailey's Irish Crème mixed with ½ oz Amaretto almond liqueur."

"Yeah, I know what a blowjob is," Kara said sarcastically. She glared at the cops. "So you dudes want to tickle our tonsils with your tinklers, 'eh? I don't think so!"

"Off to jail you go, then," the other officer snarled as he pulled her by the handcuffs, his eyes riveted to her nipples, which for some strange reason had become very erect.

"Oh what the hell," I muttered, "I do fancy men in uniform."

I approached the taller officer who had spoken first. "So you want a blowjob, do you?" He nodded like a woodpecker. I ran my hands from his shoulders down to his pants, and then I unzipped him.

"On your knees, sweet cheeks," he ordered, as he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down.

"Well, let's see what the cops are up to today," I cooed as I reached in his pants and freed his penis from his pants. I rubbed the head of his long and thick engorged member on my lips. "I see you take after your father," I commented, as I admired his impressive manhood.

He ripped the Steelers cap from my head. "I hate the fucking Steelers--I'm a Browns fan. No chick wearing a Steelers hat is going to sing into my purple microphone."

"What the hell difference does it make if I wear a hat? I can still suck a golf ball through a hose."

"Don't talk, you nappy-headed ho--just suck it."

"The only reason I'm nappy-headed is because I have cum in my hair."

"Well, semen is a wonderful natural conditioner for the hair. Now start breathing through your ears, bitch!"

I traced the lines and texture of his big cock, my tongue running up and down his shaft. My tongue found the underside of his balls, and I licked all the way up to the tip of his cock--over and over. I paused momentarily to purr, "Do you like the way I lick your lollipop, Mr. State Trooper?"

"Oh yeah . . . ohhhh yeah, honey."

"So I'm honey now instead of bitch? That's the way it always is when I have somebody's dick in my mouth."

"Let's see you get all my big dick down your throat, bitch 'er I mean honey. I bet you can't do that."

"Yeah? What are you willing to bet?"

"More Blowjobs."

I smirked. And then I popped his big cock all the way down my throat and nuzzled his pubic hair with my nose. I shook my head back and forth like a rag doll and gave the base of his cock a little bite. He kind of jumped, but grabbed my head and tried to push me even further down on his cock, even though I had it all in my mouth.

But then I slithered off his cock slowly, making a slurping sound. "How about the Blowjobs?"

"Yeah, you're good, honey--you can buff the big fella with the best. Now make the one-eyed monkey spit."

"I'm talking about the drinks--our bet?"

He motioned to the bartender. "Clyde, bring the girls another pitcher of Blowjobs."

Then I really got down to business. I slid the head of his cock into mouth and used my tongue to tickle the point just behind the corona as I encased the shaft with my right hand. I played with and squeezed his family jewels lightly with my left hand, which was a little difficult because of the handcuffs. Then I twisted my head from side-to-side, making sure my moist lips stayed in contact with his coronal ridge.

"Oh my fucking . . . ohhhh . . . oh yeah . . . ahhhh . . . yeahhhh baby . . . suck it . . ."

I paused momentarily. "Would you like to cum in my mouth, Mr. State Trooper? Would you like you shoot a big load down my throat and all over my face and tits?"

"Yeah baby . . . do it. Go get yourself a pearl necklace."

My mouth went back on his cock, covering the big mushroom head. I moved my right hand up and down the shaft, juggled his balls with my left hand, and sucked vigorously on the head. He began to thrust his hips upward to meet my eager mouth and pushed deeper and deeper down my throat until he got it all back down again. He pushed frantically in and out of my mouth over and over. I massaged his balls with my hands and just let him fuck my mouth.

"Oh yeah baby . . . ohhhh . . . ahhhhh . . . oh fuck . . . ahhhhh . . . oh yeahhhh . . ."

Bingo! He quivered spasmodically in my mouth as he ejaculated. I swallowed most of it, and then pulled him out and let him shoot some on my face and breasts. He got it in my hair! I put the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue and squeezed out every last drop and ate it up. Then I held his manhood in my mouth until the swelling subsided. 

The bartender gave us some bar rags and we wiped the semen off our faces. Kara and I sat at the table naked and drank our Blowjobs. The two state police officers removed the handcuffs and went up to the bar and ordered drinks. After we finished the Blowjobs, we put our clothes back and started out the door. For some reason, the patrons applauded--those who weren't jerking off, anyway. As we went to the Jeep, Kara noticed something unusual. "Why isn't there a police car in the parking lot?" she questioned. 

"Because those two dudes weren't cops, Kara."

"What? How do you know that? You mean we got scammed into giving those guys blowjobs?"

"Yeah, I guess we got scammed."

"But how do you know for sure they weren't cops, Sarah? They sure looked like cops to me."

I laughed. "So they wore uniforms. If we wore habits, would that make us nuns?"

"No, probably not."

"Kara, I know they were not real cops because the one I performed fellatio on is my uncle."

"What?"

"Yes, my father's younger brother. They don't talk to one another. Apparently they had a falling out five years ago when my grandfather died--something about the will. So I haven't seen or communicated with my Uncle Joe since my grandfather's funeral, and I really missed him. He used to do things with me."

"Yeah, well I guess he is still doing things with you--like cumming all over your face and tits, not to mention your hair, although it did already have spoogie in it."

"I mean he used to do things with me like take me fishing when I was a kid."

"Whatever. I'll tell you one thing, I'm never going commando again. Not even for Nude Day--it's too easy to get in trouble."

* * *

The next Saturday morning Kara stopped over to see me. She had on a new miniskirt and a strange look on her face.

"What's up, Kara? You look rather mischievous today," I observed.

She lifted up the front of the miniskirt--commando. "Let's go for a ride to that bar, SINNER'S SALOON, and do some sinning!"

"I can't, Kara, because I'm going fishing with Uncle Joe. He has a sweet boat."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, he said he was going to make my tuna melt."

"Woo woo! Can I come too? I'd like to sit on your uncle's big one-eye trouser trout myself. I can't believe you got it all down your throat. Yeah, I was watching out of the corner of my eye while I was sucking off the other dude."

"Sure you can cum, Kara." I stood up and lifted the front of my skirt--commando. "You can cum right now, girlfriend," I purred as my fingers slipped under her miniskirt, "as long as you give me a buddy suck, too."

Half an hour later Kara whined, "Okay, that's it for now; my tongue is sore. Hey, we should take some booze out on the boat--Sexual Trances or Blowjobs?"

"No need for that. Uncle Joe already made some Dirty Sex on the Boat drinks for us, so he told me."

"Oh, are we getting our fudge packed?"

"Kara, get your mind out of the gutter! A Dirty Sex on the Boat is 1 oz Bacardi 151 rum, 1 oz peach schnapps, 1 oz Midori liqueur, orange juice, pineapple juice, and cranberry juice." 

"That 151 rum will really fuck us up!" Kara exclaimed gleefully.

I reached into the beach bag I had readied for the outing on the boat with Uncle Joe. Kara looked shocked momentarily when I showed her the strap-on harness with the big blue silicone dick attached.

"We won't be the only ones getting it up the ass, Kara!" I squealed with a lewd smirk.

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Stay tuned for the sequel to this story, which is all about the fishing outing with Uncle Joe. The story is entitled "If the Fish Are Biting, Bite Them Back." 



Commando Rules!



New Rule: Never tell your girlfriend you aren't wearing any knickers! Well that might be a little harsh, so how about be careful who you tell you aren't wearing knickers because what might happen next will change your life! Yea, that's better. Now whether the change is for the good or for the bad depends more on your than your girlfriend!

That was the start of it, silly me fighting my way across an incredibly crowded club, all girls, except for the male dancers on stage. I fought my way across to join the long line for the loo. It might sound funny, but this club had one loo and it was unisex, but it was still to freaking small for the number of bodies that packed in! So it took absolutely forever to get there to pee! And . . . well there is no sugar coating it, by the time I got there, I had leaking just a little. It was just enough to dampen the gusset of my thong, but I couldn't stand it! So I stripped them off, wrapped them in a little toilet tissue, and hid them in the bottom of my minuscule purse. I mean who would know, right? Just me and my big mouth! I really have to drink a lot less!

Getting back to JJ at our table seemed to be another fight just getting through the crowd. I did start to regret the short and tight silver Lycra skirt I was wearing, but a few careful tugs kept me from showing things I didn't want to show. JJ was grinning at me, this was her favorite club on ladies night and she knew how crowded it would be. Another drink or two and she would be in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other ladies and loving it!

I sat back down and she scooted close so we could hear each other talk.

"How was the line?"

"It was freaking impossible, you shyte! And you damn well knew it, didn't you?"

"Yea, it gets bad about now, but it'll lighten up later. For some reason 6 and 9 seem to be the call of the loo."

"you coulda warned me!"

"Why, it was fun watching you do the pee dance across the club."

"You have a sick sense of humor, JJ."

"I know, but you love that about me!"

I had to admit she was right. Her skewed way of looking at things is one of her most endearing traits. I just wish I wasn't the target so often. We settled down and had another drink. I had to shift myself a lot as the Lycra seemed to stick to the vinyl seat cover.

"Why are you so fidgety?"

Here is where my big mouth should have just stopped, but I let it run wild!

"I am not wearing any knickers!"

"No way! I saw your sexy thong when you got in my car. Someone steal it?"

"What are you doing check out my undies?" I was surprised!

"Hey, Emmy, no biggie. You sorta flashed me a bit as you got in my sports car. I thought the thong looked sexy as hell!"

"Well no one stole it, I leaked a little waiting in that long line. I was a minute out from going out into the alley and trying to pee standing up when I finally got inside."

"You're shitting me? You really gone commando under THAT skirt?"

I nodded and sipped my pink strawberry-ish thing JJ ordered for me. She acted like she didn't believe me! But hell, what was she going to do!

She leaned against me and I felt her hand on my thigh. 

"JJ!" I whispered harshly. "What are you doing?"

"I don't believe you. I'm going check it out." She slid her hand up and tried to push between my thighs.

"JJ, enough is enough, knock it off!"

"Oh fuck no! Besides, you can't move that far away without flashing that whole table over there." She pointed her chin toward a larger table with a selection of . . . Well to be kind . . . Biker chicks . . . Sitting there. While I looked at them, JJ forced her hand up into places no one but me and a few boyfriends had ever visited!

"Damn, you are naked under there!"

"Fine you have your proof, now get your hand out of there!"

She rubbed her fingers over my more sensitive spots and pressed closer against me.

"Not just yet, you feel downright yummy!"

"JJ!" I was shocked at her and not sure what to do! I looked away and saw one of the leather dressed biker chicks watching, she was actually focused on my lap, like she could see under the table at JJ's hand. I tried to grab her wrist and stop her.

"Emmy, if you let go of my wrist I won't reveal your naked pussy to those girls over there!"

"You wouldn't . . ." I felt her lifting my skirt and I abandoned her wrist. But then her fingers touched me again! They were knowing fingers, experienced fingers. No fumbling like a guy. Her firm fingertip touched me and made me shudder against her! This wasn't really happening, was it?"

"There you go, sexy Emmy, just relax! When I saw your undies I was almost drooling! Those legs, that short skirt, and that sexy thong! Just relax, baby, I will make you feel so good!"

My head was spinning in seconds, I was confused, but this was JJ, my best friend! I had to lean against her, the leather girl lost her vantage point but I really no longer cared. In just a moment, at least it felt like just a moment I went from getting angry to getting really, really excited! Her fingers were incredible and the feeling of her next to me was amazing! 

Under the table I felt her pull my legs open, and actually put my thigh over her leg. I thought of the tablecloth for just one second as I felt her fingers inside me! I had to press my face against her neck as I almost screamed for joy! This couldn't be happening; any second I would wake up and realize I was playing with myself in my sleep! I had to be, JJ wouldn't do this to me. We were straight!

"That's better sweetheart! I can really touch you now! Don't worry, no one can see! You have no idea how sexy you look right now and how sexy you feel."

She flicked her finger over my clit again and I felt myself starting to cum! She wrapped her arm around me as I shook like a leaf. I could feel her heartbeat as mine raced to a climactic high and slowly spun back down. She pulled out her hand and brought it up above the table. I could smell myself on it as she waved it under my nose and then licked her fingers. 

"So wet and so tasty!"

It had to be the drinks, that was it, we both had too much!

Then her so wet comment sunk in and I realized just how wet I was, my skirt was soaked and I could feel my juices on my thighs. I sat up, not sure what to do. Then someone sat down next to me, it was the girl from the biker chick table, the one in the leather!

"That was some show!" She said to JJ. "Got my blood going!"

All I could do was blush! The she reached across me, like I wasn't even there and shook hands with JJ, the hand she had been using on me! The blond-haired, leather-clad girl raised JJ's hand to her face and inhaled then kissed it, right in front of me.

I squirmed in my seat from the wetness more than anything. I wanted to run away, but I didn't dare, my butt would show just how wet I was and the skirt would ride up like mad! I might as well be naked!

"Problem?" JJ asked me.

"I'm soaked!"

"I know!"

"Not that, my skirt!"

The blond laughed. "I can help. You need to get cleaned up." Without a word she reached over and knocked the pink frothy drink in my lap and all three of us jumped up from the spray and cold!

There were the normal apologies about being clumsy and she took my hand, but not toward the loo.

"Where?"

"I work here some weekends. The staff has their own place so they don't have to fight the crowd."

She led me around the bar and back toward what must have been the store room and next to it was a small bathroom. Nothing special, two sinks, a toilet and one urinal. It was empty, thank goodness!

She locked the door. 

"Give me the skirt, I'll rinse it."

"I can't!"

"Why not, just do it! You get yourself cleaned up and I'll handle the skirt. It should be OK, no lasting damage. A Lycra-blend I see."

She stood there like a girl stripping off her skirt in the bar loo was the most natural thing in the world. I did it and she never even gave me a glance, which I appreciated. She worked the skirt in the sink, while I used some paper towels and the other sink to get myself dry and clean. That pink drink was sticky!"

When I was done she had suspended the skirt on a hanger and put it in front of a blow drier running on low. "It'll just be a few!"

"What if someone comes in?"

"They get to wait!"

Then she looked at me, really looked at me, enough to make me hold my hands in front of myself.

"Oh no, this is payment for helping you. She pulled my hands away from my body and looked me over. "You are a beauty, aren't you?" She said more to herself than to me. Then her hand dropped mine and she tried to touch me where JJ had. I backed away.

"No, I'm not gay."

"You're not? You sure fooled me and I think the girl you were with."

"No, that was the first; I think she had too much to drink"

"I don't think so, she looked like she knew what she was doing and she was liking it! I was liking it too!"

She stepped at me, effectively pinning me in a corner and reached out again, this time not letting my hands get in the way. She didn't look so strong, but she brushed me away until she was touching me. She was rougher than JJ, and the scent of leather was overwhelming as she pushed against me, catching me between the wall and her body. Her hand was just as knowing as JJ's and like before in a few minutes my struggles were not actually struggles. She laughed against my neck which was so embarrassing, but also a real turn on. I felt her other hand push up and under my top, pushed my bra over my breast, but I didn't care, her right hand was driving me crazy!

Then she stepped away, the scent of leather faded, her touch left me disoriented against the wall. She was looking at me in such a strange way. She slowly took off her leather jacket and opened her jeans. Then she took off her top. She was small in the bust, smaller than I was, and she didn't wear a bra. Then she stepped back in and I felt her lips crush against mine, her hand back on me and she pushed my hand into her leans and I felt her. 

She continued to rub me, hard and then soft, fast and then slow. When she felt my arms tighten around her, she stepped back again, my mind was overwhelmed.

I looked at her, finding it hard to focus. Her blond hair was tousled, her small brown nipples looked hard enough to cut glass, and she just stood there. In the mirror I could see myself. My hair was a disaster, my top and bra up around my neck, my breasts hanging there; I could see red marks from her hands on them. I was shocked at my first thought as I saw myself. I looked dammed sexy! My mind cleared a little at the ridiculousness of that thought, I never considered myself sexy, but for that moment I felt sexy as hell.

She leaned into me again, this time very slowly coming toward me. I felt my body respond. She stopped an inch away.

"Kiss me."

She didn't make it a demand, but it wasn't exactly a request either. I wasn't sure what to do.

"I don't even know your name." I said, stalling for time.

"I know! Kiss me!"

My lips found hers and I felt her tongue pressing against me as her hand came back to me. My hand went back into her jeans and inside her knickers, which were as wet as I felt. I kissed her right back, not caring who she was, or what she was. In a minute I was coming again, harder than with JJ, harder than with anyone! I cried out into that kiss!

When I came back from wherever I went, I felt her shuddering against me. She was coming as well against my hand. I felt my hand moving, but it didn't seem like I was doing it, but I was, I was masturbating another woman!

When she finished we looked at each other and had to laugh, we were both a mess. It took forever, but my skirt was dry. She repaired what damage we could, but the bra was a loss, the hook broke. The problem was that I was too large to go without, especially not in the top I was wearing.  I looked at myself when she came up behind me.

I felt her hands around my waist and saw the look in her eyes. We smiled and I pushed against her as she cupped my breasts.

"I'm Becky."

"Emmy."

She held her coat up and put it on me, like a real . . . Gentleman? My head was still not working right!

Then she kissed me a sweet and tender kiss.

We left the loo together and she came to my table. JJ's eyes were huge as she saw us! I sat down and Becky sat with us. She introduced herself to JJ and then slid my left leg over her thigh. 

"Take her right leg, JJ. We should be able to make her a quivering mass by the time we decide to go home together!" Her eyes got bigger as she complied and there I was, if you can picture it, my legs spread wide, just the table and table cloth kept me from flashing the whole club. For the rest of the time we were there if one wasn't touching me, the other one was. At one point a server came by and chided Becky for her extra-long loo break. But then she leaned over the edge of the table and looked down at my bare and open pussy.

"Anytime you need a taste-tester for that, let me know!"

We closed the place mainly because the two of them wouldn't stop touching me. Becky was right, by time it was time to leave, I couldn't stand. I think everyone one who saw us thought I was drunk, but I was on such a physical high, I just was incapable of walking, and even had trouble standing. I swear the scent of leather and wet sex was going to drive me crazy for the rest of my life! 

JJ's car should have been too small for the three of us, and we broke she seat belt rules. There was no way the seat belt was going around Becky and me, not with me facing Becky with my feet on the armrests on each side of her. I swear the ride back to JJ's was one long kiss and grope!

You can imagine the rest of the night. I did things I never thought I would do, let alone like! We went out again on Saturday, the three of us to a pure girls club! JJ and I both had a good time, and I think Becky enjoyed showing us both off. I don't know what the future will bring, but as long as I have both JJ and Becky in my life, I can do anything! And I think maybe I have!



Commando



Quickly I began working on a resolution... first pressing down on the finger and then up into her mouth... trying to establish a rhythm that would give me what I desperately wanted... maximum penetration of both.

"Hmmmmm. Hmmmmm," she hummed as she sucked and licked at the head of my raging hard-on. Deeper and deeper her finger wiggled and worked.

"Oh God. Give me your ass," I begged. "Put your ass up here so I can eat your pussy."

Withdrawing her finger but not my cock, she swung her legs up over my head and straddled my face. Immediately grabbing the cheeks of her ass I pulled her wet cunt down onto my tongue just as I felt her finger return to its place in my ass.

She now began a serious assault on both my ass and my cock. Her mouth engulfing as much as she could take while her finger worked deeper and deeper into my ass with each stroke.

"Oh fuck, Baby. That's good," I mumbled between licks and sucks at her dripping wet pussy. 

"Suck my clit," she cried as her mouth sucked up and down my shaft and her finger moved in and out of my ass. "Suck my clit."

Suck her clit I did. Grasping the cheeks of her ass in a death grip, I took her engorged clit between my lips and began an all out assault... alternating between nibbling with my teeth and sucking with my mouth.

Within a minute or two I knew she was ready... the cheeks of her ass had begun to quiver and the working on my cock and my ass had slowed to a standstill as she pressed down harder and harder on my mouth. "Oh God." She said, frantically pumping her ass. "Oh God. I cumming," she screamed, as her pussy spasmed, her ass jerked and fluids flooded into my mouth and out over my face. After a couple of minutes of slowly licking her as I allowed her to relax, I began a thorough clean up of her with my tongue. "Mmmm," she sighed. "You're so good at that." With that she renewed her effort on my cock.

Almost as quickly as her hot mouth had again enveloped my cock her finger had began anew on my ass. Up and down... in and out... they worked. Deeper went my cock... deeper went her finger. My cock was rubbing against the back of her throat with each downward thrust of her head as her wiggling finger went as far in as it would reach. 

I knew she could feel my orgasm nearing as she quickened the pace of her mouth on my engorged shaft while continuing to work her wiggling finger in my ass. "Hmmmm," she hummed as she continued to deep throat me.

"Oh Baby," I screamed. "I'm cumming," as I began filling her mouth with spurt after spurt.

She continued slowly massaging my ass and to suck and swallow until she was certain I was completely finished. "Wow, you still carry a load," she said licking her lips before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Having again resumed licking her, I paused to survey the scene I was intent on cleaning up. "You know, Baby, not only do you taste good but I had forgotten just how beautiful your pussy is."

She laughed. "You probably think every pussy you eyeball up close is beautiful."

"No, that's not true. I'm dead serious... you have great lips and a very beautiful pussy."

"Well, thank you Sir. I've had lots of compliments but I do believe you're the first to say my pussy is beautiful... and by the way, what ever you're tasting is probably about as much yours as it is mine."

"Damn," I said as I thought about what she had said. "I'll just say this, what ever was in there tasted just fine."

"How about we take a shower together," she smiled. "We can soap each others asses."

I laughed loudly. "Take a shower with you? You're just trying to fuck me, aren't you?"

She laughed with me. "Maybe in the morning, but right now, I just want to brush my teeth and get in the shower."

"Want to get that nasty taste out of your mouth, do you?" 

"Well, in all honesty it does taste better going in than it does after it's been in there a while."

"Okay. I'll let you brush your teeth and I'll agree to scrub your ass. Got a toothbrush I can borrow?"

"Sure, I can let you use the one I let all the guys use that I bring home to fuck."

"Jesus," I said as I swatted her ass with my hand. "Aren't you a smart ass?"

"Smart ass? I'm just being honest," she laughed, jumping up and sprinting for the bathroom.

I quickly hustled after her.



Commands



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Your world is dark. You lay on the bed as you were instructed, hands relaxed and at your sides, palms down, flat against the sheets. The soles of your feet also rest flat against the mattress, your knees bent and slightly spread, open and inviting. You are naked, and the last image you saw was your own body, in the mirror, kneeling before me as I wound the silk band around your eyes. In that moment, I took your sight and made you that much more dependent on me, relieved you of control and heightened your awareness of the world around you through your remaining senses. 

But you were already mine. You were mine when you stood before me and I commanded you to strip to shed your free will with each garment that hit the floor. I sat in a leather chair, like it was a throne, watching you and directing your every move.

"Now the next button, pet—open you blouse further, bend over, let me see."

And while my tone was casual—almost matter of fact, you knew that I was aroused, because I have always made you very aware of what your body does to me. As you stood naked before me, there was no sense of modesty, no desire to hide. In that moment, I removed that choice from you, and eased you of that burden.

"Come here and kneel for me, pet," and as you have been carefully trained to do, you came forward and knelt before me as we held each other's eyes. "Good girl," the words wrapped around you like a warm bath as I tenderly stroked your hair. "Turn around, pet. Hands behind your back, and spread your knees. I want you to see yourself." And as you turned to face yourself in the mirror, you saw yourself as I always see you. Radiant, submissive, beautiful, and an object of pure desire. Your nipples were hard and dark in the cool air, your pussy already glistening and wet. I leaned close in your ear and, my breath hot against your neck. "Are you ready, pet? Ready to surrender to me?"

And after a moment you found your voice and answered. "Y-yes Sir," you said. Your voice was thick not with uncertainty, but desire. The collar slipped about your neck, and the soft click of the lock shot through you like cannon fire. You shuddered, and in that moment you were mine.

Now your world is dark as you lay on the bed. The soft creak of leather and the gentle rattle of ice in a glass tell you I am sitting close by. Your senses reach out as they probe through your blindfolded world for any other hint of me and your nostrils flare gently as they half-perceive the faint sillage of my cologne, clean and crisp like the fresh linen on which you lay. At first you are gently startled when I finally speak again, but as I continue, my voice wraps around you with as much warmth and force as my body and my arms. "Now my pet, I want you to do exactly as I say," and we begin.

First, pet, I want you to slowly grind your hips in for me. That's right, I want you to feel the desire and the heat build inside you. I want you to show me how wanton, how hungry you can be. Bring one hand up to your mouth and trace your lips, with your other cup one of your tits and let your thumb slide over the nipple coaxing it to pucker and get hard. Feel your breath ragged against your fingertips. Slip the first two fingers of your hand between your lips and gently fuck your mouth. Feel the longing to have those fingers replaced by my cock. You hear the soft click of the ice in my glass and you are once again very aware that I am watching you. 

Take your hardened nipple between your fingers squeezing and kneading it roughly, just as I do. Glide your hand down from your mouth over your body and slip it between your legs, let your fingers hover over your clit, don't touch, not yet! I will tell you when. Let the anticipation build. Lift your breast up and take your nipple between your lips. Now gently nip at it with your teeth and flick your tongue across it.

Now, you may lower your hand onto your pussy but don;t dare finger your clit yet. I want you ask my permission. When you ask nicely, when you can say, "please Sir, may I touch my clit", you may do so. Good girl, you may gently touch your clit, rub it lightly for me, not too hard yet. Keep using your free hand to play with your tits, you know I love to watch you fondle them. 

Press your fingers more firmly onto your clit now...circles, up and down. IN a moment I'm going to check your pussy and I want it to be wet enough for me to slip inside effortlessly. You know I like my sluts dripping with desire. 

Spread your legs wider and let you are wet slip your fingers inside you. I want to hear your moans. I'm so hard watching you. Fuck your pussy and finger your clit...but do not cum.

Beg, me pet. I want to hear you say "come fuck me Sir, please come fuck me."

The gentle creak of the leather chair is almost lost to you, but you hear it. and the sound of my approach stirs the inner exhibitionist in your. You wiggle and squirm and writhe , moaning and spreading yourself displaying the molten core of your sexual desire.

I there is a quick rattle of the ice in my glass...and tiny cold drops begin to fall over your nipples, you squeal in surprise and in your mind the drops sizzle off your body as though it were a hot plate.

If could be the heat from my body, or the sound of my footfalls, but something tells you that I am circling you, inspecting you, evaluating your performance...and it makes you all the more willing to please.

Freeze pet, and as you have been thought, you freeze precisely in place. fingers on your clit...nipple stretched between your teeth. I've done this before you are not permitted to move a muscle until you are told, and sometimes the command does not come for an excruciatingly long time. Tonight, it comes mercifully quickly. All fours, present yourself. 

Quicker that you thought possible, you roll over your elbows and knees on the bed wit your arms and legs stretched out before, head, low and bottom up displaying your ass and pussy ready for cane crop or cock. You hear the light thump of my glass on the nightstand, and the soft hiss of me removing my jacket and tossing it to the chair. And as you close your eyes and bite your lip in anticipation, you know you will be thoroughly used, but how and when are not for you to decide. 

You are the sole object of your Master's desire, his puppet, his toy, his pet, and for this evening your deepest longing is to listen and respond to his commands.