3 comments/ 14913 views/ 4 favorites Tempo By: Frank_Lee They rode in silence. Macy was wearing oversized shades even though it was night. The tiny red constellation of the dashboard gave her porcelain skin the look of being lit from inside. Her head was half turned to the window while her fingers drummed the armrest, only her reflection staring back. The hidden gravel road twisted upward until it finally ended on a broad clearing. He pulled the car to a stop just past the center, keeping a spacious distance from the tree line. He shut off the engine but kept the lights on. She kept her silence a little longer, slowly removing the shades, folding them neatly and placing them on the console. "What is this place?" she asked. Dim curiosity. "Just a place. What's the difference?" She paused. He lowered all the windows and the car filled with the tepid night air. "Just wondering," she said. "It seems nice here. Quiet." Her posture was straight as she scanned the edges of the headlight beams, imagining beyond the glow. "It is. Go take a look around. Get used to it. We could be here a while." His voice was placid as a choir of cellos but the tone was redolent with suggestion. The delicate muscles in her face seemed to wrestle an involuntary grin. She opened the door and floated out of her seat. The tight, pink sheath she was wearing corkscrewed around her body as she turned. She was almost too lean and waif-like – legs too sinewy and slender, ass too small and taut, breasts too perky to be real and a coy, bratty look that never seemed to leave her face. They were both inappropriately dressed for the party they'd been to. In jeans and a tight black T shirt, he looked like an employee, there to carry out the patio furniture, except for a gleaming black pair of Italian designer shoes. And Macy, in white spikes and a strapless sheath that fit more like spray paint than fabric, looked more like a bored pole dancer on break. Everyone else was in black ties or gowns. She swung the door shut and walked around the car through manicured grass. When she came to the front, she stood facing the tree line and craned her neck to look up at the thumbnail moon pasted onto the sky. He suddenly flipped on the high beams and she turned. There was the slimmest hint of a smirk on her face as she placed a hand on her hip and cocked it to the side. "Jesus," he whispered. "What the fuck are we doing here?" She stared into the harsh glare as if she were looking him straight in the eye and touched the insides of her bare thighs, just beneath the miserly hemline of her dress. Her breasts bunched together like fruit poised to fall off a tree limb. Her hips began a lazy rock as her palms slid down and then back up her thighs. She blew him a kiss, threw her head back and laughed. "Fuck," he muttered. His right hand moved onto the crotch of his faded jeans. He could almost hear music to go with the way she was moving, with the way her hips rolled and her hands teased the scant hem of her dress. Something Brazilian. Something serpentine and full of raw suggestion. He squeezed the buzzing coil of flesh inside his jeans. As she moved, he thought of how she'd drifted through the crowded party with a smirk of jaded disinterest on her lips as so many heads turned to notice her. For a few seconds, moving as she was in the harsh glow of the high beams, he saw her swaying and grinding on that broad verandah in the midst of the party, commanding the derision and lust of the self-important frauds surrounding them. He felt worse than the worst of them. The party was supposed to have been an elegant night for her, but it had really been a well-timed chance to show her off. But then, she'd wanted to be shown, paraded past disapproving eyes, as proud to be his as he was to have her. He sighed and watched her arms lift above her head, raising her scant dress. Her body slithered like an echo skirting between light and darkness. Macy didn't know it yet, but the end was coming down on them like a train derailing. She began to turn, and her dress began to lift above the curl of her impudent ass cheeks as she rolled her hips and her hands caressed disembodied shapes in the air. His cock prickled with flooding warmth as he got out of the car. When she heard the door close, she turned back and faced the light, squinting again in the general direction of his broad silhouette. She wasn't moving now, but waiting, expecting something unknown. "Lean over the car," he instructed. Calm. Words measured. He worked at not hating the sound of his own voice, or feeling embarrassed by cartoon sound of his words. She walked toward the car, taking short, careful strides on those pumps in the grass. It almost hurt to watch her walk in those shoes, but the way they brought the sinuous muscles of her calves and thighs into play was almost enough to make him forget his own name. She planted her feet at a wide stance and bent forward, until her breasts pillowed against the warm metal of the hood. Her sinuous thighs trembled slightly as the dress hem lifted and her ass turned up and spread like a pair of wet gourds. He moved close behind her and pushed the dress up over her hips. Then he touched the inside of her thigh. Her slender muscle was taut to the touch, sinews stretched tight as violin strings. "Comfortable?" he asked. "Yes...sir," she replied softly. It was almost a purr. Her cheek was pressed against the hood, and a faint smile graced her lightly glossed lips. "Don't call me 'sir'," he told her. His tone was somber, almost paternal with suffering patience. "Then what should I...?" "I have a name," he reminded her, touching the inside of her tautly stretched thigh. "If you can't remember how to use it I can always leave you here to think about it." "That won't be necessary..." she answered softly. Her eyes were closed and there was a faint smile on her lips. "...Sir." His palm slid up to the shaven mound gnashed against the car hood. Her lips felt thick and humid under the pads of his fingers. He stroked the length of her slit with firm care, letting a fingertip glide upward along her cleft to slowly pass across the tightly puckered bud of her ass. Then his hand swiftly cocked backward and swung back firmly across her right cheek. "What did I just tell you?" "Not to call you sir. That you have a name. That I need to remember." It was nearly a purr, her voice cloudy with opium smoke. He brought his fingers back to her simmering pussy and massaged her flushed lips until they were slick with her own nectar. "You'll feel stiff before long," he pointed out, "but think of how you become a living celebration of human form. A shining example. Can you do that?" "I...I think so." He leaned over her body, forming himself onto the right angle she made and spoke softly, his lips lightly brushing her silken cheek. "There's no room left for doubt," he advised. "If you have any misgivings, you'd better tell me now." The warmth of her bare ass against his jeans seemed to spread through his body. She was slow to reply. He knew she was considering his capabilities as much as her own. Despite being considerably younger, she seemed to know them better than he did. He placed his wet fingers against her lips and smeared them with the honey from her core. "I can do this," she said finally, her tongue darting between his fingers. "I know you can." He kissed the corner of her mouth and pushed himself upright. His palm grazed her thigh and passed across her pussy again, stroking her lips while kneading the lean sphere of her ass with the other hand. His middle and ring fingers made their way through her thickened sex lips, sliding into her core, holding still a moment or two and then turning. Her hips rolled again, harder this time, and he slowly drew his fingers back out. He stepped back and tasted his fingers as he admired her. "Sometimes," he started, almost as if he were talking to himself, "I wonder how it's possible to ever look at anything or anyone else." He skimmed his T shirt up and off, then walked to the driver's side and tossed it inside. When he returned to her, he knelt between her widely planted feet and kissed the inside of her thigh. His tongue slid a wet trail along her tightly stretched muscle toward her pussy, slithering over the wet lips and moving in a slow swipe across her rim. She mewled and her hips rolled against the car. Her knuckles went white as she clutched the edge of the hood, her fingers barely fitting under the gap between metal and glass. His face was close enough for his breath to warm her cleft as he spoke. "I find myself saying your name out loud sometimes when I'm driving...by myself, of course...and then it feels a little like you're there, sitting beside me. I see your face in the trees and clouds. I hear your voice, even when you're far away." She sighed but remained silent. Waiting. He kissed her rimhole again, briefly teasing the taut ring with his tongue tip before standing back up. "Sometimes," he went on, running his palm back and forth over the inverted V of her thighs, "I see women. Beautiful women. Even spectacular. But for some reason, they just seem like imitations. Nothing to be taken seriously. But you..." He paused, teased his finger into her sheath and sighed. "Ohhh...Sssssir," she sighed dreamily. Suddenly his hand reared back and smacked her right cheek again. He gave her a second swat a little stronger than the first. The force was just firm enough to make a sharp noise and bring a light flush of blood rushing to her silken skin. "I have a name," he reminded her. "I remember." It sounded like a lazy rush of breath. "Not very well." A mere statement of fact. His hand swung across her ass from the right side three times in quick succession. "I love you," she claimed weakly. "I know." He wanted to say it back, but it struck him as a bad idea. She might get used to hearing it. He might get used to saying it. It might turn the sky inside out and make a mess of the entire universe. He walked around to the passenger's side and reached inside to the glove box. He went back and touched the cool metal handle to her ass cheek. As much as he dreaded everything about to occur, his cock was pulsing for her, pushing against the confining front of his jeans. He pressed the bulge against her ass and started to work the scissors lengthwise through the fabric of her dress. "Tonight you pay me nothing but honor, while all I have to repay you is shame." The dress fell open like a neon rag. He tugged at the edge and she lifted enough to let him yank the fabric out from under her. When she settled back into place, he smacked her ass twice. "Only an attention whore would wear a dress like this to a party like that without panties." "Yes...Sir..." Then he slapped her cheeks again, at least three more strikes to each side. Her flesh was beginning to take on a pale rose pallor. Each smack brought an explosion of feeling to their tingling nerves, a rush to their heartbeats as if the same pulse coursed through both their bodies. Every smack plunged him into an abyss of shame and only seemed to exalt her even more. He hated every moment – every sharp strike – but he thought he was finally beginning to understand what those tiny bursts of sparks under her skin meant to her – where they took her. He hated it, but he loved her so much. "I have a name," he reminded her again. "I love you," she claimed again, even more weakly than before. "I know," he repeated with a sad sincerity. She loved him in ways he wasn't used to and didn't know if he could ever get used to. He loved her until he was sure it would never fit inside him. But he knew it was only a matter of time. She'd be ready to move on before long. Someone younger or richer. It didn't matter. Someone else. He'd broached his forties while she was still in her twenties, and he was severely aware their stars were simply crossing and would never collide. She didn't know it yet, but she would. Eventually. She'd have to. It didn't matter. He was going to love her forever anyway, and it was practically none of her business. It was nothing she ever needed to know. Some day, a few months or years from now, he'd be sitting somewhere - maybe even with someone new, someone better "suited" to him, maybe even in the midst of an interesting conversation – and his mind would take a sudden turn to the way her voice curled around the edges whenever she said his name, or the way she'd make a sour face look heartbreakingly pretty whenever he said something she took for silly. The first pair of headlights broke into the clearing just as he took the scissors to her ruined dress and started cutting it into long strips. He paused to watch the long, black limo rock onto the grass. It was followed by three more gleaming, elegant sedans. Her eyes opened wide, and while she resisted lifting her head to look, she craned her neck and attempted to see what was going on. "Someone's coming," she breathed. "Aren't you going to let me up?" "Relax. Those cars and whoever's in them are not your concern. They've been invited," he told her, returning to the task of cutting her dress into strips. The cars followed a path around the edge of the clearing and came to a stop in a crescent facing the little 318. All four left their lights on, casting them in a stark, halogen sphere of light. He looked briefly over his shoulder, acknowledging their arrival without a nod. When he looked back at Macy, bent naked over the hood of his car, her body was heaving visibly with short, excited breath. His heart started to feel like a spastic fist as he whipped the scissors. They stabbed into the grass a few feet away with a barely audible snick. He stepped between her feet again and leaned over her with his palms against the hood. "This is where you say yes or no. Whichever you say - you just say it once." Her ass moved against his throbbing bulge as she attempted to crane her neck toward his face. There was a housefire in each of her eyes while her breathing grew audible as the rasp of a hand held saw. "Is anybody else gonna wanna fuck me?" "The day they celebrate Christmas in Hell," he said. Her ass slowly rocked against his imprisoned cock and she haltingly told him, "Yes...sir." He pushed off the hood and smacked her ass with a broad sweep of his arm. "What did I tell you?" "That you have a name." The words seemed to come out in a series of huffs. It felt strange not knowing exactly how many people were in the cars behind them, even stranger not know exactly who was there. He knew there would be the small group he'd talked to at the party, but there was no way to know who else might have been invited. Still, the simple gesture of swinging his open palm across her naked ass felt oddly mundane yet arrogant at the same time, as if their unseen audience changed everything yet nothing. Her body was heaving more deeply since the row of cars had arrived. When he moved aside to allow the blast of headlights to illuminate her folded body, there was a growing sheen of moisture across her upper thighs. He slipped his fingers over her honey-smeared skin and kneaded slowly toward her oozing slit. He stroked her lips and gripped the straining trunk of his cock through his jeans. He wished he hadn't arranged the surprise audience. He ached to liberate his pulsing erection and feel it drown in her core with nothing touching them but the tepid night air and the light of a shame faced moon. Then he cocked his arm back and smacked her across both cheeks. "Hands behind your back. Wrists together." "Oh...kay." Breathless purr. Her hands went back as instructed. He took one of the pink strips that used to be her party dress and looped it around both wrists three times before tying it off. He leaned his ass against the hood beside her, facing the semi-circle of cars. He lifted one foot onto the bumper and finger massaged her dripping pussy. She arched her spine and mewled as his eyes gradually adjusted to the glare of headlights. He placed the other hand atop his throbbing bulge and massaged himself at the same time. "You realize they're just sitting there in their overpriced ego-mobiles staring at the way my fingers are spreading you open like some kind of cactus flower." "Yes...sir..." His hand lifted and smacked her cheek hard enough to bring out a rose silhouette in the shape of his hand. "Jesus, I hate that," he muttered, almost absently. He started massaging her slit again, and just as soon as she started to grind back against his fingers he gave her another hard, impulsive smack. "I have a fucking name," he reminded her for umpteenth time. "I know what it is." Her tone became this heady swirl of whimpering and defiance, too elusive to be either one. "I'm not even sure how many are out there," he continued musing aloud. "One of us could be walking down the street one day and pass one of them and we'd never know." His cock was dripping so hard there was a stain spreading on the front of his jeans. His ring and middle finger ground into her pussy while she gnashed her mound against the car. "Know what I wish more than anything right now?" he asked almost wistfully. "Nhhhh." "I wish those motherfuckers would just leave and let us fuck in peace, without having to think about anything or anyone else. But I guess you know this is all for you." "Sh...show them...how you own me. I want them all to know." He threw his head back and laughed, briefly but hard, keeping his fingers slipping and sliding steadily into her sheath. "Do I..." punctuated with a sighing moan, "...amuse you?" He paused and turned pensive. "It's just funny how everything is always upside down. Like the fact that the second I tied your wrists together you took flight like a bird of prey. Or the fact that now, more than ever, if anyone owns anyone else, you own me." "Riddles," she sighed dreamily. "Yeah, riddles. But you know the answers to all of them." He paused a beat. "They're watching you fuck my driving fingers like craven little slut, you know. And their pampered trophy whores are in there jerking their tired old pricks with a wad of tissue in their left hands so they don't get spunk all over their designer suit pants." She giggled and mewled and fucked back against his fingers. "You're a nasty man...sir." He yanked his fingers swiftly from her pussy, raised his hand and smacked her ass again. His fingers were soaked with her honey now, making a sharper sounding slap as his hand came down. Then one of the limo doors opened and a statuesque blonde calmly walked into the broad circle of bluish light. He remembered her from the party. She wore simple, black gown with a steeply plunging V between her pneumatically pumped breasts. She had a pampered yet quietly put upon look. He reached for Macy's ass and lazily smeared his wet fingertips around the tight ring of her rim as they waited in silence for the blonde to approach. "They want to see your cock," the blonde stated simply. He snickered. "I'll bet they do." Macy giggled. The blonde nodded at the bulging front of his jeans. "May I?" He knew she'd been sent out with instructions of her own. He replied with a grin and continued languidly massaging his lover's bud while the elegant blonde unbuckled his thick, black belt and carefully slid it free from the loops. She placed it neatly across the car hood next to Macy, then knelt in the wet grass at his feet. She untied his shoes and he stepped out of them. She opened his pants and pushed them down, along with his briefs. His rigid cock snapped out and upward at her face. The blonde hesitated as she faced his strutting. He could tell she was expected to return, but was indulging a brief curiosity over new and fascinating territory. If not monstrous, he was impressive by any standard, and the tip of his dome was swimming with seepage. Tempo de Faculdade: Alessandra e Eu Estava no meu segundo período de faculdade. Desde o primeiro, estava de olho em algumas meninas (da turma e de fora dela), mas ainda não tinha agido, em parte porquê sou casado e isso refreava meus impulsos. É importante deixar claro que não sou um perfeccionista. Assim, não procuro mulheres perfeitas, louras, de olhos azuis, 90-50-90 de medidas, como as de nossas fantasias. Claro que elas também caem bem, mas muitas vezes mulheres tecnicamente inferiores tem atrativos que compensam a diferença. Assim, notava diversos tipos de meninas (e mulheres), negras, louras, ruivas, altas, baixas, magras, gordinhas. Cada uma tem seu atrativo. Basta saber procurar. Sem me estender muito, voltemos ao segundo período. Neste segundo período eu estava tendo um contato maior com a turma como um todo, pois um amigo com o qual me dava muito bem mudou de turno. Assim, comecei a me relacionar (e a notar) outras pessoas. Entre estas pessoas estava Alessandra. Ela era uma negra clara (quase mulata), magra, cerca de 1,70m, bumbum pequeno e seios idem, do tamanho de laranjas, só que em forma de cone. Seu jeito de vestir não era o que se pode chamar de perfeito. Suas roupas eram sempre o que se costuma chamar de "suburbanas", com camisetas com detalhes, saias coloridas e sapatos floridos. Alessandra se maquiava com cores fortes também, usando a moda da época de pintar as sombrancelhas com cores brilhantes mas em pequena quantidade e com batons rosa ou vermelho. Usava esmaltes fortes (por vezes prateados) e às vezes detalhes como "coleiras" de pano (cordões bem apertados no pescoço), que me deixavam louco. Suas roupas eram sempre provocantes, com saias curtas, camisas finas sem sutiã (o que deixava o bico de seus seios estufando a blusa) e sapatos plataforma. Eu procurava demonstrar meu interesse sem exageros, pois não queria que ninguém percebesse. Também procurava não dar a ela a certeza de minhas intenções, pois como disse sou casado e ela poderia espalhar para todo mundo. Assim, devagar e sempre, dava indiretas e olhares mais demorados, tentando analisar a situação. Alessandra sempre se mostrou receptiva, mas também nunca deixou transparecer nada que pudesse me dar a certeza do que eu queria. Por muitas vezes, sentava ao lado dela e passava a aula toda roçando o braço no seu. Meus olhares, quando mais demorados, quase sempre eram retribuídos por ela, mesmo que discretamente. Meus sorrisos eram devolvidos. E quase todo dia eu ia com ela até o ponto de ônibus (que era caminho para que eu fosse embora) e puxava assuntos cada vez mais pessoais. Finalmente, precisamos fazer um trabalho de grupo. Marcamos em uma sala da faculdade (eu, ela e mais 7 pessoas) no início da noite (estudávamos neste turno). Porém, por causa de uma prova de outra matéria, ninguém apareceu. Já eram quase 7 e meia quando eu resolvi ir embora. Quando estava saindo, Alessandra chegou. Ela pediu desculpas pela demora, ao que respondi que não havia o que desculpar, pois não tinha ninguém mais. Ela riu e perguntou se eu não queria aproveitar que estávamos ali e tentar pelo menos começar algo. Eu, claro, disse que sim. Nossa faculdade, à noite, tem locais bem ermos. Os corredores principais, onde estão as salas de aula, são relativamente movimentados, mas os secundários são quase desertos. Como havíamos marcado em uma sala de estudos, em um destes corredores secundários, não havia mais ninguém por perto. Começamos a discutir sobre o trabalho, um ao lado do outro. Fui chegando perto, e passei o braço por trás da cadeira de Alessandra. Continuei falando como se nada fosse, e observei sua reação . Ela nada disse, e agiu como se nada houvesse acontecido. Depois de algum tempo, cheguei mais perto, encostando a parte de cima de meu braço em seu ombro, e deixando minha mão (do braço que estava por trás dela) repousar de leve no braço dela. Mais uma vez, nenhuma reação, nenhuma tentativa de se afastar. Continuamos a conversar, até que eu encostei o rosto perto do ouvido dela e disse baixinho: "Que perfume gostoso!". Ela estremeceu toda, se afastando um pouco. Fiquei com medo de ter avançado o sinal, mas ela logo respondeu com o nome do perfume, se virando e sorrindo para mim. Logo depois, se virou de novo, e voltou a enconstar o ombro em meu braço, na posição em que estava, de forma que meu rosto voltou a ficar colado em seu ouvido. Nessa altura, eu já estava vendo que o gol era uma questão de tempo. Após mais alguns minutos de trabalho, fui deixando minha cabeça encostar na dela, até que estávamos quase de rosto colado. Comecei então a acariciar seu braço, e sua voz estremecia enquanto falava. Não aguentando mais aquela tortura, me afastei um pouco, virei seu rosto devagar com minha mão e tasquei-lhe um beijo sôfrego. Ela a princípio se assustou um pouco e tentou se desvencilhar, mas com minha insistência logo cedeu e retribuiu o beijo. Minhas mão acariciavam seu rosto, seu braço, suas costas. Minha língua trabalhava loucamente em sua boca, e ela me respondia da mesma forma. Finalmente, resolvi tentar a sorte e comecei a deixar minha mão deslizar para seus seios, bem devagar. Quando já estava quase lá, ela quebrou o beijo e eu achei mais uma vez que ia ficar na mão. Ela, porém, olhou nos meus olhos e perguntou: "O que você quer de mim?" "Você ainda tem dúvida?" , disse sorrindo. Ela sorriu encabulada e me respondeu que isso não era certo, que eu era casado e que ela tinha namorado. Olhou para o chão, como quem está encabulada. Eu segurei seu queixo, erguendo seu rosto, e disse que não existia certo e errado naquele momento, só nós dois. Isso quebrou sua resistência. Mais uma vez ela sorriu com aquela boca carnuda pintada de batom rosa, e eu novamente a agarrei. Sem resistência, desta vez, minha mão mais uma vez escorregou para seu seio, por cima da blusa, e ao chegar lá ela soltou um gemidinho. Eu comecei a apertar e beliscar o biquinho que já estava mais do que duro por cima da blusa, enquanto ela me beijava e deixava suas mãos escorregarem pelas minhas costas. Comecei a puxar a alça de sua camiseta, descendo um de seus braços para que eu pudesse tirar a alça. Depois, tirei o outro e a camiseta escorregou pelas suas pernas, até cair no chão aos seus pés. Parei um pouco de beijá-la para admirar seus peitinhos, tão pequenos mas tão eróticos. Alessandra mais uma vez se mostrou tímida, corando e perguntando o que eu estava olhando. Respondi que estava matando uma vontade que eu tinha desde que a tinha visto pela primeira vez com uma camiseta como aquela. Ela ficou mais vermelha e disse que eu estava mentindo, que seus seios eram muito pequenos. Eu disse que eram do tamanho certinho de minha boca, e caí de língua em cima de um deles. Lambi, mordi, chupei, coloquei-o todo na boca, enquanto ela gemia de olhos fechados, apertando minha cabeça contra seu peito. Comecei a apertar sua bunda com minhas mãos, e ela gemia cada vez mais alto. Parei um pouco e comecei a tirar a roupa. Tirei a camisa, o sapato, as meias e a calça, ficando apenas de cuecas. Meu pênis já empurrava a cueca de forma que chegava a doer, e ela olhava de soslaio para ele, mais uma vez tímida. Me aproximei de novo de Alessandra, novamente a abraçando e beijando, sentindo como era bom estar com meu peito nú junto ao dela, sentindo aquelas laranjinhas se esfregando em mim. Minhas mãos esfregavam suas costas, iam até sua bundinha, apertavam, voltavam até suas costas. Alessandra já perdia a timidez, levada pela libido cada vez mais incontrolável. Pedi então no seu ouvido para que ela tirasse o resto da roupa. Ela se afastou um pouco, e começou a descer a saia, tirando depois o tamanco e por fim a calcinha. Que visão! Aquela negrinha deliciosa, toda pequenina apesar de seu 1,70m, nua, todinha prá mim. Arriei minha cueca, deixando meu mastro pular para fora, e sentei em uma cadeira. Pedi então que Alessandra viesse até mim. Ela veio relutante. Peguei suas mãos e forcei-a para baixo, fazendo-a ficar de joelhos em minha frente. Pressionei então minhas mãos em sua cabeça, fazendo-a entender que queria que me chupasse. Ela abaixou relutante, mas pegou meu pau com sua mãozinha pintada de esmalte azul e começou a massageá-lo. Fazia devagar, sem olhar para mim. Não aguentando mais aquela tortura, apertei sua cabeça com mais força, e ela finalmente abaixou, abrindo sua boquinha e engolindo minha pica. Começou então a chupar enquanto subia e descia com a cabeça, acompanhando com a mão seus movimentos, tocando uma punheta de enlouquecer. Logo eu estava prestes a gozar, depois de toda aquela esfregação. Segurei sua cabeça com força e comecei a fuder sua boca, colocando tudo. Sua mãozinha continuava a me bater uma punheta, e logo eu estava no limite. Segurei sua cabeça e meti tudo, gozando como louco. Alesandra, sentindo meu jato, tentou tirar mas eu não deixei, segurando com força. Ela tentou não engolir mas não conseguiu, acabando por se engasgar e deixar escorrer minha porra abundantemente pela sua boca e queixo, molhando seus seios. Soltei sua cabeça, e ela me olhou assustada, toda suja, boca, queixo, nariz e seios. Vendo aquela carinha de puta toda borrada de batom e porra, meu pau que estava murchando começou a crescer de novo. A fiz levantar e sentar em meu colo, sobre minhas pernas, e perguntei se a tinha assustado. Ela disse que ja tinha feito sexo oral com o namorado algumas vezes, mas que ela nunca havia deixado ele terminar em sua boca. Pedi desculpas e disse que havia perdido o controle, mas ela me disse que estava tudo bem, que foi só o susto, mas que havia gostado. Disse a ela então que ela estava parecendo uma puta, com aquela boca borrada de batom por ter chupado meu pau, aquela porra escorrendo pelo queixo e pelo peito, e aquele cheiro gostoso de perfume. Ela abaixou os olhos envergonhada, e disse baixinho: "Eu adorei ser sua puta. Quero que me trate como uma, isso me excita muito". Ouvindo isso, perdi todas as estribeiras. Levantei com Alessandra no colo. A coloquei de pé em frente a mesa, de costas para mim, e forcei sua cabeça de forma que ela deitasse o tronco na mesa. Peguei sua calxinha e seu sutiã e amarrei seus braços, um em cada pé da mesa, deixando-a a meu bel prazer. Disse então que ela teria que me implorar para fudê-la. Ela me olhava envergonhada. Disse então que uma boa putinha tem que saber pedir por uma rola. Fui até atrás dela e lhe dei uma palmada, com força. Ela deu um grito, pois não esperava, mas não disse nada. Repeti então a ordem para que ela implorasse, dando mais um tapa em sua bundinha gostosa. Ela estremeceu, e disse baixinho: "Por favor, transe comigo". Eu disse que puta não falava assim, e dei mais uma palmada nela. Ela estremeceu de novo, reuniu toda a sua coragem e me disse: "Mete sua pica na minha buceta, por favor." Ouvindo isso, fui para trás dela e meti com toda a força, de uma só vez. Comecei meu vai-e-vem naquela grutinha encharcada de tesão, e Alessandra dava gritinhos cada vez mais altos: "Ai... Ai... AAaaiii. Aiii.. Mete na sua puta! Mete esse caralho duro no meu buraco... Uii... Isso, meu dono... Fode sua vaca... Fode sua putinha... Aiiii!!!". Eu fiquei louco, e comecei a meter com toda a força. A impressão é que meu saco ia entrar junto com meu pau. Acelerava cada vez mais, e Alessandra gritava tão alto que eu comecei a ficar preocupado que alguém ouvisse: "Meete!!! Mete mais!!! Me rasga!! Rasga a buceta da sua cadela!!! Isso, meu gostoso!!! Mete o pau em mim!!! Eu sou sua puta rampeira!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!" De repente, Alessandra gozou loucamente, estremecendo toda mas sem poder se levantar por causa de suas mãos amarradas. Um líquido viscoso jorrou de sua buceta, chegando a molhar o chão. Continuei metendo como louco, e Alessandra gozou ainda duas ou três vezes, sempre gritando como louca, até que resolvi que era hora de gozar. Porém, a hora estava passando e eu não queria ir embora sem experimentar aquele cuzinho apertado, aquela bundinha pequena e apetitosa. Tirei o pau de sua buceta e sem nenhum aviso meti no cuzinho, enterrando metade do pau de uma só vez. Alessandra deu um grito lancinante de dor, e pude ver lágrimas molhando a mesa. Porém, ela nada falou. Comecei a tirar e colocar devagar, dizendo que puta que se preza tem que dar o cú, que uma vagabunda rampeira como ela tem que saber o que é uma rola na bundinha, e coisas assim. Isso a fez relaxar e logo ela estava de novo rebolando em meu pau. Eu não aguentava mais, e acelerei cada vez mais, enterrando tudo no cuzinho apertado dela. Em um minuto, eu não aguentei mais e gozei feito louco naquele buraquinho apertado, enquanto puxava os cabelos de Alessandra como se estivesse montando uma égua. Sentei em uma cadeira, totalmente esgotado, e lá fiquei por alguns minutos, deixando Alessandra amarrada na mesa. Finalmente me levantei e a soltei. Ela me abraçou e se esfregou em mim, me dando um beijo na boca. Me disse então baixinho que tinha sido maravilhoso, muito melhor que as transas com o namorado dela (que até aquele dia era o único com quem ela tinha transado). Disse também que era virgem de bundinha, e que apesar da dor e do susto tinha gostado. Pedi desculpas pela brutalidade, mas ela disse mais uma vez (sem olhar em meus olhos e ruborizada) que ela adorou ser tratada como puta. Nos vestimos e Alessandra foi ao banheiro (com cuidado para não ser vista) lavar o rosto e ajeitar a maquiagem (que estava toda borrada). Finalmente, fomos embora, não sem um longo e molhado beijo (que quase nos levou a outro round) e a promessa dela de que logo, logo iríamos a um motel para fazer as coisas com mais conforto. Eu a deixei no ponto do ônibus, onde trocamos um último beijo, e fui embora. No caminho de casa, pensava o quanto esperei por aquele dia, e comecei a pensar em meu próximo alvo. Mas isso é uma outra história, que dependendo do retorno que eu tiver desta logo, logo estarei contando... Tempo "Go ahead," he taunted. "Taste me. I know you want to." The blonde looked back briefly toward the limo headlights, seeking permission to go off script. The car's horn gave a short blast and she turned back, slid both hands around his thick shaft without looking at his face and sealed her full lips around the ridge of his head. As the blonde began to stroke and suck his shaft, he heaved a shallow sigh and pressed the tip of his wet finger into Macy's ass. "Oh godddddd," she mewled. "Is she sucking your cock?" His finger started to slide slowly in and out of her passage. "She's not like you," he told Macy while looking at the blonde. "She doesn't give a shit about me. How can you ever feel that hunger for someone you'd barely give the time of day?" "Oooh...ssssir..." Macy mewled, grinding her ass at his finger. He whipped his finger from her ass and spanked her six times hard on each cheek. "I told you not to call me sir," he snapped. The blonde seemed to come to life while he was slapping Macy's ass, suddenly devouring his jutting stalk with some of that hunger he'd been talking about. Macy's ass was beginning to glow crimson. He ran his palms over the tautly stretched muscles of her thighs and realized how stiff she must be getting. "That's enough," he told the blonde. The blonde stood up. "They want to see you use the belt," she told him. "Crawl back to your sugar daddy and tell him to take another little blue hard on pill. I'm nobody's fucking butler, and if he thinks I'm going to mar my baby's fine ass with welts just so his whore can jerk him off in his car, then..." The blonde's shining eyes stopped him. Telltale movement at the base of her throat betrayed the catch in her breath. "If you don't want to use it on her, then - use it on me," she said, casting her eyes down. "You're willing to do that for him?" he nodded toward the limo. The blonde shook her head. She leaned close, turning her face slightly away. "Not for him," she whispered. "For me." "You don't really belong here, either, do you?" he asked, taking hold of her gown. It would have been a simple gesture to push it off her shoulders and let it drop to the wet grass, but that didn't feel right. His hands balled into fists and pulled the sides of the gown in opposite directions until the fabric started to rip. He tore the gown until it was ruined, and opened wide enough to drop off the blonde's pampered body like a rag. She stood in scant panties and heels, waiting. He nodded toward the remaining strips of material on the hood of the car and told the blonde to pick one up. "Stand up, baby. Don't turn around." "Yes, sir." She brought her feet together with a moan of relief and stood upright. With her hands lashed behind her back, her awkward grace made his heart weep. He pressed himself against her from the side, clutching a naked breast in one hand and kneading her ass with the other. Her ass was tender and she winced when he gripped her flesh. His stiff cock was firmly trapped between them. "You're a willful woman, you know that?" "Yes, sir. I do." There was the hint of a self-satisfied smile on her face. Pride, happiness, even content. Despite what he felt in his bones, he never wanted to see her go. He buried his face in a valley of soft neck and hair. "I love you so much it feels like I'm falling down inside myself." "I know," she told him. Her voice cracked a little. He knew her well enough to feel her eyes welling up, her heart shuddering with love and exhilaration, the nerves in her skin crying out to feel everything all at the same time. He felt it all bleeding into him through everywhere their bodies were touching. He kissed her throat and backed away. "Blindfold her," he instructed the blonde. The blonde stepped into place behind Macy and wrapped the widest strip around her eyes. While she knotted the fabric, he went to the side of the car and reached inside. A second later, the air filled with Howlin Wolf singing Killing Floor. He stepped back to the front of the car while the blonde was still working to tie the blindfold snugly without making it too tight, he snapped up the belt on his way and swung it once across the blonde's ass before she'd finished tying off the knot. The blonde jerked in surprise. Her ass was taut, curvy and muscular, but it shivered and tensed under the belt's sharp lash. Both women gasped at the sound. He swung it again and the blonde could hardly finish tying off the blindfold. "Bend down. Both of you." The blonde was taller than Macy. She had bigger, longer bones and more exaggerated curves, yet she seemed so much more frail, somehow, as she bent over the car with Macy bowing underneath her. He made a grab for the gusset of the blonde's panties and tore them off her body, then he stepped back and swung the belt three more times. He paused, working to keep his breathing from running out of control while he took the time to stroke his raging cock. He swung the belt across that meticulously maintained ass until it began to show criss crosses of red. Then he dropped it in the grass, turned toward the row of cars behind them and spat in the grass. He stepped close to the interlocked women and ran his hand over the blonde's tender cheeks. She winced slightly but cooed pleasurably into Macy's ear. Macy moaned and he caught her ass squirming under the blonde's body. Her hands were trapped behind her, between their bodies. "Enough. Get up." The blonde pushed herself upright while Macy had to struggle. "She needs help." he told the blonde. His tone was calm as if he were asking for a cup of tea, but he brought his hand once across her right cheek. "Yes, sir," she replied. He thought about smacking her ass for calling him that, but the point would've been lost on her. She placed her hands on Macy's shoulders and guided her upright. "Now get up on the car and hold her for me. Treat her right. Her ass is probably stinging even harder than yours by now." The blond sat high on the car's hood. She didn't need to be reminded Macy's hands were immobilized and she couldn't see. She put her hands on her shoulders and carefully guided her backward into the space between her long, open thighs. Macy tucked into the blonde's thicker, taller body like an armchair. He stepped up to the car, gripping his cock and slipping the head up and down Macy's swollen pussy lips. Her bound hands were behind her, trapped against the blonde's shaven pussy. The blonde reached forward, steadying Macy's body by clutching her stiff nippled breasts. He ground forward, gradually sinking his heat engorged cock into Macy's smoldering nest. "I miss your touch," he told her as he drew backward and thrust back inside. "I miss your hands." He kissed her deeply and began rocking his shaft in and out of her slippery core. He could feel the blonde's hands against his chest as they steadily kneaded Macy's sweet breasts. The car started to rock on the struts and their bodies struck a clumsy symmetry. The blonde held on tightly while he gripped Macy's face, his fingers laced behind her neck. He rocked harder, thrust faster. His cock was beginning to sparkle with electrical pulses. Even the blonde was beginning to breathe and gasp as if she were the one fucking back at his long, thick, driving cock. It was as if their bodies were driving to the tempo of the raw, crude music playing through the window. He kissed Macy deeply and long, then peeled the blindfold off her head. "Look at me," he told her. "Not even that sky is anything like the look in your eyes when you cum for me. Look at me and cum." "Oh god," the blonde whimpered, almost as if he'd been speaking to her, while Macy's face was beaming with love, pain and exhilaration. Macy's small body was breaking down and taking flight at the same time. She started to say something, but then choked it off in garbled gasps and cries as her body went tense. Her spine arched and she leaned back against the blonde as she twisted and pulled at her throbbing nipples. He rocked until he was slamming into their bodies, into the car...an explosion of light rippling through him straight through the core of Macy's body. He kept moving inside her even beyond their peak, until his cock finally began to relax. He withdrew and stepped back. With the blonde pushing from behind, he pulled from the front and they guided Macy onto unsteady feet. He turned her around, facing the blonde, who was sitting forward now, on the hood of the car. The two women acknowledged each other without speaking while he untied Macy's wrists. He got a jacket out of the car and draped it over Macy's shoulders. It covered more of her than the dress had. He found his clothes on the grass and put them back on. The blonde slid off the car and stopped as she was passing him and touched his arm. "I think there's another party in a few weeks. Please come," she said. She searched his face briefly, raised her head proudly and continued walking toward the limo. He leaned against the front of the car with his arm around Macy, pulling her close as the row of cars started up and followed each other out of the clearing toward the road. She tucked into his body and sighed. "You ok?" he asked. "Yes, si..." He quickly put his finger to her lips and cut off the word that hung on him like ill fitting clothes. They sat a few moments before she tried speaking again. "I'm not gonna do what you think I'm gonna do," she finally said. He knew she was talking about his expecting her to move on. He was almost surprised she'd figured out what he thought, but it wasn't the first time. "I know you believe that," he said. She sighed against him. "You'll see." Then, a moment later: "Didn't you want to fuck the blonde?" "Yeah," he said, "I did." "And? So?" "So faith isn't something just thrust on you by default. It's something you have to take, even if it burns your hand. And then – it would've changed something. It would've been hot and explosive and fleeting. What's that compared to the remainder of a life?" "But you think I'm gonna..." "Well," he cut her off, "that's something I'm still waiting to see," he cut her off. "Long as that could take." He brought his other arm around her body, as if he could tuck her right inside him. He felt the tiny flex of her smile against his chest. Temporal Trouble A/N: This is a re-submit as this has been on the website before and was accidentally removed. As with the first time I submitted this story; I do not claim any kind of historical or archeological accuracy in this story nor do I claim any kind of scientific accuracy in temporal theory. Please be sure to vote and comment! Thank you for reading! *** Center for Anthropological and Archeological Research of Terra (CAART) 'Never use the chronosphere.' That's what Jamie's father had always told her growing up. But at eighteen, almost nineteen, and the universe was her oyster. In her opinion, rules were made to be broken, especially the one about the chronosphere. As the daughter of the head of research at CAART, it was expected of her to do well in her studies, graduate with honors, and enter her father's line of work. She had to toe the line and follow the rules all the time. Jamie did that and was now an apprentice at CAART. But she still had yet to be allowed to use the chronosphere. What was the point of being in CAART if all one could do was constantly watch others use it to go back in time for observation missions? She'd been at the Center for nearly a year now and she was impatient for her turn with the sphere. It wasn't that time travel was all that dangerous. The so-called 'Butterfly Effect Theory' had been disproven a century before. So there was no danger in changing the future by stepping on a mere blade of grass. The danger, according to her father, came from not knowing the nuances and customs of a particular time period and therefore getting killed by the locals. Jamie didn't see the problem. People were people, in her opinion. She'd show her father and her superiors that she was indeed ready for this. Jamie's plan went into action when a majority of the researchers were away on their yearly conference and the lab was relatively empty. After the few workers that were left had gone home for the night, Jamie snuck into the area of the lab that housed the chronosphere. There was a basic checklist that she needed to go through. The first step was selecting a time period. Jamie settled on a period so that she could observe early Native Americans around the time that they were settling the region after coming over the land bridge. It should be simple and easy to hide in the forests to observe while they worked. Then she moved on to costume selection based on what the computer told her were acceptable garb for the area and time selected. She settled on a light leather bikini that looked like it was Pocahontas meets Cave Girl. She dressed in the small bathroom attached to her office and checked herself out in the mirror. The costume showed off her round, modest bust, shapely hips, flat midriff, and slender thighs nicely in her opinion. She then had to make sure that her implants were all working correctly; recorder, immunization, contraceptive, and translation. All seemed to be in working order. Finally she put a chronoband on her right index finger so that she'd be able to come back to this time. The band shrank, morphed, and formed around her finger until it looked like a simple ring. Thankfully, it couldn't be removed short of someone severing her hand. God willing, it wouldn't come to that. She planned on going back in time for only a few hours in order to be back in plenty of time to clean up and reset everything before the morning shift came in. Fully outfitted and ready for adventure, Jamie stepped into the chamber with the chronosphere. It was a magnificent golden sphere that shimmered like water. She pressed the button confirming her destination and time. Then, without fear, she stepped into the sphere and disappeared in a flash of light. Sometime around 10,000 BCE in the southern parts of North America... Marcan the Seeker gripped his spear tightly as he crouched in the underbrush of the woods. There was a change in the air that he could not quite place. He remained motionless, eyes darting around for predators or other potential dangers to the village. Off to his left there was a flash of light and a crack of thunder. Odd considering that there were no thunder clouds overhead. It was another warm day during the bright season granted to his people by the great earth mother. Unable to put his curiosity to rest, Marcan took off in the direction of the thunder crack. Besides, if it was a threat to his fledgling village, it would have to be dealt with at once. He crested the ridge and cautiously peered over. Down in the next gully there was a beautiful woman standing there, looking around with wonder and amazement on her angelic face. He swallowed hard as he took in her features; hair as read as fire, skin as pale as the moon, a sleek fit body, and womanly curves. His sex went hard at the sight of her. She had nice round breasts that were a large handful. Her hips were flared perfectly for childbearing. He decided at once that this woman would be his. Truly she was a gift to him from the earth mother for helping his people reach this fertile new land. The woman of flame hair hadn't noticed him yet. Marcan moved in on her to claim what had been given him. Jamie couldn't believe her eyes. She'd done it! She'd used the chronosphere. She'd actually travelled through time. From what she recalled of the maps of the area, there'd be a new ancient Native American village that was setting up just a few miles from where she was at. She couldn't wait to get started in her observations but she couldn't help but marvel at the changes between modern day North America and where she was at now. She figured in about a few more thousand years, as the glaciers far to the north receded, this area would go from temperate to arid. It was all very fascinating to her. Before she could even take a step there was a rustling of branches behind her. She turned just in time to see a muscular man bearing down on her. She barely had time to let out a squeak of surprise as the man tackled her. She shrieked and pounded on his chest as he bore his weight down on her. It was like punching steel. "Let go of me!" she cried out. He froze. He looked down on her with confusion. "You speak my tongue?" "No, you hear in your tongue you big ape!" she really didn't want to explain how a translation implant worked to someone who couldn't possibly fathom the technology. "Let me go!" "I think not, I am Marcan and you are my mate, flame-haired," the man said, trailing his hand down from her hair to her cleavage to settle on her breast. He gave it a squeeze. Jamie trembled under his touch and stopped fighting him long enough to look into his eyes with fright. She could see that he was deadly serious. She began fighting him in earnest, this time by flailing at his head. Marcan grabbed her hands by the wrists and pinned them over her head. She bucked against him. He smiled as he drove his knee between her legs to part them slightly. "You have fight. This is good. You will bear strong children for me, my flame haired goddess." Children! The full implication of what exactly this man wanted from her hit her like a truck. It wasn't that she was just going to be merely captured; this man was going to force himself upon her. Jamie protested vehemently and thrashed wildly underneath of him. "Stop it! Don't touch me!" She was suddenly understanding of the necessity of contraception and immunization implants. Her father's warnings suddenly came back to bite her in the ass. "Get off of me!" she cried. "You squawk like a bird," he said as he grabbed some leather straps from his pouch. He tied her wrists together first and then used more straps to gag her. She mewed pitifully underneath of him once she was tied. Marcan then reached for her breasts, ripping the leathers up and off of her body. Then he moved off of her long enough to remove her loincloths, totally exposing her body to him. "Simply perfect," he said, admiring the view. "Strange that you have no hair under your arms or between your legs," he noted, sliding his hand down her flat tummy to her shaved pubis. "Noooooo!" Jamie protested behind her gag. She tried to sit up only to be shoved back down to the ground. Marcan pinned her arms down by holding her leather ties. He then continued stoking her bald mound. Jamie felt her body betray her as she felt her pussy going wet from his touch. Her eyes then went wide and she gasped as he buried one of his massive fingers into her wetness. He continued probing into her until he found her maidenhead. "You are untouched," he noted, a small grin gracing his features. "I shall enjoy being your first and only," he smiled broadly. "Unless you displease me, of course, then I might give you to the other warriors in the village for public pleasure." "No! No! No!" Jamie cried out behind her gag, bucking against his fingering which only intensified the pleasure being forced upon her. As much as she hated to admit it, his touch felt good. But she was not about to lose her cherry to some random time-lost Neanderthal. He wasn't all that bad looking either. Her logical mind noted that he had to be tall, practically a giant, for his people at being close to six foot tall. He was well muscled and had skin that was practically bronze. Any other woman would probably be proud to bear his children, just not her. Marcan was incredibly aroused from her resistance. Her breasts were dancing provocatively in front of him as she twisted and writhed in his grasp. His mouth descended onto one of her delicious globes. His tongue darted out to tease and lick her nipple that went instantly hard. Becoming impatient, Marcan quickly maneuvered between her legs, forcing them wide apart with his thighs. He shucked out of his hunting furs and untied his loincloth. Jamie's eyes went as wide as saucers when she saw how massive and hard his cock was. Marcan did not give her any time to prepare herself as he brought the head of it up to her waiting opening. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, reveling in the sensation of it grazing her bare crotch. "This feels better than a woman with hair between her legs..." he commented. Jamie squeezed her eyes shut, turned her head to the side, and braced for the inevitable. She then gasped and shuddered as she felt his cock penetrate her. It pressed against her hymen. She whimpered in defeat as he slid it in and out of her a few times, allowing her body to get accustomed to it. He planted his hands on either side of her head as he settled his weight on her. Then while looking down at her beautiful face that was contorted with the sexual energy between them, he pressed into her. Jamie let out a yelp of pain as her virginity was taken and he slid all the way into her. Marcan sighed with pleasure as he buried his cock all the way into her. Her womanhood gripped him tightly. He stayed pressed inside of her, savoring the pleasure from her body. He brought her legs up to wrap around his waist. Once he was satisfied that she'd stretched enough to fully accommodate his size and girth he began to pump his hips into hers. Jamie let out a moan; half in dismay and half in pleasure. The sharp pain that had come with her hymen tearing had passed. Now there was only the sensation of feeling his cock slide in and out of her tight pussy. His length slid across her clit sending waves of pleasure radiating out from her loins. The head of his cock continually brushed against her cervix. She felt full and possessed. Somehow, it just felt natural to her. It was nothing more than mating at a basic, primal level; simply a man taking a woman for pleasure and procreation. Her whimpers of sadness at being forced to submit to him soon gave way to grunts and groans of passion as she gave in to what her body wanted. Soon Jamie was arching her back, pressing her taut and heavy breasts against his hard muscular chest. Her eyes fluttered open and she became even more aroused at the contrast of his tanned skin pumping away between her milky white thighs. Marcan's gentle rocking of his hips against hers became faster and harder. She instinctively bore down, clamping her pussy around his cock like a vice. She heard him moan with pleasure. Jamie started to rock her hips upward as much as she could to meet his thrusting. Marcan lost all sense of control. His flame-hair was squeezing him so tight that he feared that he might actually lose his manhood inside of her. His thrusting became erratic. He looked down upon her and could see the pleasure on her face every time that he drove into her. With a final jerk of his hips, he buried his cock into her as deep as he could get it as it erupted within her. His cock seemed to explode like a volcano as it shot his seed deep into her womb. He let out a cry of triumph and ecstasy as his claiming of this woman became complete and his balls continued to empty their fluid within her. The moment she felt Marcan cum, Jamie's body responded in kind. Her world went white as the orgasm ripped through her body. "AUGH," she screamed behind her gag as she climaxed. Her body arched upwards, convulsing, driving her body into his. Her pussy fluttered as it milked his cock for every milky white drop it could get. Then, just as fast as it had come, the erotic pleasure subsided into minor tremors and they collapsed together. Both were covered in sweat. Their combined musk of sweat and sex seemed to fill the air around them. They both panted hard from the sudden exertion. Marcan slid off of her. He rolled her onto her side and cozied up behind her. He grabbed for his fur cloak, pulling it over top of them both for warmth once their bodies cooled. His arms snaked around her body, claiming what was his. One hand cupped her breast while the other cupped her sex that was oozing a bit of her juices and his seed out of her. "Mine," he whispered into her ear as they both drifted off into a blissful sleep. Jamie was hardly in a position to argue at that moment. Sometime later they were both awakened to some kind of beeping. "What is that awful noise," Marcan asked, suddenly awake and alert. His flame-haired woman mumbled something he belatedly realized that he'd left the leather straps in her mouth. "What did you say," he asked as her removed her gag. "I said that I have to go." Jamie told him. Marcan chuckled. "You are not going anywhere," he said as he slid a hand up her body from her thigh to her breast. Her body shuddered under his touch. "You don't have a choice in the matter," Jamie looked up at her tied hands. Marcan looked at her right hand. The strange noise seemed to come from there. One of her fingers looked like it was glowing red at the knuckle. "Is this some kind of magic?" He sat back with a bemused look on his face. "Ok then, let's see your magic. Let's see you use it to escape from me. Before you do, I would like to know what you are called." He crossed his arms and waited for her to perform her trick. This, in his opinion, should be good. "Jamie," she said evenly, "my name is Jamie." A second later the beeping stopped. Her body glowed brightly, and then flashed. She vanished before his very eyes with a loud crack of thunder marking her departure. Marcan stared at the space where she had been at in disbelief. He then raised his fists to the sky and howled in anguish at his flame-haired Jamie being true to her word. She had managed to escape him after all. Center for Anthropological and Archeological Research of Terra (CAART) Jamie appeared back in the chronosphere chamber back at CAART. She was lying on the cold, sterile floor. She slowly rose to her feet, shaking slightly from her ordeal. After regaining some sense of balance she managed to walk to the door. That 'Marcan' had fucked her so hard that she was practically walking bow-legged. She let out a rueful laugh at that thought. She got back to her office and trudged into the bathroom. The wetness of her sex and Marcan's semen had since dried over her pussy and inner thighs. She wanted to clean both him and the dirt off of her. The hot water felt good on her skin. As she sat on the floor of the shower, letting the water cascade over her, she couldn't help but imagine Marcan's powerful hands roaming across her body. Jamie's hands moved up to her breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them hard as she pictured Marcan doing that to her. She then dropped a hand to her pussy and roughly fingered herself. Minutes later she cried out as she quickly and furiously masturbated to orgasm. She slid down the wet tile wall do lie on the floor. Her breasts heaved while her body hummed. It wasn't nearly as good as when Marcan forced himself upon her but it would do for now. As she laid there with the water pouring down upon her, Jamie couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with her. She was basically raped but she found herself wanting more. Her body felt tingly as she came up with a way to have the experience again. After washing and drying, Jamie bounded out of the shower to her desk. She called up her best friend, Sophie, who answered the vid phone with a yawn. "Jamie, do you have any idea what time it is?" "Forget that, Sophie. You've got to meet me here at the Center, now," Jamie said, "I've got this great idea that you've got to hear. You want to go in with me on a little research project I have in mind?" Temporalité létale 29 mai 2001 La journée avait été difficile. Enfin, la nuit arrivait, non pas pour Morphée, mais pour Dionysos. Sortie dans les bars. Seule. Heureuse ainsi. J'avais bu un peu dans un bar jazzé à l'ambiance intello. Quelques bonnes bières importées. Ma tête tournait légèrement, lorsque mes pas foulaient la rue allumée du Montréal nocturne. Je pensais à cet homme que j'avais vu dans le bar. Le visage anguleux, le teint pâle, les yeux noirs, l'intriguant regard d'un jeune gothique. Je le regardais constamment. Ce dernier ne semblait pas me voir, pourtant je sentais qu'il connaissait ma présence, qu'il la caressait, qu'il la chérissait. Cette image hantait mes pas. Je me retournais sans arrêt, croyant qu'il était derrière moi. Illusion. Il n'était jamais là. Mes sens étaient étonnamment éveillés. Je sentais Montréal, jamais ses effluves n'avaient tant évoquées pour moi. J'entendais des chuchotements poussés par un homme, une belle voix chaude envoûtante, l'émule masculin du chant de sirènes d'Ulysse. «Geneviève… Geneviève… je suis là…» Je devenais folle. Tout mon environnement m'excitait, m'attirait… Comme si chaque contact avec l'air devenait une caresse. Comme si chaque pas sur le sol se transformait en baiser. Comme si chaque image me pénétrait. Il était là. De l'autre côté de la rue, son grand corps aux épaules larges avaient une démarche irréelle. Il marchait à grands pas, sans le moindre mouvement brusque. Au loin, je le vis lever son bras vers moi et au même moment, je senti une caresse sur un de mes seins. On eut dit qu'une main invisible m’entourait. Je sentais des doigts longs et doux me parcourir. Une autre main glissait sur mon corps, telle une goutte de pluie, pour pénétrer sous ma jupe. L'homme était toujours éloigné, son regard intense sur mon corps. J’étais en proie à d'agréables caresses éthérées, qui provoquaient chez moi d'indicibles frissons qui m'enveloppaient totalement dans un huis clos de plaisir. Son chuchotement me berçait : «Avance vers moi, Genevière, viens, viens, je vais te faire plaisir». Je marchais à petits pas, guidée par sa voix, par son regard, par son corps. Je parvins à me faire un chemin parmi les gens et les autos pour rejoindre le ténébreux qui m'appelait. Je me retrouvai devant lui. Quelques pas seulement nous séparaient. Il me regarda avec un air complètement charmé et tout à fait exquis. Les mains poursuivaient leur travail sur mon corps. Je m'approchai encore de lui. Je l'embrassai langoureusement. Lui aussi avait soif de moi. Il me caressa légèrement le dos. «Viens avec moi, jeune nymphe», dit-il. Je suivis mon vampire avec passion. Arrivé devant une maison, je remarquai le grand saule qui trônait à côté du long escalier. Il me souleva pour m'amener vers son appartement. Ensuite, il m'étendit sur le sol pour me couvrir de vifs baisers chauds. Ce qui a pu se produire par la suite m’échappe. Ma dernière vision est celle où il posait doucement un linceul sur nos corps. *** 29 mai 1971 Depuis plusieurs semaines, je déprimais seul dans mon appartement. Elle est partie, je devais m'y faire. Je n’arrivais plus à peindre. J'étais allé prendre un verre, signant la fin de ma réclusion après un mois. En sortant, j’avais remarqué que le propriétaire avait planté un saule près de l’escalier. Le bar était plutôt bien. Des pointes de jazz lui donnaient une ambiance intéressante. Mon regard s'était pointé sur elle. Une elfe ou une nymphe, peu importe cette fille ne pouvait pas être humaine. Elle avait des grandes jambes gracieuses qui sortaient d'une jolie petite robe rouge et bleue. Elle avait les cheveux blonds attachés dans le dos et un doux petit nez tout à fait coquin. La joie resplendissait de son corps. Elle me regardait sans arrêt, je faisais tout pourtant pour qu'elle ne me voit pas. Moi, le ténébreux devant cette enchantement de couleurs et de joie. Elle but un peu et sortit de l'endroit. Elle déambulait seule à travers les rues de Montréal. Je la suivais de loin. Cet être callipyge me fascinait, comme si son apparition dans mon univers n’était destiné qu’à moi. Elle marchait, semblant presque à l'occasion danser. On eut dit que son corps magnifique voulait apprécier toutes les vertus de la nuit. Parfois elle se retournait, je n'eus pas l'impression qu'elle me voyait et pourtant elle semblait chercher quelqu'un. Je traversai de l'autre côté de la rue, pour pouvoir marcher à sa hauteur. Lorsqu'elle me vit, elle s'arrêta brusquement. Elle me regardait intensément. Je levai le bras vers elle, car un homme qui marchait vite allait la bousculer. Elle ne bougea point et continua de me regarder. J’eus alors l’impression d’avoir une hallucination. La jeune nymphe s’estompa pour laisser place devant moi à une femme enceinte. Je secouai la tête. La nymphe traversait la rue, et c'était presque un miracle qu'elle ne soit pas happée par un véhicule. Elle s'approcha de moi. Mon souffle était court, j'étais paralysé par sa beauté. Elle était dangereusement près de moi et elle me poussa brusquement vers son corps. Elle semblait frémir dans mes bras par ce simple contact. Elle m'embrassa avec fougue et désir. Je lui caressai doucement le dos pour lui proposer de venir chez moi. Elle ne dit rien et me suivit jusqu'à mon appartement. Rendu chez moi, je l'étendis délicatement sur le sol de mon salon. Elle me regardait avec un sourire coquin rempli de charme. moi. Je souleva le bas de sa jupe. Elle était déjà toute mouillé lorsque j'enfouis mon tête entre ses cuisses. Elle criait sous les coups de ma langue et sous les mouvements de mes lèvres. «Continue charmant vampire, continue». Je n'avais jamais été nommé ainsi. Sa façon de dire vampire était absolument érotique. Étrange, peut-être, mais sublime. «Prends-moi beau démon». Je me leva de sous sa jupe pour me coucher sur elle. Je l'embrassa sur la bouche, puis je descendis sur elle pour embrasser ses seins. Ensuite je la pénétra en lui caressant la poitrine. Elle frissonnait de plaisir sous moi en poussant de petits gémissements. Elle posa un petit baiser sur mes lèvres puis elle descendit vers mon pénis. Elle le prit dans sa bouche avec gourmandise et plaisir. Elle léchait avec soin, ce qui provoqua chez moi un immense bonheur. Je jouis en elle. Elle frissonnait de plaisir sous moi. Après ma nymphe mystique enfouit sa tête contre mon épaule avec une infinie douceur. Avant que je m’endorme avec elle pour la dernière fois, elle plaça le drap tel un linceul sur nos corps. Temporarily Dickless [Warning: This is a very sexually dark story. Fisting, watersports, medplay, implied body modification, chastity. My thanks to Kenji De Sade for his encouraging me to write this story after a series of conversations about chastity.] How had I come to be here? I wondered as I floated in orgasmic bliss. It had started with my impulsively writing a guy on a fisting-oriented online system. Despite my bearish belly, I was a well known and popular versatop. Recently, however, I'd been way more top than versa, and I was getting tired of always taking care of someone else's hole. I wanted to lie back and let someone else direct the action and take care of MY hole for a chance. He was in his early 60s, top only, loved fisting, being sucked, and fucking, in about that order. And "some kink; ask me about it." I did, and he invited me over to play. On the first date, I was pleased by what I saw. His body was furry, he was handsome, and had engagingly suckable looking nipples, and a solid, thick 6" dick, cut. Maybe 5'11", with an absolutely beautiful butt that made my tongue and fingers twitch. Nice thick chewable moustache, and pretty brown eyes that drew me in deeply. Large hands, with long, slender fingers. Strong. Slighty furred knuckles. I laid face down on the bed, and he straddled me with a bit of difficulty (I'm 6'2") and started rubbing my neck and shoulders. Ooooh. Perfect first move. I'm a "touch slut." I crave touch, body contact, massage, and the incredible sensual energy that accompany those things. This man knew how to Touch, with a capital "T". The warmth of his hands pressed me into the bed, and he paused just long enough to arrange my face between a couple of soft feather pillows before working deeper into my knotted shoulders and neck, releasing tension I'd not even been aware was there. After nowhere near long enough, he flipped me over and started working on my shoulders from the front, then worked down each arm and hand methodically. Either he'd been through massage training, or he was a highly talented amateur. At that point, I didn't care, as long as he didn't stop touching me. "Keep your eyes closed, boy, and keep breathing deeply. We're going to try something new on you." I heard him slip on a pair of nitrile gloves--after 30+ years of fisting, I knew the sound all too well--and felt him lay down some paper toweling aroudn my crotch. WTF? I felt him liberally lube up my dick with something, and a first-warm, then a cooling feeling. Instantly, I felt myself become rock-hard. He then started moving my dick back and forth very gently, and I couldn't figure out the point, since I wasn't feeling any texture or pressure. Had he wrapped my dick in a featherbed or something? It felt...weird. Then I felt as if my dick had gone soft. Huh. "Breathe more slowly, boy; I'm going to put something up your dick, since you said you wanted to try some sounding." I felt my urethra being stretched, then a cold rod of something--metal?---sliding down slowly. I moaned, not sure if it was painful or pleasurable, ultimately deciding upon the latter. I felt the metal go down past the base of my dick. I moaned again, because it felt like my dick was being jacked off from the inside. "Open your eyes, baby," growled my playmate, and I did, noting with shock that I had a raging hardon, and that he was jacking me off...and I couldn't feel his hand. "Go ahead and feel it for yourself," he commanded. I did so, and drew my hand back in shock. It was like touching a warm sausage. Someone else's warm sausage. My dick was completely numb. He smiled. "You'll have to play with it a little differently to feel anything now, boy. I massaged some Emla cream into your dick. It'll be numb for a couple of hours at least. You're not dickless, but you may as well be, because you can't feel anything from it...on the outside." My dick jumped by itself when he said "dickless". Being nullified had been a fantasy of mine for years, because I was tired of everybody wanting to suck me, wanting me to fuck them, always centering on my genitals when all I wanted to do was play with theirs without distraction. I'd wished that I was nullified so that people would have to let me play with them instead. How had he figured this out? It was like he'd gotten inside of my head. And I carefully manipulated my still hard dick, noting that with careful pressure, I could feel my urethra and the sound in it just fine...so my dick really WAS being jacked off from the inside. And it was intense. Then I felt his gloved hand touch my butt, and my eyes rolled up into my head. "Yeah, you can't get the pleasure you used to from your dick, so now you're going to be totally hole-centered for me. The sounding won't get you off, no matter how much you try. Your only pleasure will come from my using your holes. And your balls, which I left un-deadened, so that I can use them to control you better." And he gently thwacked a finger against each of my balls, sending me into a sudden spasm of surprise from the quick, soft pain. My fantasy come true. If I could have felt my dick at that point, I would have been shooting buckets of cum. "OK, time to get you ready for the sling." And with that, he slowly removed the metal sound--all nine and a half inches of it--from my softening dick. Freaky. With the sound removed, I couldn't tell what my dick was doing unless I was looking at it. I really had become a (hopefully temporarily) dickless fuckboy. He helped me up, and we walked across the room to a sling. I just couldn't stop playing with my dick; it felt so...alien. "Hm. Gonna have to keep your hands offa that until the Emla wears off. Ah! I know what we can do. Just the thing!" And he produced a bag of ice and a CB-6000 chastity cage. The bag of ice went onto my dick, and when it softened sufficiently, he fit the chastity device onto me, locking it with a small padlock, placing the key around his neck. I looked down, and saw my shrunken dick in a plastic cage that was at least a couple of sizes too large. "Yeah, your dinky thing isn't big enough to fill out the cage, but in this case, that's OK. It just needs to be kept away from your hands for a while. Fortunately, a side effect of the numbing is that you won't be able to get hard for a while." Suddenly, I realized that I was going to have to piss soon. He directed me to the toilet, where I sat down to pee like a girl. The resulting flow was...messy, but I managed to keep it all in the toilet. "Hm," he said, "if I'm gonna throw you into the sling for several hours, I can't have this. We're gonna try something else." He unlocked and removed the plastic cage from my dick, rinsed it off and plopped it into a shallow pan of alcohol, then donned a fresh pair of nitrile gloves and pulled out a white paper and plastic envelope, which I recognized it as a catheter kit. After grabbing the CB-6000 and shaking off the alcohol, he opened the kit and removed the catheter, which he threaded through a hole I hadn't noticed in the end of the cock cage. "I like this model because it makes it easy to catheterize my boys," he noted with satisfaction as he carefully inserted the catheter up my dick, making me writhe in pleasure. When he was satisfied that I'd been fully cathed, he guided the plastic cage down the catheter to my crotch, re-locked the assembly onto my crotch, then guided me back over to the sling. He had me lay back, made sure I was comfortable, then walked up to my head. "Now I have to piss, boy. Open wide." And his put his semi-hard dick into my mouth, "don't suck it, just let it sit there for a minute while I relax my piss muscles." After a moment or two, I felt, then tasted, the warm liquid flowing from his dick. Now, I'm not just a cum pig and fist pig, I'm also a piss pig. I love drinking a man's piss. It's like liquid energy to me. A play buddy once said that I drank piss as if I needed it to exist...and that's what I found myself doing now. There wasn't a strong taste; it was kind of like a very weak tea...and the sexual energy it contained burned a path down my gullet into my belly. I moaned around his dick as I swallowed. "God damn, boy," he said, "you're sucking the piss right out of me! I could get used to this." After an eternity, he was done...and I realized that I needed to piss now more than ever, and told him so. "Let it go, boy," he said, "I've got the catheter blocked off; it's not going anywhere until I say so." I did, and felt the flow start, then stop abruptly. Suddenly, the flow started, and I wondered where it was going until it stopped again, and he said "Mmm. Nothing I like more than fresh boypiss from a properly caged boy. Delicious. Here, try some of your own, boy." He inserted the end of a plastic tube in my mouth, and I tasted my own piss. It wasn't the first time, and I knew from experience that I liked the taste. But having it fed to me this way was strangely exciting, almost as if were someone else's piss. My flow slacked off finally, and he removed the tube. I didn't see what he did with it. ""Be right back, boy," he said, then left for a few minutes, leaving me to swing gently in the sling, feeling very disconnected from my body, as if I were floating in space, listening to the quiet meditative music he'd put on. He returned, and placed the tube back in my mouth. "OK, let's see how this works," he said, and suddenly more piss was flowing into my mouth...but it wasn't mine; it was his. "Yep," he said with great satisfaction, "I cathed myself and ran a long tube so you'd have something to drink while I'm playing with your butt." One final strong burst of piss, and he was done. I found myself greedily sucking at the tube. "Whoa there, boy. You'll get more. I slugged back a bottle of beer and a couple of glasses of water, to make sure that you won't get dehydrated. Just keep that tube in your mouth. Here; this'll make it easier." He remove the tube from my mouth and fitted it with a sort of nipple onto the end, and placed the nippled tube in my mouth. "Sometimes I like to gag my boys, but I want to hear you moan for me this time." After a moment, I felt his gloved hands spreading lube around the entrance to my hole. Since I couldn't feel my dick, all I felt was his hand under my balls and rubbing gently against my sphincter. He slowly started massaging around my pucker, working slowly inward, relaxing each band of muscle incrementally. I moaned around the tube, a deep guttural moan from somewhere in my belly. A moan I hadn't known was there. I felt one finger, then two, then more, entering my butt, still massaging gently around and around. He coned his hand and started a very slow and gentle seesawing motion, working a little more of his hand into me with each pass. Reflexively, I reached down to play with my dick. "Bad boy!" he said, slapping my hand away, then gently slapping my dangling balls, enunciating each word with a slap. "Bad, Bad, BAD! You don't have a dick any more until I'm done with you!" Oddly, the pain in my balls only made me hornier. I hadn't ever been a pain pig before. What was going on? Then I felt his hand, the one still playing with my butt, start to slide home, and get stopped by the tension in my clenched hole. "I'm going to lay off your useless balls for now," he growled, "but only because I want your hole relaxed and open. Breathe slower and deeper. Now." And as I breathed deeply, I felt my hole begin to relax, and his hand started an agonizingly long slow slide home into my butt, which was quivering in anticipating. As his hand slid into my butt, a fraction of an inch, then a half inch, then an inch, then all the way home. I felt a scream erupt from my throat. Not a human scream; more like an animal. A jaguar, perhaps. "You sound like a cat, boy...maybe you're really a boypussy under all that butch exterior." I didn't care what he called me, as long as he kept that hand in my hole. It was like I'd lost the power of speech. All I could do at that point was yowl and moan. He moved his hand, and it felt like he curled it into a fist, centering it in a neutral position in the center of my butt. Every time he touched my prostate gland, a little shiver to pleasure went through me. Slowly, he started pistoning in and out, going a little further in each time, not quite going all the way out. His stroke speed and length continued to increase, along with my breathing. I didn't care any more if I had a dick, as long as he kept his hand up my butt. As he stroked, I felt myself letting go, releasing even more control, not even trying to clench around his incoming wrist. That's when he pulled his balled fist all the way out of my butt and I started screaming for him to put it back in. He re-coned his hand, put it in, made a fist, and continued pistoning, drawing out completely maybe every fifth or sixth stroke. I'd lost count of how many times he'd done this until I realized he wasn't coning his hand any more; I was so wide open he was punch-fisting me. My head reeled, and I would have swooned if I wasn't already lying down. I felt some liquid in my mouth. "Take a drink, boy; don't want you passing out now, it's just getting fun." When he saw that I was beginning to suck on the nipple in my mouth, he fiddled with something, and then I realized it was my own pent-up piss pouring into my mouth. Every time he pushed in or out past my bladder, another rush of my piss would gush into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, and it took me a while to work out the rhythm of fist IN, suck IN, fist OUT, suck IN, breathe, fist IN, suck IN... I have no idea how long he kept me in that hypnotic state, only that after some period of time, he stopped with his fist buried deep within me, fiddled with something, and told me to brace myself...then released a huge gusher of his own piss into my eagerly sucking mouth. He'd stopped to switch out the tubes. It was only later I found out he'd set up a three-way shunt with a handle so he could switch my feed between my bladder, his bladder, or neither. Obviously, he'd done this before. Suddenly, his hand started doing something different; he started rotating his fist, and at first I couldn't figure out why...until his knuckles started brushing up against my prostate. That's when the first of the orgasms hit. At least I think they were orgasms. Call them "buttgasms." I couldn't feel my dick, but it felt like I was spasming somewhere "down there". And each one got stronger. "Start sucking on that tube again, boy," he roared at me, and I felt the pressure in the line give as he worked the stopcock...and I realized that I was sucking down my own precum and cum along with the piss. Wow! "OK, boy, that's enough, I'm closing down the tube," and I felt the tube start to resist my sucking. It was then I realized that his hand wasn't in my ass any more, and I started whining like a dog. I couldn't see him, though I heard him doing something...and then I yelped as I felt his dick (with a condom, I later found out) slam into my wide open hole. "I only like fucking loose holes that were made loose by me. This is my way of marking my territory. Anyone who tries to fuck you for a long time will know that another man made you this loose, and will know that he's playing in my property." His dick wasn't long, but it was very, very thick, and it curved upwards so that the head slammed into my prostate each time he completed a penetration stroke. I felt myself on the edge of another anal orgasm, but couldn't quite get there. "On the edge? Good. I like 'em that way. Keeps you horny, keeps you interested. I'm 'bout ready to come now. Open up." With that, he pulled out, ripped off the condom, stood, and walked up to the head of the sling, where he started fucking my eager piehole. He got in maybe eight or ten strokes when he started bellowing, and a huge volley of cum gushed into my mouth. It wasn't bitter, it wasn't sweet, but the taste made my eyes roll up in my head again and I sucked greedily, eager for every precious drop. Eventually, he tried to pull out, but I redoubled my suction and wouldn't release, until he slapped me on the side of the face. Shocked, I released his still not yet soft dick. "That's for disobeying me, boy. Learn to let go on my command in the future. Stay there." He left the room, and I heard the sound of water running. He returned shortly, and went back to my feet, telling me to stay in the sling. I felt some tugging and other weird motions at my still-numb crotch. He helped me out of the sling, holding me so that my shaky knees didn't collapse. When he was sure I was OK, he gently pushed me down to my knees and stuck his mostly-soft dick in my mouth. Reflexively, I started to suck and was rewarded with a full force stream of piss to gulp down. When he was finished, he helped me up, and told me to get dressed. I noticed that he'd removed the chastity device from my dick, though it was still numb. I played with my dick, hefting the warm, alien, disconnected weight in my hand. "Oh yeah," he said, as if he'd totally forgotten to mention it in passing, "while I was cleaning you up, I swabbed down your dick and injected some a little more local anaesthetic. Your dick will be numb until at least tomorrow morning, maybe a little longer. I don't want you playing with your dick until you see me next. Play with your own butt all you want; it'll just make you more of a slave to my fist and dick, because it's the only way you'll be able to get close to getting off. If you're a good boy, next time I may let the numbing wear off so you can try to jack off with my hand up your butt." He guided me to the bathroom, had me take a warm shower, then had me dry off and dress and sent me on my way. "Call me when you need me," he smirked, "it won't be long." Well, that was rather high-handed, I thought, as I went home to go to bed. And lay awake, realizing that I was still virtually dickless and still horny. I tried playing with my own butt using my hand, but couldn't really reach my prostate. Playing with dildoes and other toys didn't help, either. They just couldn't scratch that one little itch the way His fist could. I slept fitfully, and in the morning when I peed, and my recently-abused urethra stung in the most delicious and erotic way--I would have sworn my dick twitched except it was still numb--I simply couldn't wait any more. I tried to get off again using my butt, and it just wasn't gonna happen. I felt like climbing the walls. At 8:00 AM, I called him. He sounded unsurprised. "You held out longer than most. Let me guess. You just can't get off, can you?" "No, not really." I muttered into the phone. "No, WHAT?!" he snarled. "No, SIR," I said between gritted teeth, hating myself for sounding like I was begging, but desperately needing and wanting to feel his hand up my ass again. "When can--uh, when MAY I come over, SIR?" There was a long pause and a strange noise, and I finally realized he was snickering. "You are one fine piece of work, little pussyboy. Also remarkably stubborn, but still, you're a fast learner. I'll give you two choices: Come over right now, and I'll bring you off again...but it will cost you." I felt close to sobbing with frustration. "What is the cost, Sir?" "Shut up; I'm not done talking. Come over now, or come over in two days. If you come over now, you'll go home with my chastity device on your dicklet and my collar around your neck, marking you as my property, and the key will remain around my neck until I'm ready for you again. Come over in two days, and I'll only numb up your crotch for 24 hours after, then you'll never see me again after I bring you off." My ass started twitching and pulsing. I could barely think. I said the first thing that came into my mind. Temporarily Dickless "Uh, Sir? What if I do both?" He laughed, a long, hearty, man's laugh. Deep. Sexy. "That was the right question, boy. And you'll find out the answer once you're over here and wearing my collar. You have one hour." As I frantically dressed, I mentally kissed my dick goodbye, because I'd never need it as long as Sir was in control of my ass. No, that wasn't right. As long as Sir handled my ass, I'd never WANT my dick. Strangely, I was OK with that. Temporary Employment I was four years out of college and had been working for an accounting firm when the company had an unexpected layoff that affected about 25 employees. They only gave me three weeks severance. I quickly began looking for a job but soon discovered that I knew that it was going to take a while to find a job. I was let go on Tuesday and would finish the rest of the week. My best friend is free spirit, quite the opposite of me. I have always been a little on the shy side and I guess you could say she helped me through high school and college to come out of my shell and get a little crazy now and then. She got a degree in business and then started up a couple of different businesses right out of college. One was on web based sales company and the other was selling risqué clothing and intimate adult relationship products. Part of her sells activities included throwing parties at peoples houses. She typically had two nights a week that she would go to parties sponsored by people. It happened that I was invited to one that a friend of ours had sponsored. Originally, I had debated on even going but given the type of week that I was having a wild night out to drink and have fun with friends sounded great. When I showed up that night I did not know what to expect. Jan first gave a little introduction about all the different products and that they were intended to enhance relationships between intimate couples and keep the spice in their sex life. She handed out a catalog and it had a wide variety of lingerie and at the end a number of adult lotions and toys. She opened a box and showed a selection of the adult toys. I know my face turned beat red and all the girls started giggling nervously. She made a casual statement about how she felt it was so hard to tell what lingerie would really look like from a catalog. With she said that she had a great idea and had asked Kim to help her out. With that a very attractive stepped out of the bedroom in a software white robe. She had beautiful long brown hair and green eyes. She came to the center of the room and then slide her robe off and placed it over a chair by Jan. Kim was wearing pretty silk pajama top and shorts. Kim moved around the circle and Jan told everyone that they should feel how soft the silk was and to imagine it against the skin. A few women reached up and felt the hem of the shirt and commented on how soft it felt. I was embarrassed a little to be looking at another person in intimate pajamas. She grabbed her robe and disappeared to the back bedroom again. A few minutes later she came out again in her robe and again slid it off and placed it on the chair. She moved slowly around the circle and showed everyone the lingerie. She would turn and show off it and many of the girls would touch the material to see what it felt like. The outfits were all very beautiful and it really did help know what it would be like to have it on. Kim continued to come out in different outfits and I noticed that they were slowly getting more risqué. A few outfits later she came out in a beautiful peach color teddy. It had lace down the front and over her stomach. You could see a hint of her nipples and of the small brown triangle of pubic hair. I caught myself looking closely at her and was even more surprised that several women slipped finger under the material at here hips to feel it and commented what they liked or did not like about it. The next outfit was white and half transparent. It really showed her small round nipples and pubic hair through the material. I could not believe I was actually getting horny at the party. The next outfit was a bra and panty set. She modeled a few of these. Before coming out in a bra and panty set that was very lacy with a bow over reach breast and three bows on the front of the panties. Jan explained how the bra and panties were open and held together with the bows. One friend asked how had it was to untie the bows and Jan told her she should untie one to see for herself. The women shyly reached up and pulled the bow on one of her breasts. It took a little tug but then it gave way. A slit on the front of the bra opened and her nipple popped out to the delight of the group. She stepped in front of me and I got up the nerve to pull the bow on the other breast. It took a little tug and then the stings fell away and her other nipple popped out. She moved to a couple more people and then a girl reached up to the crotch of her panties and pulled another bow string. The strings fell away a little bit of brown hair poked through the exposed slit. The next women pull the next string and the slit opened up far more and much of her pubic hair was visible to us. The next women pulled the last bow on her panties and the slit opened fully and her vagina lips became visible. Her inner lips were longer than her outer lips which made them visible. I had never really seen another female other than myself this up close. She was a very pretty woman and acted so natural even though she was almost naked. She tried on two more bra and panty sets. One of them had bows similar to the other one. The other one she came out in had snaps on it. I could not believe that the girls undid the snaps which were much harder than the bows. This caused them to touch all over her breast and her crotch opening them up. The next pair of panties was crotch less with only little straps on either side of her vagina leaving her crotch completely exposed with big slits over her breasts leaving them completely exposed as well. The next time Kim came out she was wearing the came crotch less panties and bra set but she was wearing something that had elastic straps that held a little butterfly directly over her vaginal lips. I did not understand this at first until Jan said that thanks to modern technology that their husbands would love this. She pulled out a little box and turned the knob on top. We all heard a suddenly little buzz and Kim jumped. We all realized at the same time it was a wireless little vibrator. She handed the controlled to the girl next to her. She looked at it a few seconds and then slowly turned the knob and Kim jumped again. She took her hand and actually placed if over the butterfly and smiled when she felt the vibrations. She turned the knob up and Kim placed her hand on the girls shoulder. She giggled again and then turned if off and handed it to the girl next to her and said "I'm getting one of those." Everyone cracked up laughing. I have to admit that I felt the butterfly as well and thought I had to try this for myself. Well that was the last thing that Kim modeled for us that evening. I could not believe that when the evening was over she had over 2,000 from what everyone had purchased. Kim had made $300 dollars modeling. When Jan mentioned what she gave Kim I joking said that in a couple of week I might have to try and be her model. Jan just said that would be great. She said that she did shows in another city every third week for four days in a row. She told me that Kim could never go to the other town and that sales were always better when she had a model. I laughed and said I was only joking that there was no way that I could ever do that. Jan laughed and told me of coarse I could that that I had the perfect body. Jan said that she first used a model that was really skinny and shaved her pussy and the parties did not go that well. Jan said that she thinks everyone thought of her as a porn star not someone like them. When she changed to Kim she said that she thought women looked at her and saw themselves. Jan said it doubled what people would buy at the parties. She asked me if I shaved and I laughed embarrassed and said of coarse not. She said perfect. I laughed and told her that I could never do model and she said she bet I would be great. Two weeks later Jan called me during the day when I was working on my résumé and she told me that she would pick me up at 4:00 and drive over for her business meeting in the city close to us. I told her no way and she said "oh, come on". She indicated that I did not have to model if I did not want to but she asked if I would come along just to make the trip more fun since I was not working. In the end I went with her that afternoon and went to the part the next evening. Jan actually was right that without Kim modeling the party was fun but did not create the same atmosphere. We talked about it that evening at the hotel and I had to agree that it would help if Kim was there. She said that it was heard to find the right in this city. She again told me I would be the perfect model. I laughed and told her no way. She said that I could just try doing some of them but did not have to do the crotch less one or see through ones. We drank and laughed but I would not agree. The next day she continued to encourage me saying we were in another city and no one would ever know me. The following evening I went with her and as she was setting up she took me into the bed room and took out a box and placed it on the bed. She told me that she got the outfits together and all I had to do was wear them one of a time in the order they were stacked in the box and that I could just stop when I thought the outfits got too risqué. I still told her I could never do it. We both left the room and went to the dinning room. Jan started talking to the group of women and showing the catalog. I told her I needed to use the rest room. I went up the hall way and used the rest room. I came out passed the bedroom that she had placed the box of clothes. I paused and went in the bedroom and opened the box. Sure enough the beautiful silk pajamas were on top of the pile. I sat a minute listening to Jan go through the sales pitch in the other room. I held the silk in my hand and giggled that I could not believe I was even considering this. As I listened to Jan voice I slowly began to undo my shirt. Once I started I took off my clothes really fast almost as though I had to do it before I changed my mind. I slipped on the silk pajama and looked in the mirror. I really did look beautiful I thought. I slipped on the while robe and walked back into the living room and sat beside Jan. The women eyes were no on me and Jan giggled delightfully as she introduced me and explained the need to actually be able to see the clothes on to know how they would look. Jan then put here hand on my knee as gentle encouragement to show them the silk pajamas. I stood and slowly slid the robe off and everyone smiled as they saw the silk pajamas. Jan talked about how soft they were and sure enough a couple people got up the nerve to feel the material. The rest of the evening went the same as when Kim had modeled the clothing. I wore the see through clothes but did not do any of the crotchless panty sets. When we left and were in the car Jan told me I was awesome and that this was the best show that she had ever had in that city. She reminded me how all the women had thanked me for modeling and told me how beautiful I was. I now understood how a model felt and how people could really get an ego high from doing stuff like this. Jan gave me 300 dollars just like Kim and must have thanked me a hundred times that night in our hotel. Jan is such a positive upbeat person that it is hard not to feed off of her energy. Needless to say over the next two evening I modeled again and even did the bow tie crotch less panties but that was as far as I went. Well Jan booked parties quicker in the other city after than and I suddenly found myself going back and doing more modeling. The third trip I actually did the whole set including the butterfly. I was so embarrassed but also so excited. Well I have to say that I ended up doing this business with Jan for four years until we became partners in both her businesses. We found additional models and did a few more cities and employed people to expand what we were doing. I am married now and it is funny that my husband has never found out that I modeled for several years in the beginning. He just assumed that I never did that part of the business. I must admit that it got rid of my shyness and created an inner strength that has taken me far in life and in my marriage with my husband. I must admit though that every once in a while I would love to model one more time just for old time sake. Hmmm, I guess you never know. Temporary Exposition I wasn't sure what to make of it at first. I was dating this girl named Jacqueline, and we'd only been together about a month. She was pretty reserved -- not only was she the "librarian type," she actually worked at the downtown library, where I first met her. Her style was fashionable but conservative, and she tended to blush if our conversation turned to sex. On the other hand, the sex itself was great (even if it was limited to four or five basic positions), and once we got going she was not afraid to show off her stunning body to me. Tall and curvy, she had pale skin with a dusting of freckles. Her tits were amazing -- big and soft, but perfectly shaped and perky in utter disregard for the laws of physics. We were riding the subway back from a movie on a weeknight, and as we neared the end of the line, we realized the car had emptied out. We were the only ones there, sitting on a bench at the rear of the train. She looked around for a moment, and I noticed her neck and cheeks were flushed. Suddenly she turned toward me and practically pounced on me, pressing her lips against mine and feverishly kissing me, her tongue surging into my mouth. I hesitated for a second, stunned by her behavior. She pulled back and looked at me with a wicked little grin, grabbed my hand and pushed it up under her skirt. No more hesitation -- I cupped her warm pussy through her panties, feeling the dampness there already. She sighed and wriggled her hips, then turned to kiss me again. Before I really started to grasp what was going on, she was on her knees in front of me, squeezed between our seat and the one in front, unzipping my jeans and fishing my cock out of my boxers. I wasn't even really hard yet, but she started rubbing my cock on her face and lips, smiling and making eager cooing noises. By the time she eased her moist lips around the head and began gently sucking, I was hard as steel. The soft brown curls of her hair were falling in front of her face as she bobbed up and down, sucking and slurping as her hand pumped my shaft. It felt exquisite, her usual skill at blowjobs augmented by her sudden passion. After a few moments, Jacqueline's hand stopped stroking and she held still, simply holding my cock in her mouth. She seemed to be fiddling with something beneath the seat, and then her hand reappeared holding her panties, which she dropped onto the seat beside me. Her stroking and sucking resumed momentarily, my own groans of pleasure matched by the happy sounds she was making. At that point, the train emerged from a tunnel and pulled into a station. Startled, Jacqueline jumped up and away from my cock and sat down quickly on the seat next to me (where her panties were). She was scanning the platform nervously, hoping no one had seen her. At the same time, her left hand was still wrapped firmly around my cock, slowly jacking it up and down. I was still hard as a statue when the train doors slid open. No one got on, and after a moment a recorded female voice said, "Step back from the doors -- doors closing," twice. The train resumed its journey and we still had the car to ourselves. I looked at the subway map and saw that a long section of the line was between us and our final stop. Jacqueline noticed this as well. I was sitting in the aisle seat, so she stood and squeezed past me, keeping a grip on my thick cock the whole time. She stood there, practically in the middle of the car, and hiked her skirt up around her waist. This exposed her pantiless ass to me, but I didn't have time to admire the view. She straddled my left leg and lowered herself to my lap, using her hand to carefully guide my cock into her pussy. I was still slick with her saliva, and her pussy was creamy wet, so she sat down in my lap and took every inch of my meat straight into herself. Both of us moaned in ecstasy. Her pussy was silky smooth and warm, and the odd angle she was sitting at added some extra sensations. I couldn't believe she was doing this. Even with no one else in the car, she was completely exposed, her legs apart with my penis filling her up. It would have been quite a show if anyone had been there to watch. Jacqueline was really into it even without an audience, and quickly began to slide her pussy up and down my dick. She was clutching the seatback for balance and using her strong thigh muscles (she plays soccer twice weekly) to pump herself up and down. I wasn't really doing any work -- my sweet librarian girl was fucking herself senseless on my cock. She was loving every second (and inch) of it, too. Her pussy was sopping wet and her moans were building in volume. The whole scene was so hot I knew I wouldn't last long, but she was so far gone she didn't even make it as far as me. Jacqueline suddenly slammed her pussy up and down with quick, hard thrusts, and she reached down to rub her clit back and forth while she fucked me. I watched as her back arched, her thighs began to tremble and she yelled out the word "Fuck!" as she came. She came hard and long, and I was right there with her. Seeing my girl turn into my own personal nympho before my eyes sent me right over the edge, and soon I was thrusting my cock into her as my own thighs were quaking. I blasted several huge spurts of come into her pussy as she continued to work it up and down on my pulsing shaft. Neither of us had said a word since the moment she started kissing me, but Jacqueline came down from her orgasm high a bit and realized how exposed she was. "Oh my God," she said, and quickly got off of me, smoothed her skirt down and sat down beside me, her legs pressed tightly together. "I can't believe I just did that." About a week later, we spent an afternoon shopping at the mall. It was a lovely day together, and it was made even more pleasant by Jacqueline constantly teasing me. When we first arrived that morning, we sat for a moment in my car in the parking lot discussing where we wanted to shop. Without warning, Jacqueline popped off her seatbelt and flipped up the sun dress she was wearing, revealing to me that she wasn't wearing any panties at all underneath. Not only that, but she gave me a wicked grin, kicked her legs up onto the dashboard and spread them wide before giving her neatly trimmed pussy a few long, luxurious strokes. All this in broad daylight in a busy parking lot. My mouth was dry (not to mention my cock was stiffening) with excitement. "I love the look on your face when I do stuff like this," she laughed. Jackie and I had spent some time talking about what happened on the subway, and she explained that she'd always fantasized about fooling around in a public or semi-public place. Even so, she was surprised by how much it turned her on, and she had every intention of exploring this new thrill further. So her parking lot antics weren't totally shocking to me. Still, it was quit a departure for my previously reserved girlfriend. The teasing didn't let up once we were in the mall. Jacqueline would brush up against me, wiggling her ass against my cock, and flash her pussy at me whenever we were in a part of a store with no other people around. She really liked a furniture store we visited -- it was huge and had an area in the back with a bunch of bedroom sets on display. There were no employees or customers in sight, so Jackie dropped to her hands and knees next to a bed, giggling and saying something about wanting to check out the duvet. But as soon as she was down there, she flipped her dress up over her back, totally exposing the perfect curve of her ass. I moved over to look closer, getting a great view of her pussy from behind. I even reached down to slide my fingers along her folds and tease her clit, but it made her moan a bit too loudly. She wanted to have fun, not get arrested, so she made me stop. While eating lunch at the food court, she dropped a plastic spoon under the table and asked me to get it for her. When I got down there, I saw that she had her right leg propped up on the bench of the booth we were sitting in, her legs apart and her dress pulled up. Jacqueline's pussy was spread open right in front of me, and I could tell she was wet. It all culminated with a trip to a lingerie store. I felt like I was about to burst -- I just wanted to take her home and fuck her brains out. But Jackie wanted to get a sexy outfit. She picked something made of sheer black fishnet material, then grabbed me and yanked me into the dressing room, saying, "I need you to see if this looks OK on me!" She never had any intention of trying on the lingerie (as if there was ever any question that she would look stunning in it). She sat down on the little bench, lifted her dress and spread her legs. "Would you please eat my pussy?" she asked, biting her lip and looking up at me. She looked so delicious right then, there was no force in the universe that could have made me say no. I dropped to my knees, gave Jacqueline a smile, and planted a soft kiss on her thigh. First on the left side, then on the right. My lips were inches from her pussy, and I could smell the sweet tang of her juices. She didn't really need any teasing at that moment. I gave her a long, slow lick from the tender flesh below her pussy, up along her lips, ending with a flick of my tongue across her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips involuntarily. I eagerly licked some more, lapping at her pussy lips, dipping my tongue inside to taste her. My chin was soon soaked with her juices. Looking up, I could see that she had unbuttoned her dress and pulled her tits out the top so she could tug her nipples as I ate her. I moved up to focus on her clit, swirling my tongue over it. Her breathing sped up, and she grabbed my hair in her hand and pulled my face tight against her cunt. "Suck it...suck my clit," she moaned. I did as told, closing my lips around her skin so I could suck on her clit. My tongue continued to dance across it while I sucked, increasing the pressure as her back arched, her ass lifted from the bench, her fingers pulled at my hair and her breath started coming in quick gasps. When her thighs began to shake, I knew she was there -- I sucked hard and gently dragged my teeth across her clit. It was the final straw. Jackie exploded, grinding her pussy up and down against my face and grunting in ecstasy, trying not to make too much noise. When she finally came down, she started giggling. She looked amazing, sitting there with her legs spread and dress up, exposing her pink pussy. Those perfect breasts were spilling out of the dress, and her face was lit up by a contented smile. I was incredibly turned on. I had stood up to gaze at her, and she noticed the bulge in my jeans. "Mmmm, your turn now." She slid to her knees and undid my pants to get at my cock. I wasn't too far from coming to begin with, but when she slid her lips over the head and started slowly, sensually working her mouth up and down, I couldn't hold out long. She sensed me getting close, pulled back and stroked my cock in front of her face, and whispered up to me, "God, I want it. I want to taste it. Feel it all over me. God I want your hard cock to come on me. Come on me..." Well, I'm only human. That was all I could take. My cock erupted as she jerked it, aimed at her face. An entire afternoon's worth of teasing had built up a lot of pressure, and I blew one of the biggest loads I have ever seen. Thick ropes of creamy come arced into the air and splattered across her face. Shot after shot, some of it landing in her dark hair to hang there like pearly jewels. My come spurted across her lips, onto her outstretched tongue and into her waiting mouth. It was dripping off her chin and onto her still-exposed breasts. Jacqueline was smiling and laughing the whole time. "Wow!" she exclaimed through a mouthful of come. She swiped her tongue across her upper lip, collecting a big splatter of jizz, then swallowed everything that was in her mouth with a grin. She sat there on her knees looking up at me. I thought she'd looked good before, but now...she had come on her freckled cheeks, her forehead, on her shoulders and still more was dripping onto her tits, which were soon covered themselves. With a seductive look, she began scooping up come with her fingers wherever she could find it, then licked her fingers clean. When my jaw dropped, she said, "Well, I didn't bring a towel to clean up with. I can't go out into the mall like this." She finished her cleanup by cupping her full, soft breasts and pushing them up to her mouth. Her pink tongue lapped the come from her tits like a kitten eating cream. She spent extra time running her tongue across her nipples. When she couldn't find anymore come, she gave a sigh and pulled her dress back into place. "Guess we'd better get going." I was in a daze, so I just nodded and we left the changing room. Jackie went to the counter to buy the outfit she wanted, and the cashier (her nametag said 'Melissa') gave us a mischievous grin. Jacqueline gave a sly smile of her own. After that, we walked through the mall to get back to the parking lot. I was finally recovering my senses at that point. We got in the car, and Jackie took a quick look in the mirror to check her lipstick. Suddenly, she covered her mouth with her hands and yelped. She turned to me, her face turning red, saying "Oh my God!" "What?" I asked, concerned. She turned her head slightly and pointed at her hair. Two large, glistening strands of semen were hanging just above her right ear. "I just walked through the mall with come in my hair!" Her shrieks of embarrassment quickly dissolved into a fit of laughter, neither of us able to stop. Whenever we'd calm down, she'd turn her head to look in the mirror, and we'd fall apart laughing again. Finally she mopped away the come with a tissue and we headed home. Needless to say we fucked each other senseless that night.