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A Night In

By: rastaman170



My name is Eric I'm 30 and live in London with my wife Suzie. I have always been a fan of kinky sex and have experienced many of my fantasies. But nothing prepared me for what happened one Tuesday night. I came home from work as usual tired and frustrated I always hated taking the tube. 

As I came in I took off my jacket and put it on the coat stand also on the stand was a few of my wife's coats including the one I had kissed her goodbye in that morning, next to this was a small tailored pink, white fur trimmed coat I had never seen before. As I went into the living room I saw a sight witch turned me on no end.

My wife was on the couch naked apart from a leather thong holding a whip. Kissing her was a tall blonde with almost the most perfect tits I had ever seen. She was wearing a short black leather mini skirt. My wife was in ecstasy; I stood just stud there cock getting harder by the second.

"Hum hum" I managed to squeeze out they both looked up and smiled 

"Hello" they both said at exactly the same time

the blonde had a weird Swedish accent, weird and very sexy. They both stud up and walked towards me. My wife started taking off my shirt and the blonde kneeled down and started taking off my pants. My stiff cock popped out. 

Soon I was completely naked the blonde I was to learn named Katrina was indeed Swedish but also an escort girl in Amsterdam for people with unusual tastes. Suzie went behind the sofa and brought a bag and said, "Put that on or I will whip you"

her whip had a thick handle and a lot of long strips of leather, in her other hand she had some handcuffs. She had given me a small black crotch less PVC thong.

She gave the handcuffs to Katrina. She handcuffed my hand behind my back and smacked my arse with the back of her hand she smiled seductively. 

My wife appeared in my field of vision strapped to her crotch was the biggest dildo I had ever seen Katrina kneeled in front of Suzie and took the head if the dildo into her mouth she got a tube of KY jelly and started rubbing it up and down the dildo as if masturbating it. My wife then took the dildo off and said "Maybe Later eh"

Katrina then stud up and said 

"We've got another surprise" 

"Yes we do and you are gonna like this" Suzie continued

Katrina unzipped her mini skirt and let it drop to the floor sticking out hard as anything was a cock not a dildo this woman this sexy Swedish blonde had a cock.

My wife got down on her knees and began sucking it taking this woman's cock in her mouth I was fighting my hard on. My wife got on the floor so I could see her spread eagled in front of me Katrina kneeled down and started fucking my wife's this was very sexy for me I had always wanted to see a she male fucking a woman it had always been a dream of mine. My wife was clearly enjoying it Katrina began to grone and my wife began to cum she was panting like crazy and then they both came together and flopped over each other. 

After a few minutes Suzie stud up and strapped on her dildo and said 

"Your turn now Bitch" 

They took me and bent me over the arm of the sofa. I hoped Katrina would be first 

The thought of that dildo breaking my ass cherry made me shiver with fear and excitement. I felt a hand on my ass spreading the cheeks I felt a tongue on my ass hole

First one finger entered then another they were both lubed up I could feel it the fingers began to move in opposite directions stretching my virgin ass hole I felt the cold touch of the KY jelly tube filling my ass with it's stickiness then my wife said 

"Are you ready" 

I nodded Suzie then brought the dildo to bear on my ass grabbed my cheeks and eased her cock head into me she pushed and it stung as she pushed I could feel it filling up my ass she pushed and pushed until it was about half the way in then she started to pull out my ass muscles started to relax the with one almighty push she forced it in this first big thrust made me groan in pain then suddenly she pulled out once more and forced it in all the way she then began to fuck me and I began to get very turned on I began to thoroughly enjoy the dildo in my ass.

A Night In



She decided to wear for the date a black Basque made of satin with transparent lacy bra cups, and with a tightly clinched waist, long black suspenders; the matching thong-cut black satin panties finished the underwear ensemble.


She pulled on the Basque and fastened the series of hooks into the eyes at the back, using the tightest of the three possible positions. As she worked her way up from the bottom to the top and the feeling of constriction increased, she felt her excitement growing with it. She settled her breasts comfortably into the bra cups, which pushed them up into a deep cleavage. 

Sitting on the bed, she unwrapped a packet of stockings. They were silky and soft to the touch. She rolled one into a pocket then inserted her toe; amazed at the way the glossy material seemed to transform her flesh, encasing it in sheen of shadowy black. She rolled the second stocking on in the same fashion, and then clipped the front and side of the stockings into the long suspenders that hung down from the hem of the Basque.


She stood up and examined herself in the mirror. The dark blonde hair on her pubic bone seemed to be framed by the Basque at the top, the long black suspenders at the sides and the stocking tops at the bottom. The suspenders snaking over her hips made her legs look even longer, the welts of the stockings had made her thighs look soft and creamy. The black panties were laid on the bed. She picked them up and stepped into them, drawing them up her legs and over her hips. Her clitoris reacted strongly as the silky material nestled in against her sex. 

The panties revealed the crease of her pelvis and clung tightly to the triangle of her pubic hair. She ran her hand down over the gusset of the panties to try and soothe it but this only made matters worse and it throbbed energetically as her fingers stroked her labia. In the mirror she watched as her hand glided down between her legs, caressing the black satin. Thoughts of him excited her. 


She dressed quickly now, eager to see her lover. She wore a red dress; it was a sleeveless silk sheath dress with a turtleneck and teardrop cut out that revealed a lot of the cleavage that the tight Basque created. The skirt was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings...but only just. 


As they walked to the car, he pulled her close into his side, his hand resting on the curves of her hips; the feel of her warm soft body and scent of her perfume awakened his senses.  This lady always thrilled him with her presence, whether it was her humour or the fact that she seemed to know intuitively how to please him, and sometimes exactly what he was thinking.  He couldn’t turn around and say that he was in love, but if this feeling as he walked along the street close to her soft curvy body was love, then at this moment he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. 

He opened the car door for her and watched her legs swing round to enter, his eyes caught sight of the tops of her stockings, and the familiar stirrings in his groin began.  Sometimes just her smile did this to him, and now he had the unpleasant knowledge of a car drive to the restaurant and a whole meal with a raging erection.  Damn, he thought, I should have just pushed her back into the room when I saw her looking like this.

As he got into the drivers side, he saw that she was sat twisted from the waist so that she could face him.

“Baby, all of a sudden I don’t feel hungry for food…can we go back inside and just stay in this evening?” 

His insides lurched as her green eyes spokes volumes more than her few words.  His eyes were mesmerised by the way her lips had stayed parted as if suspended in time after her last word.  Gulping, he got out of the car and joined her as she did the same and stood in the chilled night air.  Towering above her, he held her close, his gaze holding hers as he bent to kiss her.  Oh, god those lips of hers, so soft and supple, how they reminded him of two beautiful kissable pillows.  Giggling, she took his hand and they walked back to her house.

It was the sight of him in a suit that had done it; the crisp white of his shirt had flattered his face so well, his tan glowing in the soft light of the room.  His body looked so wonderful encased in the black silky looking suit.  His dark, wavy hair straying down onto his face slightly, she just couldn’t resist him.

Once they had got back into the house, they kissed again, her hunger showed in the way she pushed herself against him, her hips rocking in a rhythm of their own need against his leg.  Her arms snaked around his neck as she started to pull him towards the lounge.  Once in the room she stood away from him and reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it slowly up and over her body.  As the dress reached her hair, she paused.  She stood there, hands up in the air holding the dress, her nearly naked body exposed to him, her breasts raised to the point of almost spilling from their prison.  As the dress broke free and she could see again, she smiled as he stood watching her.

“Oh wow darling, you look good enough to eat,” He almost growled as he stepped towards her.  His hands reached out to touch the pale skin of her neck and chest; his ran his fingers over the mounds of her large soft tits.  He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him as he saw her eyes close in desire.

She felt weak as he held her with one hand, the strength of his grasp made her stop still as if waiting for a command.  Right then her whole body felt as if it was his to use, and oh she hoped so much, abuse.

Swinging her around, he pushed her firmly against the wall, his eyes watching her breath causing those delicious creamy mounds to move faster.  With one swift yank, he pulled the front of the Basque down and set them free.  There was no way anyone would consider these tits perfect, not quite firm, yet not sagging, just soft voluptuous pillows of delight.  His large hand grabbed at her, and pushed her tit hard and close to her chest, his thumb and forefinger pinching roughly on the nipple.  She moaned in excitement as his mouth moved to encompass her large pink nipples.  Her head span as his teeth and tongue played with her.  She whimpered as his teeth pulled the delicate flesh from her body, as his hand toyed and squeezed on the other tit. She almost purred as he began to suck strongly on the nipple, the exquisite pain as his hungry mouth almost devoured her.  Moving her hands to his head, she began to run her fingers through his hair, and over his strong neck, pushing his jacket from his shoulders, till he shook it free and allowed it to fall to the floor.

She began to laugh as he buried his face in between both tits and just seemed to revel in them.  She joked about his being her tit man as he rubbed his face deep in the cleavage, his tongue running over them as he moved about.  
He stood and placed the palm of his hand on her softly rounded stomach, making her stand straight with her back to the wall.  His fingers curled into the waist of her panties and pulled them down swiftly and with an expert fluidity.  He walked from her and picked up a dining chair from the other room.  Placing it slightly to her side, he hooked up her leg and planted her foot firmly down upon it.  Leaving her stood there with her pussy exposed and her tits hanging free.  His eyes just hungrily roamed over her body, his cock raging as he saw her flush from his scrutiny.  He loved the way that this fiery woman could sometimes be reduced to an almost virgin like state once stood exposed like this to him.  
Kneeling down, he nuzzled his mouth against the soft flesh of her stomach, and his hand caressed the creamy flesh of her exposed thigh.  She gasped as he assaulted her pussy with his tongue.  One hand held the lips open wide as his tongue moved in long slow strokes from her clit to her cunt hole.  He moved his other hand up to her wetness as he continued to stroke.  With force he rammed four fingers deeply into the tightness of her cuntal walls and began to thrust them into her, making her whole body move harshly against the rough wall.

Oh God how it hurt, yet how good it felt, almost as if she were splitting in two, but she knew that he knew what he wanted and that no matter what this glorious man did to her, she would enjoy it.  She screamed as his teeth gripped her clit and bit down, she almost collapsed as he began to shake his head side to side, delivering to her the most fantastic sensations she had ever experienced.  The large hand was still thrusting into her as her orgasm came, if not for his hand and head supporting her she would have fallen, as her sweet juices splashed over his hand and onto his waiting tongue.

He delighted as she came with her usual flourish, he adored the way she squirted like an ejaculation, his tongue lapped eagerly at her sweet nectar.  Standing up, he bent to kiss her, swapping her taste to her mouth.  Her juice from his cheeks and chin rubbing against her own face as he kissed her hungrily.  The knowledge of her cum all over their faces was just heightening their state of arousal.

Tenderly he pushed down to her knees in front of him.  He let go of her and unbuckled his belt, and pulled it free from his trousers.  Bending over her, he pulled her arms behind her back and tied the belt around her wrists, securing her hands tightly behind her.  Slipping his free hand into her soft, almost short, dark blonde hair to raise up her head, he opened his fly and pushed his pants down out of the way to allow his cock loose from the tight confines.  It sprang free, and its hardness slapped at her face.

Her mouth instinctively opened, and took the head of his beautiful cock in.  His hand in her hair dictated the movement of her head, but her lips and tongue was her own domain.  As he began a slow rhythmic rocking of his hips, she lolled her tongue around his member, stopping to suck now and then, she dipped her tongue into his cum hole to lap at his hot pre-cum, and began to now suck and nip his cock with her lips. Forming for him with her mouth a cunt to fuck.  His thrusts began to increase in strength and she struggled to keep up with him, she held her breath as his movements began to get jerkier, with a hard thrust she gagged as his cock shot to the back of her throat and he banged into her in a frenzy, his tight balls resting on her chin as his load of hot seed began to splash deep into her throat.  He withdrew quickly and watched as his cum splashed at her face and down over her breasts.  One arm supporting him with the wall behind them, he moved to stroke the remains of his cum out and over her, which she tried to catch with her tongue.  His soft contented grunts echoed around the room as she nosily cleared all the cum that she could from her face, and his cock.

She knew that the nosier she was the happier he would be, so she slurped and guzzled his cum with all her might.  Kneeling down in front of her, he wrapped his arms around her to loosen her from the belt. Then he moved to kiss her, their tongues lashed at each other as they shared his taste.  Catching their breaths, they moulded against one another.  

Recovering, he pulled her to her feet and swooped her up in his arms, cradling her soft body against his.  He carried her up the stairs to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.  Lying down beside her, he removed firstly the remains of his clothes then stripped her too.  They melted into a passionate kiss and began again the process of their mutual delights.



A Night In



Standing in the doorway her eyes scan the room, flicking over the objects she had set out earlier, a small smile lifting her lips as her eyes rest on one object in particular, a soft laughfilling the silence. Nodding her head in satisfaction she turns to leave just as the doorbell sounds, racing towards the front she quickly pulls open the door, her grin growing wider as she spies her lover standing on the other side. 

Her gaze lifts to the eyes of the one before her, her hand rises, the backs of her fingers brushing lightly against her lovers cheek, gently caressing the flesh she knows so well. Quickly dropping her hand she curls her fingers around one hand and tugs, leading them both inside, her other hand lifting to push the door closed behind them. 

Leaning close against her lover she whispers softly... "ready for your birthday surprise baby? " A finger lifts quickly to press against lips about to speak .. "shhhh no words, just nod" Her grin spreads wider as lips brush against her finger, the nod from her lover sending her anticipation for the nights events soaring higher. 

Walking backwards, hands linked, eyes locked, she leads her lover down the hall, stopping just before the door to her bedroom. Her hand reaches out to lift the silk blindfold dangling from the handle, a grin, purely wicked, dances across her features as she lifts it higher to twirl between their faces. 

A slight frown creases her lovers face, lips part in query, quickly stifled as a finger presses once more against the soft flesh, her head shaking slightly, eyes twinkling as she gently reminds .... "shhhh, surprise remember" Still laughing softly to herself she quickly lifts the blindfold and slips it over enquiring eyes, smoothing errant curls beneath the elastic. 

Taking one hand in hers she turns and opens her bedroom door, leading her blindfolded lover into the darkened room, candles flickering gently on the dresser casting soft shadows against the far wall. Slowly walking backwards she carefully guides the way to the bed, gently pressing against silk covered shoulders as she turns and eases her lover back onto the satin sheets. 

Bending she swiftly dispenses with shoes and socks, hands running lightly against bare soles before carefully placing her lovers legs onto the bed, her hands sliding higher along denim clad calves. Drifting hands linger against thighs, slip higher and rest against narrow hips, fingers curling into the waistband, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the backs of her fingers brush against her lovers flesh. 

Slipping around her fingers press the button through its tight enclosure, gripping the tiny clasp, silently sliding the zipper to the base, a soft moan sounding above her head drawing her gaze. A soft shake of her head and her hand reaches up to gently tap her lovers wandering hand before it reaches the blindfold and exposes the surprise. 

Hands leaving their task she turns and opens a drawer, a hand reaching inside and wrapping around the silky smooth scarves she slipped in there earlier. Gaze dropping to the body laid out on her bed, giggles slipping past soft full lips, she slides her free hand down the sun kissed arm before her. Lifting an arm to her lips, pressing a lingering kiss against the flesh before sliding it high on the bed, fingers deftly securing a wrist against the headboard before reaching for its twin and subjecting it to the same treatment. 

Dropping her gaze to her lovers face she sees a tongue snaking out against a full lower lip, her own tongue flicking against her lip in response before she bends to drop a light kiss against the pouting lip. Quickly lifting, a giggle suppressed as a moan trembles past her lovers lips, she turns her gaze back to the unfinished task, hand dropping to peel the fabric back. 

Her own moan sounds low in her throat as she glimpses the tanned flesh beneath the fabric, a nail reaching out to trail against the flesh, pressing deeper as the soft moan from above deepens into a low groan. Body writhing beneath her touch she slides her hand higher, ducking beneath the silken material of a shirt, nails teasing against quivering flesh. 

Slipping her hand back out, fingers reach to grip small buttons, sliding them easily through their holes, her lips dropping to press kisses against the flesh as it is exposed inch by inch. Parting the material as the last button slips from its hole, her eyes drift over the sight before her, a low moan passing her lips as one hand drifts toward an erect nipple, finger slowly circling the hard bud. 

Teeth sinking to her lower lip, her fingers move to grip the nipple, twisting gently before tugging harder against the tiny nub, lifting it high, her lovers body jerking from the bed in response. Releasing the tiny bud, her mouth drops against the flesh surrounding it, tongue trailing slowly, drawing closer to the tasty morsel. 

Lips move to cover the bud, tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh, her lovers body tensing beneath her lips, lifting higher, pressing closer, soft whimpers, sounding faintly, float over her bent head. Groaning low in her throat, her lips close over the tight bud, drawing it deeper into her mouth, warm moist tongue wrapping around it lovingly. 

Moving onto the bed, leg lifting over the writhing body beneath her, knees gripping tight against the narrow hips of her lover, her other hand moves to tease the lonely nipple, tip jutting high, eager for her touch. Hips press down against the hips beneath her, groins rubbing together slowly, hands sliding against the bare flesh below her, nails raking lightly as they drift lower. 

Lifting her head, tongue darting out for one last teasing flick against the moist nipple, her mouth moves higher, lips slipping easily against the slick flesh beneath her. Sighing softly, warm breath washing over her lovers neck as she slowly eases her way higher, lips brushing lightly against the tender flesh beneath an ear. 

Teeth nip lightly at the small lobe, tugging gently, the soft moans so close to her own ear urging her on. Growling lightly, one last tug before she releases the swollen flesh, she slips her tongue lower, the tip trailing down an arched throat, dipping into the hollow at the base. 

Shifting lower on the bed, her tongue trailing in her wake, pausing to tease each nipple in turn before continuing on its journey. Pausing briefly, her tongue suddenly dips, slipping easily into the navel that blocks its path, circling slowly inside before lifting and trailing around the edges of the tiny hole. 

Hands slide down to grip the edges of the denims, fingers curling against the material as she pushes it back and down, slowly tugging it lower, revealing more bare flesh to her touch. Tongue slipping to lick at a jutting hipbone, tracing along the sharp edge, dipping back down into the hollow before trailing back to the other side to treat its twin to the same loving touch. 

Shifting lower still, her hands tug the denims as she progresses, lips continuing to press against the smooth flesh as she moves. Crouching at the base of the bed, her hands tug the denims over her lovers feet, mouth continuing to trail after the material, pressing lingering kisses against the newly exposed flesh. 

Tossing the jeans onto the floor she turns back to survey the body before her, shadows from the candlelight flickering over glistening flesh, dancing slowly against the golden skin. Hands drop to cover taut thighs, fingers curling against the muscles, pressing lightly as she slides them higher, fingertips brushing against the soft material of underwear. 

Lifting her eyes, her gaze drifts slowly up the writhing body before her, back arched up from the bed, hips moving side to side, body responding eagerly to her touch. Glancing higher her eyes take in hands clenched tight against their restraints, knuckles white with strain as they try to tug themselves free of their bonds. 

Low groans fill the silent room as she slides her hands against the body trapped beneath her, nails rake lightly against the tender flesh as she slips her hands lower. Fingers curl against bent knees, gently pressing down as she pushes them further apart, her own body moving to slip between them. 

Settling her ass against her feet, her hands continue their journey, trailing higher, head dipping low as her tongue follows in their wake, pausing to dip teasingly into the junction of thigh and groin, laughing softly to herself as she quickly jerks back when a low growl sounds above her head. 

Leaning close to the body beneath her, yet not touching, her breasts a whispers breath away from the eager flesh below her, nipples lightly graze against a taut stomach as she slips higher. Her hands moving onto the bed as she crawls further along, her head lowering to rest next to the tousled curls of her lover, voice a husky whisper as she asks "ready lover?" 

Voice low with need, her lover moans "ohh god yes", body writhing beneath hers, arching up, making contact, skin pressing against skin. Grinning to herself, one hand reaches out to the bedside table, fingers sliding easily into the bowl she had placed their earlier. 

Shivering as her fingers come in contact with the ice cubes within the bowl she slides them deeper, gripping one large cube she brings it back to her mouth, tongue flicking out against the square, catching a drop of icy water before it falls upon her lovers hot flesh. 

Grinning wickedly to herself she slowly lowers her hand, the icy cube hovering above one hard nipple, a small drop of liquid forming against the tip, hovering momentarily before dropping against the hot bud. A hiss of breath escaping taut lips as a body jerks up against the coolness, pressing against the cold square. A low growl sounds within the room as her lover pushes higher, pressing an anxious body against the coolness, soft laughter floating past her lips as she snatches the cube away from the eager body, her teasing touch far from finished. 

Eyes drifting over the writhing body beneath her, laughter dancing within their depths as she holds the cube just out of reach. A muffled moan as teeth sink into a swollen lip, head thrown back against the pillows as her lover struggles against silken restraints. 

Sinking her own teeth into her lower lip, she lowers the cube once more, letting the frozen object make contact with the heated flesh, pressing down against the hard bud, flattening it against the burning flesh. Grinning at the soft purr passing through lips above her she moves her hand slightly, the cube sliding easily against the smooth flesh below it. 

Slowly circling the jutting bud, tracing around, spreading further with each circle she leans closer, tongue trailing in the cubes wake, licking the moisture from her lovers body. Her own moans lifting to blend with her lovers, her hand slides across bronzed flesh, pausing at a darkened peak, moving to circle around the tight bud. 

Mouth lifting to close over the cool bud her hand continues its path, tracing circles around the remaining nub. Tongue working against the hard bud, sucking it deeper into her mouth, hot tongue wrapping around, warming the skin within her mouth. Fingers stretching to cover a cooled nipple, ice fading into a puddle beneath warm fingertips, thumb and finger moving to grip the cool bud, twisting it slightly, tugging it up away from its haven. 

Drawing up from the now warm bud, her tongue snakes out, trailing across to the lonesome bud beneath her teasing fingers, her other hand lifting, palm moving to cover the now bereft nub, circling slowly against the hard flesh, palm tingling from the soft friction. 

Quickly licking the trailing moisture from her lovers flesh she raises her head, eyes lifting to flick over a partially covered face, lingering on a swollen lip, jutting above a dimpled chin. Flicking her eyes to the bowl, her hand reaches for another cube, a wicked grin flitting across her features as she lowers the cube against the pouty lip. 

Slowly trailing the cube against the jutting flesh, sighing softly as it leaves behind a glistening trail, her head lowers, tongue tracing against the cool flesh following behind the square. Continuing to trail the cube down over the chin beneath her hands, the small cube dipping into the dimple and lifting once more to slip down a long tanned neck. 

Pausing at the base of an arched neck, small puddle of liquid forming in the hollow, her head dipping low, tongue darting out against the flesh, licking the moisture that has collected. Low moans sound as the body she is slowly tormenting protests at the slowness of her touch. 

Hand moving against skin once more, trailing lower still, the cube shrinking with each inch it travels, small sliver of ice fading to nothing just as it reaches a deep navel. A drop of liquid racing into the hollow, pooling in the depths, waiting for a seeking tongue to discover its hiding place. Laughing softly to herself, her head lowers, tongue darting out to lap at the small pool buried deep within her lovers navel. Her own low moans sound deep in her throat, vibrations coursing through her lips, passing onto her lovers sensitive flesh. 

Lifting her head, tongue slipping easily against the moist flesh, trailing lower, stopping as a soft barrier bumps against the tip. A small frown presses against her forehead as her eyes drop, a small sigh of frustration passing her lips as she spies the forgotten underwear. 

Shifting against the sheet, her body lifts as her fingers quickly remove the fabric from the body it was moments ago so eagerly clinging to. Hips lift anxiously, helping her progress as she slides the soft material lower, her eyes flicking over the treasure she has uncovered. A deep growl sounds low in her throat as her eyes hungrily devour the sight before her, her hands clench tightly as she restrains herself from rushing and ruining the surprise she'd worked so hard to create. 

One hand lifts, fingers reaching out to trace along a supple thigh, teasingly sliding closer to her lovers exposed sex, before swiftly darting away without connecting. A groan of frustration passes through clenched teeth, legs shifting restlessly against the sheet, body pressing closer to her touch, eager to feel her hands upon their sex. 

Palm pressing flat against the rising body, pressing it back down against the bed as her leg lifts once more, up and over her lover to settle against the narrow hips that thrash upon the sheets. Knees digging in against the body beneath her, holding it captive for her touch, hands dropping, curling against the soft flesh of a narrow waist. 

Her head turns, eyes flicking towards the bowl still sitting on the side table, wicked grin lighting up her face as she spies the surprise buried deep within the frozen cubes. A soft whimper coming from beneath her quickly brings her eyes back to the prize she has trapped within her legs, her hands clenching gently against the waist she holds captive. 

Leaning down, pressing her body against the heated one below her, softly murmured words of love passing her lips as she slides higher, pressing close against her lovers cheek, her words low as she whispers "the time has come" A sharp gasp parts her lovers lips, head turning on the pillow, vainly trying to see what is planned, hands tugging at every tightening restraints. A hand lifts, finger pressing lightly against swollen lips "shhh my love, trust me" 

Grinning to herself, her body leans closer to the table, hand reaching out, fingers wrapping around the protruding stick of a raspberry popsicle. Lifting the long thick object high, her eyes dance with merriment as she watches a large red drop dangle from the tip, her hand moving as she aims it directly above a heaving chest. 

Tongue flicking out against her lip she watches as the drop slowly falls, her eyes tracing its path as it drops just above a hardened nipple. A soft gasp of surprise escapes her lovers lips, body jerking up involuntarily at the icy touch. Hand lowering, resting the tip of the popsicle over the dark stain, spreading it further, tracing around the jutting nipple, turning the dark skin a deep crimson. Flicking her wrist slightly, the popsicle traces up over the tip, coating the tiny nub in the thick sticky juice. 

Keeping her hand steady against the writhing body beneath her, she slowly traces the tip of the ice block across a heaving chest, wrist twisting lightly as she traces deep red patterns across the golden skin. Sighing softly to herself at the sight before her, her hand draws closer to the lonesome nub awaiting her attentions. 

Slowly tracing across the waiting bud, she covers it in the sticky juices to match its twin, the thick red liquid dripping off the tips to run down her lovers chest, drops falling onto the sheet below. Drifting back to the centre of the chest before her, her hand slides lower, carefully tracing more intricate patterns against the rocking flesh. 

Her brows draw together slightly as she concentrates on the task before her, her lovers body becoming her canvas as she slowly transforms it from the bare flesh it was into the elaborate artwork before her. Knees grip harder as the jerking body beneath her threatens to send the popsicle sliding erratically, pressing tight, holding her lover immobile to do her bidding. Lifting her hand to her mouth, her tongue flicks out against the sticky ice, quickly catching a drop as it hangs perilously on the tip. 

Moaning softly as the sweetness coats her tongue, her body reacting as her mind envisions how the combined flavours of her lover and the raspberry treat will taste. Quickly lifting and moving her body back between her lovers restless legs, her lips eager to feast upon the banquet laid out before her, one hand dropping to run along the bare flesh of a thigh. 

Nudging her lovers legs apart with her knees, she scoots down further on the bed, her face hovering above her lovers unadorned sex, her warm breath wafting against the heated skin. Hips jerk up as they feel the warm breeze blow against them, eager, yearning for her touch, body on fire with desire. 

Lifting the melting popsicle to rest against her lovers body, slowly circling a navel, careful not to let any juice trickle into the dark hole, circles growing wider as her hand moves. Hand stills as she glances down, her lovers whimpers reaching her ears, soft pleading noises of need, hips lifting off the bed in eagerness for her touch. 

Moving one hand against a slim hip, fingers digging in gently as she pushes her lover back against the bed. Eyes lift to her lovers face, drifting over eyes hidden from her gaze, her lovers body telling her what the eyes cannot. Hand gripping the popsicle begins to move again, slowly tracing lower, growing closer to the nest of curls below. Tip of the popsicle brushes teasingly against the curls, before slipping sideways to trail across to a narrow hip. 

Tracing spirals along the jutting hipbone, fingers of her hand digging into the hip she holds as her own body reacts to the sight before her, growing more eager to taste her lover. A low groan of frustration sounds above her, her own low growl echoing that of her lover, the popsicle sliding back to press against the curls once more, her own body crouching low over her lover as she watches its progress across the golden skin. 

Small blunt teeth sink deep into her lower lip as she slowly inches the popsicle lower, watching the red trail disappear beneath the curls. Pressing the frozen stick harder against her lovers flesh, she floods the curls in the crimson juice, letting them trickle lower between parted legs, slipping down to sink onto the sheet beneath. 

Moist tongue flicks out against her swollen lip as she stares down at the rich red juice, soft moans passing her lips, the anticipation of the taste filling her senses. Continuing her journey, her hand dips lower, tip of the ice block pressing harder against the hidden flesh, sinking lower, teasing and tantalising her lover. 




A Night In



Lifting the ice confection to her mouth, tongue flicking out against the glistening stick, lips part as she slowly slides it into her mouth, tongue moving to wrap around it, licking the excess juice from its length. Her moans grow louder as she slips the treat deeper into her mouth, a soft whimper alerts her to her lovers distress at her removal of the sweet torture. 

Laughing softly to herself she lowers the popsicle once more, her other hand sliding lower against a restless thigh, pressing down and outwards as she spreads her lovers legs further apart, fully exposing their sex to her eyes. Dipping her head, tongue flicking out against the junction of thigh and groin, moaning softly as a drop of sticky fluid coats her tongue, the temptation to slide her tongue higher almost overcoming her. 

Controlling herself her head lifts once more as the popsicle slides lower, pressing down on the tight bud nestled below the curls, her lovers hips jerking up as a sharp gasp escapes parted lips. Teeth worrying at her already swollen lip she slides the popsicle down over smooth lips, teasing along the outer edges. 

Grinning wickedly her hand slowly circles the frozen treat against her lovers swollen clit, covering it thoroughly in the dark juices. Eyes closing momentarily as the sight of her lovers glistening sex overwhelms her, her hand stills, popsicle resting between swollen lips. 

Eyes open and glance down, the popsicle slides slightly deeper, her hand moving of its own will, pressing past slick lips, searching for hidden depths. Fingers dig harder into her lovers slim hip as her hand slips the frozen block deeper, pushing beyond the swollen lips and finding its home within the moist warmth of her lovers body. 

Her body lowers as her warm breath rushes over her lovers heated sex, low moans, whimpers of need, wash over her bent head as she leans closer, tongue darting out against the sticky juices coating her lovers swollen clit. Hips jerk against her touch, the frozen popsicle sliding deeper at the sudden movement, her lovers groans growing deeper as the treat fills and stretches the narrow opening. Feet dig into the bed beneath as her lovers body presses up against her mouth, hips moving slightly against her extended tongue. 

Moaning against the tiny bud, her tongue laps at the sticky red fluid, licking thoroughly, removing all traces of the juice, exposing the pink flesh to her gaze. Hand moving in unison with her tongue, sliding the popsicle deep within her lover, knuckles of her hand pressing tight against enlarged lips. 

Pressing her face hard against her lovers sex, tongue moving to wrap around the tight bud, drawing it deep within her mouth, hand slowly pumping the frozen treat in and out of her lovers thrusting body.Free hand slides higher, hand lifting to cover a small breast, fingers slipping easily to grip a tight bud, jerking it in rhythm with the thrusts of the ice block. Her tongue flicking against her lovers clit, speed increasing as the tiny bud grows, pressing up against her. 

Fingers dig hard into a soft breast as her lips wrap around a throbbing clit, sucking hard against the sensitive flesh, hand pumping faster against her lovers grasping sex, the combined juices of her lover and the frozen treat leaking out to trail down golden flesh, final destination the crumpled sheets below. 

Hips thrash against her face, mouth locked against the moving flesh, tongue darting along her lovers engorged clit, sucking harder as her lovers whimpers of need grow louder, urging her on. Her hand flies as she pounds the hard block deep within her lover, fingers slippery, coated in her lovers juices as well as the bright red of the treat buried deep within her lovers eager body. 

Hand against the softness of a pert breast, moving restlessly as her lover thrusts against her eager mouth, fingers moving against the sticky flesh, kneading gently as she brings her lover closer to climax. Grip tightens as she feels her lovers body tense beneath her touch, hips jerking up hard against her face as wave after wave pulse through the body beneath her, the intense orgasm racing through her lovers trembling flesh. 

Her tongue continues to lap at her lovers sex, hand slowly pumping the rapidly decreasing popsicle within her lovers slick lips, continuing to stroke the cool stick against the grasping walls. Thrusting hips gradually slow, dropping to the bed away from her dripping face, her tongue snaking out against her lips, moaning softly at the slight essence of her lover she finds there, leaving her wanting more. 

Eyes drop to gaze at the sight of her lovers body laid out before her, legs stretched wide, chest heaving as the intensity of the orgasm it just experienced lessens. Drifting lower her eyes find her hand still buried within her lovers folds, sticky red juice flowing easily past her hand. 

Slowly slipping the now slim popsicle from her lovers body, she lifts it to her lips, tongue darting out against the cool length of it, low moan passing her lips as her tongue becomes coated in the combined flavours of her lover and the raspberry treat. Lips part eagerly as she slides the stick deep within her waiting mouth, tongue slipping easily along its length as she cleans all traces of her lovers cum from its surface. 

Eyes close in ecstasy as her senses reel from the sensation of tasting her lover this way, hand covering her lovers small breast slips lower, trailing through the soaked curls, trailing lower as two fingers press forward, dipping into her lovers body, twisting and turning as she coats them thoroughly in the juices within. 

Hand lifts from its warm enclosure, her body lifts and presses higher, fingers moving to slide against her lovers lips, inviting her lover to partake of a taste of this unusual combination. Tentative tongue flicks out against a swollen lip, moan grows louder as the flavour bursts over her lovers tongue, eagerly it darts out once more, a soft moan of frustration replacing the moan as it encounters a dry lip. 

Laughing softly she lifts her sticky hand once more, fingers pressing against slightly parted lips, pressing deeper as her lover quickly sucks them into a waiting mouth. Leaning over she slips the melting stick back into the bowl of ice water, her hand lifting back to her mouth as she licks the juices clean. 

Hand remains buried deep within her lovers mouth as she drops her head between parted thighs once more, her tongue darting out against the slick lips as she slowly laps up the remaining raspberry flavoured cum. Face buried tight against the sticky sex of her lover, she probes between swollen lips, catching all traces of cum and juice. 

Lifting slightly she trails her tongue lower, catching a few stray drops that cling lovingly to her lovers flesh. Tongue flicking against her lips she sighs happily, hand slides easily from her lovers lips as she moves higher on the bed. 

A slim hand reaches for the blindfold covering her lovers deep chocolate coloured orbs, her own aquamarine gaze lifting to linger over her lovers face, a soft smile playing against her lips as she lifts a hand to stroke against her lovers long lustrous black curls. 

Her grin grows wider as she lifts her gaze to clash with her lovers, her happiness reflected back at her within their depths. One dark shapely eyebrow arches in question, her laughter soft as a slim shoulder shrugs lightly "you know how much I love raspberry"

Her laughter is joined by that of her lover as she reaches forward to untie bound hands, her body moving to settle against the sticky flesh of her beloved, her hands drifting slowly against the stickiness as she softly whispers "aren't you glad we had a night in for a change?" 



A Night In



The beating of my heart sounds like cannon blasts in my head as i kneel here. i feel vulnerable and exposed as i kneel: naked, head down, ass pointed at the door. The sheer curtains covering the windows provide little comfort as anyone who really wanted to look could see me through the thin fabric. In this state, i'm certain that every set of footsteps i hear sees me.

To make matters worse, the door is not locked. In fact, the deadbolt has been placed so that the door doesn't close all the way, and anyone can simply push the door open and walk in!

i had sent you a text with the room number, and now i wait with only my imagination and fears to keep me company.

Suddenly, i hear a quick knock on the door and i nearly jump out of my skin.

"Housekeeping!" the voice calls out.

Oh my god! No! i can't have housekeeping come in and see me like this!

The door opens and i hear a giggle, and the door shuts and locks behind me. After a few moments of silence, a pair of high-heeled, open-toed shoes housing beautifully painted toes appears in front of my face.

"Hello, worm" you greet me. "I bet you almost died when "housekeeping" entered! Hahahahaha!!"

You are thoroughly amused at your own cleverness, knowing that you can fuck with my mind that way.

"Kiss my toes slut."

i move my mouth those last few inches down to your feet and gently kiss each and every toe, paying them the reverence they deserve.

After a few minutes you move away, but i remain in place, having not been instructed to do otherwise. i can hear you moving about the room, but keep my head bowed.

"Get up and come here," you command.

When i rise, i see you are seated comfortably on the couch in the room. On the table beside the couch is a paper bag. i walk over to you.

"Hands behind your head, eyes forward, slut."

i stand there, completely naked before you, hand behind my head, feeling completely vulnerable and at your mercy. Although i'm not looking at you, i can feel your eyes wandering over my body. i can sense that you relish my discomfort.

You get up and walk up behind me. Although you are fully dressed, i can feel the warmth of your body as you lean in close. Your hot breath whispers in my ear, "You are mine, bitch." My knees go week and my cock springs to attention as you run your hands over me, lightly caressing, inspecting every inch of your new toy.

"Pour me a glass of wine, then resume the position."

i figure out that's what's in the bag, so i quickly open the bottle and prepare a glass for you. As you are seated back on the couch, i hand you the glass and stand with my hands behind my head, eyes forward.

You sip your wine, relaxing. After a few minutes, my arms begin to tire, but i hold the position. You gently nudge my balls with your toes and i hear the beeping of a cell phone dialing, then:

"Hey, it's me....Yes, I've arrived. He was waiting for me just like I instructed. So far he shows promise."

My face flushes as i realize you're discussing me with a friend.

"Right now?...Enjoying a glass of wine...He's standing here patiently....Yep, completely naked. It's so funny. His little dick is all hard and pointing at me. Hahahaha...."

i am beet red now as you share my predicament with someone i don't even know! You prod my balls again and it makes me even harder.

"Yeah, I'm gonna test him out but good. If he does a good job, maybe I'll lend him to you." You laugh, but i can tell you mean it.

"Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow and fill you in on all the details. Bye."

The phone clicks shut, but you don't say a word about the call.

"Pour me another glass of wine, slut, then lay on the bed."

i do as instructed.

A few minutes later, you come over to the bed. You have some black straps, and in no time, you have my wrists and ankles tied to the four corners of the bed. i lay there, helplessly exposed, and you laugh again.

"What now, worm? I'll tell you what now. Whatever the fuck I want! You're not going anywhere and the position you're in lets me do just about anything I want!"

Although this is not news to me, the fact that you have verbalized it, reconfirming your complete control over me, makes my cock twitch. This does not go unnoticed by you.

"Oh...look at how your little cock throbs. Are you enjoying yourself, worm?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Not as much as I'm gonna enjoy myself!"

And with that you climb onto the bed and straddle my head. i can see right up your skirt and, for the first time, realize that you are not wearing any panties. However, this beautiful sight doesn't remain in my field of vision for long, since you lower yourself right down on my face.

"Like my pussy, slut!" you command.

My tongue dives right into the folds of your gorgeous cunt, seeking out your clit. Your juices begin to flow and i drink them all, savoring them like the wine i served you minutes before.

From under your skirt, suddenly hear voices. My heart skips a beat, but i don't stop licking since you haven't instructed otherwise. After a minute or two, i realize that the tv is on and it dawns on me that i'm going to be at this for a while.

You enjoy the show while perched on my face. Several times i feel you shudder and my face is covered in your juices as you cum. Finally, either because you are satisfied or because the show is over, you click the tv remote off and rise.

"Good job, slut. You just might be a keeper."

My head swims and i am overjoyed, knowing that i have pleased you.

"All of that cumming has made me hungry. I need a bite to eat."

You lean down to release me from my bonds. But instead of undoing the straps, you put a blindfold on me!

"Don't go anywhere," you whisper in my ear. I hear your devious laugh once again as the door clicks shut behind you.

Here i am, bound and blindfolded with only my thoughts and my raging hard-on to keep me company. i have no idea how long you'll be gone, so i simply wait.

Then...a knock...

"Housekeeping!"



A Night In



This is my first attempt at story writing and was a Christmas present for my husband. I've tried to keep it believable, and would welcome any constructive feedback. Hope you enjoy!





She lay in bed sleepily, listening to the front door open and softly close, the sound of the car starting and moving off. He had gone to work. 

Ticking off in her mind the things she would need, and imagining what they would do that night, she felt the blood rushing into her clit. She wanted everything to be ready for his arrival. Resisting the urge to satisfy herself, but rather to save the sensations for the evening, she stumbled out of bed and into the shower. Feeling the hot rivulets of water running through her hair and over her body, she began to wake up, vigorously shampooing then languorously soaping herself, her hands idly inscribing circles around her full breasts, nipples becoming half-erect, then, catching herself, soaping the rest of her - long legs, full buttocks, finally reaching up to rinse her hair.

Dried and dressed, she started to lay out things for the evening. She wanted everything to hand, no distractions. Her outfit – stockings worn under a revealing black leather skirt, split nearly to the waist, with a white shirt tied at the front. No bra or knickers required on this occasion. A chair, brought up from the dining room, and a blanket to soften its top edge. She had plans for that chair, a break from the norm, and found a selection of old stockings and belts to go with it. Fulfilling a new fantasy would be exciting for them both. Clean bedlinen, box of tissues, and a few toys from the drawer wouldn't go amiss. Ah, and the mask. That might be fun. She found the camera too, another novelty which may or may not be used, but even the idea of it would be a turn-on to them both.

The bedroom ready, she got on with the rest of her day, buying a few last-minute essentials and preparing a light meal. The evening approaching, she felt the tension building up within her at the thought of the surprises to come. Slowly going upstairs, she put on mascara, lipstick, and jewellery and brushed her dark hair, then put on the clothes she had had in mind. Looking in the mirror, she had second thoughts and took the shirt off, replacing it with a tightly-laced corset. It might look a bit predatory, but was probably appropriate given her plans for the evening. As she was putting on her favourite perfume, she heard the car arriving home, slipped a satin robe over the top of her outfit, and ran lightly downstairs to await her lover. The key turned in the lock. Restraining her urge to rush over and strip him there and then, she waited for him to enter the room, then looked up at him with hungry eyes and smiled. "Nice day, dear? Dinner will be ready in a moment. I hope you haven't made plans for the evening?" He could tell something was up and looked curiously at her, but she stopped any questions with a gentle kiss before brushing past him into the kitchen. Pouring them both a glass of wine, she returned to the sitting room and kissed him again, this time letting him glimpse down her gown. 

As they ate, she allowed her robe to fall open, and then removed it, revealing her outfit finally. He almost choked with surprise, and was unable to concentrate on the food. "Shall we go upstairs?" She asked, before leading him mutely by the hand. Pausing outside the bedroom, she put her hands over his eyes, then pulled him inside and replaced the hand with the mask. "I want you to really feel this" she whispered, then guided him to the bed. Kneeling at his feet, she removed his shoes and socks, then pushed him to lie back. Slowly, she started to massage his feet, and felt him start to relax as the cares of the day melted away. Suddenly, she brought his left foot up to her face, and gently sucked his big toe into her mouth. He gasped with shock, and, giggling, she continued to lick his toes and between them, allowing her other hand to slide slowly up his trouser leg. Before swapping feet, she slid up his legs breasts-first, to undo his belt and slide his trousers off. Now with better access, she worked on his right foot with her mouth while stroking his legs, slowly moving up toward his inner thighs. She could see the bulge in his black silk boxer shorts as he responded to her touch, and enjoyed the teasing for a moment longer. Then, sliding up his legs again she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom up, kissing the flesh it revealed, before helping him to slip his arms out. Now he was lying there with just his tented boxers remaining. "Please.. please will you take them off?" he begged. 

Without a word, she continued to stroke his legs and belly, her touch incredibly light, but moving inexorably towards his crotch. Finally, her fingers wandering beneath the waistband and up the legs, her touch connected with his balls. It was as though a jolt of electricity had hit him. He jumped, gasped, and his cock grew even harder. Smiling to herself, she finally gently removed his shorts, and his manhood, released, popped up. She gently stroked his whole crotch except for his cock, pushing his knees up and out and playing with his pubic hair, stroking and tugging it, then nuzzling her nose and mouth in the creases between his legs and around the edges of his balls. Inhaling deeply of his excited musk, she started to nuzzle the base of his cock, kissing and licking it, then slowly worked her way up the shaft while cupping his tensed balls with her hand. Finally reaching the top, the foreskin already pushed back by the throbbing tip, she put her tongue out and licked it lightning-fast, again smiling at the electric response. 

He felt as though this exquisite torture had been taking place for hours, but now she was going to put him out of his misery. She slowly enveloped the whole head of his cock with her mouth, then started licking it around the top and across the stitch. She stretched back the skin with one hand, and teased his testicles and perineum with the other. Listening to his moans and gasps, she adjusted her stroke and rhythm to first push him onward and then leave him hanging, then pounce again and hungrily lick and stroke again. Just as he thought he could take no more and must surely come, she pulled off. "Wait. I have something else for you. Come here." She took him by the hand and gently helped his trembling legs off the bed. Leading him to the chair, she sat him down, then bound his ankles, each to a leg of the chair, and tied his hands behind his back, securing the elbows to the uprights too. This wasn't painful, but surprising, and his cock, which had started to subside, rose again. She pulled off the blindfold, and again he gasped, seeing their bedroom filled with candlelight and the reflection of himself in the wardrobe full-length mirror, which he was positioned in front of. 

Smiling, she stepped back from him in order to let him get a good look at her in the new clothes. She considered for a moment a strip-tease, but thought that could wait for later. Instead, taking a handful of lube, she slowly started to rub her slit and clit, letting him see the pleasure she was feeling. Seeing her flush and start to utter involuntary moans was almost more than he could bear to watch, and his eyes pleaded with her. Stopping short of orgasm, she smiled, then stepped forward and slowly dropped her dripping wet pussy onto his ramrod shaft, wriggling her hips a little to ensure he was as deep as possible. Raising herself slowly, she watched his face for every nuance of response, as she dropped herself back onto his groin. Wrapping her arms around his neck so her half-revealed breasts were pushed briefly into his face, she started to ride him, slowly at first, but soon finding the right rhythm. She looked back at him but realised he was captivated by their reflections joyfully making love as well. Neither of them was far from orgasm now, and she revelled in his urgent squirming from his bound position. Gasping at their climaxes, she swiftly unbound his hands and they clung together for a few moments. Then she slid off his half-erect cock, and released his feet and arms so they could embrace on the bed and recover.

After cuddling and quietly chatting for a while, she noticed his cock growing large again. However, she was in for a surprise as her plans for further fun were cut short. He was taking control of events. He slowly started stroking her arm, while kissing her lips, face, neck, ears... rolling her onto her back, he started to unlace her bodice. "I've been wanting to do this for hours", he whispered, "I want to feel your skin against mine". She breathed a sigh of relief as the tension on her ribs and stomach eased, and settled more comfortably against the bed. "Close your eyes" he ordered, and she did as she was bidden. She felt his hands tracing long patterns down her arms and flanks, felt the heat of his groin against her thigh, then suddenly her right nipple was tweaked. It was her turn to gasp. 

He returned to gentle touches, stroking her tummy and legs, using just the pads of his fingers, brushing lips and occasionally fluttering eyelashes. She felt her whole body awakening to his touch, becoming one vast erogenous zone. The urgency in her clit she'd felt that morning returned, and the longer he teased, the more urgent became her need for him to satisfy it. He felt the pressure as she pushed her groin against his thigh, and smiled. She wasn't getting away with it that easily! 

When he was finally satisfied she was at fever pitch, he gently spread her legs and slipped into her. Gripping her hands above her head by the wrists, he ensured she couldn't wriggle, and then started slowly sliding in and out, taking his cock nearly out of her pussy before plunging it back inside, the rhythm growing faster and faster with the extra effort he needed to come a second time. Her head nearly bashing the top of the bed with every stroke, she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, egging him on both with her look of intensity and her words. 'Come on, do me, fuck me, harder, harder, is that all you've got? More, more, more....'. 'Shut up, shut up you horny bitch, squeeze my cock with your pussy, suck me into you, yes, that's it...' and he kept pounding away, both of them now only able to gasp with each strike until finally, together, screaming and shouting obscenities, they came. He released his grip on her wrists and they embraced, panting and sweating, as they came down from their orgasms, she still rhythmically squeezing his cock until it stopped contracting. Finally they relaxed and as he drifted off into a deep sleep, she lay awake for a while plotting for the next time.



A Night In



Sitting down next to you on the couch, I give you a lingering kiss. You let go of the kiss and ask "Ready?" I nod.

I can't help but stare at you instead of the movie we start to watch. I just barely have the taste of you left on my lips from the kiss... and looking at you just makes me ache to taste you again. I start running my fingers softly on the back of your neck. As I lay a kiss just below your ear, you turn your head to look at me with a quizzical look before returning your attention to the movie. After a few seconds I whisper the words "I'm hungry" into your ear which makes you look into my eyes again. After a few moments, you bite your lower lip to try and stop yourself from smiling because you just realized that it's not food I'm craving.

I slowly start kissing the side of your neck making my way around til I'm about to taste your lips again. But I stop and pull away just a little which makes you open your eyes and throw a wondering look but you suddenly let out a giggle and wrap an arm around my neck to pull me in closer when you see just how badly I want you. Our lips finally touch and the taste of your lips and tongue on mine sends a pulse right through me. You feel my hand moving underneath the blanket we were sharing. Sliding my hand from your neck down to your stomach. Then softly moving my fingers over as I start to massage your thighs. My other hand sliding down your back as I pull you closer to me. Letting go of your lips as I move down kissing your neck. My tongue licking and teasing your collarbone. My hands move over your skin once more from your shoulders down to your legs as I start spreading your thighs. I push you back against the couch as I kneel down and move between your legs, tossing the blanket aside. I push your thighs even wider then slowly start kissing and nibbling your inner thighs. I stop momentarily to look up at you and smile which makes you let out another little giggle when you saw the look in my eyes and realize just how hungry for you I am.

By the time my lips get to your panties, I can already taste how wet you are. I slide my hands up to your waist, slide my fingers between your skin and your panties and start tugging them down. Your legs then go up straight into the air as you help me get them off. I slowly let your legs drop and rest on my shoulders, feeling the warmth of your thighs on my cheeks. My hands running down the back of your thighs gives you goose bumps as you arch your back and let out a soft moan. I can see you're dripping wet as I let my tongue slide up your thigh to your hip. You start to squirm as I let my tongue linger for a moment then slide back down and up the other side. I stop and gently blow on your wetness which makes you instantly squeak as you bite your lip again. 

I can feel you squirm and try to angle your hips as you try to push yourself closer to my mouth, but I loop my arms around your legs, my hands resting on your hips so I can hold you down."You're not going anywhere" I say with a hint of authority. Which makes you let out a little whine. Letting my tongue slide along the outside of your lips, feeling you get wetter, I just can't seem to get enough. I glance up at you. Your eyes closed, I watch you breathing slow and heavily while caressing your breasts. I can hear you start to whimper as I keep teasing my way toward your beautiful, deliciously wet little cunt but turn away before I do. But even I can't help myself as I finally let my tongue slide down one of your lips and right back up the other. You let out a long moan and try to move your hips toward me but I make you remember my grip by making it a little firmer, not letting those hips move an inch from where I want them.

I let my tongue slide over your clit as I slip it into my mouth, keeping it between my lips as I gently suck on it while flicking it with my tongue. Just as I've licked up every drop of you, I slide my tongue between your lips, finally slipping inside. You let out another long but much louder moan that just makes me want you even more. I start sliding it in and out of your cunt slowly... deeper and deeper, tasting you more and more. I let my tongue slide out and start lightly playing with your clit. I slowly blow on your clit and I feel you quiver in response to feeling my breath on your wet skin. 

As I lightly keep licking your clit, I bring my right hand down and slide it up your thigh. I bring my fingers up to you and I feel your wetness on my fingers as I slide them up and down over you. Then slowly slide my fingers into you, feeling you squirm as you let out another loud moan. 

"Careful dear, you're gonna wake the neighbors... again." 

"I.. d... on't caaa re." is all you can muster. 

Nibbling your thigh as I start sliding my fingers in and out of you faster and faster as you let out a squeak and your moaning gets louder and more constant. My fingers slide out, my thumb slides and massages your clit, my tongue slides back inside you... I feel your hands grab the back of my head as you start to arch your back . I shove my tongue as deep as it goes and completely engulf your cunt with my mouth.

Suddenly your legs tighten around my head, your body twitches and you let out a scream as I feel you cum... tasting you completely. Feeling every spasm of your cunt tightening around my tongue. Feeling every little aftershock as I try to taste every drop of your orgasms.

When your thighs finally loosen their grip on my head, I look up and you finally open your eyes and look down at me smiling and trying to catch your breath. And while I pull back a little, I lick you off my fingers, I give you a playful little wink and say "I'm still hungry... what's for dessert?"... and you just can't stop yourself from letting out another little giggle before pulling me back up to you for a kiss. 

I sit back down beside you at let you lean back up against me. I turn to you and say... "So much for watching that movie, huh?"



A Night In



Amanda and Nat are stuck in their apartment alone tonight watching the Sex and the City movie and eating ice cream. Their respective boyfriends, Oliver and Matt, are out with their friends Tom and Godfrey and Lee and Stoker and Phil and a bunch of other coworkers, probably at a strip club and being idiots and generally partaking in drunken douchebaggery. Thus, here these two girls are, having their girl time and watching their chick flicks and eating their ice cream.

Amanda is sort of thinking. One of the characters in the film is having a similar problem to her, and, well, she wants to ask Nat for advice. Amanda puts her ice cream down on the table.

"Nat, can I talk to you about something?" Amanda asks hesitantly.

"Of course," Nat says. She places her ice cream next to Amanda's. "What's eating you?"

"Well, that's the problem," Amanda murmurs. "It's Oliver. He's... eating me out really, really badly."

Nat actually laughs. "Y'know, for some reason he always looked to me like he's good with his tongue."

"He's not," Amanda declares, shaking her head. "He's horrible. Oh my god."

"Why's he so bad?" Nat asks, simply out of curiosity.

"I don't think the man knows where my clit is," Amanda says flatly. "I need a drink."

Nat laughs, getting up. "I know where Matt keeps the good wine," she teases, smirking.

"Just bring the bottle," Amanda groans. Nat nods, walking into the kitchen in her heels. Amanda sort of notices Nat looks pretty hot tonight for staying in. She's wearing a pretty tight dress, about knee-length and low-cut. Amanda feels underdressed in her jeans and one of Oliver's band t-shirts.

Nat returns with a freshly-opened bottle of wine. Amanda takes it from her grasp, immediately chugging the entire neck of the bottle. "Fuck," she coughs, when she finally pops off. She passes the bottle back. "The fuck is that?"

"No idea, but it gets Matt drunk and horny," Nat laughs, taking a swig.

"Last thing I need to be is horny," Amanda mumbles. "I'll have to spend a little time with my battery-powered boyfriend."

"Nice," Nat replies, passing the bottle. "I'll be sure to get you a pack of batteries for your birthday, then."

"I need to get laid by someone who isn't shit in bed," Amanda sighs, chugging. She's already starting to feel the booze hit her. "Shit," she breathes.

"I'm not shit in bed," Nat remarks, smirking. Amanda laughs, the alcohol starting to thin her blood.

"Oh yeah?" Amanda asks.

"Yeah," Nat purrs, leaning closer. "And I've heard I eat out better than the average boy."

"Mmm," Amanda sighs. "I could use that."

"Perhaps I could teach Oliver a bit," Nat giggles.

"Maybe you should teach me a bit to teach Oliver," Amanda says, smirking.

Nat presses her lips to Amanda's, pulling her mouth into this heated kiss. Nat's hands slide up Amanda's sides under her shirt, pushing it up. Amanda kisses back sloppily, lapping at Nat's lips. Nat nearly rips Amanda's shirt off over her head, moaning softly when she sees Amanda's not wearing a bra.

"Bet Oliver loves that," Nat remarks, squeezing Amanda's tits.

"I'd like it more if you weren't wearing a bra," Amanda replies, quite honestly. "You have gorgeous tits."

"Well thanks," Nat laughs, "and don't worry, I'm not."

Amanda purrs, eyes flicking down, then back up. "I think you should take your dress off," Amanda whispers, smirking.

"Do you?" Nat asks, giggling. She slides off the couch, turning away from Amanda. "Then you'll need to unzip it."

Amanda drags the zipper down Nat's back, pulling the sides apart. Nat pulls the front down, then drops the dress. No panties either. Amanda's hands cover her ass, squeezing. Nat sort of curves her back and her ass presses into Amanda's palms. Amanda turns her around, admiring her body. She can see Nat smiling down at her as she stares. "Shit," she breathes. Nat grabs Amanda's hands, standing her up.

"Nat," Amanda breathes, as she's pushing her jeans down, "you'll tell Oliver where my clit is, right?"

Nat giggles, stripping Amanda of her panties. "I believe it's right here," she remarks, admiring Amanda's pussy. "I bet it's pretty."

"Have a look," Amanda purrs, sitting back on the edge of the couch. She spreads her legs and Nat just sort of stares.

"It is," Nat says, placing her hands on the inside of Amanda's thighs. She rubs them softly, pushing them as far apart as they'll go. Nat lowers her face, pressing a kiss at the very top of her slit. Amanda brushes Nat's hair back for a better view, and Nat starts sort of pushing her tongue around, licking and biting, getting used to Amanda's twat. Nat draws her head back. "It tastes good too," she says, palming her. Amanda purrs as Nat lowers her face to her cunt and starts licking her clit.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps, fingers sliding through Nat's hair. Nat licks, lapping greedily at Amanda's clit. Amanda just groans, sinking into the couch as Nat's mouth covers her clit and sucks. God, Nat knows what she's doing. Oliver never even touched her clit, just dove tongue-first into her cunt. One of Nat's hands teases over her thigh, close to her twat, and one finger traces to her cunt. Amanda whines, and Nat looks up at her.

"Do you want me to put a finger in you?" Nat asks, smirking.

"Yes," Amanda whimpers.

"Yes what?"

"Please, Nat," Amanda groans, "fucking finger me." Nat smiles in approval, sinking her finger in all the way down to her knuckle. Amanda moans, squeezing her. Nat curls her finger, finding Amanda's g-spot. "Oh, fucking hell."

"Bet Oliver's never touched there," Nat giggles, pushing another finger in and using both to rub. Amanda moans louder, head snapping back. "I think you're gonna cum now." Amanda nods, eyes desperate, and Nat nods, latching to her clit again. Amanda grinds up at Nat's face, unable to last too long. Amanda groans and clenches tight around Nat's fingers, cumming into her mouth.

"Mm," Nat purrs, licking her lips. She gently slips her fingers out, crawls back up to Amanda, and offers her a taste. "Go on," she whispers.

Amanda's still catching her breath, but she grabs Nat by the wrist and starts licking herself clean off her fingers, sucking on each digit, and Nat actually lets out this little whimper because Amanda looks hot.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks between licks.

"Finger me?" Nat asks. Amanda nods, one hand sliding down to Nat's cunt and she presses two fingers into her hard clit. Amanda smiles when Nat gasps. "Yeah, like that."

Amanda licks Nat's clavicle, slowly circling Nat's clit with her fingertips. Nat sits up a bit straighter as Amanda kisses down to her tit and latches to one of her nipples, free hand squeezing the other, and Nat whimpers.

"Amanda," she whispers, and Amanda speeds her fingers and her tongue, flicking hard against her tit. Amanda pushes her fingers into Nat, thumbing her clit, and Nat groans, riding Amanda's hand. Amanda just moves harder, faster, bites down on her nipple, and Nat gasps. "Fuck," she hisses, already feeling close.

"You feel so wet," Amanda breathes, rubbing her spot. Nat grinds into her hand.

"Make me cum," she pants, and Amanda does. Nat rides her orgasm out on Amanda's fingers, eyes locked on Amanda's the whole time. When she's done, Amanda pulls her fingers out and tastes Nat's cum.

"It's sweet," she murmurs. Nat licks too.

"I taste good," Nat giggles. Amanda pecks her lips lightly, smiling. 

"Won't the boys be excited to find out what we've been up to," Amanda laughs. Nat smirks.

"I say we surprise them with a show," Nat mumbles. She pushes Amanda down against the couch, laying on top of her.

"Oh, what if we got them to fuck?" Amanda breathes, smiling eagerly.

"Maybe," Nat sighs. "For now I'm tired. We'll let them find us naked on the couch together."

They fall asleep like that. The ice cream had melted long ago. 



A Night In



"Thanks for staying in with me baby," you say, nuzzling my neck with your beard. You feel guilty for not wanting to go out tonight. It's sweet of you. I understand that you hate the clubs, but it still frustrates me sometimes. It's my first year of college and I just want to go out and party. You on the other hand, will be graduating soon and you've had enough of partying.

I cuddle into your broad chest and glance at the movie playing. It's a kung-fu movie with English subtitles. It isn't keeping my interest at all. I begin lazily running my hand around your chest. I love feeling the muscles there. For some reason I'm really turned on tonight. To the point where I can't even sit still. Instead I keep crossing and uncrossing my legs, desperate to be touched.

You've noticed. I'm sure you've noticed, but you're letting me build. You love it when I beg you.

"Restless tonight?" you ask. You look directly into my eyes when you look at me and it makes my stomach flip in anticipation. I can see the mischief there. I can tell you're going to tease me.

"Maybe a little," I reply as I lean into you. I begin to kiss you slowly. I lick your bottom lip gently, as a way to ask for entrance. You don't comply, instead biting at me gently before pulling away.

I can't stand how in control you are. I sigh and lean against you again and let you return to your movie. You're smirking. You think you're winning. Tonight, though, I want to tease you.

I make a big show of stretching out under my blanket. I'm laying with my head in your lap now, with everything from my shoulders down covered by a blanket. You slide your hand under the blanket and find one of my breasts. You casually begin playing with one of my nipples. It drives me insane. I don't wait for you to escalate it though. Instead I slip one of my own hands between my legs, pulling my underwear to the side beneath my skirt and very obviously begin taking care of myself.

I can feel you getting hard. It's simultaneously turning you on and driving you crazy that I'm ignoring you. You fling the blanket off of me so you can see what's happening. One of my breasts is out of my shirt. You waste no time in freeing the other. I sit up and face you. You kiss me roughly and try to replace my hand for yours. I slap you away and continue fingering myself as you kiss me. You desperately want to be included but I keep denying you access. You bite down my neck and collar bone before finding my breasts with your mouth. You bite the soft flesh there and I cry out. You take one of my nipples between your fingers and squeeze and it drives me crazy. You feel my body shudder as I orgasm on the spot.

You look into my eyes and smile deviously. "You know, that's my job."

Before I can respond you've lifted me off the couch and are carrying me back toward your room. I giggle as you set me down on your bed. You stand at the foot and remove your shirt. Next off is your belt. Instead of throwing it to the side though you keep it in your hand as you approach me.

"These hands have done enough for one night, don't you think?" you ask catching my wrists and pinning them above my head. You wrap your belt around them and tightly tie them together before lashing them to your headboard. I've never been tied up before and I can't believe what an exciting feeling it is. 

You start to kiss me again now. With no hands to pull you closer I have to arch my body to meet your kisses. You're teasing me again but now I am powerless to the assault. Your mouth freely explores my body dispersing both soft kisses and aggressive bites where you see fit. I start writhing, wishing I could pull my skirt off. Wishing I could direct you to where I need your touch most. 

You laugh at my squirming. "My poor restless girl. You want to get fucked don't you?"

My stomach does flips at your questioning.

"Yes," I whisper breathlessly.

"What was that?" you ask lackadaisically running a finger under the waist band of my skirt. 

"Yes!" I say more adamantly as you slide one of your fingers inside me.

"Someone's wet," you say amused. You finally slide my skirt and panties all the way off of me, leaving me completely exposed.

You spread my legs and begin kissing and biting my inner thighs. Getting so close I can literally feel your breath on my swollen clit, but never actually touching that part of me.

Then you pull away and I hear you undo your pants. I'm sure that by now you are almost as desperate as me, but if so you don't show it. You're always so much more in control than I am I can't fathom how you do it.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" you ask. Your voice is gravelly. You're finally starting to slip. You need me just as badly as I need you.

"Yes," I say back.

"Then say it."

"I want you to fuck me."

"What?"

"Please baby, I want you to fuck me," I beg knowing it will send you over the edge.

It does and without warning you slam your whole length inside of me causing me to cry out in pure ecstasy. You're aggressive tonight, thrusting deep and hard, no longer able to tease. I love it and wrap my legs around you trying to bring you in closer to me. I want all of you.

"That's right, take it," you growl at me. Your intensity just makes the experience better. It turns me on knowing how badly you want me.

"Who's my girl?" you ask. 

"I am baby."

"Just mine?"

"I'm all yours. No one else's," I reply a little frantic.

It's obvious we're both really close. I begin to moan louder, letting you know I'm about to finish.

"That's right baby. Come for me," you say and it takes me over the edge. I arch my back and bite your chest as I climax for the second time tonight. Before my orgasm is through I feel you experience your own climax.

Afterward we both lie breathless for a moment trying to regain the rest of our senses. You unbind my wrists and I cuddle into you. 

"Who's my girl?" you asked with a small smile. I giggle and kiss you playfully.

"I'm all yours."



A Night In



I will throat punch the next person who hears what I do and squeals, "Oh, that must be so nice, getting summers off!" Yeah, being legally unemployed or way under-employed four months out of the year is awesome. Constantly wondering if all my classes will happen as scheduled and a never-ending commute among three different schools wears at my psyche. Nine years of being a professional educational nomad, and I don't feel free. I feel trapped. During my endless trips up and down expressways, I fantasize about breaking free. I fantasize about leaving everything behind and going somewhere else. I dream about winning the lottery, flipping off the college president, doling out scholarships to the students I like, and leaving this life behind. 

Sex helps. 

My lover is visiting tonight, so I'm in the kitchen making dinner. Everything is on the stove simmering away when I get the text. "I'm downstairs." I buzz him in. 

He greets me downstairs with a hug and a brush of lips against my cheek. "How's everything?" he asks. 

I shake my head, turn, and climb the stairs slowly, knowing he'll be watching the sway of my hips and my legs. "Work is...frustrating. Everything else is okay." 

He follows me into the kitchen and noses around the stove. "What's for dinner?" 

I smile. "Chicken curry and basmati rice. There's an apple crumble in the oven for later, and I'll heat up some naan when the rice is finished." 

I take the lid off the curry, lean forward to stir the contents of the pan, and that's all it takes. He steps up behind me, pressing himself against me. I wiggle my ass against the hard length of his cock. "Coconut milk turns you on, huh?" I ask. 

His lips travel over my neck and down my shoulder as his arms wrap around me. "You turn me on. You and that big white ass." I laugh, but the laugh turns into a moan as his hands slide up my body to cup my breasts. He uses his nails across my nipples, lightly, creating little points of friction. It makes me squirm, and he sucks in a breath. 

"How long does all this need to cook?" I can hear this smile in his words. 

"About twenty minutes." 

"Not nearly long enough," he murmurs. 

I consider cramming my raging hormones back into their box, but that's just not going to work for me tonight. I arch my back, pressing my butt more fully against his erection and my breasts against his palms. "We have all night, and there's nothing that says we're only allowed to do this once."

"Good point." His hands are under my skirt now, sliding it up over my hips. 

"Maybe not over the gas stove, though, love?" 

He laughs. "Picky picky..." 

He moves away and closes the curtains on my back door. I laugh. "You know you're basically signaling the neighbors we're about to do it."

"Hey, it's inspirational. Besides, most of your neighbors are old, so they should be happy someone is getting laid tonight." 

I'm still laughing as he backs me up against the kitchen table. I hop up obligingly and spread my legs, pulling him in close. I kiss him deeply, licking lightly against his bottom lip, tracing it, inviting him. His lips part, and his tongue touches mine.

I'm dimly aware that he's gotten my panties off. I'm wet, achingly so. He fumbles in the junk drawer for our emergency condom and slides it on over his length. He steps out of his pants, boxers, and belt on his way back to me. 

He pulls my dress off and tosses it aside. He kisses me again, positioning me just so. This is definitely one of the perks to having a lover not much taller than me. I love the contrast between my fair complexion and his dark one. His cock bobs eagerly, long, thick, hard, and slightly curved. I'll suck him later, but now, now I need this man inside me.

I feel him poised against my entrance for a moment, and then he thrusts forward, burying himself inside me all at once. Pleasure and pain mingle for a moment...I want him, but it's been a while since we've done this. Too long since we've done this. "God, I've missed you," I murmur. 

He flashes a smile at me and then tugs my hair gently to pull me into a half-reclined position. He takes my nipple in his mouth as he continues thrusting deep inside my eager, wet pussy. He reaches down and starts to rub my swollen clit in time with the movements of his cock. I moan and he lifts his head from my breast to watch me. "Is this what you want?" 

"Yes!" I rock my hips in time with his, offering myself to him...anything if he'll just keep going. "Don't stop...god...don't stop!" I run my hands along his back, sliding my fingers through his curls then skimming all the way down to cup his perfect, soccer player's ass and pull him deeper into me.

"I'm not gonna stop, baby. I'm not gonna stop fucking this pussy. Ever." 

"I've fantasized about that." 

"What?" 

"A night where you have me as often as you want. Any time you want. Make me your sex toy for an evening." 

Arousal flares in his eyes as he considers the idea. "Whenever I want it?" 

"Yes!" 

His fingertips speed up on my clit as he thrusts in deep, staying there, me squeezing him as tightly as I can on the inside.

"My fuck toy..." 

"Yes..." I can feel my orgasm building. So can he. He starts moving inside me...timing his thrusts with his fingers on my clit. "Anything, everything you want, just don't stop. I want to cum, baby, please, let me cum..." 

He goes faster still. I close my eyes. I want to look at him, but reaching my climax is easier with my eyes shut. I move my hips, mirroring his pace, angling myself so he rubs all the right places inside and out... "Yes, Oh yes, I'm gonna cum... I'm going to cum so fucking hard..."

"Cum for me, now. Do it." 

For once, my body cooperates, and I orgasm on command. I cry out again and again, shuddering helplessly, fingers clenched around the edge of the table, legs wrapped around his waist. He rides out my climax, then straightens up, slides out of me, and presses on my hip. I get to my feet slowly, turn around, and brace myself against the table. 

A moment's pause and he's inside me again, thrusting hard. I arch my back to take him as comfortably as possible and begin rocking against him. His frantic pace slows and he groans. "I love this view." He smacks my ass playfully. "Have you been a bad girl?" 

I smile. "Always." 

He sucks in a breath and goes harder. "Is that so?" He swats me again, a little harder this time, the sound making me moan and rock against him. "Such a bad girl, who loves getting fucked like this..." 

"And only you know me like this." That's enough. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me, hard and fast. I remind myself to relax, find that zen place, and in a moment...

He makes a strangled sound and then slumps against me. He kisses my shoulder softly, then moves my hair from the back of my neck and kisses the sensitive skin there. "That was amazing. You are amazing." 

He stands, then I do. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "You're lucky to have me." 

"Yes I am." Ever the pragmatist (with a bottomless stomach), he turns to look at the clock. "How'd we do on time?"

I laugh and move to the sink to wash my hands. "Right on time, honey." Once my hands are clean, I shuffle things around the stove and the oven. "Dinner in five." He cleans up quickly, as do I, once edible things no longer need my immediate attention. 

I exit the bathroom, and he hands me my dress. I pull it over my head, and pull out plates and utensils for dinner. We retire to the couch to eat. 

He's nibbling thoughtfully on the last piece of naan. "Were you serious about that sex toy thing?" 

"Yes, yes I was." 

"Oh, cool. So, tonight, we can do pretty much anything as often as we want?" 

"Yup." That's actually my fantasy every night we're together, but even though my baby has had more lovers than I have, I'm the more adventurous of the two of us. Introducing him to things has been a slow process, but we're working on it. Slowly. Maybe this will get him to broaden his horizons a little. I can hope, anyway.

He grins at me. It's a slow, seductive smile that promises all manner of erotic, wicked, wonderful things to come. "Do I smell dessert?"



A Night in a Dark Room



Your hands are bound tightly above your head. You can't see through the darkness of the black blind fold over your eyes. It is so quiet you the dripping of water onto the hard wood floor. Drip. Drip. You hear a bottle open. The bottle cap hits the floor and echoes in the empty room. Foot steps slowly come towards you. The floors creak with each step. Your naked body lays there waiting. Waiting for some kind of sign on what the person in the room will do with you. Your nipples are hard waiting in fear. Or is it in anticipation? You feel a cold hard object against your foot. The water on the outside of the object coats your foot as it traces up and down the arch of your foot. Still no voices.

The object makes its way up your legs tracing the inside of your calf and then your thigh. The wet trail left behind is tickling your skin. You feel the ridges along the bottom of the object. You feel the rounded edges and the circular shape. In your mind you have determined it is a bottle. Maybe a beer bottle of some type. Suddenly you feel two rough hands. One on each of your thighs. The hands push your legs farther apart.

The cold object rubs around your bare pussy. You struggle in your restraints. The narrow end of the object glides up and down your unintentionally wet lips. Two rough fingers spread your lips and you feel the bottle inching towards the moist opening. The man teases you as the bottle twirls at the entrance of your pussy. Just when you thought you were going to get filled by this cold bottle, your hands are jerked and pull you to your knees. Your hands are now suspended from the ceiling. You sit on your knees as you feel a warm hard flicking tongue on your hard nipple. You jump from the startling sensation.

Suddenly a hard stinging slap stuns your ass. You hear a whisper in your ear "I didn't tell you you could move. Did I? Do not move unless I tell you to. Or else the punishment will be very harsh." All you can manage to moan is "Yes, Sir." 

Your ass still stings as you feel the bottle around your clit. Soon the bottle is lined up with your tight hole. "Sit down on the bottle" the low voice grumbles. You hesitate as you slowly lower your body onto the cold bottle below you. In your ear you hear the voice command you to begin to fuck the bottle. "Please Sir. Don't make me. It is too big." Quickly he responds "FUCK THE BOTTLE NOW BEFORE I PUNISH YOU HARDER THAN BEFORE!"

A tear runs down your cheek as you slowly and emotionlessly rode up and down the bottle. His hands grab and squeeze your tits. Pulling on your hard nipples as he twists them. "Fuck the bottle." is whispered into your ear. You begin to ride it a little quicker but still seem to be emotionless. You feel the bed rock and shift as the man seemed to climb onto the bed.

Your head swivels trying to figure out what is going on until his hard cock slaps you on your face across your cheek. He grabs you by your hair and forces his cock into your mouth. Your eyes still covered and your hands are still bound above your head. Now you have this massive cock forced into your mouth. It barely fits into your mouth. 

Unknowingly, you begin to get into it. Your mouth sucks in his monster cock taking it in as far as possible. You begin to fuck the bottle taking all of the neck into your soaking pussy. All you can think about it getting more and more of it inside you. The man's hand still gripping your hair forcing his cock deeper down your throat. 

Your pussy is aching for more. You want it deeper inside you. Your body rocks with an orgasm like never before. You clinch your legs together to hold the bottle deep inside you as you wait for the spasms to subside. The man removes his cock from your mouth. You begin to whimper as to let him know you want more. He slaps your ass and tells you to spread your legs. You do as he asks and the bottle is removed from your freshly filled pussy. 

"Lick the bottle clean," you are commanded. Your tongue quickly licks the rim and outer shell of the bottle. He pushes the bottle into your mouth. You taste your cum all over it. It seemed better than the last time you remember tasting it. Surprisingly your ache to have the bottle or another object deep inside you. 

Once he feels you have cleaned it thoroughly, he sits you back down on the bottle. Quickly your body bounces up and down on the bottle. You seek to take more and more of it deeper and deeper. You feel another sharp sting to your ass. "Deeper my little whore! Deeper!" He grabs and squeezes your ass and forces a finger into your ass. You jump in painful pleasure. His thick finger is buried up to his knuckle inside your ass. His body presses against yours behind you. One finger in your ass and the other hand holding onto your full tits. You moan as the pleasure overtakes your body. "Harder." He whispers in your ear. You follow every command to please him. 

His hard cock pokes you in your back. His hard nipples press against your back. His hands pulling and twisting on your nipples harder as you ride the glass object wanting more. He can tell you are close to cumming again and moves he hand to your aching clit. Just as you need it, he rubs it hard making you cum so hard. Your eyes roll back in your head. You become light headed. You feel weak. Finally your body surrenders and collapses on the bottle. 

You wake at the feeling of his cock slapping against your lips. "Suck my cock and swallow my cum!" You open your mouth as wide as possible inviting it into your waiting throat. His hand pulls at your long hair as he fucks your mouth without regard for your need to breath or swallow. Your saliva drips and strings from your lips as his cock fills your mouth. Each trust pushes deeper and deeper inside you. His moans get deeper and deeper as he pulls on your hair harder. "You gonna swallow all of my cum? Are you my cum slut?" All you can do is moan and hope he understands you are willing to please him. 

You can tell he is close as he pumps your mouth. All you can do is sit there and try not to choke on his monster cock being forced down your throat. Your hair is gripped tightly between his fingers in his hands. A load moan fills the empty room as you hear "I AM CUMMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!" At that moment he shoves his cock deep into your mouth and erupts pumping load after load of hot cum into the back of your throat. You feel each spurt of cum hitting the top of your tongue and rushing down your throat. He grunts as you suck every last drop of cum from his softening cock. 

"That is a good cum slut." He says as he pulls his dick from your mouth. Without another word he leaves the room as you sit there with the bottle still buried inside your wet pussy and a few drops of cum slowly making its way down your chin and neck.



A Night In A Dungeon



She was trapped in a basement chained like an animal. She didn't know where she was or why she was brought to this desolate place. She was taken at night, knocked out by chloroform and brought here, to where ever here WAS. She felt chilly, she noticed she didn't have any clothes on. She wondered if she was abused. She felt fine but that doesn't guarantee that anything DIDN'T happen. 

There were beams of sunlight coming through a crack in a darkened window. At least she knew it was morning. but where and what day it was, was still a mystery. She calmed her thoughts. She knew struggling with the chains wouldn't help. They were too strong. She wasn't into any kind of bondage, S&M thing. Kinky was never her forte, actually sex wasn't either. She never had a date or even had a cup of coffee with anyone, so why would someone want to kidnap her take off her clothes and chain her to a dingy dungeon? 

"If I ever needed a knight in shining armour, NOW would be a good time!" she said to herself. 

As the light filled the room, she looked around. Trying to get her bearings on where she was and if she could escape. She saw the basic of things, a chair, a table, a toilet, and a mirror. She saw the door and was watching it as to some sign of movement or where she was. At least the chains gave her movement around where she was, to sit at the table and eat, if she was given food. and to use the toilet when she needed it. But, right now, she was hungry and thirsty. She wondered who wanted to take her and who would do this to her. She decided to keep calm and not get excited, her emotions would have to be in check when she was there. for however long it was to be.

She noticed a small bed in the corner, At least she had somewhere to sleep and not on the floor. She heard footsteps outside the door. She didn't have a chance to be embarrassed about being naked, She had no choice really. The door opened and man came in with a tray of food and coffee. he put it down on the table. He turned toward her and pointed at the food.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Did you bring me here?" She asked sternly. He just kept pointing to the food on the table. "Can you hear anything I say? Are you Deaf, or just mute?" She asked more concerned than angry. He kept looking in her eyes and didn't let them wander down to her large breasts. 

She looked into his eyes as well. She saw that he knew nothing of what happened to her and he was just trying to help her have something to eat. They understood each other without him saying a word to her, He didn't have to. She saw it all in his eyes. 

"Can you tell me where I am? Why I was brought here?" She asked calmly. He had a distraught look to his face. And turned away. "Okay I'm sorry. I wont get you in to trouble, I promise." She said, he turned back to her and smiled. She smiled back. "Thank you for the food. I am hungry." she said. He smiled again and left.

She went over to the table and sat down on the chair and tasted it, cautiously at first. She liked the way it tasted and ate, and drank the coffee. She felt energized. Ready to do battle with what ever and whomever brought her here.

"Okay, I Have had it!" She said loudly. "I know that you are watching me, you wouldn't have brought me somewhere where you couldn't. I just want to know who you are and why I was brought here. Where ever here is!" She looked around to try to find a hidden camera or even one that wasn't so hidden. "ANSWER ME!" she screamed even louder. "If you are waiting for me to break down and cry, you have another thing coming!"

Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion, the mute man and his master are watching the scene unfold on a closed circuit t.v. The master was rubbing his chin with his hand, and smiling slightly.

"She is fantastic, I have chose her well. Her fire is a match for my own. She will make a wonderful bride." The master said softly. 

The mute man looked at his master, sorrow filling his eyes. The first woman he has seen and has ever fallen in love with. Sure there were others that came to the house, but they never stayed for as long as the master had intended or had they? He began to think of the women who had stayed, some for a few months, the longest a year. It seemed the master grew tired of them and sent them away. But where, he didn't know. All he knew is that they were gone and never seen again. 

The mute man decided this one would be different. He wanted her to not have the same fate as the others. He would take her away from all of this, to whatever fate that was in store for her, He knew he would be a better husband to her than his master, who just used women and threw them away. He had to make plans. He needed to keep it to himself. She saw in him what no other woman had dared. and he thought she knew it too.

"It is time! I will reveal myself to her and tell her why she is here." He said in a flurry. He gathered his cloak and went to the dungeon. 

The mute man followed him a few paces behind. When they got to the door, the mute man unlocked it and they went in. She was sitting on the bed. She got up and faced the master while the mute man took off the dishes. 

"So. You are the one who forced me here against my will. Just WHO the hell do you think you are anyway?" She said angrily. 

"Jeanne, Please, all will be explained." He said. The mute man smiled at her name.

"How do you know my name and why was I brought here?" She asked. 

"I am Count Frances Snowdon, I have been watching you from afar. I want to make you a bride." He started. 

"I do not marry anyone who uses kidnapping and imprisonment to get a bride. Sorry, that is not the way I do things. I like to go out with whomever I want to see how it goes. I like to get to know someone before I commit to something as sacred and special as marriage." She said defiantly.

"And how many dates have you been on recently?" He asked curiously.

"None. but that doesn't matter, it is still my choice to choose whomever I want to marry and I Don't think you are my type. I don't go for arranged marriages or anything like that." she said and paused. "And if you think I am desperate to get a man by any means, you have another thing coming!"

"I do so like your fire and spunk. It was worth it to bring you here, It was well worth it." He said.

"And that is another thing. WHERE am I? I remember reading where there was a town in England called Snowdon. But to bring me from America to England would be ludacris to say the least." She said.

"Yes you are in England. We are in England, the county of Dorset. A beautiful place which I am sure you will enjoy for the rest of your life." He said.

"You just don't get it do you? Forcing me to be here is not going to make me like it more. And especially with me being chained up. Oh the countryside is so beautiful from my cell. it's not like I am ever going to be outside. And my clothes? I don't have any and I doubt if you kept them." She said getting more annoyed at each passing minute. 

"Yes your clothes are still here. Being cleaned and freshened, And we will go out and buy you some more." He said.

"You have no idea what I like. and how can you buy me clothes when you don't know my size? I am very hard to buy for." she said.

"My dear, of course you will be with us. I wouldn't dream of buying you anything you didn't want or need." He said.

She looked over to the mute man. he was still looking down and trying not to pay any attention to what was being said.

"What is his name?" She asked curiously. "It would be awkward to say 'hey you' to get his attention." she said.

"His name is Bob. He has been my faithful servant for a little over 10 years now. He has always been quiet. I have never heard him speak." He said.

"Sometimes talking is more than words, I can see in his eyes he is very intelligent and he cares about my safety." She said. 

"Is that so? Well I will speak to him about that later." He said.

"I don't want to get him in to trouble. I see something in him that I Have never seen with anyone else before." She said.

"No he wont be in trouble. I promise you that." He said.

"Good" She said calmly. She held up her hands "When will these come off? Or will they?" She asked curiously.

"Yes they will... in due time." He said. "Come Bob, We have things to do." He said, Bob took the plates and things from the table and turned to her She smiled and winked. and he followed behind the master again. He locked the door behind him. She sat down and started to think.

Later in the day, she is still naked, it is a bit past lunch and she was getting hungry again. and definitely more thirsty, than before. She wondered what time it was and what day it was. Being knocked out has its disadvantages. 

Bob came back in with her food, drink, and clothes. He put the food on the table and the clothes by her bed. He averted her large breasts for a time but could help taking a peak at them. He unchained her from the bonds. He looked at her so lovingly.

"Thank you." She said, "I was wondering when I was going to get my clothes back." He turned his back so she could dress in private. She finished in a matter of moments. "You didn't have to turn around you know. I think seeing me naked is torture enough." She said with a laugh. He turned around and looked at her lovingly.

"This is a first. I never wanted anyone to see me naked before. but in this case I didn't have any choice." She said and looked back at him. "No one has ever looked at me the way you do. I see things in your eyes that I never thought I would see in anyone's eyes for me." She said. He looked at her concerned. "Well what I mean is, I was never skinny or popular or anything like that. I was shy and reserved. No guys ever wanted to go out with me, even though I wanted to so badly. I thought Guys only wanted the skinny supermodel type who would do what they would tell them to do. I wasn't like that at all and I guess they saw that and stayed as far away from me as possible." 

He looked at her with deep concern and love. "But with you it is so different. it seems you like me as I am, and no one has ever wanted that from me. I thought I had to change the way I look and essentially who I was to get a guy and I didn't want to be someone I'm not. I cant be. I can only be me and if they don't like it, well they can jump off the tower bridge or something!" She said they both smiled. 

"You have a wonderful smile. Any woman would be proud to have you." She said. Now he had the shocked look on his face. He waived his hands in front of her and shook his head no. "You've never had a girlfriend? That is so sad. I can tell, just by looking in your eyes, that you are a kind and sensitive person. Maybe like me, never had the chance to show it to anyone. No one wanted to get to know the real you because of what they thought was a defect." She said.

He looked at her knowingly and nodded his head. "I understand what you are going through, I think I've been through hell and back and bear the scars to prove it. Not physical scars, emotional ones. The ones no one can see but hurt more than any other kind of physical pain imaginable." She said and he tried to reach out to touch her face, but stopped. "Don't be afraid. I don't mind being touched. I've wanted it for so long." She said, He stopped again. "I am not going to marry him if that is what you are worried about. I do not want to marry anyone without knowing what they are like, and to bring me here without my knowledge or consent does not gain any points with me."

She reached out and touched his face. He closed his eyes and let out a small moan. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" She asked curiously, He shook his head no. "Good. I didn't think I was touching so hard. I know it is awkward not being able to tell people how you feel. but I think we communicate rather well." She said and winked. He smiled. "You are a very handsome man, too bad people didn't take the time to get to know you. You would've been a very popular man and had many girlfriends."

He waived his hand as if to say 'You're kidding'. "With those eyes, Any woman would melt at the sight of you. You are so expressive with them. I can tell what you are saying without you even saying a word. Isn't that true?" She asked curiously. He nodded his head. "From the first moment of eye contact, we bonded. I don't know how, but we did. I have never had this feeling before." 

He drew closer to her, their eyes met and their lips drew closer. The Count came in and interrupted them. 

"Hello. Am I disturbing anything?" He said with a slight smile. Trying to contain his laughter. they stopped what they were doing when they heard his voice.

"Actually yes you were. But I suppose you were watching our every movement and listening in on what we were saying." She said.

"No. Actually I was looking for Bob. We have some shopping to do, remember? The shops don't stay open all night, But have your dinner and we will leave as soon as you're ready. Come Bob we need to make preparations." The Count said and they both left.

About a half hour later they were in a woman's shop. Looking for some nice clothes for Jeanne to wear while she was in England. She picked out a couple of nice blouses, pants, Panties and bras and Bob was over in the lingerie department looking at a Blue nightie and an almost sheer blue robe. He tried to picture Jeanne in them. He knew that they would be perfect for her, But put them back when he realized that she was going to marry the count. She came over to him and wondered what he was looking at.

"What do we have here?" She picked up the nightie and the robe. And placed them against her. "They are beautiful, But I rarely wear Nightgowns and the robe, Seems to fit but a bit sheer in a few strategic places." she said with a smile. "I think I would wear them if I really loved the man I was going to marry. Tell you what I will get them, but I would like to wear them for you, not the Count. I love his hospitality but like I said, I need to get to know the man I Marry and I Have been getting to know you more than him. I think it's only fair." She said with a smile. He smiled after her. 

The Count was speaking to one of the saleswomen about Jeanne when she saw them looking at the nightie and the robe. 

"I want them to get anything they want. No expense spared." The Count said, 

"All right, Sir, Whatever you say, They are a cute couple. They look so good together, How long have they been together?" She asked curiously.

"A very short time. Only a few days but I knew they would hit it off when I first saw her on a trip to America last year. I knew she would be perfect for him and my instincts were right as usual." He answered.

"Good Sir, Would there be anything else?" She asked. 

"No Just let them look around some more and I will pay for their things when they are finished." He said,

"Yes sir" She said, They finished picking out her clothes and came over to the register. "did you find everything to your satisfaction?" She asked them.

"Yes, Everything is beautiful here, I definitely could spend a day here shopping. And I don't go shopping all that much." Jeanne said and the Cashier smiled. She rung up the items and the Count gave her his credit card, it was immediately approved and she put all the clothes in a large bag with a handle. 

"Thank you and have a nice evening." The cashier said and they walked out of the store.

"Now where are we going? Back to the castle? And back to my dungeon?" Jeanne asked curiously.

"Yes. Back to the castle But I need to tell you why you are here and it seems you fit in perfectly here. I am very proud of what we have accomplished today." He said. Bob and Jeanne looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I Have no clue on what you are talking about." She said "And I don't think Bob does either."

"All will be explained when we get back home." He said and they left in the car and drove back to the castle. They went in and sat down on the chairs in the front room.

"All right. We are here, what is the big news we need to know? And why am I here?" She asked curiously.

"My dear I must start from the beginning. I am sickly. I don't have very much longer to live, My cancer has spread to far and it is inoperable. I Have one Heir to leave my fortune and name to." He says. and points to Bob. "He is my Heir." Jeanne and Bob looked shocked.

"And you never told him? you made him out to be a servant for all these years? How could you?" She said with anger in her voice.

"My dear, there is more to the story May I finish?" He said. She nodded sheepishly. "I am from Romania. A gypsy put a curse on my family and said that my only male heir would never speak until he has found his one true love. I have been searching the globe to find him the proper mate. When I saw you, and the fire in your eyes, I knew you were of the old country. You had something in you which as you said to him, that no one had ever wanted to see. I knew you would look past whatever affliction he had and love him for who he was, I tried to bring different women in but once they found out that the couldn't speak, they never wanted to see him again and they left."

"I couldn't tell him of what was going on. I suppose I wanted to protect him too much and that made it a bit worse. Keeping him away from people. He wasn't used to being around a lot of people He has been outside but he chose to be inside and hide from the world. Which is why I had to try to find the right woman for him. He would never have done it himself before I died and before I had told him and you the truth." He said

"Why was I brought here naked? What happened to me that I had to be naked for 2 days? or how ever long I was unconscious." She asked. "And why was I chained?"

"You were unconscious for technically a day. with the flight and the time difference. You were naked because as I said your clothes needed washing and we didn't have anything else to give you to cover. You were chained because I didn't want you to escape. Could you honestly want to stay if I had told you that you were a bride for my mute son?" He asked.

"And as I told you, I want to get to know someone before I marry them, It doesn't matter to me what kind of affliction they have. I look inside not on the outside. I would've asked about him and tried to communicate with him.And I think we have been doing a pretty good job of it so far." She said and looked at Bob. He smiled.

"Yes, As I said I knew you were perfect for him, You have an old world feeling about you. I cant explain it but I knew you would be good for him." He said.

"Did the gypsy say how the curse would be broken? I know he feels something for me. I can see it in his eyes. Is there a specific way for the spell to be broken?" She asked.

"She did mention something about Loves first kiss. I had to stop you before until I could tell you the whole story. Do you still want to kiss him?" He asked.

She looked at him lovingly. "Yes, Yes I do." She said, They looked at each other for a moment and drew closer and kissed lovingly. She smiled after they finished.

"I Love you" Bob said. She looked at him lovingly

"I Love you too." She said. they held each other close.

"My work is done, I can die in peace." The count said. Jeanne and Bob continued kissing and holding each other

THE END 



A Night in a Hotel Suite



Mm, I love having her wear that little skirt for me. I force her to bend over my desk for being such a naughty girl and spank her sexy ass. I run my tongue up her inner thighs. 

I reach for the roll of tape I have in the top desk drawer and tape her legs to the legs of my desk. I walk behind her and trace my fingers down her spine, down the small of her back, and over her ass. I smack her ass hard with my free hand, and pull up her skirt. I rub her wet pussy while I reach up and grab her long hair. I'd get a good grip on her hair and pull her head back forcing her to arch her back. 

I push two fingers into her wet pussy. I hear a moan escape her lips and pull on her hair harder. I lean in against her ear and whisper, "Sh. Don't MAKE me tape your mouth shut." I pull my wet fingers out of her and drop my pants. I stand in front of her my cock just touching her lips. "Should I let you have this?"

"Mm hm," she replies.

I yank her hair as I explain firmly, "You are only to say, 'Yes Sir' and 'Thank you Sir' not 'Mm hm.'"

"Yes Sir," she replies quickly.

"Good girl. You learn quick, now open up," I push my cock deep into her mouth. I reach back and slap her ass hard as she sucks my cock. "Mm you're a good little cock sucker aren't you."

"Yes Sir," she says with a mouth full of cock.

I push three fingers into her pussy and start fingering her hard and fast. "Do you like that?"

She moans and I immediately pull my cock out of her mouth and smack her face firmly. "No moaning! Ask if you want to moan," I declare. I shove my cock back in her mouth, choking her with it a little before I pull it back out. "Now for a lesson in silence," I go and retrieve a wooden ruler. I return smacking it against my hand as I stand in front of her. "Do you want to be punished?" I ask gently. 

She remains silent anticipation and fear in her eyes. I bring the ruler down hard against the desk, just missing her face and ask again, louder, "Do you want to be punished?"

"No Sir," she answers.

"No?" I kneel down stroking her hair gently, running my fingers through it as I kiss her ear softly. "Are you a good little toy?"

"Yes Sir," she answers.

I smile and kiss her lips gently. Then, I kiss them again more passionately before pulling away, "Then, tell me. What are the only two things you're allowed to say?" I can see the moment the realization flashes through her eyes.

"Yes Sir and Thank you Sir," she quietly responds.

I smile and kiss her nose softly. I brush my hand down her ear to her neck and squeeze tightly, "And what did you say?"

"No Sir," she chokes out.

"Exactly and now you've said it twice."

"But you asked me what I said, Sir. I only repeated it because I had to in order to answer your question."

"Well, if you hadn't said it the first time you wouldn't have needed to repeat it, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"So, I will ask you again. Do you want to be punished?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl. Now kiss me." As we kiss I grab her hair and pull her head back bringing the ruler down hard against her arm and then the other. She cries out as the surprise attack makes her jump. "That is for speaking without permission. Now, how many spanks with the ruler do you think you deserve and need in order to learn your lesson in silence? You may answer."

"None Sir," she replies brazenly.

I laugh out loud as I stand up. "None? Really? So you're a good girl?"

"Yes Sir."

"Pick a number from 10 to 20."

"9 Sir," she answers with a grimace.

I quickly bring my hand down smacking her hard across the face. Then, I grab her throat and squeeze hard enough that she can't breathe. "Try again. Pick a number."

"12 Sir," she mouths unable to vocalize her response.

"12. Good girl. Now, since you said, 'No Sir' twice we will make it 24. In addition, since you obviously don't want to be hit with this ruler we will use this," I state as walk towards the desk lamp, unplug it, and yank the cord from it. "...should have asked for the ruler," I state with a sadistic grin. I wrap the wire around my hand leaving a foot or so hanging from my hand. "So are you going to be quiet while I do this?" I ask as I whip her across her ass, then again on her lower thighs.

The pain is quite evident on her face but she doesn't make a sound. "Did you like that my pet?" I ask as I whip her again, this time lower and on her calves. "Did you?" I ask before bringing the whip down on her ass again.

"No. No Sir," she says trying not to scream out.

"No?" I grab her hair and pull her head back. I continue to whip her ass, over and over.

"Please stop. Stop Sir!" she cries out, tears running down her cheeks.

I pull her head towards me and push my cock into her mouth. "This is a lesson in silence. How many whips have you had?" I push my cock down her throat as I continue to whip her red ass. "Shall we count the lines? Hm, looks like 10 red welts. You're almost halfway there." I run my hand down the small of her back and over her ass, feeling the heat from the welts. I pull my cock out of her mouth and walk behind her. I kneel down and kiss her glowing red ass. I kiss the welts, one at a time before moving my lips to those between her legs. I suck on her clit, pulling it in my teeth, stretching it before I let it go. 

"Ooowww!"

I take a big lick of her wet pussy pushing my tongue inside her. "Mm, my pet is delicious."

She tries very hard not to moan aloud. I stand up behind her and press my cock against her pussy. I push the head of my cock just slightly inside her pussy.

"Yes, fuck me, Sir," her voice seductive.

"Fuck you? No, no, we aren't done with your lesson yet. But, if you're good and you don't scream, I will reward you. Now count them aloud for me," I state as I stand to the side and begin whipping her ass again.

"Eleven...Twelve...Thirteen..."

"Good girl." I continue whipping as she continues counting. We reach twenty-three and she manages not to cry out, "Good girl," I stand in front of her. "There's still one left my pet," I tell her as I lean in and brush the tears from her cheeks. I place my thumb in my mouth to taste her tears. "You are a good little pet," my tone hinting at perhaps forgetting the final whip. 

I start to walk past her as if I were going to leave that last one before quickly turning and bringing the whip down hard and fast across her back. I can hear her cry out but it's muffled as she manages to keep her mouth shut. "Mm, I'm impressed. You are learning." I place the wire down on the desk beside her face. I walk around her taking a good look, admiring my work. I walk up behind her, and spread her ass and thighs as I push my face against her pussy, licking and sucking, tasting her. 

She moans ever so softly as I kiss her thighs moving up to her ass, kissing all her welts. I push three fingers into her pussy as I kiss up her back. I push a fourth finger inside her, stretching her; I force it inside her tight pussy. I bite her shoulder and she moans even louder giving in to the bliss.

I grab her hair and pull her head back, "Do you like it?"

She inhales a sharp breath, "Yes Sir."

"Do you deserve more?" I ask quietly.

"Yes Sir," she replies.

I pull my fingers out and rub the wetness on her pussy lips and ass. I push my four fingers inside her again and push my thumb into her tight ass. I move my hand up and down as her pussy soaks my hand; her legs begin to give from the pleasure.

"Do you like that?" I ask her again.

Her breathing is heavy, her pussy tightening around my fingers, "Yes Sir."

"Are you thankful that I am so kind?"

"Yes Sir."

"Am I a good Master?"

"Yes Sir."

"Would you like to have my cock?"

"Yes Sir. Please Sir."

"Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it," I demand.

She closes her eyes and from the looks of it she bites her tongue. She's not one to beg and this disappoints me.

"Is this how you thank me?" I ask pulling my hand out of her wet pussy and slapping her across the face.

She glares at me and I bring the back of my hand back, smacking her again, "Now beg bitch!"

"Fuck you Sir!" She responds with bitterness.

"Fuck me? Oh, I think not." I grab her hair and pull her head back hard. I spit in her face and slap her again. "Now say, 'Thank you.'"

She smirks and replies, "Thank you."

"Thank you what?" I coax but she remains quiet. "Oh I see...you learn how to be quiet now? Well, if that is what you want, fine." I leave the room and return shortly. I walk up behind her and the sound of tape being pulled from the roll can be heard. "Since you like to be quiet you won't mind this," I say as I put the tape to her lips. I wrap it around her head, and again a little higher. I wrap it two more times, once over her nose, squishing it but allowing her to still breath, and then again over her eyes. I tear it from the roll. "Now, how is that? Do you have anything to say now?"

She growls in and animalistic predatorily nature.

I respond mockingly, "Oh, I can't hear you. Now, you will learn some manners." I walk behind her and push my cock deep inside her pussy. I reach up and grab her hair again, pulling back on it with every thrust. I fuck her hard and fast. I pull it out and slap it against her dripping wet pussy lips and then push it into her tight ass. I take long deep slow thrusts, going all the way inside, my balls pressed against your wet pussy lips, and then almost all the way out. I continue thrusting harder and faster each time. I take the opportunity to slap her ass making the welt likely sting, as I hear her cry out through the tape.

I reach up to her throat and squeeze. The only sounds escaping is unintelligible muttering, most likely not stuff I'd want to be hearing her shout at me anyway. I squeeze tighter as I push my cock deep inside of her, exploding inside of her, my own moans of satisfaction and ecstasy loud. 

I slowly release my grip on her throat as I pull my shrinking cock out of her. "You are a good little pet," I state before leaving the room to shower.

I return still wet from my shower. I pull the tape off of her face and head slowly, but fast enough that it still stings. As I pull the tape off her hair I look down at her. "Now thank me," I state.

I can see the whirlwind of her emotions through her eyes. She doesn't completely want to say only those two words, but after a moment of silence it comes, "Thank you Sir."

I could tell her, "You're welcome," but instead I reply with only, "Good girl." I begin to leave the room again turning only to make another request, "I'm hungry. Clean up and make me a sandwich."

"Yes Sir," I hear her reply with an almost unnoticeable bitterness in her voice. I let it slide, for now.



A Night In A Turkish Whorehouse



I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And of course those full bodied figures; hips like a pair of battleships, and knockers that never quit. The girls in that part of the world are built to breed. You never have to worry about falling out of the saddle with one of those mamas; they can take a rough ride and come back for more. Terrific women. World class.

In September 1985 my work took me to Turkey for a couple of weeks. Toward the end of my stay there I had an exotic adventure one night in the Souk Kabeer – the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul. 

I had finished my work and was getting ready to leave Turkey in a couple of days. In other words, it was playtime. A German guy I was working with, Hans, and myself were following the advice one of the women at the American embassy had given us. We went out to explore the Grand Bazaar. The Grand Bazaar is a rabbit’s warren of shops jammed packed next to one another, situated along a seemingly endless maze of narrow streets and alleys. The place dates back to the Byzantine era and it looks like it. The entire complex is walled in and in most places covered. A sort of ancient civilization version of a modern-day shopping mall. 

It was late afternoon by the time we got there. I didn’t have a lot of money on me and we didn’t have a lot of time to kill. We strolled through the street of rug merchants, the street of brass workers, the street of jewelers and goldsmiths. We came to a barbershop and decided it was a good time for a haircut.

The barbershop was an experience in itself. It was a hole in the wall joint with barely enough room for the two old-fashioned barber chairs and a bench on the side for customer waiting their turn. The walls were papered with posters advertising all sorts of products, from batteries to cars to the local brand of ice cream, and an odd collection of newspaper articles featuring President Reagan. Old Ron-Bomb was making quite an impression in that part of the world in those days, and so this did not seem out of place or unusual. There was nobody waiting so the barbers sat us down and went right to work. They didn’t speak a word of English or any other of the handful of languages that Hans and I had between us, so it was all sign language and unintelligible phrases. I ended up getting a severe trim that looked like a Marine haircut and then the guy shaved me with a straight razor, like something out of a mafia film. Then he cleaned me off with a hot towel and he shaved me a second time. Hans had his moustache trimmed and for about the millionth time in my life I wished I could grow a big bushy mo like everyone else in the Middle East. We paid the guy, then went outside to explore the souk some more. 

The air was getting cooler and the shadows were growing long. Already most of the narrow streets and passageways were quite dark. Dusk was coming on and most of the shopkeepers were beginning to shutter up their shops by the time we stumbled upon the bar. 

The place was a simple whitewashed room with Formica-topped folding tables. It was crowded and noisy, full of Turkish men with their thick black moustaches. They all wore crumpled white shirts and heavy wool gray suits and they smoked like chimneys. They were drinking arak. I’d heard of the stuff before, in books written by guys like Somerset Maugham and Ernest Hemingway, but this was my first introduction to the arak experience. Wish I knew then what I know now. Hans and I sat down. A heavy-set Turk who looked anywhere from forty to sixty-five sat on the other side of the table. We nodded with the same tough-guy frown this guy gave us, and when the proprietor came up, we both indicated the same thing he was drinking, a clear glass bottle the size of a coke bottle containing a clear liquid.

“Arak?”

“Yeah. Arak.”

The big Turk on the other side of the table lit up a cigarette and ignored us. Then the proprietor returned with our bottles, two glasses containing chunks of ice obviously hacked off a larger block, and a small jug of water. I tossed a few drachma or lire or whatever the currency is over there on the table and we were on our way. 

I guess arak is a type of anisette liqueur, along the lines of that god-awful stuff they drink in the south of France. Whatever it’s made of, it’s got a liquorice taste to it and it turns into a white liquid when water is poured into it. A twelve-ounce bottle of the stuff cost us about fifty cents. 

What I didn’t get from reading all those novels was the kick this stuff has. It sort of sneaks up on you. Hans and I were knocking the stuff back like it was kool-aid and ordering more bottles. Before I knew it there were ten or twelve empties on the table. My head was pounding, I had a taste like gacky cough medicine down the back of my throat and the room was beginning to spin. “Hans,” I said, “ we gotta get outta here. I need some fresh air.”

“Yah, John, dot’s a good idea.” I threw a few more shekels or whatever they were on the table and we stumbled out of the place, back into the souk, now dark and cold.

We staggered along the damp cobblestones, trying to keep our balance. That arak really hit home hard, but as hard as it hit it seemed to be wearing off pretty fast, too. My head seemed quite clear in the cold night air. We tried to keep straight as we walked past what appeared to be a police station, and then somehow we ended up stumbling into an open doorway that led us up a flight of stairs and into a large, darkened room full of tables and chairs and filled with Turkish men and women.

At first I thought it was just another bar. Then I noticed that all the women in the place were all wearing nothing but lingerie beneath these long flowing nightgowns made of sheer diaphanous material. It was pretty obvious what sort of a place we had stumbled upon. We found a couple of seats at a table. The proprietor came up, a fat guy in a white apron. I told him the only word I know in Turkish. “Arak.” At the time I wished I knew how to order a beer, but in retrospect it probably saved my life that I didn’t mix grain with whatever it is they make that ungodly stuff out of. He came back with the little bottles, the glasses and the water and we paid him. 

Like I said, my head had cleared up from our little walk down the street, and I could now take in the scenery around us from a fairly straight point of view. I noticed quite a few police officers about the place, but this is not unusual in Third World whorehouses. Either they’re there getting paid to provide security or they’re picking up their payola. 

The girls were all around the place. Some sat at tables with the customers, drinking and smoking and playing backgammon. Others hung off the bar, waiting to be summoned. They all wore variations of the same outfit – bras and panties, with lots of bare skin covered more or less by open and revealing negligees. Some of the girls wore thigh high stockings, which was a nice touch, and all of them wore these dainty little high-heeled slippers. I even noticed a couple of girls in the traditional belly dancer costumes; see-thru genie pants and be-sequined brassieres and panties, cut very low. A couple of the girls lay back on the sofa beds lining the wall, sharing a hookah - the water pipe that the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland smoked. Reclining with their gowns falling from their bare bodies, they resembled an old Victorian engraving of the girls in the sultan’s harem. 

A couple of the whores came up to join us.

These girls weren’t half-bad looking. Like I said before, I’ve developed a taste for Middle Eastern women and this pair were prime specimens. The long flowing brown hair, full lips and dark flashing eyes. Both the girls were full bodied, with their large pendulous breasts barely contained in the cups of their brassieres, which were cut so low you could easily see the tops of their brown nipples. Neither of them made the slightest effort to contain their treasures; they were obviously displaying what they had to their greatest advantage. Clad as they were in their filmy robes, it was easy to appraise the full package. Narrow waists that flared out into generous hips and nice, well formed legs. Hans and I ordered a round of arak for the ladies and we started to party. The lack of a common language was hardly an obstacle. 

Well, not allowing the spoken language to be a barrier we proceeded into some pretty serious non-verbal communication in short order. We paired off, and pretty soon I was holding hands under the table with my whore and looking deep into the lipid pools that were her eyes, and Hans was doing the same with his girl. He was luckier than me because it seemed that the girls understood some German, a tongue that’s not in my repertoire. He and his girl were getting on like a house on fire. I took solace in the fact that my whore was better looking, and slimmer around the middle.

My girl was, in fact, quite stunning. She had the olive skin and the dark hair but with her looks she could have come from anywhere in Europe or North America. She had a cute little nose and a sweet smile. She reminded me of the kind of girl you’d see in a French maid outfit, very pert and coquettish. I guessed her age at about thirty. Under the table she ran her fingers along my palm and squeezed my hand. It wasn’t long before her fingernails were tracing a line along my thigh and making their way up to my crotch, where she stroked my now rock hard dick through the tight denim of my jeans. Now I needed something more than the arak to quench a different kind of thirst that was growing in my craw. I smiled and she smiled and it was obvious that it was time to find out what the arrangements were in this place.

As German was the apparent lingua franca of the place, Hans did the talking with the fat man in the apron, and soon we were shuttled to a doorway in the back of the place and another dark flight of stairs. We peeled off some bills and paid the fat man, then followed the girls up the stairway, getting a great view of their undulating asscheeks along the way.

The stairs led up to a hallway with several doors which obviously led to the rooms. Some grunts and moans betrayed the activity in progress behind some of the doors. Hans and I split off with our respective whores, mine taking me by the hand and leading me to a door at the far end.

The room was small but featured a smaller room just to the left of the doorway; a little w.c. complete with a sink and a toilet. At least this fuckhouse had running water – I’ve been in worse. There was a bit of room around the bed, which was made up with what looked like clean linen, and a coat and hat rack standing in the corner. Now that we were out of the smoky atmosphere of the bar downstairs I could make out her scent – an exotic combination of jasmine and patchouli. A sensory reminder that I was away from the Western world and traveling along the spice roads of antiquity.

My hooker turned and smiled, holding both hands out from her sides, offering me the first full view all night. She was very nice. Her nightgown was fastened by a string at the neck but hung open all the way to the floor. The transparent garment wouldn’t have been able to conceal anything even if it had been a one-piece kaftan, but still it was nice to fully appreciate the quality of her wares. She wore a lacey lime green bra and panty set and a pair of white lace topped thigh high stockings. And of course the ubiquitous high-heeled slippers. 

She was full and round in all the right places, but not fat at all. In fact, despite her well-rounded curves, it seemed she was almost muscular. Still holding my hands, she smiled sweetly, and then she began a sort of slow dance movement. A belly dance. I immediately understood the nature of her well-developed body. 

The muscles of her belly undulated like waves as she slithered and swayed like a snake. She leaned back, still holding my hands as she slowly danced for me, thrusting her hips toward me. She rubbed her mound against the bulge in my jeans. I could hardly wait. I freed one hand to begin stripping what few garments she wore from her to get things started but she resisted me, smiling and wagging a finger, wordlessly saying ‘No, no, no! Not yet.’ Instead she turned me around so that now the bed was behind me. Still swaying from side to side and rippling the muscles across her abdomen she slowly sank to her knees, limbo-style. Then she let go of my hands and started unfastening my belt. 

She undid the belt and pulled it free from my belt loops with a vigorous tug like she was starting a chainsaw, then she tossed it aside. Then she leaned forward, her face right against my crotch, and bit down on the tab on my zipper. Her eyes looking up at me, she slowly unzipped my fly with her teeth. Her hands went to stroke my dick through my shorts. I was very hard and pointing right up at the ceiling.

She tugged my jeans down with the same deliberate firmness, then my shorts went the same way as my jeans. They both landed in a heap over where my belt lay. My dick pointed straight out from me. My lady opened her mouth and without hesitation engulfed my pole in her lips. 

What followed was one of the all time best blowjobs of my life. Cupping my ass cheeks in both hands, she proceeded to suck up and down on my shaft like the professional she was. The girl didn’t use her hands at all. Those full, red lips went to work as her head bobbed up and down on me like a hen on a June bug; she didn’t quit. The sensations were incredible. As she sucked I pulled off my sweatshirt and the t-shirt I wore beneath. I was fully naked before her, with my dick in her mouth, and she had yet to remove a single stitch.

Finally I grew weak in the knees. I reached behind me to place a hand on the mattress and slowly lowered myself to a seated position. The girl continued her sucking, head going up and down on my rod without missing a beat. I wanted to lie back to relax as she sucked me off. As I pulled myself back on the mattress to fully recline she climbed up with me, never removing her mouth from my rock-hard dick. Now she crouched over me on her hands and knees, her wet mouth working me up and down, up and down. The feeling was indescribable. I was very near to the end.

Finally I could take it no more; I needed to fuck this woman. I gently pulled her off my red-hot quivering pole and gently undid the knot that held her negligee about her neck. She leaned back, smiling that winning grin, and reached behind her to undo her bra, finally exposing her superb breasts. She held them cupped in her hands and kissed her nipples to hardness – she was large enough to do this without even straining her neck. I pulled her toward me and buried my face into her generous cleavage. The girl cradled my head to her and smiled as I paid homage to her nipples. As I licked and sucked I reached around her to cup her ass in my hands, and the started to pull at her panties. She said, “Ah!” and backed away from the bed. This magnificent creature peeled her panties down, then stood before me in full display, her hands on her hips and a wide grin on her face. 

Like I said, I’d been around the Middle East before so it did not surprise me that she was shaved completely bald down there. It is the way of the girls in that part of the world. What occurred next was something new and different, however. 

The girl returned to the bed, crawling on her hands and her knees. When I reached for her to pull her to me, however, she pulled away. I wanted to embrace her and feel those marvelous melons against my chest as I mounted her. The girl, it seemed had another idea. 

She waved me away and turned away from me, arching her back and driving her round ass towards my crotch. I figured she wanted to be taken from behind, doggie-style. No problem. I got up on my knees and worked my dick up towards that shaved pussy. The head of my knob was knocking at those pussy lips, trying to get in. 

Problem. The girl had her hand over her pussy and she was moving her ass back and forth so that I couldn’t get in. “Nein, nein,” she said. I know that much German. Figuring she was just another nutty whore, I tried to knock her hand aside and lay my John Thomas into her hole. She clamped her hand down tight on her pussy and squealed, “Nein, mein herr, NEIN!” 

There followed a babble in German and Turkish and I was totally mystified. I mean, we were both naked in bed in a whorehouse, she was a whore, she had just sucked my dick for about thirty minutes and now that I was going to fuck her it was no-go. I could not, for the life of me, figure out what her problem was until I caught something to the tune of “Das ist fur kinder!” Then I caught on. 

As a youngster I’d heard the stories from this part of the world. I’d read tales of the early English adventurers, even some their detailed descriptions of the sexual habits and customs practiced by the people in the lands that line the caravan routes. I had heard of their peculiar methods of birth control. What I could hardly believe was that I was encountering these bizarre traditions in this day and age, but it was becoming more and more obvious how she wanted to be taken. 

She was face down into the pillows, her beautiful ass in the air with her hands pulling her butt cheeks apart offering me the tiny, puckered pink lips of her asshole. While I was grateful to see that she was clean in that place, I really didn’t want to go that way. So while her hands were on the sides of her butt and her pussy was free I made another lunge, targeting my dick right into her wet pussylips. 

Big mistake. She hollered “NEIN!!! DAS IST VERBOTEN.” and a torrent that I couldn’t understand word for word but I could get the gist of. She knocked my dick aside then clamped her hand tight over her twat. With her other hand she waved toward the bedside table, indicating a bottle of massage oil there. There was to be no straight fucking in here tonight. Whether I wanted to or not, I was going in her backdoor. 

What the hell, I thought, when in Rome. Or in this case, Byzantium. I picked up the bottle of oil and lubed up, then squirted a few drops into her brown eye, just for good measure. I was still a little uncertain about the whole thing, but it was too late to back out now. She looked clean so I guessed that if this is her way she must be in the habit of washing herself out down there pretty carefully. It was time to go in. I placed the head of my raging boner onto her asshole and slowly made my entry. 

The feeling was not at all unpleasant. She was very tight back there, and very hot. As I worked my length into her inch-by-inch I looked around to see how she was taking it. The look on her face alternated between a grimace and a look of pleasure, so I just continued to ease myself in nice and slow. When I finally got my length into her I relaxed my efforts and enjoyed her hot tightness. Now it was her turn to drive her butt back onto me and wiggle it around, essentially screwing herself onto me. 

With the lubrication from all that oil I was able to match her screw for screw, and soon she had relaxed her sphincter muscles enough to allow me to drive my length in and out of her tight butt hole like a normal fuck. 

Girlie leaned forward, almost lying down with her butt up and me on top of her. She continued to arch her back and drive her soft butt cheeks up to me as I pumped away. I lay right down on top of her and reached around to grasp those lovely boobs of hers. Cupping the pair of them in my left forearm, I reached down with my right to stroke her pussy and diddle her clit. I know she enjoyed that because it caused her to arch her back and impale her ass right on me even more. I held her totally captive in my arms as I fucked her in the ass. 




A Night In A Turkish Whorehouse



The sensation was becoming more and more enjoyable, screwing her tight little asshole and bouncing off her soft round ass cheeks. I think she even was getting something out of it, although for the life of me I could not figure out how. She squirmed around like a harpooned fish and was starting to moan as I slid the length of my shaft in and out. She even started to make encouraging comments in her native language. Either she was coming to orgasm as I ploughed her ass, or she deserved an Oscar for her acting. 

As she arched up to meet my thrusts she moaned and sighed, while I was beginning to breathe heavy and grunt like a bull in rut. Finally I reached my zenith and released a surging orgasmic ejaculation. I know she felt that – it must have been like someone was pouring molten lava deep into her ass. My lady squealed and wiggled beneath me, and I could tell that she was definitely coming as my hand continued frigging her clit and fingerfucking her hole like mad as she ground her pussymound right into it. Her sphincter muscles clamped around my pole, squeezing me dry as she was exploded into a full-on dual-penetration orgasm. 

I pumped a few more times, then slowly pulled myself out of her. There was a suction as I tried to withdraw, and a funny slurping sound and a pop when I finally made it free. I looked at her laying face down on the mattress with a look of bliss on her face and shook my head in sheer disbelief. As incredible as it seemed, she wasn’t acting. The girl had actually gotten off from me fucking her in the ass. 

I made my way into the little w.c. and washed my trembling, pulsing dick in the sink. Then I went back into the room to get my gear on. The girl made her way past me into the bathroom and shut the door. It sounded like somebody was watering down a horse in there. I had my jeans and my sweatshirt on when Little Miss Rump Rider came out with a sort of funny smile on her face. I went to hold her to give her a kiss but she was squirming in a funny sort of a way, and I took it for the universal tradition – no matter that her mouth had been all over my dick and she’d let me shag her silly right up her poop chute - whores don’t kiss on the mouth. Then I reached into my wallet and counted out half the Turkish bills in there and handed them to her. I figured this was a first timer for me so I’d reward her to mark the occasion. The unexpected bonus pleased her and she smiled and prattled on in her language, placing a finger to my lips then kissing it. I gave the nipples on those fabulous breasts a little pinch and a kiss goodbye and made my way out the door. What a delightful little whore she was.

I met up with Hans downstairs. He’d figured out how to order a beer, but by then I’d figured out not to mix all the arak I’d already drunk with anything different. After my experience upstairs I felt like I needed another bottle of the stuff – it really had a refreshing effect, even while it hit you like a sledgehammer. Years later somebody told me that a bottle of the stuff contained a few grains of opium and I believe it. We drank and exchanged notes on what had happened upstairs and that was when Hans turned me on to what was really going on in the place.

“My girl spoke good German, you know?” He had that funny way of speaking that Krauts have. “She explained to me the system here.”

“Yeah? So what’s the deal?”

“This is the police station.”

“Get-outta-here!”

“No. Yes. This is the police station. It is right underneath of us, downstairs. The police run this boomsinghaus.”

“Get-outta-here!” I looked around. It was kind of weird how the cops were all over the place, just sort of hanging out.

“No, really. This is run by the police. It is part of their system.”

“Explain.”

“Well, in this country, if you are in debt and cannot pay your bills you go to the debtor’s prison.”

“That’s pretty fucked up.”

“Yah, dot’s focked up, but they have a way to pay off your debt.”

I just sat there and looked at him. I knew where this was going. 

“If you are in der debtor’s prison, your wife can come here to the whorehouse and work off your debt.”

I got real quiet, looking around at the whores draped around the place like a pack of alley cats. Suddenly it all seemed to make sense. Hans seemed to be reading my thoughts. 

“Tell me something, John. The woman you had tonight, did she let you fuck her pussy?”

“Well, ah, no, now that you mention it. She wouldn’t let me go in normal. She’d only let me fuck her in the ass. I never did it that way before. She gave me a killer blowjob first, though.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, John. These girls won’t let you fuck their pussy. Only suck, or fuck in the tuchs.” He had an intense look on his face as he said the next bit – “As long as they don’t let you fuck them in the pussy, they’re being faithful to their husband downstairs in the clink!”

I’ve been around the world so many times since that night I’ve lost track, and I’ve been with a lot of different women in a lot of different places. All I can say is the scene that night in Istanbul ranks right up there with the weirdest of them. After I found out what was going on in that place I sure felt good that I gave that girl such a big tip.

And I never even knew her name.



A Night in Arabia



My name is Azhar Qadir and I understand that what I'm about to share with you is definitely shocking. Especially coming from a man who was born and raised in Amman, the biggest City in the Capital Region of the Kingdom of Jordan. I have lived in the Confederation of Canada for almost twenty years now. I moved to North America with my parents when I was much younger. The City of Ottawa, Ontario, is the place I have long called home. I graduated from All Saints Academy in 1999 and earned my bachelor's degree in business administration from Carleton University in 2004. I am currently pursuing a Master's degree in business at the University of Ottawa. Going back to school in 2011 after such a long hiatus hasn't been easy. I tried my hand at a career in the military and discovered it wasn't for me. Fortunately, something good came out of it.

It's at the University of Ottawa that I met the lovely Tahirah Simah Ibrahim, the young Saudi Arabian woman I am currently engaged to. Tahirah is a rebel in every sense of the word. I ran into her at the Persian Students Association. There are many Algerian, Saudi Arabian, Egyptian and Albanian students at the University of Ottawa. The school officials lump us all together as 'the Arab students'. One of my classmates invited me and I came to one meeting, mostly because I wanted him to stop bugging me about it. I've never really been religious, nor do I associate with people of the Muslim faith for the most part. I've become somewhat of an atheist after living in the Province of Ontario for so long. I've grown disgusted with religion altogether. Doesn't matter if you are Catholic, Jewish, Buddhist or Muslim. I think all religion is a load of crock. That's what I said to my Muslim brothers and sisters at the P.S.A. meeting and I guess that turned a few heads.

I knew some of these Muslim students would be mad at me. They haven't seen what I have seen. I spent years and years first in Iraq then Afghanistan as a member of the Canadian Armed Forces. I served beside American soldiers and experienced firsthand the distrust that both Canadian and American officers have for any man or woman from the Muslim world. It didn't matter to them that I barely remembered living in Amman, the capital of Jordan. My father is a tailor in Ottawa and my mother is a book store clerk. We're not rich people. They're religious, I'm not. I joined the Canadian Armed Forces because I felt moved to participate in the defence of North America after the September 11 Attack on New York City. 

I have always felt that North America is the land of opportunity. While attending Carleton University, I spent one semester at Northeastern University in Boston, Massachusetts. I was fond of America. Yet that didn't seem to matter to American guys and Canadian guys who saw me as an Arab first and a Canadian citizen second. Such a pity, because my sole allegiance is to the Confederation of Canada. These bigots forever darkened my view of the world. Don't even get me started on the many Canadian citizens of Arabic descent who called me a traitor to Allah because I wore the Canadian Armed Forces uniform. I learned that you can't please the world. You can only be yourself.

All this I shared with the men and women of the Persian Students Association of the University of Ottawa. I wanted them to know why I had lost faith not just in our religion but also in the tenets that Americans and Canadians claimed to live by. After that first meeting, I expected to become persona non grata with the Muslim students of the University of Ottawa. I was half right. I got confronted by Tahirah Simah. This tall, curvy and big-bottomed young Persian woman hailed from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. She had been living in Canada for most of her life. Her parents were divorced. She was a member of the school's women's rugby club. She had the unique distinction of being a member of both the Persian Students Association and the Feminists of Ottawa. I would have thought that one couldn't be a member of both organizations but I guess she proved me wrong.

Our first time talking wasn't exactly pleasant. I'm five-foot-nine, slim, with black hair, dark bronze skin and pale brown eyes. I'm nobody's idea of an intimidating man. I'm rather soft spoken in person actually. Tahirah was another matter. At six feet one inch in height, she was bodacious and somewhat intimidating. The gal was big from playing rugby for most of her life. Add to that the fact that she has a temper and you can see why our first talk was anything but comfortable. Tahirah told me that I was full of shit. She called me an imperialist for joining the Canadian Armed Forces in their wartime support of the United States Army in the Middle East. She called me a traitor to Allah for taking arms against our brothers and sisters in the Middle East. 

Tahirah was definitely on a roll, folks. And she didn't appear ready to stop anytime soon. Oh, and she also called me an enemy of womankind...simply for having balls. That last one kind of stung in a way the others didn't. I told her to shut up. She got in my face. I stood my ground. I've faced off against mean White guys and big Black guys from the United States Army who didn't like having an Arab guy in a Canadian army uniform hanging around. Believe me when I tell you that I don't intimidate easily. I told her that she was entitled to her views, but I would not stand for her insults. Tahirah wasn't used to having men react to her this way. She just stood there as I shook my head and walked away. In my lifetime I've dealt with many fools, both male and female. This wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

I went home that night feeling tired. As I checked my Facebook, I realized I had a message. It was from Tahirah. She was apologizing for her radical views. I was surprisingly lenient with her. I remember being young and passionate. I'm thirty two years old and she's twenty one. I think immature behaviour is still expected from someone like her. I didn't tell her that, of course. I told her I respected her views. Moments later came a reply, followed by another. Before I knew it we were chatting for hours. At the end o this session, she offered me her cell phone number. She wanted me to meet with her at some point during the week because she wanted to pick my brain. Well, what do you think I said? I agreed to meet with Tahirah by the Tim Horton's restaurant near the University of Ottawa. She looked beautiful in a bright red T-shirt and short black dress which showed off her big, sexy legs and big butt. She's definitely a Saudi woman. They love to show off. I smiled as she sat down, and we began chatting over coffee and sandwiches. 

It's in this first meeting that I learned quite a bit about Tahirah. She wasn't the simple hot head that I thought she was. I learned that she had joined the Canadian Armed Forces but got tossed out before deployment. Something about beating up a white female officer who made a derogatory comment about Muslim guys in the women's locker room. I raised an eyebrow as Tahirah told me this. The young Saudi woman scoffed, saying that she wasn't about to let any white bitch disrespect the men of her culture. I smiled at that. I was really surprised. Not because Tahirah beat up some racist white chick, but because she stood up for the rights of Arab men. Would her feminist buddies approve? I wondered. I kept this to myself, of course. I looked her in the eyes and congratulated her on having the courage of her convictions. Then I asked her if she wanted to go dancing with me. Tahirah grinned broadly when I said that. What do you think she said?

And that's how it all began. My relationship with Tahirah. This tall, big and beautiful Saudi Arabian woman who changed my life. Our relationship was passionate, especially when one of my big sexual secrets was revealed. You see, I haven't been completely honest with you. There is a reason why I shunned my fellow Arabs in recent years. I felt that my sexual desires were not compatible with the tenets of Islam. In the past I mostly dated white women and Hispanic women, and the occasional Black woman. I found these women more sexually open-minded about my unique fetishes. What are my fetishes? I'm into female domination. There, I said it. That's the secret of the big Muslim guy from Jordan. I like dominant women. When I revealed this to Tahirah, she smiled. Then she told me that kind of already figured it out. I was in for a surprise. For my liberated and freaky Tahirah was even wilder than I had previously imagined. She is a practitioner of BDSM. Hardcore domination at its best. I grinned from ear to ear when she told me that. We're perfect for each other!

And that's how I ended up here. Completely naked with my hands tied behind my back, kneeling before an equally nude Tahirah. Sitting on the couch, she held a long black leather belt in her hand. My belt, actually. Tahirah smiled as I gently sucked on her chubby little toes. I took each and every one of them in my mouth, sucking them neatly. Tahirah giggled as I sucked her toes. Then she turned me around and gave my back a few whacks of the belt. I endured them for I knew what was to come later. Tahirah began spanking my ass with those big, sexy hands of hers. Hands that usually gripped rugby balls and threw them with fierce accuracy. She spanked my ass, and it stung so deliciously. As she spanked my butt, she called me all kinds of names. The more vicious she got, the more turned on I became. And she could tell, for she commented on how hard my eight-inch cock got during my much-deserved spanking. 

Tahirah put me back on my knees, then gripped my cock and balls. She squeezed them really hard, causing me to first wince then scream. Tahirah laughed as I scream, then let go. She began stroking my cock gently, then slipped a gloved finger in my asshole. I gasped as her finger penetrated me. I've never had anything up my ass before. Okay, I'm lying. Once, this white chick I was dating shoved a slim dildo up my ass but she got turned off when I asked her for more. Women seem to think that a man can't enjoy receiving anal penetration unless he is gay or bisexual. Well, I'm totally straight and my idea of a good time is having a woman shove a dildo up my ass. I told Tahirah this, and she smiled. She added another finger up my ass. I groaned as I felt her fingers digging up my ass. The rougher she got with her fingers up my ass, the harder my dick got. Especially when Tahirah began stroking my cock while fingering my ass roughly. I screamed in pleasure, begging her for more. And this time, I was in luck. For the woman I'm with now isn't turned off by my kinky side. When I begged her for more, Tahirah obliged me. Soon I had three fingers up my ass. Allah, I'm in heaven!

This sweet torture went on another a few minutes, then Tahirah and I tried other stuff. I was dying to have her stuff a dildo up my ass but she wanted to have some fun first. She made me lie on the carpeted floor and climbed on top of me. Then she impaled her pussy on my hard dick. Man, I couldn't believe this. Laughing, Tahirah began riding me. Moving my hips, I thrust upward. I slammed my dick into her pussy, loving the feel of it around my cock. Tahirah was really going wild, urging me to fuck her harder. How could I disobey my gorgeous Saudi goddess? I fucked her as hard as I could, and then some. We went at it until she wanted to try something else. Tahirah shoved me hard to the carpeted floor, and before I could realize what was happening, she was straddling my face. My big beautiful Persian goddess sat her big butt on my face, smothering me. And I loved it!

While smothering my face with her big sexy ass, my Saudi Amazon Tahirah ordered me to lick her pussy. And I did just that. I teased her clitoris, then darted in and out of her pussy with my agile tongue. I worked that pussy with my tongue, since my hands were tied up behind me and I couldn't get at it with my fingers. I worked my magic on her, folks. Until she squealed in delight. A little while later, she playfully smacked my face and thanked me for a job well done. Only then did she give me what I had been begging her for. A good fuck in the ass. Grabbing me forcefully, Tahirah put me back on all fours. Spreading my ass cheeks wide open with her strong hands, she applied lubricant all over my asshole. And just like that, she got up from behind me and left the room. Moments later she came back, with a strap-on dildo firmly strapped about her waist. I watched her as she stroked it. Hot damn. My tall, big and beautiful Saudi Arabian goddess looked simply sublime with the strap-on dildo. Grinning, Tahirah ordered me to suck it. 

Without hesitation I fastened my lips to Tahirah's strap-on dildo. I eagerly sucked on it. Laughing, Tahirah asked me how long I had been thirsting for a taste of her plastic cock. I would have answered that I'd waited forever for her, but my mouth was kind of busy at the moment. I sucked her dildo like my life depended on it. Until my goddess Tahirah ordered me to stop. Then she turned me around and pressed the dildo against my asshole. And just like that, she began fucking me in the ass. I closed my eyes as she penetrated me. Hot damn. At long last my ultimate fantasy was coming true. While sinking the dildo deep inside my hungry asshole, Tahirah was gentle. I urged her to fuck me harder. I've been playing with my own ass for years. Believe me when I tell you I can take more. Laughing, Tahirah spanked my ass and called me a slut while thrusting her strap-on dildo deeper inside my asshole. I screamed as her dildo began really pounding my ass. It hurt, no lie, but it also felt kind of good. I totally fucking love it. And I begged for more. Tahirah really let me have it, slamming the dildo deeper and deeper inside of me. Fucking me mercilessly until I came, and then my tired, sweat-covered body slumped on the floor. That's when she pulled out. 

A little while later, I was still on the floor. Still recovering from the serious fucking Tahirah had just delivered. My sexy Saudi goddess wrapped me in her arms and held me tenderly. Then she kissed me tenderly on the forehead. I kissed her lips, and thanked her for making my ultimate fantasy come true. Tahirah kissed me back and gave my ass a good squeeze. Then in a breathless voice she told me she loved me. I looked at my sexy Arabian goddess. The sincerity and sudden vulnerability in her eyes was startling. I told her that I loved her too, and I meant it. Every word. I love my dominant Muslim goddess! And as Allah is my witness, I will never go to another woman again. I'm going to marry this one as soon as time allows. And I look forward to having her lovingly dominate my very willing ass for the rest of my days. Allah Akbar! The women of the Arab world are amazing, folks. They're uniquely difficult to get at but the patient man knows they are definitely worth his time and effort.