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Testing...

By: noz4atu



"Do you want a blindfold for this?"

Normally, that question would get you instantly turned on, but you are too nervous. This is not a sexy situation. The man standing in front of you didn't seem the dominant type and this lab was no dungeon.

"Do I need one?" you ask.

"It's not necessary, but recommended. It can help relax you for the tests." He seems as nervous as you for some reason.

"Sure, I'll take it then." You just want to be out of here with your money. Volunteering for this seemed like an easy way to make rent this month, maybe with a little extra to go out with.

"Okay, you can undress down to your underclothes and lie down, I'll be back when you are ready and we can start." You mentally giggle at the word "underclothes". There is something oddly charming about his awkwardness. You decide that spending your days with beakers and computers would probably do the same to you.

You strip down, put your clothes on a chair in the corner and lie down on the hospital style bed in the middle of the room. You are alone long enough to glance around at all the sterile tools, wondering what each is for. None of these objects seem like they are appropriate for the testing you signed up for.

"God, what am I doing here?" you think.

The man knocks at the door, "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be", you shout back and he walks in. He is preoccupied with his clipboard, checking whatever he needs to check. 

He smiles at you, "Okay, time to strap you in."

"What?"

"Each subject has to be immobile to make the tests more accurate" he explains as he gently moves your hand to the cuffs you hadn't noticed above your head. The inside of the cuffs are lined with what feels like wool and are actually pretty comfortable. As he is closing the second cuff over your other hand, you get this sudden sinking feeling that you don't really know what is going to happen next. You signed up for some clinical testing but you were more worried about getting paid than what they were actually testing. They threw around some big medical terms that you were going to look up but never got around to. Now you are thinking that this might not be such a good idea.

"Wait!"

He sighs heavily at this, probably having heard this every time it got to this point.

"Yes?"

"What exactly are you going to be doing?"

"As it explained in the form you signed, we are testing the female body's reaction to various stimuli. It would take as much time to explain it again as it would to just do the tests. I can explain as I start each test, but as I said, it might just help to relax, use the blindfold and it will take no time at all." He is looking at you, waiting for you to respond. You nod and lie back down. He quickly puts more cuffs on your ankles and you feel all the breath leave your body, nervous again. At least your legs are closed together, not open. He leans over your head to put the blindfold on and as he does you ask his name. Your world is just going black as he smirks "You can call me Boss," with the first bit of confidence you have seen in him so far.

Your mind is racing in the darkness.

...what the hell does he mean by Boss?

...did I tell anyone I was coming here?

...could I get out of these restraints if I need to?

...am I being paranoid?

"Relax and breath or you are going to hyperventilate." he sternly lectures. 

'You have nothing to worry about, you are in good hands. I need to make sure that you won't try to move or talk during the tests or we might have to start all over. Can you do that?"

Unable to get the word out, you slowly nod.

"Great, I'll start right away."

You hear the clipboard being put down and some gentle clattering of the metal objects. You promise yourself that you will never complain about the dentist again once this is over, your mind is doing way more to torture you than is likely to happen here. Even though you have the blindfold on, you close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. In....out...in...out...in...out.

It takes some concentration, but the combination of him gently poking your legs and arms and the darkness, you relax to the point of not really being in the room anymore. Something soft brushing your hands, something smooth on your shoulders, something slightly wet on your hip, a bit of vibration on your stomach, all very gentle, all very relaxing. You question in your mind what kind of data they are getting from this, but decide it actually feels quite nice. Drifting off, your last thought is how silly you were acting...

Your eyes bolt open and you panic for a second because you are looking at blackness. Something is wrong, something felt wrong. You hear the unmistakeable sound of scissors opening, you feel the cold steel slide under the right side of your panties and cut quickly. Before you can understand what is happening, the same thing happens on the left. 

Instinctively, your hands jerk in their restraints and you remember that you are helpless. Your legs are bound to the frame, but you slowly feel them opening, the bottom half of the bed is parting in the middle and you are now completely spread. Your cut panties are barely covering your open cunt from this stranger. 

Is this part of the tests? It can't be. You want to scream at him, but if for some strange reason this is not what it seems, you don't want to ruin the test and go through this again. This isn't making sense.

"You drifted off, welcome back. If you are done moving around, I'll continue. And I can't stress this enough....No Talking." There is something different in his voice now. Something darker.

The scissors open again. Slowly, the cold steel slides under the middle of your bra. Snip. Your bra falls open. Confusion sets in as your realize that your nipples are rock hard. Are you turned on? Your mind can't process the thought of it. Your body says different. You can feel the energy and heat of his hands hovering just above your tits. Not touching them, not yet. His hands slowly move down past your belly button to your panties. Without touching your skin, he pulls the now loose fabric up and off, letting it fall between your legs. 

Your mind is screaming, is it better or worse that he hasn't actually touched you yet? 

He moves around you so that you can feel his presence in between your legs. Hot breath on your clit, not blowing, just there...breathing.

You hear his zipper opening, his pants falling. You imagine what his cock looks like. What he looks like stroking it there, inches from your cunt. You can feel the heat from it between your legs.

Your body is giving you away. First your hard nipples and now you feel your wetness dripping.

He moves so he is standing near where your head is. You still can't see him. You can hear his hand moving back and forth, not fast, just steady. 

How much time has passed? Seconds? An eternity?

He feels so close. If you turned your head, you could probably move it just enough to taste his cock. Then he moves again. Dammit, where is he?

The blindfold lifts off your face. You are not sure if you want to open your eyes, not sure if you can.

"Look at me." It's a command, not a request.

Your eyes open and adjust to the cold, fluorescent lights in the ceiling. After you can see, you lift your head just enough to see his face in between your legs. This is agony.

"I'll let you say two words."

What does he want you to say? Your head hits the bed again as your mind races. Can you get out of this? Do you want to get out of this? You lift your head up again and look straight into his penetrating stare.

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?" 

"Yes, Boss."

As soon as the last "s" is out of your mouth, his is on your clit. You throw your head back from the intensity and bite your scream. His tongue flicks expertly and he slides two fingers into you easily. Your whole body tenses and releases in the cuffs. Closing your legs is impossible, not that you want to anymore. His tongue flicks your clit with passion that you haven't felt before. His fingers curl inside to press your G-spot sending you over the top into a wild orgasm that stretches out forever. 

Barely able to catch your breath, he grabs your head, pulls it to the side and says "Open."

You open your mouth as wide as you can, eyes still closed, and let this stranger put his cock in. It's rock hard and slightly bigger than you expected. You can't move your head very much so he does the work and fucks your mouth. He pumps slowly at first, letting you get used to it. He builds up speed until his cock is a blur past your lips. You can feel your cunt dripping, imagining this stranger fucking you down there. He pulls out of your mouth and replaces his cock with his balls, you instinctively start to suck on them. His hand is pumping his cock while you do, not fast enough to cum. You open your eyes for the first time since you said yes and see that there are now several other men and women in lab coats standing around your bed....watching.

How the hell did they come in without you knowing? You wonder if they are there to join or just observe. At this point, either is fine with you, you just really want to be fucked.

The Boss seems to read your mind as he pulls away from you again. This time he moves between your legs and puts his cock inches away from your wide open cunt. He looks directly in your eyes and you say "Yes, Boss."

It feels amazing as he slides into you with ease. You thrash in the cuffs with the frustration of being tied up. You want to wrap your legs around him as he fucks you but can't. You can't grind, you can't kiss him, you can't hold him, you can only lay there being fucked. He is ready to come. You let loose and orgasm for the second time, seconds before you feel him come inside you.

He reaches up to your restraints and releases them one at a time. You rub your wrists and smile. As you look around the room, the people disappear, the lab transforms back to a bedroom and the stranger turns back into your trusted Master.

Testing



"Ready?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and swallowed. "Ready."

I felt a slight tug of pressure on my pants as my zipper was pulled down. A hand reached through my open fly, and quickly found its prize, gripping my flaccid cock, pulling it out of my boxers. Corina lightly gasped at the sight of it, thick and heavy. The hand stroked my shaft delicately, coaxing me to an erection, its fingertips gently grazing my shaft. Slowly, I grew harder, larger, my cock eager. I stared up at the ceiling as my manhood was engulfed by a warm, tight mouth. 

Corina smiled as she watched me squirming on the bed. I gritted my teeth and gripped the sheets. "Are you okay, John?" she asked innocently.

"Y-yeah," I stammered.

She looked down at the young man sucking my cock, whose name I had no desire to learn. Her grin broadened, her eyes wide, as she watched. He held my cock with one hand as he bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around my head with practiced talent. She smirked. "I thought you said a guy could never make you cum," she reminded me. "You're not worried, are you?"

I stifled a gasp as my fellator's tongue caressed my manhood, his lips wrapped around my crown. "Of course not," I lied. What a stupid claim to make... Of course, I hadn't realized then, after three too many drinks, that she had been so serious in testing my hypothesis. And after she offered to do whatever I wanted if I were right, her hand firmly grasping my rapidly growing erection through my pants, I had readily agreed. It had seemed no more than flirtation, a gateway to more... 

But now... I looked down my chest at the young man sucking my cock with an embarrassing amount of skill and enthusiasm. My cock slowly vanished into his mouth until his lips were at the base of my shaft. To the side, my phone counted torturously slowly, allegedly approaching the twenty minute mark that would allow me to claim Corina and victory. Oh, I was going to make her pay for this... First, I was going to get out the handcuffs...

My hips bucked involuntarily, my body having betrayed me, selling me out for the chance at orgasm. A groan escaped my clenched jaws. I would have to save my fantasies for a less precipitous time. Corina giggled and leaned forward in her chair, her full breasts nearly spilling out of her top, her nipples poking urgently through the thin fabric. Her hand crawled between her thighs and began petting her crotch through her jeans. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, her breath gasping as she observed the scene before her. If only it were her lips around me right now...

I looked at the clock: five minutes left. I could make it. Corina's hand reached up her blouse, caressing her breast, pinching her nipple. She moaned softly, her eyes locked on us. She was masturbating, pleasuring herself to me, to the sight of me, to the thought of me receiving a blowjob from another man. I was the object of desire, nothing more than a tool, a porno to her and her lust as she lazily brought herself to orgasm without me.

My partner's tongue caressed my cock, sliding along my dick, tracing small circles against the head of my cock, his tongue flicking back and forth rapidly. I gripped the sheets tightly. I had never done anything with a guy before, not even as a drunken college experiment, but this...this was something else. Maybe if I just closed my eyes and pretended it was Corina's lips wrapped tightly around my cock, Corina slavering over my manhood, maybe I could get used to this. Or at least if she were to join in, if she were to kiss my lips, run her hands over my chest, press her firm, round breasts against me, it wouldn't matter who was sucking my cock...

His hands caressed my balls, carefully fondling them, massaging them. He undid the button of my pants and impatiently tugged them off of me. His fingernails grazed against my bare thighs, tracing out long ovals in my flesh, the pleasure building higher and higher. Corina undid her jeans, her hand greedily slipping beneath her hands, furiously rubbing against her clit. His pressure increased, his movements became faster, his head bobbed up and down impatiently, eagerly.

"Shit," I gasped. That pleasure inside of me was growing unsteady. I couldn't control it any longer. I was about to fall into the abyss.

Corina perked up and bit her lip as she climbed off her chair and onto the floor, angling for the best view possible, her excited face mere inches from my pulsating manhood. I could feel the end approaching. My nerves were reaching the cliff's edge. A wave of pleasure subsumed me as my treasonous body surrendered to his unbeatable skill. I shuddered, quivering, as my cock spasmed inside his mouth. Corina watched, entranced. His mouth tightened, his hands grabbed my ass, pulling me into his mouth, keeping me from escaping as he swallowed every last drop of my cum, moaning in satisfied delight. 

I lay panting in bed, one thought running through my mind: a guy just sucked my cock. And I came. And it was the best blowjob I've ever had. And he swallowed. My cheeks burned with shameful arousal. He released my wilting manhood from his mouth and backed away.

Corina stood up and walked over to him, hugging him tightly and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Steven. I'll call you tomorrow." She looked over to me and smiled. "I owe you brunch." He said his goodbyes and left us alone.

Corina walked over to the bed, towering over me. She checked the phone and stopped the timer. "Twenty minutes, twelve seconds. You just made it," she observed. She bent over and slid her hand under my head, pulling me against her lips and kissing me deeply, her tongue slipping between my lips. She released me with a wet gasp and let me fall onto the bed with a weak smile.

"I'm all yours for the week, then," she began, slipping off her shoulder straps, pulling her top below her chest, exposing her pale, soft breasts and pebble-hard nipples. She climbed on top of me and walked her fingers across my chest. "What do you want to do first?"



Testing a Husbands Desire



Though we have been married for 6 years our adventurous sides are becoming clearer. So as our lives become ever more chaotic all I can think about is how much I love you, and the naughty little things I would like to do to you. 

Coming home he finds that the house appears empty. On the front door is a little note ...

"Dinner is on the stove. You are to eat dinner and then take a nice long shower. You are to shave and trim all the appropriate areas. No Playing or Self Pleasure in the shower. After you are through with your shower you are to put on the silk boxers and robe that is laid out on the bed. Once you have completed these tasks you are to call my cell phone and let me know."

His hands tremble as he removes the note from the door taking in a quick breath before fumbling a bit to get the door unlocked. Looking around at the dimly lit house and can see the lights on in the kitchen. Slowly he makes his way in there. Making a plate of food he sits down at the table and eat it quickly, his mind racing at the thoughts of what may be coming. He places the plate in the sink and heads off to the shower.

Stripping out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile by the tub, testing the water he enter slowly. Taking his time as the warm water trials down his body. Closing his eyes he listens to the water as it hits his body and the tiles below. Slowly opening his eyes he takes the razor and carefully shaves and trims his body. Doing his best not to nick anything important, he finishes making his body where I would be pleased. Shutting off the water he steps out of the shower grabbing your towel. Drying completely off, a little tempted to give himself a few strokes, yet he pauses and decides that it isn't worth disobeying... yet.

I smile watching his progress happy he has decided to play along. All this time he has longed for me to take control, yet how far was he going to allow me to go? Tonight I planned on finding out. My heart raced as I watched his hands move expertly across his naked body, carefully trimming and washing for me. All that he was doing was for me. The dim light of the monitor making things seem a little more dream like for me but I was enjoying every moment. 

Now that he is completely dry he heads to the bedroom, slipping the cool boxers over his already growing manhood. Donning the robe and not tying it he sits on the edge of the bed trying to calm his mind. Wondering if he should continue or just call it all off. Reclining back in the bed he decides he might as well see where this goes, especially seeing how worked up he is and nothing has happened.

I click a switch to follow his movements through the house. I had wired the place slowly over the past few months, just for today. The little red light burned since the moment he had arrived at the front door and read the note. 

Feeling nice and relaxed he calls me. Before he can say anything I speak. I smiled knowing that anything audible was also going to be recorded. I had plans for this session but that can be discussed at another time. I quickly speak up before he can say anything and ruin my little plot.

"Are you interested in a little fun tonight or do you want to call off the adventure that is planned for you?" 

"What's going on? What are you doing? How long is this going to last?" A million questions fly through his mind as he begins to give me the 3rd degree. I stop his questions.

"The answer only has one word. Whether the word is yes or no is your choice. Tonight you will be mine and should you decide to go along, this will be a night you will never forget." I can hear him breathing, pondering his options. I smile to myself loving the sight of his squirming.

"Yes." His voice was just barely above a whisper.

"What?" 

"Yes, please." His voice plainly heard now as his confidence in me builds along with his excitement.

"Are you sure? This is the last chance to back out."

"Yes, I want to do this." His voice was stronger and a little more convincing. 

"Look under the pillow. I want you to do as it says."

Dearest Husband, I know you are wondering what is going on but this should be fun. You should be in the silk boxers and a robe right now. Please remove your robe and get into bed. I want you propped up in bed, not laying down. On the head board there are some magazines with erotic stories. Pick out one that you think you will like and start reading it out loud to me over the phone. I also want you to start rubbing and caressing yourself as if I was doing it or how you would like it to be done to you. You do not have to keep the phone next to your ear but you do have to leave it so that I can hear everything. If you hang up the phone then it is over. Do not finish yourself. If you feel that it might happen then slow down or stop long enough for the urge to pass. Remember I love you and I want you to enjoy all that is coming. Your Loving Wife

So he puts the phone on the headboard and starts reading the story of the threesome. Two females and one male. I knew he would pick that story for it has always been one of his fantasies. His voice is steady at first, yet the more he reads and the more he strokes I not only hear the arousal but can see his lust building.

I have found someone to join us and knew that you would like her. I can tell he is really getting into the story, his strokes longer and more concentrated. I look over to the other monitor and flick a switch a couple times. She sees the flickering light and knows its now her turn. She pauses looking in the full length mirror then heads to the main bedroom where my husband continues to stroke himself.

In she walks and my husbands jaw drops to the floor. I had dressed her for this and knew he would react that way. She is wearing black leather hooker boots and carrying a note in her hand. She walks slowly and deliberately across the room to him, one hand is a note and the other is hidden behind her back. His eyes watching her every movement as she stops beside the bed next to him. Her delicate fingers holding a note out to him, he finally snaps out of his daze and takes the note. His hands trembling in the presence of this voluptuous red head, he opens the letter, reading it.

Dearest Husband, She is yours to enjoy. You have 45 minutes to finish in her or on her. Do not hang up the phone at all during this time. If you finish sooner that is ok, but you must finish before the alarm goes off or it will all end. Remember that I love you so much. Your Loving Wife

As soon as he finished reading the note she dims the lights (as per my request so he has to go along with it) returning to the bed she reveals what was behind her back. It is a small egg timer, she sets the alarm for 45 minutes before kneeling beside the bed awaiting his command. 

He pulls her up on the bed with him laying her on her back. He starts with her neck and kiss down to her nipples. Licking and nibbling her nipples, then moving down to her pussy. He longs to taste her sweetness, leaning in inhaling her scent, he begins to hungrily explore her pussy. She moans softly as he slowly insert his fingers into her tight wet pussy. Her moans coming louder as he laps away at her pussy, his mind spinning wanting to get as much pleasure as he could before the timer went off. 

As I sit their watching them my hand absently brushes across my nipple, sliding slowly down my belly I find the edge of my shirt and slip underneath. I never knew how erotic it could be to watch him in action, especially knowing what he feels like. Their moans fueling my desire as flesh finds flesh. My nipple hard under my fingers. I feel myself growing wet and wanting more than anything to go in their and begged to be fucked. Yet tonight was not to be like that, tonight he was going to beg me. Returning my attention back to the monitor as my other hand slides past the waist line of my pants seeking the wetness beyond.

Suddenly she pulls away from him. She leans over to the side table and pulls out a condom. She removes the condom from the wrapper and leans forward sliding it over his throbbing dick. Then she rolls over with her butt in the air tempting him, offering him her tight ass. His heart leaps as he registers in his head what she is offering. His dick so hard just from the thought of it he takes a breath trying to make sure he doesn't cum just from entering her.

Never to turn down such and opportunity he places the head of his cock in her ass, pressing in lightly as her body accepts him. He slides in the tight constraints, moaning out in pure ecstasy. His thick cock deep in her ass, he begins fucking her with long slow strokes. Their moans growing louder and stronger with each thrust. His eyes are closed tightly as his momentum builds and he takes her ass faster and deeper. 

Watching from my hidden room my hands continue to explore my body. My own excitement building watching them. My hand slips into my ever growing wetness. As my finger press past my soft wet folds a soft moan escapes my lips. I can imagine him fucking her in the ass while she fingers and licks me. 

"Oh yes!" I softly exclaim as their moans begin to increase. Their momentum builds he fucks her furiously in her ass, their moans filling the room matching my moans, their excitement about to explode.

He pulls out of her as she cums and yanks the condom off before exploding all over her back. His thick warm cum oozes slightly down her back as he collapses on top of her. They lay there spent and breathing heavily. I watch the two making sure my timing will be just right before heading towards the bedroom. Taking one last look to make sure all the gear is functioning and recording I silently make my way to the bedroom, my cell phone in hand.

He picks up the phone and tries to ask what next but I am not there. I am standing at the foot of the bed with my sweatpants and tee shirt on. I had been watching you the entire time. He looks up a little worriedly at me not sure what to do, the reality of what had just happened begining to sink in he freezes.

I pause for just a moment to see the surprise/excitement on your face. You slowly start becoming hard in your nervousness. It takes everything to not giggle at your new found predicament. I pull up a chair beside the bed and escort you to it. I sit you down and give you a big passionate kiss. Leaning close to your ear I whisper softly.

"Just watch."

She is now sitting up on the bed watching my movements. standing where they can both see me I slip my pants down to the floor and step out of them. Then with a quick motion I tug the bottom hem of my shirt and pull it over my head revealing my now naked body. My heart racing as I toss the shirt on the pants.

I look at her and place my hands on my hips.

"You girl have been very bad. I am all wet and messy now and need to be cleaned. Kneel before me and clean me." My voice was soft but stern and I could hear him gasp as I spoke to her. He remained motionless as she slipped off the bed and onto her knees before me.

"Yes Mistress." was all she could say before kissing slowly up my legs and to my thighs. I could see him holding his breath in antcipation. 

"Wait. I want to be more comfortable." I had leaned down and grabbed a handful of hair turning her eyes up to mine. Then pulling her up to me I kiss her passionately on her lips, our tongues dancing deeply before a small tug of her hair breaks the kiss.

I walk over to the bed making sure he gets a full view of all that was to come and beckoned my kneeling girl to me.

"Come my sweet and clean me, its your fault."

"Yes Mistress." She smiled and looked excited about getting the honor of being between my legs. I watch him shift and lick his lips as she crawls across the bed and once again begins to kiss up my inner leg. I could feel her soft lips trailing up, her breast brushing lightly as she made her way higher and higher. I looked at him as her tongue traced my wet opening. I moaned softly feeling her hungrily begin to lick and suck me. 

My left hand carasses her hair softly before grasping her by her hair and guiding her to take me deeper. My back arching to her mouth as she sucks on my hard button. Her hand glides up my belly and cups my breast. My body rocking under hers.

"Oh fuck yes!" I growl out to her feeling my body edging towards orgasm. I look over at my husband seeing his throbbing member in his hand being stroked as he watches us.

"Don't you dare... get over her and lick your mess off of her!" His eyes looked hurt but excited and he nodded in agreement. I watch as he gets up from his chair and crawls aross the bed. his naked body pressing against hers. I can see his tongue begin to flick across her skin. She moans into me, I toss my head back as she inserted two fingers deep in me her tongue still swirling around my button. My grip tightens in her hair as my body threatens to give way. 

I can't last much longer as her intensity on me increases. Her moans growing louder as my husband slips his throbbing dick in her hot wet slit. He begins to fuck her in long strokes, each stroke pushing her mouth deeper into my pussy. Our moans and groans of pure pleasure fill the room.

"Please may I cum?" I hear him half growling at me knowing he is on the edge of an orgasm.

"Ask me the right way or your gonna have to hurt."

"Please Mistress, may I cum?" his voice pleading to me.

"Not yet... wait for me... when I cum you can cum." my voice was waivered slightly as I knew it would be soon. 

Our friend wanted to cum as well so she worked harder sucking my button and sliding a third finger inside me, my husband pounding harder and faster in her. I toss my head back letting the wave take over me. My body clamps down on her fingers as she greedily licks my sweetness. In my explosion I hear them cum, his groans drowning out her loud pants. Our momentums slowlying as she tenderly slips her fingers out of me and offers her fingers to my husband. He accepts the gift licking her fingers clean. Slowly he pulls out of her with a soft grunt and we all collapse on the bed closing our eyes to rest. 

Looking down at her resting on my thigh her eyes closed, I brush my hand gently through her hair and whisper to her softly.

"Well done my sweet, rest while you can." Then seeing my husband still at my feet he nuzzles up to my thigh and smiles weakly. Raising his head weakly he looks up lovingly to me.

"Thank you Mistress."

I laugh at him as he puts his head next to my leg and dozes off knowing that this was only round one. I look up to the hidden camera and wink before laying back and getting a little rest myself.



Testing a Theory



"You're crazy," he laughed as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass.

"I'm serious!" I said. We had already finished dinner, so we were in the 'idle chitchat' part of the date. The restaurant was emptying out, leaving only us, a waiter and two businessmen sitting across the room from us. The waiter was standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking bored, ready to leave, and irritated that we were still nursing our coffee and ice cream. "That's the main reason no porn magazine for women has ever taken off." I tapped one index finger with the other. "Playgirl was the closest. That's it. And I don't know a single woman who buys a copy of that. You mean have, what, Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, FHM, Maxim... a thousand and one ways to see a woman naked or next to naked."

"And women don't want to see men naked?" he asked.

"I didn't say that. There are celebrities we'd like to jump, but Brad Pitt isn't exactly a centerfold, now is he? Men will sit through a crappy movie because Angelina shows her tits, but a woman won't go just to see George Clooney's ass. My theory is that porn for women - visual porn, videos and pictures, fail because women are more mental. That, and we have better ways to see men naked."

"Oh?"

"Sure. We ask." I leaned back in my chair and smirked.

"You... you ask."

I shrugged. "Yeah."

"Any man."

"Any man we want to see naked. We make even a half-hearted request, we'll see him naked within an hour."

He shook his head. "Nope. Not buying it. Women look at smut as much as men do... well. Maybe not as much. But they need it."

I laughed. How did we even get onto this subject? I leaned forward with my elbows on the table and said, "We prefer written smut. Have you ever seen the romance novel section at the bookstore? Hundreds of covers with men showing their nipples..."

"Aha! So..."

"We don't buy them for the covers, you buffoon. We buy them for the sexy writing inside. That's what gets us off. You have to engage the mind as well as the senses. More, even."

The waiter approached and pointedly asked, "Will there be anything else?"

I started to say no and send him away, but I thought of a supremely better idea. I leaned back in my chair, looked up at him and said, "Yes. I would like to see you naked."

He stared at me for a long moment, maybe thinking he had a misheard me, but then my date scoffed and said, "Oh, my God," and covered his eyes with his hand. The waiter looked at my date, looked at me and said, "E-excuse me?"

"I would like to see you naked," I repeated. I crossed my right leg over my left, crossed my arms and smiled up at him. He wasn't an unattractive guy; wide shoulders, dark hair, a little bit of a five o'clock shadow on his cheeks. He wore, like all the other waiters, a white tuxedo shirt with a black vest and black pants. He looked a little like a baseball player I couldn't name; fit and athletic and very earthy. He was still trying to come up with a response so I said, "You can say no, if you want."

"No," he said quickly. "Um... wh-when?"

"Now is good," I said.

"Now?"

The businessmen across the room were looking in our direction now. The waiter looked over his shoulder, but the others on the wait staff had abandoned him to his fate. He swallowed hard and said, "Um..."

"Now or never," I said. My heart was beating fast. This had all started out as a joke, but the more he hesitated, the more I really, desperately wanted him to say yes.

He tentatively reached up to the collar of his shirt and undid it. His cheeks were red, and his fingers trembled as they worked the tiny white buttons. He got the shirt halfway undone when he realized his vest was in the way. I reached out and said, "Here, let me." I undid the three large buttons on the vest and let the two halves drop open. "There you go."

When I sat back in my chair, I looked across the table at my date. He was blushing as well, his eyes locked on me. I smiled at him, lifted my shoulder in a shrug. I should have put money on it. 

The waiter had gotten his shirt unbuttoned and untucked it from his trousers. He pulled the shirt off, leaving him in a white tank top, dropped it on the table and used the toe of one shoe to pull off the other one. I looked over my shoulder and saw the two businessmen quickly gathering their things. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the waiter. "Looks like it's just us. What was your name?"

"Jason." He undid the button-fly of his trousers and pushed them down. His legs were a little thin and pale, but still nice. He was wearing boxers, and I could see that the idea of public nudity had aroused him. I looked at my date and saw one of his arms was under the table. I smiled. "Are you getting excited?"

"Watching you watch him?" he said. "Hell yeah."

"Take off your clothes. Let me see you both."

Jason paused in the process of pulling off his tank top. He and my date looked at each other and then my date pushed his chair back. I shifted in my seat. Oh, this was too, too much. I bit my bottom lip and moved my hand between my legs, pushed up my dress and lightly rubbed two fingers against the smooth cotton of my panties.

I slipped off my shoes and watched as Jason hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and, quickly before he could change his mind, shoved them down. He was a little hairy, but that was all right. His cock hung heavy between his legs, plump but not full erect. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, and ended up crossing them over his chest. He and I both looked at my date, who had his shirt unbuttoned and was busily undoing the button on his pants. 

I stretched my leg out and ran my stocking foot over Jason's calf. He gasped, looked down and then looked at me. "Stroke your cock for me." His hand immediately went to his cock and he looped his fingers around the base. He stroked from the base to the tip with slow, sure strokes until, before long, he was nice and hard. 

I looked back at my date as he pushed his underwear down and kicked them off. My date was older than Jason, and his hair was starting to go gray. He wasn't muscular, but he hadn't let his body go to seed, either. He still had a nice build for a man his age, and I felt a thrill as his underwear skimmed down his legs to pool around his ankles. His cock was harder than Jason's, bigger but thinner. I was surprised to see that his pubic hair looked trimmed. I'm sure he expected to show off his stuff tonight, but probably not quite like this.

"Are you...?" Jason asked. He nodded at my blouse.

"Huh-uh," I said, shaking my head. "That wasn't the theory. But you boys are definitely putting on a very nice show for me." I licked my lips and ran my eyes down Jason's chest. My date, ever the good boy, was already stroking himself without being asked. They stood next to each other, with an appropriate 'straight-man' buffer between them. I briefly considered asking them to stroke each other, or to kiss, but I was already pushing my luck enough as it was.

I used three fingers to rub myself through my underwear, then pushed it out of the way and touched my fingertips to my labia. I gasped and my eyes closed, but only briefly. I didn't want to miss a minute of my show. Jason and my date were now picking up speed, struggling to be the first one to get off. I slid out of my chair and knelt on the floor in front of them, on my knees but retaining the feeling that these two beautiful boys were worshipping me. 

My date reached out and stroked my hair, and he groaned when I turned my head and nipped his wrist. Jason, apparently nervous about touching me, used his free hand to squeeze his balls. "I could do that for you," I said. He groaned and moved his hand away as I brought mine up. His balls were warm against my hand, tight and dimpled. I squeezed, massaged, and pulled as his hand continued to pump his cock.

"I'm coming..." he grunted.

I walked on my knees until I was close enough and rolled my tongue over the head of his cock. When I closed my lips around the head, his body jerked and he came into my mouth. I moaned and let it sit on my tongue before I swallowed it. There wasn't much, but I savored what he offered. When he was done, his cock resting limp on my tongue, I let him slip free and wiped my palm across my bottom lip. I turned and saw my date was nearing lift-off himself. I moved on my knees over to him, my hand still between my legs and teasing my clit. I wrapped lips still wet with Jason's come around his cock head and flicked my tongue against him. I pressed my tongue against the slit and then let him fuck my mouth.

He clutched the back of my head and held me in place while he came; I nearly used my teeth on him. Big no-no. Instead, I squeezed his balls. He yelped and released me, and I released him. "Hands off." I raised an eyebrow, bowed my head and took him back into my mouth. I felt his hands in my hair, but he wasn't pulling. Good boy, fast learner. I eased my fingers on his balls, lightly kneading them until he grunted and arched his back.

He came harder than Jason, and some of it spilled from my mouth before I could swallow. I pulled back, started to wipe my lips, but then said, "Jason. Kiss me." He hesitated, glanced at my date and then bent down to kiss my lips. I brushed my come-wet tongue against his lips and he moaned. When he pulled back, I made a 'come here' gesture to my date. He bent down without question and kissed me hard.

When he stood up again, I held my hands out. Jason took one, my date took the other and they lifted me to my feet. My fingers were wet from playing with myself and my date brought them to his lips. He kissed each one, sucked them into his mouth with his eyes closed as if tasting a succulent treat. I smiled and waited until he was done, then looked at Jason. To my date, I said, "What do you say? Think he deserves a tip after all of that?"

"What were you thinking?" my date asked, breathless.

"You want to come home with us?" I asked.

Jason swallowed, looked at my date and said, "Um."

I laughed and said, "Relax. You can say no."

"No to what, ma'am?"

I blinked. Jason was standing next to the table, fully dressed, hands clasped behind his back. My date was across the table, looking at me strangely. I cleared my throat, shifted in my seat - God, how could I have gotten so wet in a matter of seconds - and waved my hand. "No, no thanks. We're good." 

Jason raised his eyebrows, stifled a sigh and moved back to the kitchen door. I glanced at the check, then looked at my date. "Actually," I said, raising my voice to get the waiter's attention. He turned around and looked at me. "There is something you can help us with."

"And what is that, ma'am?"

I rested my chin on the back of my hand and smiled up at him. "You could help us test a theory."



Testing and Research



My mother and I work for several different companies doing testing and research. My mother, Jan, is 42, 5'6", 130lbs, and 36d, nicely built. I'm Vic, 21, 180lbs, and work out regularly. It's because of our age we are employed by these companies. We get a regular delivery of sex toys, jells, condoms, blowup dolls, and DVD's, every week. We must evaluate their performance and make any suggestions that we feel are needed to enhance the product.

My mother and I keep it a secret as to what we do, as very few people would understand. We have a lot of fun with most of the toys and sometimes we test them together. Mom will tell me how a condom feels or if a dildo is shaped right. I have to test the fit and comfort of cock rings and mom and I test if they really work.

Sometimes we have to use a third person. If we get a strap-on, mom will sometimes use her sister, Joan. We usually end up doing a threesome before it's over, but we do a hell of a good test. All the toys and stuff we get is ours to keep, as we can't send anything back. We take pictures of failed pieces and e-mail them to the proper customer.

Mom started this home business several years ago. I had no idea what was in the boxes that were always being delivered to the house or what my mom and dad were doing. When I was eighteen, dad left us to go off with his girlfriend; Mom got divorced and finally told me what was going on.

I was a little confused about this strange way to make ends meet, but I thought it would be an interesting endeavor. You could work your own hours and have a lot of fun doing it. Mom said it was really time consuming because you had to recoup so much. I was eighteen, what's recoup mean? I could be hot and ready in a couple of minutes,

Mom started me off working with her toys and her. I had to get use to my having sex with my mom and very often having sex several times a day. I love my mom, but we are not in love. This is just a job. Mom had me use dildos on her till I saw them in my sleep. Whenever I would get a hard-on, she had me put on a cock ring or condom, or penis extinctions, and we would fuck till I couldn't move anymore.

After about a year of this, it became pretty normal to get hard, fuck, write a short opinion of the product and then get hard, fuck and write again. It seems that the toy companies keep coming out with different product all the time. Anytime they change a compound or use a different place of manufacture, they start testing all over again. Because there is so much competition, they try to out do one another all the time. Mom said, "It's job security."

Mom finally got her sister, Joan, to help out on some of the testing. I am not real happy when we get a box of toys for men-men. My cousin Phil, Joan's son, helps with those. I try to be fair, so we use them on each other, that way no one is too dominant. Phil sometimes will fuck my mom, or his mom. Joan seems to get off too quickly with her son fucking her, so mom and I just let them fuck and only pretend it's a test of the product.

We have been testing remote vibrators lately. Mom will put one in her cunt and hand me the control. We go outside so we can test for distance and ease of use. I'll put the controller in my pocket and we'll go to a restaurant where I'll speed up the vibrator or slow it down, never removing the remote from my pocket. One thing you learn fast is to always have spare batteries for both the vibrator and remote. We can not go to a couple of restaurants again, because the batteries were too low to take the vibrator off high. Mom said she lost five pounds onetime, before she could get inside the car to take it out. I thought it was funny.

I tried a penis erection cream that made my cock feel like it was in the fire of hell. It was three days before I could get back in action. Phil was really pounding my ass, knowing I couldn't get him back. I had a penis extension come off in mom one time. It was a real pain in the ass to get it out. A blow-up doll was made in China, and whatever they used for the material, gave me rash. I had to go to a doctor and get some ointment to stop the itching. 

I haven't dated for almost a year. The girls think I'm gay because I don't try to fuck them or even get a blow-job. Truth is I can't afford to waste even one fuck. Mom's on my case now because were backed up from my last reaction to a condom rash. The condom was suppose to glow at night, but what ever made it glow, came off and made my dick glow and break-out in a rash. 

Mom and Joan are trying some lisbo toys. I get a hard-on watching them fucking each other. Sometimes this job is a pain, but sometimes it is the tops. Joan has small tits. She uses the vacuum pump on her tits and cunt until they look ready to burst. I use the penis pump and it works pretty well. I can usually get ten inches long and five inches diameters with it.We don't get much for oral sex. Sometimes a flavored lube, mom and I will do a sixty- nine test.

Only very light S&M products will we test. Mom and I are not into pain. Nipple clamps and latex are about the limit. We sometimes get special orders for testing unusual products. A number of motorized fuck machines have come in lately for extended testing. These are equipped with an assortment of dildos. Mom will have to get help with these as we have so many. We have found that married women are the best testers for us. They won't go around telling everyone and the money is good enough that they come back when needed. Mom lets me show them the ropes after she interviews them. I start off by getting a few of my test done using these women as partners. If they aren't good at fucking we don't use them. I like the variety of women we use. Some are very young, eighteen being the youngest and some much older, sixty being the oldest. Mostly we like them around forty. 

With business picking up, mom is looking for a larger place to live. We'll need at least four bedrooms and a storage place for all the arriving toys. My cock is getting used a lot; I think some of these women just want to fuck. I try to keep it on a business level, mom is thinking of semi retirement. Like I said, "the money's good'" and the job isn't bad either.



Testing Azrael



It took almost two weeks for Ellie's injuries from the hours with Azrael to heal, though she had to give up her wardrobe of skimpy tops and short skirts, temporarily. Her breast still bore the mark he'd carved there yet she'd managed to convince the only friend to see it there was a joke behind the supposedly Henna tattoo. In addition to her healing, she'd seen little of Derek except at family dinners since he spent most of his time locked in the study to write. A trip to the basement found nothing unusual, none of the whips or chains from her last visit, only the usual junk stacked.

Deciding to put the incident behind her, Ellie made a phone call to a few of her friends from college and invited them over for a swim. Only two of them were free for the day. She slipped upstairs, ignoring the clack of keys in the study, and stripped out of her sweat pants and tank top then pulled on her skimpiest string bikini, bright pink decorated with little black stars. A glance in the mirror showed half of the tattoo visible.

Monica already knows, and Luke won't even notice it for other factors, she thought as she turned in front of the mirror to study her body. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a hasty ponytail to prevent it snarling in the water. She knew Luke's main focus would be on convincing her to hook up which didn't sound so bad in light of the last two weeks of tension at the house. And if he does ask, I can tell him the same story about a Henna tattoo.

She headed downstairs after grabbing a beach towel only to meet Derek halfway, shrinking back against the wall to give him more space. His gaze roamed over her from the top of her head down to her tattooed breast then lower to take in the tiny strings holding her bottoms together. Heat flushed her as his eyes locked onto the pink triangle between her legs, his hand lifting for the knuckles to brush against her tattooed breast.

"Planning a swim?" he asked, conversationally.

Her head bobbed in a nod. "Umm, Monica and Luke are coming over," she replied then sucked in a sharp breathe as his knuckles slid the fabric away from her breast. "W-what are you doing?"

His mouth was open to reply before the doorbell rang from downstairs. A quick jerk of his hand covered her breast again and he started back upstairs, leaving her breathing hard and clutching the towel against her chest. Taking a deep breathe, she hurried the rest of the way down then opened the door with a smile to her friends. Monica's bright smile and red curls greeted her, a see through white dress covering a barely there yellow bikini. Beside her, Luke was shirtless in a pair of white trunks covered in huge blue flowers and flip flops. His brown hair was tousled and sun-streaked as he picked her up in a hug, one hand getting overly friendly with her ass.

"I love that suit," Monica said as they started through the house toward the backyard. She linked one of her arms with Ellie's and bent her head to whisper, "Is Derek home?"

Ellie started to deny it then just nodded, unable to stop the brief rush of jealousy. Her friend's crush on the older male was well documented in a variety of ways yet the thought of them together had never felt right to her. It felt less right after the night with Azrael, though she commented, "He's been locked in the study with his laptop for the last week. Mom and John went out of town on a supposed business cruise so he's been taking advantage of the quiet the last couple days."

"What idiot would pick a computer over you two ladies?" Luke's voice piped up from behind them as he tossed his towel and sunglasses onto the table nearest the pool. His flip flops were kicked off before he dove into the water, muscles rippling in a way she couldn't help but admire.

Monica followed a moment later, though Ellie moved slower, sitting down on the edge of the pool. Her plan to slide carefully into the water was thwarted when Luke swam up to catch hold of her legs and pulled her into the water. She came up laughing and spitting out water while standing in the water. Catching Monica's smirk and wink, she kicked her feet to swim away from him and to the other side of the pool.

"Any idea when Derek's next book is coming out? His last one left me wondering," Monica said from where she floated on her back. "I can't wait to find out how it ends."

Luke swam over to them and commented, "Those books are for people who can't get laid, Monica."

Ellie splashed water at him. "I happen to like them," she informed him before she could stop herself. "They're a bit . . . uncouth, but that's what I like about them. Besides, Azrael is kind of hot."

"And fictional." One of his arms slid around her waist to pull her back against his chest. His erection pressed against her barely covered ass as one hand slid over her belly, brushing just above the pink fabric. "The problem with fictional is they're not able to really do anything. Who needs fiction when you can have reality?" he asked, lowering his head to nip her neck.

A shudder went down her spine, though Monica's cough drew her head up.

"I think I'm going to grab a drink," she said before swimming to the ladder. "Maybe I'll even ask Derek for a glimpse of his new novel. Have fun, guys." Her words were barely out before she pulled herself, gracefully from the water and started toward the house. She paused to wink to Ellie then wrapped the towel around herself, hurrying inside.

Ellie's mouth was open to object before Luke's hand slid lower to curve over the pink triangle. His lips sucked the side of her neck while his erection pressed more firmly against her ass. Moaning, quietly, she arched into the movement just as his finger slid under the side of her bottoms and between her folds. Teeth bit her neck yet it wasn't the same pleasure with Azrael, more of a playful nip than an attempt to cause true pain. Even his finger sliding in and out didn't elicit the same rush of pleasure, though she felt herself getting wet, an odd feeling starting in her stomach. His other hand slid up her stomach to cup her breast through the fabric, the other still teasing her folds as a second finger joined the first.

"What's with the tattoo?" Luke's voice had moved up to her ear as his thumb and first finger twisted her nipple. His fingers continued plunging in and out of her wet channel while he suckled her neck. "It's not what I'd expect from you."

"Umm, i-it's for a play," she lied, turning around in his arms. A pleasant surprise went through her when his fingers adjusted their position to continue fingering her despite the change in position. "It's Henna so it won't last."

His only response was a quiet "hmm" before his lips trailed down her throat again, pushing the bikini top's fabric aside with his face. He blew cool air across the straining nipple then sucked it into his mouth, fingers thrusting deeper inside her.

One of her hands slid down to wrap around the bulge straining against his trunks.

A sudden pain stabbed her stomach as Ellie gasped, digging her nails into his back and cock, unintentionally. Her skin flushed, though it felt as if scorching flames were licking her skin. She squirmed, uncomfortably against Luke's hold yet only succeeded in forcing herself to press closer against the erection which in turn caused further pain as her throat clenched, painfully. His fingers thrusting inside her felt uncomfortably painful so she pushed away, tugging her suit back into place as her throat closed up in pain. A few feet away, Luke was groaning in pain, though she ignored him and swam to the opposite side, hanging onto the edge as her breathe came in shallow pants.

She whimpered at the next rush of pain then cried out as a hand closed over her hair, tightly, yanking her out of the pool to stand in front of a naked Derek whose face was twisted with rage. The hand not gripping her hair moved to encircle her throat, squeezing painfully as his eyes, now pools of onyx, bored into hers.

"Why were his hands on my property?" he demanded, jerking her hair back as tears sprang into her eyes.

"I-I . . ." Her words trailed off when her gaze slid to Luke who was still in the pool, his expression pained. There was a bluish hue to his lips as invisible hands of water wrapped around him, squeezing to the point of pain, judging by his groans and struggles. "W-hat are you doing?"

"Borrowing you for your punishment." The words were no sooner out of his mouth then they were standing back in the basement where Monica's body was suspended above her by chains, though she found herself frozen in place before a rectangular altar built underneath. Dim candles hung to illuminate the room, several chains hanging from the altar's sides while another table was covered in an assortment of items.

Derek's hold on her hair dragged her to the table where a kick to the back of her knee forced her to kneel. His hands chained hers together then locked them above her head, shifting her into position so her back laid on the altar, still frozen in fear. She tried to whimper or beg him to stop yet he only ignored her, wrapping a chain around each ankle then binding them to the table legs so her body was bowed up on display for him.

Ellie struggled against the chain as she felt movement return to her body, though she could barely move, only strain her breasts more against the thin fabric. A scream tore from her when she lifted her gaze to find Azrael's face hovering over her. His clawed hand wrapped around her throat, roughly to cut the sound off while the other shredded the bikini top and tossed it aside. Her bottoms followed a moment later before one claw thrust into her, eliciting another strangled scream as it pumped in and out of her, even thicker than the two fingers Luke had used in the pool.

"I warned you." His tongue flicked out to lap at the tears sliding down her cheeks before he pulled away. She whimpered as the claw withdrew then strained against the chains while he moved away. "I have the perfect punishment."

Still struggling, she paid no attention to his movements and focused on Monica's limp form above her. Her head was bloody as if someone had hit her yet the welts on her back were the focal point, bits of blood dripping onto Ellie's face. A rough slap to her face drew her attention back to him, focusing on the long, black candle held in his hand. Its tip was burning bright, wax dripping down the length, though she couldn't stop an unbidden thought of how it resembled a thin cock recently fucked.

Azrael moved the candle between her breasts and tilted it down, smiling as the wax ran onto her skin. In response, Ellie sucked in a sharp breathe at the burn of wax on her sensitive skin. She squirmed against her bonds as he moved the candle further down to leave behind a thin trail of black wax that paused at her belly button. A few extra drops dripped into the small indention before he straightened the candle, smirking down to her.

"I knew you'd test my mark, Ellie," he informed her, conversationally. One hand guided the candle over to her breast and tipped it so hot wax dripped onto the swollen nipple as she gasped and arched. "In fact, I wrote an entire chapter about you agonizing over whether to trust the mark or not. Frankly, I expected you to test it sooner and to at least be a bit more discrete . . . or did you want to get caught?"

A shaky breathe escaped her when more wax dripped onto her nipple, buliding on the hardened wax already there. Her nipple strained against the wax gripping it like a vice, though a claw slashing through the black build up made her gasp.

"Tell me. Did you want to get caught, to see how I'd punish you?"

Ellie shook her head then cried out as his candle trailed wax over to the other breast, lowering the candle closer. Its flame licked at her breast while warmth spread, black wax still dripping onto the tip hardened by the cold basement air. She arched against her bonds as she felt a claw sliding between her folds, already aware of the moisture pooling.

"The truth," Azrael ordered, thrusting forward until she gasped. The candle shifted closer to heat her nipple. His thrusting claw easily moved through the wet channel as a low rumble escaped him. "Still want to lie to me, Ellie?"

"I'm n-not lying." She sucked in a sharp breathe when he pushed deeper with his claw, scratching her walls. A jerk of his wrist dripped more wax onto her nipple inside its waxen cocoon. "P-please, Azrael."

Her words went ignored as the candle slid down to drip wax onto her clit. His claw was still buried in her as the wax dripped onto her sex, mixing with the juices leaking from her. The burning sensation made her moan while she arched up, spreading her thighs wider.

The claw withdrew with a squishing sound as he brought the finger to his nose, inhaling her scent. His fingers went to her lips to smear the liquid as he commented, "And yet you're soaked for someone who claimed she didn't want this." He blew a breathe out and the candle's flame faded.

She gave a sigh of relief that was short lived as the candle with its still warm wick slid down her body. A whimper of pain escaped her at the burning line left before a rough push forced the candle between her folds as she jolted against the chains with a scream. Its tip still faintly burned while it was forced in and out of her in the rough motion of a cock. Her arching back pushed the candle deeper when his mouth bent to her left breast, sucking the stiff nipple between his teeth for a rough suckle without a pause in the candle's motion.

"Should I have kept it lit?" Azrael's words were a growl against her breast before his teeth sank in, forcing her to arch further as heat spread through her core. She whimpered and gripped the chains while he commanded, "Come."

A scream tore from her as the heat intensified into a burn as if a flame were pressed against her gspot. Her body arched up so his fingers met moisture while her walls greedily squeezed the candle's rough length, screaming through her orgasm. However, she found him pulling away without removing the candle from her dripping pussy which still gripped it in a vice.

"I also wrote another scene that Monica was kind enough to help us with," he began, hovering over her. His pants dissolved away so his thick cock hung in front of her face, already hard and pulsing. "I think you'll like it."

Leaving her laying there, he turned a lever so the chain lowered Monica to hovering over the altar with less than a foot between them. Another tug moved her into a position so her head hung facing down along with her breasts while her restrained wrists and ankles supported her weight. The new position dripped further blood onto Ellie's body which was beginning to cool from the stinging wax.

Ellie turned her head to the side only to find the thin knife carved from human bone hovering over her breast. "Please, Azrael," she begged then sucked in a breathe as the knife scraped her skin. It peeled the layer of wax away to reveal one swollen nipple that was tinted red from the heat. His teeth clamped around the bud almost immediately while she felt the candle begin to thrust inside her once more, its fiery tip burning a path despite her flowing juices. "Oh, yes . . . oh, God."

His knife continued to move down her body, skimming away the wax, without removing his lips from her breast. He shifted his attention to the other one and suckled while the blade eased the wax from her swollen clit; however, his suckling arched her hips forward so the blade nicked her skin, causing her to cry out. It also pushed the candle deeper inside her as she screamed and arched into him, heedless of anything except the immense pleasure spiraling through her at the burn.

A sudden jerk withdrew the candle and a clatter followed. Her folds were separated, roughly before his length thrust into her with a growl that definitely wasn't humans. Crying out, she arched her hips up to meet his rough thrusts while his lips continued to suckle her breast. He gave the nipple a final nip with his teeth then pulled back, gripping her thighs to control the undulations of her hips against him.

"Here's the part where Monica helps," he began, thrusting roughly so she slid up the altar. One of his hands lifted, the knife glinting in the candlelight, and made a slashing motion before Ellie felt warm liquid splash onto her face.

A scream left her as the metallic tang of blood filled her mouth yet she could do nothing but lay there, hips arching into Azrael's thrust. She spit out the blood only to have more drip, eyes shifting up to see Monica's slit throat as she gurgled helpless sounds only to fall silent as the knife tore through her breast. Her mind wanted to revolt at the sight and sticky feeling yet her body continued thrusting up to meet Azrael while pleasure built to a fever pitch.

"Fuck me," she begged in a voice she barely recognized as her own. Her fingers were digging into the chains while she strained and pushed to take his cock even deeper. Feeling a pressure on her hand, she felt the chains pull tight then release, though hands immediately pulled her up to straddle Azrael's thick length. The chains fell from her ankles, too, so she was sitting astride him with Monica's body hanging inches from her back. "Please, fuck me."

"Fuck yourself," he challenged before going completely still inside her. His hands slid up her hips through the sticky blood to her nipples where his fingers flicked her nipples then twisted them, roughly. "Do it, Ellie. Show me you're worth being my mate."

Pushing aside the nausea building in her stomach, Ellie placed her hands on his shoulders, nails curling in, and began to rock back and forth on his erection. Her hips shifted up to force his cock out then pushed back down to drive it deeper, repeating the action several times as he bent to suckle her neck. She felt his teeth nip the tender skin yet it only added to the pleasure while she rode him, tilting her head back to allow him better access. Ignoring Monica's hair tickling her face, she slid up then impaled herself onto the thick length while the pressure built inside her.

Azrael's mouth trailed bites up her throat to her chin before a hand tangled in her hair. The other was still tweaking a nipple as his hand gripping her hair forced her into a kiss, the forked tongue lashing against hers which responded without hesitation.

A jolt of pleasure washed through her as she arched up into her climax, moaning his name. His hips picked up the thrusting motion while she continued to climax, nails digging into his shoulders to imbed in the skin. Even as he growled his pleasure into her mouth, she felt the familiar burn of his cum spurting inside her and groaned at the new sensation. His claws clutched her hips while he forced her body to finish riding him through his release.

She whimpered as Azrael pulled away from her, trailing his lips down her jaw to her throat then down to lap at her blood-splattered chest. His tongue made her shiver as it moved over to a nipple and sucked the bloody nub inside, lashing it with his tongue.

"Did you enjoy that, Ellie?" The words were muffled against her breast yet she could only nod as he withdrew from her, leaving her kneeling on the altar as a mixture of fluids dripped down onto the worn stone. His hands grasped her thighs then forced her position to shift, moving her onto her knees with her head facing toward Monica's pale, bloodless form.

Feeling her stomach knot up, she tried to look away except Azrael's sudden grasp of her hair forced her to stare at the body of her former friend. The green eyes were open and sightless, red hair a tangled mess, Ellie she felt Azrael moving behind her, one arm moving around her waist while the hand from her hair moved to grasp her chin, forcing her eyes to lock on the form. His hold moved her chin down to inspect the slashes marring her throat and the smooth skin of her breast as his forked tongue brushed the side of her neck. Goosebumps shot down her arms.




Testing Azrael



"Say one thing, Ellie, and you'll be mine forever," he rasped in her ear. The arm around her waist slid down so his fingers could stroke her clit as his tongue swirled the shell of her ear. "All you have to say is my name three times. Three times, and I can continue making these fantasies you feel so guilty about come true." His thumb flicked her clit then thrust a claw into her, beginning to thrust roughly. "Just say it, Ellie."

Her hesitation was minimal as she remembered the searing pleasure of his touch, of his bites, and even of Monica's blood splashing onto her. The claw moving smoothly inside of her, along with his nibbles to her throat, made the decision all the easier while she arched into his touch.

"Azrael," she whispered, sucking a sharp breathe. A second claw had entered into her to tease back and forth while his lips sucked her neck. His cock stirred to life against her ass as she struggled to speak. "Azrael."

Ellie whimpered when his hands fell from her body, sliding down to grasp her hips. She made a small attempt to move away as his hands forced her cheeks apart to fit the thick head of his cock against the small ring of her ass. One hand left her hip to grasp her hair, forcing her to push back against his cock.

"One more time." His words were an order as he pushed forward, ignoring her pained cry that turned to pleasure as a claw pressed back into her wet channel. "Just one more time."

She bit her lip in hesitation then screamed at the sudden push forward that forced her cheeks to split further. A few careful thrusts were given to drive himself deeper as pain gave way to pleasure, though the shallow movements of his cock were in direct opposition to the thick claw rapidly thrusting in and out of her. 

"Azrael!" His name was almost a plea that turned into a scream as his cock drove into her ass, roughly.

All other thought was driven from her mind while she rested her head against the cool stone and thrust back to meet his rough thrusts. The claws thrusting themselves in and out of her pussy only increased the sensation, though she distinctly heard him growl against her bare back, "Mine."

"Only yours," she replied, breathlessly and knew she wouldn't be testing his mark again. The only male she'd be allowing to take her was Azrael who'd nurtured the dark fantasies buried in her subconscious for his creative processes in a manner that made her eager for the concluding chapters of his current book. "Azrael."



Testing Carol's Limits



Carol heard a sharp intake of breath from her left and then felt her head fly forward towards the windscreen. She felt the seatbelt pull tight across her chest and then felt herself slam back into the seat as the car stopped abruptly. She looked to her left and saw her examiner, Mr Greene scowling at her, his foot still buried deep in the footwell where his emergency brake pedal remained mashed against the floor. Carol felt her face redden as she realised what she had done. 

"Did you not see that red light?" asked Mr Greene sarcastically, as the 18 wheeler drove past, inches from the bonnet of the car they were sitting in. 

Carol said nothing, her test (her third, and her second since her eighteenth birthday) had been going so well and now she had blown it. The lights changed and Mr Greene instructed her to continue. As she fumbled with the gear lever and then stalled the car halfway across the junction, he fought hard not to smile. She was a cute kid, and up until now her test had gone well. 

For her part, Carol was getting more and more worked up and as she moved off she stalled the car a second time. When she finally managed to get the car going again, Mr Greene instructed her to do her emergency stop. Needless to say, she didn't do it quite as well as she might, but it was a borderline pass. 

Eventually Mr Greene directed her back into the car park of the small test centre, it was getting dark and there was a chill in the air as they walked through the leaves strewn across the tarmac. Mr Greene held the door open and ushered the girl inside. She was quite short, only a little over five foot, which meant that he towered over her with his large 6ft plus frame. He often went for smaller women, and he found that smaller women often loved the feeling off being with someone so much bigger. He thought it made them feel safe, whereas he just loved that their small hands made his cock look huge. 

He watched her as she walked down the hall in front of him, her skirt clinging to her lovely tight arse and her long dark hair swishing across her back. He felt his cock stiffen slightly as he thought about lifting her skirt up and.... 

"In here Carol," he said as they reached a door at the far end of the corridor. 

The place seemed deserted, they hadn't seen anyone since they had got back and Carol looked at her watch. It was well after six. Mr Greene flicked the light on and Carol realised that she was in what looked like the staff room for the centre. 

"Sit down, no-one will disturb us in here." 

Carol sat down, grateful for the warmth of the gas heater in the corner of the room after the chill of the evening air. Mr Greene sat down opposite her and began scribbling on his pad, occasionally sneaking a look at her legs. 'No wonder she was cold, wearing a skirt like that,' he thought to himself. 

Carol was pretty much resigned to failure at this point, she didn't understand why Mr Greene didn't just tell her she'd failed and put her out of her misery, but still he made her wait, ticking boxes and shuffling papers. After a while Carol began to feel a little warmer and peeled off her coat and laid it across one of the empty chairs. Mr Greene looked up for a second, just long enough to take in the shape of Carol's small breasts which were perfectly outlined by her tight top. 

His cock twitched beneath his clipboard and he ticked a few more boxes, 'keep her waiting' he told himself, let her think she's failed. Eventually he clicked his pen and looked up at her, his face non-committal. 

"So, Carol... here's the thing. Overall your examination was of a reasonable standard...not the best I've seen, not by a long chalk, but adequate nonetheless. Your emergency stop was borderline but my real problem is, as I'm sure you're aware, the red light you drove through..." 

Carol shuffled in her seat, her top teeth biting into her bottom lip with nerves. He always loved this part. 

"...I could pass you, but... that would mean setting aside my principles, and I'm a very principled man. However, I could overlook your little discrepancy, if you were willing to accept some other punishment as a way of making amends." 

Carol looked utterly confused. 

"Of course, you can reapply if you wish, I believe the waiting list is only about 8 weeks... maybe you'll even get another examiner next time, if you're very lucky. But..." he smiled, "... you'll find most of the examiners at this centre are just as principled as I am." 

"I don't understand..." murmured the girl, looking every bit the teenager she was. 

Mr Greene sighed. "Carol, I want to pass you, and I will, but you need to be punished for your mistake... then we can all leave happy and I don't have to carry round a guilty conscience knowing that I passed you when I really shouldn't have... okay?" 

"What do you mean, punished?" 

Mr Greene smiled at her warmly. 

"Just a little spanking." 

"What!" Carol retorted. 

"Oh don't get upset, I'm not going to hurt you...well, not much anyway." 

"But, you can't do that..." 

"Who's to know? There's no one else here... I've already filled in the forms, all I need to do is sign them and you've got your licence." 

Carol looked at her coat, wondering if she should just get up and leave... but on the other hand, there was her paper just waiting to be signed....she looked up at him with pleading eyes, but Mr Greene had seen those before and was no soft touch. 

"Carol, it's no use fluttering your eyelids at me, I've made my position perfectly clear, if you want to leave and re-apply then I don't have a problem with that, but if you want your licence passed today, well..." 

Mr Greene patted his knee suggestively, while Carol's eyes flicked from her coat to the door and back to his knee. 

After several minutes of silence, Carol finally spoke. "You promise you won't hurt me?" she said softly, her eyes cast down to the carpet. 

"I promise. In fact I think you'll probably enjoy it once you get started." 

Carol doubted that, but she really wanted her licence and she didn't want to have to wait another two months. She walked slowly over to her examiner and he leaned back to let her position herself over his knee. She looked tiny on his lap, almost child-like, and he could already feel his cock pressing against her stomach. He swallowed hard and slowly slid his palm up the back of her bare legs, bringing a shudder from the girl. 

"You understand why I have to do this don't you Carol?" 

"Umm....yes, Mr Greene...." 

"You know I can't let you go unpunished for what you did don't you?" 

"Yes..." Carol's voice had a little shake to it now as she felt Mr Greene's hands softly stroking the back of her thighs. She hadn't expected him to be so gentle, she thought he would just spank her and that would be it. 

"Good girl. Now you just try to keep still...." 

His hand moved higher and she felt his fingers slip down between her thighs, a finger brushing very softly against her pussy through her panties. Carol heard herself groan and at the same time try to push herself off Mr Greene's lap, but his other hand held her firmly in place, just until she got over the initial shock. 

"Keep still," he whispered. Carol was confused, on the one hand she felt like he was already overstepping the mark, but at the same time she could feel her pussy getting wet and part of her wanted his fingers to touch her there again. As she lay there Mr Greene continued to stroke the backs of her legs but he waited some time before he allowed his fingers to move between her thighs again. When he did he was delighted to feel the cloth between her legs had become damp with her juices. 

"Good girl," he said again as he gently stroked his finger up and down, the wet cloth of her knickers rubbing gently against her dripping pussy. 

"Please don't," whispered Carol, though she had no idea why. 

"Oh, you don't mean that," he said. "You're already wet, you know you want it, don't you?" 

There was a long pause and then Carol heard herself say 'yes' and she raised her bottom up in the air just a little. Mr Greene smiled, and used his left hand to slide her skirt up to expose her gorgeous, tight bottom. 

"Very nice," he said. 

Carol blushed deeply and was glad of the long hair falling over her face to the floor. 

"Mmmmm," he said, his large palm circling the twin globes softly. "I think we'll start with a few warm ups." 

Carol tensed, ready for the first blow, but was surprised at how gentle it was when it came. He was no novice though, he knew exactly what he was doing and each following slap landed just a little harder than the previous one. Carol felt her bottom began to heat up, but because of the gradual build up she found she quite enjoyed it. The lighter slaps had warned her body of what was to come and so her body had released endorphins that made the harder slaps pleasurable rather than painful. 

She closed her eyes and began to enjoy the sensation of being spanked by the huge man, at one point she tried to reach back to play with her clit as he spanked her but in the position she was in it proved impossible. Sensing her intent, Mr Greene again allowed his hand to fall between her now open thighs and rubbed a little harder against her sodden panties. Carol let out a loud groan and Mr Greene felt confident enough to slide his finger inside the material and rub his fingertip against her pussy lips. She was so wet he couldn't believe it and his finger slid effortlessly inside her little hole. 

Carol let out another groan as he circled his finger gently, stretching her gently before withdrawing and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her knickers. As he pulled on the material, Carol lifted herself slightly to help him remove her underwear. He pulled them down as far as her knees and left them there, stretched between her open legs. Then he slid his palm back up her thighs and onto her bare arse cheeks. 

"Okay Carol, that's the warm up, now it's time for your punishment." 

Carol groaned again and he saw her cheeks tense as she anticipated the beating she was about to receive. He lifted his hand off her backside and then licked the pussy juice from his finger. 

"You taste delicious," he whispered, distracting her momentarily just as his hand slapped down onto her bare ass. Carol moaned as the shock of what he'd done hit her, but soon the endorphins were kicking in and as he slapped her over and over and her arse became redder and hotter she began writhing in ecstasy rather than pain. 

Suddenly he stopped and his hand moved between her legs again, for some reason this time Carol instinctively pressed them together even though they both knew she wanted him to touch her. Mr Greene waited a few seconds and then saws her legs relax, he'd done this before after all and he knew how these things worked. 

"You want me to touch you, don't you Carol?" he asked softly. 

There was a long pause as Carol fought with her conflicted emotions, but eventually there came a quiet 'yes'. 

"You'll have to do better than that Carol, remember your licence depends on this...." 

Another long pause and then a breathless request came from under the long dark hair. 

"Please touch me again Mr Greene....." 

"That's better," he said, and slid his hand back between her open legs. Carol moaned loudly as he softly caressed her pussy and then gently slid a finger inside. His cock was aching for release now and he longed to feel the soft silky walls of her tight little cunt wrapped around it as he spurted his load inside her. 

He added another finger and soon Carol was pushing back against his hand, willing him to go deeper and harder. He looked down at her tight little asshole and wondered if she had ever been fucked in the ass. Teen girls were a lot more adventurous than his generation after all. He pressed the tip of his thumb against her puckered hole and Carol groaned deeply, before begging him not to touch her there. 

"Please, no, I've never...." 

He moved his thumb away, slightly disappointed. That groan had told him all he needed to know, but for now he was happy to play along. Carol relaxed, relieved that he had done as she had asked, but was then shocked as he returned to slapping her asscheeks even harder than before. 

After a couple of minutes she was begging him to stop, her backside was red and burning and she couldn't take much more. Mr Greene paused for a moment and then slid his fingers back inside her pussy, bringing another long, deep groan from the girl. 

"Better than spanking?" he asked, barely able to hide the smirk in his voice. 

"Ye....yes," breathed Carol. 

"I tell you what would feel even better..." he continued. "How would you like me to slide my rock hard cock into your tight little cunt?" 

Carol moaned as his fingers moved to her clit and began a rhythmic stroke. 

"I promise not to spank you any more if you let me...." 

Mr Greene's fingers moved faster, expertly teasing her most sensitive spot until she finally agreed. 

"Good girl," he said, pushing her from his lap and down onto the carpet. He stood up and unbuckled his belt and trousers, his cock standing out, hard and aching for attention. He reached down and pulled her to him and then sat down in the chair, pulling her between his legs, her head inches from his throbbing stalk. 

"Suck it," he said. "And rub your clit too, I want to see you cum." 

Carol was so turned on she never thought twice and thrust her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as she devoured the man's pulsing meat. It wasn't huge, but it was more than big enough that she couldn't get it all in her mouth, even though she tried hard. 

Mr Greene however, was unimpressed, "deeper, I want to feel your lips on my balls!" he barked. 

Carol couldn't quite manage that, but she did get a lot of his cock into her mouth and within a couple of minutes she felt herself starting to cum. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and wanked it hard as she rubbed her clit until she started to shake with the force of her orgasm. 

As it subsided she wilted onto the floor and Mr Greene moved from the chair and positioned himself right behind her. He grasped his cock in his hand and despite the slightly awkward height difference, fed it into her waiting, dripping cunt, slamming it home with one hard thrust. Carol cried out as he stretched her tight hole but soon she was thrusting back towards him, crying out for him to fuck her harder and deeper. 

Mr Greene needed no encouragement and was soon fighting the inevitable need to cum. He slowed momentarily, but Carol begged him to continue, begged him to fill her hole with his hot spunk. Her words drove him on and he fucked her as hard as he had ever fucked anyone in his life, until finally he felt his balls contract and his cock spurted it's load deep into her slippery, wet cunt. He shook uncontrollably as he pumped his ball juice inside her and then remained where he was as his orgasm subsided. 

He looked down and saw his still hard cock spearing into Carol's tight pussy and imagined what it would have felt like to force it into her virgin ass. Then he pulled his cock free from her hole and watched as his come dripped freely onto the carpet. He massaged the last few drops of come out of his cock and Carol, suddenly embarrassed and a little unsure of herself scrabbled to her feet and pulled her stretched knickers up to cover her dripping cunt. 

Mr Greene smiled at her warmly, he genuinely liked the girl and he was more than happy to be able to give her her licence. As she stood there, her hair messed up, her skirt splashed with his cum and reeking of sex, he thought she looked absolutely beautiful. But Carol was so ashamed she could barely look at him, her cheeks were red, her bottom was sore, her cunt was still leaking his thick cream, but she felt more alive than she ever had before. 

He held out the signed form for her and she took it with only a mumbled 'thank you', her eyes to the floor as she snatched up her coat and made for the door. 

As usual Mr Greene had written his phone number on the back of the form, just in case she wanted a repeat performance. They didn't always ring, but he had a good hit rate, and anyway, in his line of work there was a fresh batch of pussy every week.