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The Pie

By: jeninflorida



(Trying to write from a different point of view)

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Let me say something silly, yet some people don't get it. This story carries and adult theme. If offended by sexual stories, its simple, don't read the story. This story is fictional with fictional characters. These characters will never get AIDS.

Start:

I walked into the kitchen, my wife Holly was all ready home. We both work and have stressful jobs. Holly works as an account executive and is always under pressure to close more sales. Were both young and have an active sex life. Personally, I think sex is a great way to blow off some steam.

I don't understand how she can relax while cooking. Holly tells me that she finds cooking fun and very relaxing. Me, I just stress out when I'm cooking dinner. Well, I'm comfortable on the grill but clueless in the kitchen. Some day I will talk her into wearing only an apron in the kitchen, as I would love to see her sexy five foot four frame almost nude with the sides of her thirty six C breast exposed. Holly is prepping some vegetables while looking out the kitchen window. We have a pretty big back yard and something seemed to have captured her mind.

I walked being her, brush her long blond hair aside, and nibble on her ear, as my fingers touch her firm cheeks, "So how was your day?"

"Just the normal crap." 

Most times after work Holly will push me off, except this time she started to press into me. Not being one to question her when she's playful, I go with it as my cock comes to life. What was she looking at that had her going?

My body responded to her touch, "Is that for me big boy?"

Being a man, I'm always horny and thought it was the time to take a chance; I pull up her skirt as she unzips my pants. We have not kissed yet; Holly is still looking out the window as she pulls my cock out, I pulled Holly's thong to the side as she guides me into her wet pussy. Wow, she leans forwarded taking me deep into her pussy. 

"Oh that feels so good, do you like being in me?"

My hands grab her hips, "Yes baby, you feel so tight. I love being in you."

"You like it when I'm naughty don't you? You like it when I ask you about how your cock feels in me, don't you?"

"Yes, it's very erotic." I try not to focus on her conversation as she will push me over the edge. 

"That's it baby, give it to me." Holly leans forward and uses the sink for support. "Feel how wet I am for you baby? Oh I need it bad, hope you wouldn't be upset when you found me so wet. Are you upset that I'm wet?"

"I find it hot!" She's pushing me closer, Holly's matching my thrust bring me to an orgasm. "Baby, slow down or I'll cum."

"No baby, don't cum in my pussy yet, please don't cum." Holly does not slow down. "You love to cum in my pussy, but wait, I need to cum. Don't cum in me yet. Oh I love how you feel in me, I need more."

"Oh baby, I can't, I'm going to."

She pushed back hard, sending me over the edge. There was nothing I could do as my body was in complete control I started to cum in her, Holly moaned as I released in her. Holly worked my cock in her pussy as I enjoyed the last of my orgasm. 

Once my cock started to shrink back, she moved causing me to slip out of her body. "Oh baby I'm so close. Eat me, till I cum. I need to cum. Make me cum baby!" As I withdrawal my cock from Holly, I looked out the window to notice that our neighbors had a construction crew working on the new pool deck.

Holly turned around, and guided me to the floor. Now I was on my back and started to think we were finished. Holly moved up my body, and I could see her pussy. She has masturbated for me in the past and I'm sure she wants me to watch.

Was she thinking of those men? Oh my, did any of those men see her? how sexy, my wife was nude, only wearing an apron and less then fifty yards away, young hot men labored in the yard. Each of those young men hard bodies, called out for a woman. those six pack abs could make anyone of the neighbor wives feel like a woman, over and over again.

Holly looked down at me, "I need this baby, make me cum." She moved forward and her lips touched mine. I've never seen her after I've cum as she always goes to clean up after we have sex. This time, she mounted my face. Her left hand rested on my head as she started to ride my face. Her lips were wet, making mine wet. This was different; I wasn't grossed out but aroused. I opened my mouth.

"That's it baby, take me in your mouth."

She tasted normal, maybe a little salty. I started to lick her pussy lips searching for her clit. Holly rode me like a cowgirl as she was close. She didn't care about anything except reaching orgasm. Holly was in control, moving her pussy over my mouth. Finally I found her clit, she pushed down hard. She rode my face, hard as I licked and sucked on her clit. 

"That's it baby, I'm so close! You enjoy licking my pussy when I'm this wet, don't you? Don't you love my pussy baby?"

She was wetter then normal as I could feel her juices dripping on my chin. Holly started to make those sexy familiar sounds as her orgasm took control of her body. She flinched, then stopped, held her breath, and then let out a loud moan as she came. I kept her in my mouth, careful not to move. Holly has always been very sensitive after she cums, and I give her a moment to enjoy her orgasm. I just lay there, waited for her to move. After a minute or two, Holly collapsed next to me and snuggled up.

Holly kissed me, her tongue enters my mouth. She leaned up and looked into my eyes, "That was so hot baby." 

Next came the shocker, she squirmed and removed her skirt. I expected her to clean up and finish cooking dinner. Instead she started reached down, and cupped her pussy. "Oh baby, I'm so hot."

I watched as she teased her body. She looked sexy moving her fingers up and down her body. There's something sexy about a woman's body, and even sexier when she enjoys touching her self. 

Closer and closer her fingers moved toward her pussy. Holly was moaning and squirming, loved feeling her body touching mine as her skin is so soft. She's never acted this way before; sure she has always loved sex. My cock started to twitch and grow. With her other hand, she reached out and grabbed me bring me to full life.

"Baby, sit up and stroke your cock for me. I want to watch how you touch yourself. Will you jack off for me baby?"

Never one to disappoint, I did as she asked. Sitting up, I leaned back against the kitchen cabinets for support. My cock was still wet from our juices. Slowly her fingers moved back and forth over her clit.

"You like watching me touch myself?" She slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. "I'm so wet and aroused. I love watching you holding your cock. It's so sexy. Talk dirty to me baby." 

Wondered what had gotten into Holly, as I've never had her aroused like this before. "I love seeing you when you're so aroused. I bet your boss, make you visit a client today and he was very attractive." 

"Yea, I had to go." Holly stomach muscles tighten as a little pleasure wave ripped through her body. "He was checking out my legs, and when we spoke, he would only look at my breast. I hope you're not upset."

"No, I love it when other men check you out. I just wish that your skirt was shorter and you had a lace cami on."

"You wanted him to see more of me, don't you?"

"Yes! That's so hot. Can you imagine him thinking of you when he gets home? I'm sure this stud is going to pick up some hottie tonight, but when he's banging her, your stud will be thinking about you."

"You think he will find some hottie?"

"Maybe you should call him, tell him that he can enjoy your company for a night."

"Would you want me to?"

"Yes. I want for you to call him. Do you have his number?"

"Oh baby, that's hot! Unfortunately I don't have his number, but will get it the next time I see him."

Now that confused me, did she really go to his office? I became a little nervous as I watched her. How far should this go? How far should this go? How far could she take this, I mean with out harming our relationship. Her lips glistened with her arousal easily allowing her fingers to slide up and down teasing her clit. Was she flirting with some man? My mind filled up with a little jealousy, but Holly was here with me so there was nothing to be jealous about. Maybe her flirting with men is a good thing. Sure, this is good for her ego and she gets to have a little fun. Hell, she's on fire and I'm the one having sex with her. 

"I should see him on Monday."

"Perfect baby, looks like we will have some fun next week."

The end.

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The Piece de Resistance



As Barbara left her office that day, she was more than ready for the weekend.

Her boss, the dumb ass, had been even more of a prick than usual. He was so demanding, nothing was ever right, it all had to go his way and, he was a stupid bastard as well. 

He was one of those administrators who, because he had a university degree, thought he knew everything. He was bright, Barbara could actually admit to herself, but he had absolutely no people skills and either pissed off or turned away too many clients. But, because he was the boss’s son, he was there for good. 

Barbara couldn’t even remember how many of the stupid things he did that she had related to Wayne over the past year. She had come close to quitting so many times it was laughable.

Fortunately, the half-hour drive home usually worked to release some of the tension that Barbara always left the office with. Her old Daytona still ran like a charm and as she shifted through the gears and listened to the throaty exhaust, she popped in a Metallica CD and simply enjoyed the drive.

She parked her baby in the driveway of the condo she shared with Wayne, next to his truck, and went inside. The place was completely dark and she wondered if Wayne had walked down to the pub at the end of the street. It was his favourite watering hole and they often went there to relax after a week’s work.

“Wayne,” she called out to the dark interior. “Wayne, are you here?” When he didn’t answer, Barbara cursed under her breath. She had hoped he might have whipped up one of his culinary delicacies for dinner. The beauty of living with a chef was that he did all the cooking – and could he cook. He was constantly surprising her some exotic dish or another. Better yet, he was quite a dish himself, she always thought.

She tossed her briefcase in the front closet, kicked off her shoes, threw her coat on a hook and, feeling like a little something to eat, walked down the hall to the dining area. Thinking as she walked that she might scramble some eggs, she noticed a lone candle burning on their dining table. So, Wayne was home.

Barbara turned to look into the living area and noticed he wasn’t watching TV. But, as she turned back to the kitchen, some Verdi began quietly playing. A match flared as Wayne lit a candle he was holding in the living room. 

“Hey babe,” he called as he walked toward her. “How was your day?”

“Like crap, as usual,” replied Barbara, noticing that Wayne was wearing his white chef’s hat and apron. As he moved toward her, she noticed that that was all Wayne seemed to be wearing. How interesting, she thought, as he handed her a cool glass of Riesling.

“What’s this all about?” she asked as she took the glass of wine. “Aren’t you a little underdressed for cooking?” As she looked at him, the candle he held illuminated his square shoulders and threw the face she loved into a sidelit relief and glinted off his glasses. 

“Not really. I got off work a little early because I wanted to fix you something special. I’ve been home for a couple of hours.” Taking her hand, Wayne directed her to a chair at the dining table, then pulled out a chair for her. “Take a load off and relax, I thought you might have had a lousy day.”

Sitting, Barbara sipped her wine as Wayne walked into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but notice that the hat and apron were indeed all Wayne was wearing and she gazed appreciatively at his ass and muscular legs as he walked away from her. From this view, other than his hat, the only clothing that covered him was the tie of his apron. Well, well, she thought, as she ran her fingers through her long brunette hair, maybe this day won’t turn out so bad after all.

With Wayne in the kitchen making kitchen noises, Barbara downed her wine and poured another from the bottle on the table. Slouching back, she put her feet up on the chair opposite her, under the table and relaxed. Eyes closed and picturing Wayne’s bum cheeks walking away from her, Barbara found herself becoming a little turned on.

“Ready for something special?” Wayne called from the kitchen.

Barbara sat up and said, “sure, bring it on.” As she took another drink of her wine, Wayne walked in, carrying a platter which she could see had another couple of candles burning on it.

Now standing beside her at the table, Wayne bent to place the platter in front of her with a flourish. “And voila,” he said.

“Oh, my God,” cried Barbara, who then burst into laughter. In front of her on the platter was a cake and whipped cream concoction shaped like a huge penis and balls. The balls were about the size of grapefruit and were covered with thinly shaved chocolate, which looked like fine hairs. 

From between the testicular orbs rose a massive cake penis, hard in its 16-inch majesty and veined with some kind of icing. The crowning glory was a beautifully formed head, from which the pee hole looked back at Barbara. 

Looking at the incredible creation, Barbara couldn’t help but giggle at the magnitude of the member. As she giggled and turned the platter to get a full view of Wayne’s creation, he produced a bottle of chocolate syrup and squirted a little into the pee hole so that it began running down the length of the mighty member. On the plate sat a small bowl of whipped cream.

“This is fantastic,” gasped Barbara, who gazed in rapt attention at the creation. “It really is. How did you think up something like this?” Feeling a strong stirring of sexual heat from within, she reached out and ran a hand up the back of Wayne’s thigh, then squeezed a bum cheek. “If you sell these in the restaurant, you’d have women lining up down the block.”

“Actually, this is only for you,” said Wayne, enjoying the feeling of Barbara’s hand stroking his leg and ass. “When I got out of the shower this morning I kind of looked in the mirror and the idea struck me. I decided to make you something special – in my own image.”

Squeezing Wayne’s cheek again, Barbara then ran a finger up the crack of his ass. “I hate to tell you this,” she giggled, “but, although I’ve always thought you were well-hung, I think steam on the mirror must have obscured your view.” Looking at Wayne, she saw that her caressing of his behind was having an effect. A definite bulge was now showing at the front of his apron.

Looking at the bulge and feeling the heat of Wayne’s ass on her hand, Barbara now found herself definitely turned on. In fact, she realized, her pussy was getting a little on the wet side and she was feeling pretty horny. She moved her hand around to stroke the bulge under Wayne’s apron, but he pushed her hand away.

“Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t go to all the work of creating something in my own image for you to just ignore it. I’d like to see you go down on it. . . I mean, see you enjoy it. I sweated in the kitchen for hours to create this.”

“All right then,” said Barbara as she took another sip of her wine. “But I don’t see any cutlery here to eat it with.”

“Well,” said Wayne. “Unfortunately, all the cutlery is in the dishwasher and none of it’s clean. You’ll just have to make do.”

“Okay, but if I get this all over my clothes, you’ll have to pick up the tab for my dry cleaning,” said Barbara. Putting down her glass of wine, Barbara made a move to push up the sleeves of her blouse. 

“I have a better idea,” said Wayne as he moved behind her chair. “It would be a shame to get your clothes messed up, especially since I doubt this would ever come out.” He pulled her back to him, then reached around and began unbuttoning her blouse. With it undone, he caressed one firm breast with each hand and could feel her nipples hardening under his touch.

Barbara sighed with pleasure as Wayne pulled the blouse away from her. She leaned forward and he undid her bra and removed it. Leaning over her, he gazed down at her beautiful, firm breasts and, as always, admired the spray of freckles between and around them. 

“Now, stand up,” he whispered in her ear. As Barbara rose, Wayne pulled her chair away and, standing behind her, slowly unzipped her skirt. As the garment fell to the floor, Wayne moved closer and pushed his now nearly erect penis against her ass. She kicked the skirt away as Wayne reached under her arms to caress her breasts once again. Reaching up, Barbara stroked the side of Wayne’s face with one hand, and, pushing slightly away from him, reached behind her to caress his penis through the thin fabric of his apron.

They both moaned lightly as he pushed her to sit down once again. “Go ahead, now, enjoy,” he whispered. As Wayne took a drink of wine from Barbara’s glass, he crouched down and watched as she bent to the creation and began kissing the cake testicles. Watching her kiss and then lick the balls, Wayne was incredibly horny.

Looking over at him, Barbara could see that he was turned on by her movements. Wanting to torture him a little, she cupped one of the balls in one hand while with the other she grasped the massive shaft. Knowing Wayne was starting intently at her, she closed her eyes and began to lick the shaft of the penis, from the balls to the tip, enjoying the sweet taste as she went. At the pee hole of Wayne’s creation, she licked the chocolate syrup out of the indentation there. 

Barbara herself was now incredibly aroused and was getting into making love to this massive treat. As Wayne watched closely, she dipped her fingers into the whipped cream and smeared it around the head. Standing now, Barbara slowly licked the cream from around the head. As she did, small warm rivulets of it ran down the shaft and, as Wayne glanced at Barbara’s breasts hanging free near his face, she licked the white cream from the shaft.

She then bit a piece of the cake from the head and sat back, chewing as a little chocolate and cream ran down her chin. “Feed some to me,” she whispered.

Freed from the scene of Barbara orally enjoying his creation, Wayne scooped some of the whipped cream and chocolate covered cake with his fingers and knelt on the floor beside her as held it to her. Barbara took a piece of cake into her mouth, then licked and sucked the gooey mess off his fingers. Wayne watched as the syrup and cream dripped down onto Barbara’s breasts and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick them.

As he licked, Barbara moaned and Wayne sucked on her nipples one at a time. With Wayne now enjoying the extra sweetness of Barbara’s breasts, she reached down under his apron and wrapped her fingers around his penis. Stroking his eight inches as Wayne licked her, Barbara badly wanted to fuck him. 

But first, she thought. “Stand up,” she said. 

“Why babe, this is incredible and I’m enjoying myself right here,” he replied from between her breasts.

“Look, this is my treat, right?” she said, letting go of him. “For my treat I want you to stand up.”

Sighing, Wayne then did as she asked. Still sitting, Barbara lifted Wayne’s apron to expose the penis she so loved to love. “Beautiful,” she said, eyeing his length. “But it needs a little something.” Reaching to the creation on the table, Barbara scooped up some of the cake, chocolate and whipped cream and then smeared it over the penis in front of her. 

Looking into Wayne’s eyes, Barbara smiled, then bent to lick him. Running her tongue up and down his shaft, Wayne moaned softly as she enjoyed the added taste. Wayne clasped his hands behind his back and pushed his penis out as she continued licking her treat. With most of the dessert licked off, she then took him into her mouth, slowly moving her lips over the head of his penis, then sliding along his length as she deep throated him.

Popping off the end of his penis, Barbara gasped, “I need you to fuck me, right now.” Saying that, she pushed the penis creation across the table and sat on the edge. “Come on, baby, I need you right now.” 

With her legs spread and Barbara leaning back on her elbows, Wayne moved between her legs and pushed his penis against her lips. As Barbara gasped, he pushed his way full length into her wet pussy. As he began a smooth fucking motion, Barbara helped pull him in with her legs. 

Eyes closed, Wayne concentrated on going full length into her, building speed as he did so. Barbara, now with her eyes closed, continued to lean back and enjoy the feeling of Wayne pumping in and out of her. With Barbara pulling him into her harder with her legs, Wayne knew Barbara was about ready to cum. A few more seconds of fucking and he was ready to explode as well.

Finally, as they both moaned, they came together, with Wayne shooting his cum into her. Sated now, they slowed their pace to a more gentle fuck rhythm and, slowing further, Wayne finally pulled out of her pussy. Leaning over her, he kissed her on the lips and she responded with her tongue.

“God,” Barbara panted, “that was incredible.” 

“It sure was, babe. If I had known I could turn you on like that with my creations, I’d have cooked some up a long time ago.”

Sitting up on the edge of the table, Barbara kept her legs hooked around Wayne’s body. Kissing him, she took his penis, covered with her cum and cake and fondled him. “We’re both a mess,” she whispered into his ear, “let’s take a shower and get cleaned up. I have this little treat I can do for you in the shower.”



The Pied Piper



Author's Note:

This story contains interracial lesbian sex and is written in the voice of someone living in the Southern states pre-WWI. 

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He called his self the Pied Piper, and Rusty said he's just like in the fairy story. I don't know 'bout that, but Lord Almighty he could play like the devil his self—he made that fancy guitar wail in the night like no man shoulda been able. I laid down before him like a dog, I did, whimperin' and howlin' along with the rest. 

Mama Fay told me he was back after the town had run him out for playin' on the Lord's day but I didn't see him for a week after that. I spent my days pickin' cotton 'til my fingers bled, and my nights pickin' a banjo, tryin' to make a little bit extra to get us fixed, me and Mama, and maybe head us outta Mobile before winter come. I kept tellin' Mama I wanted to see them mountains, the ones with the snow on the tops that I saw pitchers of in Big Lem's books. 

Rusty, she made me come wit her to see him. Mama said I was gonna get Rusty in trouble, hangin' round with her, me a sharecropper's daughter (leastways 'fore Papa done got killed) and her a colored girl—but Rusty didn't bother 'bout that and me neither. I didn't think people noticed, cuz we was both poor and pretty much invisible anyways. 

Rusty, she said let's go, but Mama, she say he was bad mojo and she warned me not to. But Rusty, she come and walk me home that night and she say he gonna play for us girls this time, real special, just for us! I figure she meant me an her, but when we got there, they was bustin' out the whole place, and they was all juiced up and jumpin', just girls—white and black alike, everywhere!—dancin' like they didn't know how not to. 

Getting in weren't easy, we had to jam and jiggle our way through. I seen him sittin' on a chair, leanin' back against the wall wit his guitar. There was a drummer this time, keepin' some sorta beat on a ole' hand drum, but mostly it was him, his fingers movin' like heat lightning at the end of the hottest summer days. He didn't so much play it as make it sing, like that guitar itself was his very own voice. There weren't no way to not listen to him, once you caught the beat. It rocked your world every which way 'til you were sure up was down and white was black and in was out. 

I seen him there, and my heart was jerkin' under my ribs after him, like it was trying to bust outta my chest, and I saw that he seen me, too, and then it was me pullin' Rusty along, tryin' to get close. There was too many girls up here—I even seen the mayor's girl, Lucy—all pressin' together, grindin' they's hips to the music with each other. 

I leaned back against the wall, just to have somethin' to hold up, and Rusty, she lean back against me, and I wrapped my arms 'round her waist. I didn't think nothin' of it, it seemed so natural to be rollin' together to the music, my hips cradlin' her hips, rockin' together like Mama used ta do when I was a babe. 

His eyes were on us, and his hands moved like some voodoo, the music comin' faster, and me and Rusty, we were rolln' faster with it. I dunno what really happen, but somehow we got all twisted up together, me and Rusty, and we was kissin' on each other like we thought we would drown if we didn't. She was rubbin' her whole body up and down me, pressin' me into the wall. 

Everwhere around me, girls was doin' the same, not just dancin' anymore, but kissin' and touchin' and lord help us, they were takin' off they's clothes like no one was there to watch 'em. But there was somebody watchin'—he was watchin', his eyes dancin' to their beat as them girls rocked out on the floor. He was watchin' them kiss n'touch and rub up against each other like this was just what he came here ta see.

Rusty's hands was holdin' onto me tight, and when my eyes met his and his guitar let out a long, lonesome wailin' sound, I ain't never wanted anything more than to feel that girl's sweet, hot flesh against mine. I started takin' down her dress and I saw him flash me a smile, his face dark like night but his teeth white as pearls

Rusty, she didn't say nothin', but she started workin' on my dress, too, and before I could say devil-don't-make-me, we was naked together against that wall, still rubbin' and chafin' up against each other like nobody's business. Rusty had these tiny little titties, and she was pressin' 'em against my great big 'uns, our nipples rubbin' together in time to the music. 

I put my hand 'tween her legs and she spread 'em open for me. She was wet and thick like molasses. I was, too, and her fingers shoved up into me and we worked it out together, kissin' and touchin' and rubbin' each other in that dark room with the music pulsin' through us like our hearts beatin' and our blood pumpin' and our juices flowin' down our thighs. 

I hooked my leg 'round hers, so's our bodies couldn't slip away from each other, cuz she was shakin' and jerkin' and wailin' against me. I looked over an seen him watchin' us, his eyes glowin' like fire, and then I's buckin' against Rusty, too, feelin' waves of love an heav'n rollin' all through me, 'cept it felt like I's possessed by something and maybe it was the devil after all.

Weren't no girl not naked in that room, and he played and played and played us until we was all tangled up together by dawn, mewlin' and cryin' like a pile of black'n'white kittens. He left us there in the mornin', and I heard him whisper when he walk by, "Next time, maybe dey'll pay me like they's s'posed to."

There was a big scandal in the town, and they woulda lynched him if they coulda found him. They never did. I think about him when I pick my banjo for Mama, sittin' on the porch and starin' off at those mountains in the distance. 

When I think about him, I just wanna cry. 



The Pier



** Written for a dear female friend, in second person. **

A light drizzle moistened the aging planks of the pier and loosened a little more of the decaying paint from its timbers. The sea looked strangely still, a huge reflecting pool bounded by creamy breakers. Sunset was soon, but in the grey sky it could already have been midnight. Streetlights started to light up and the only other people around were two fishermen in bright yellow rain coats, looking like a drip of yolk in a burnt fried egg. 

You were standing by a small fishmonger, sheltering from the hardening rain for which you were unprepared. There was no forecast or warning, the morning had been cool but dry, and so you'd left in trainers, jeans and a warm wool jumper. Now in the rain, the jumper was hardly warm, instead turning into a giant sponge, sucking the moisture from the air. Through the jumper you could feel your t-shirt growing damp and chilling you a little.

You try to remember why you came here, to this place. "Sure," you justified to yourself, "it seemed like a good idea to take a walk, and the sea seemed such a nice green-blue, but why not one of the nicer piers?" It was as if something had drawn you to this place, but not something that was here now. As if a memory of something yet to be had rose to the surface of your mind. You stood musing on the subject a little, wrapping your arms around you for warmth and watching the sea for a bit.

As you stood and stared out over the rippling tide, the two fishermen packed up and wandered off. One lit a damp cigarette; the flaring match seemed to reflect in the water of the pier and bounce through the air. Whiffs of smoke drifted skywards; smoke signals to the gods of bad breath and nicotine. You start to wonder if you should leave, to go home where it's dry and warm instead of here, on some folly, when you notice something in the distance. A light, compelling you to stay and watch as it grew bigger.

The light eventually grew so you could see what it was. A small fishing boat. Aged from years at sea in rougher weather, it could have been built anytime in the last hundred years, with a small stained oak mast, but a small diesel engine chugging away suggested it wasn't quite as old as it looked. A layer of barnacles and faded blue paint just made it seem a little more depressing, but you were somehow drawn to watch it dock to the pier.

Creaks and groans came from the metal ladder along side the pier; the occupant of the boat was slowly climbing up the ladder. Your heart raced a little, though you were not sure why. He stopped at the top of the stairs. A long black raincoat hiding most of his form and a rather damp wool hat was pulled over his head, leaving just his stubble-covered chin visible from your position. He looked across the desolate pier, eventually turning to face you.

His eyes were the same green-blue as the sea and the colour seemed to swirl and move hypnotically. Not a word was spoken but you started to drift towards him, out from your partial shelter by the building and into the now pounding rain. All sense of control drifted from your body as if you were in a dream. As you got within arms length, he opened his coat and wrapped it around the both of you, in a Bela Lugosi-esque move. He had a jumper on; of coarse wool and thick cotton trousers and his body heat warmed yours. Inside this stranger's coat you felt safe and protected, devoid of any normal rationalisation. Before you realise it, you're both at the top of the rusty metal ladder down to his boat.

He kisses you on the lips; his skin is cold and damp, like the pier's boards. The bristles of his stubble prick your face. Despite this you kiss back, running on the dream like sensation. Suddenly a little awareness returns and you start to blush. You think to yourself, "What's happening to me, I'm kissing a man I just met. Here of all places." 

You both begin to descend the ladder together, his body over yours, stopping the rain from soaking you even more as you reach the deck. The boards seem sturdy despite a layer of slime and chipped paint. Empty fish traps and nets lay strewn across the deck. In front of you stands a small door, with pealing red paint, to a small cabin. He opens the door, still silent, and motions you inside. Just as you enter you notice him release the guide rope, trapping you aboard ship for what ever may come.

Inside the small cabin is a rather tired looking bed, covered with simple sheets and blankets, a table with two chairs and two empty cups and plates. You feel the boards of the boat seem to vibrate a little, as if you were moving out to sea, with a gentle rocking from the moving water in time with the drumming of the rain. Your clothes drip onto the bare wooden floors and the man re-enters after a few minutes of cold dripping and turns up a small gas heater hanging from the ceiling. He then removes his coat, hanging it by the door. Then he removed his hat, causing shoulder length black hair to fall to his shoulders, slightly damp. He moved over to you and gently eased up your jumper. You stood there offering no resistance as he slid the wet wool from your body and flung it on the floor. The blush returned as you realised you weren't wearing a bra and the cold dampness from the rain had soaked into your white shirt, making it translucent. The blush deepened further when you noticed your nipples had hardened; part from the cold and part from excitement.

You remained frozen and bright red, as he pulled a chair back for you to sit. He then gently eased you into the chair, his hand slightly cold on your shoulder. The chair creaks a little with age as you slide down into it. Blood continues to rush to your skin as he bends to the floor and gently takes one of your ankles in his hand. He unlaces then removes your wet trainer, throwing it aside and revealing a wet white sock, which he slides down, tickling your foot a little as he does so. He releases your ankle, and moves to the other, unlacing that shoe and tossing it aside, with your final sock following it. The hot blushing over your body warms your damp clothing slightly and the floor feels a tiny bit slimy under your now bare feet. He moved further up, running his slightly frigid hands up along your wet jeans, before slowly unbuttoning the fly and lowering the zip. Your blush deepened. Your mind screamed at you to stop him, but you couldn't resist, nor did you want to. Just looking into his swirling eyes removed all doubts and fears.

He pulled down your trousers, his fingers brushing against your thighs. Your breathing hastened as they reached your knees, before being slowly drawn off completely. He then slid his hands gently up, under your wet shirt, freeing it from your body and caressing your skin. A gasp escaped your lips as he began to fondle your breasts playfully. Your shirt slides up and your muster enough strength to pull it over your head. His hands moved back up along your legs, one stopping under your knees the other wrapping round your waist as he lifted you from the chair and lay you on the bed. The fondling resumed along with some light stroking of your legs. Your body relaxed into his touch. 

His hand slid under your still soaking panties, though now some of that moisture, you realised with a blush, was coming from you. He begins to stroke and rub over your vigorously, teasing the most sensitive parts with each pass. Small gasps and moans escape your lips. He speeds up allowing his fingers to slide inside you. You close your eyes as he speeds up before stopping and drawing off your panties, leaving you naked and exposed. You hear him remove his jumper and toss it aside, and his cotton pants hit the floor, his boots still knocking on the wood boards.

He mounted the bed towering over you, fondling your breasts rougher this time, and rubbing his body against your thighs, parting your legs. You started to blush more, turning redder and growing more aroused as you felt his manhood swelling against you. He washed over the sands of your body, running his skin close to your heated flesh, before gently teasing himself inside. He began to slowly thrust himself inside you; your cries grew only to be drowned out by the wind and rain. Intense waves of pleasure crashed through your mind as he swelled further deep into you. He sped up, gaining speed and force, rocking you on the bed as the waters rocked the boat. He nibbled your neck as he continued his motion, squeezing your breasts with his cold hands. Your eyes flew open as your pleasure became too much. His eyes seemed to swirl with a torrent of colour as he erupted into you, before becoming still on top of you, pinning you to the bed with his weight. 

You lay there panting for a bit, looking around the room when you notice a stained and battered photograph. The sepia print was well worn but you could just make out two people; the man who lay atop you, and a woman, in an old fashioned dress. The woman in the dress seems familiar, until you realise it's you, or at least someone who looked almost exactly like you. Your heart and mind races. 

The man stirs silently, you try to move but your muscles feel limp from exertion. He carefully picks up your naked body in his arms and carries you outside into the rain, laying you down on the deck of the boat, before returning inside and coming out with his over coat over him, buttoned up. His large manhood still bare and now re-erect poking out from between it. Your mind is still puzzled over the picture, but soon forgets it as your body yearns for his touch again. He stars gathering up an old hemp rope from the decks, wrapping it around his arm. He then binds the end around your left wrist, tying it with a tight knot, before lifting your body against the mast. He then threw the rope over the yardarm and pulled it tight, raising you onto tiptoes by one hand, before binding your right wrist to the other end of the rope, causing you to hang from the mast. He then took another piece of rope and wrapped it round your waist, binding you tightly to the greasy pole. The rain slicked your skin and caused the rope to swell and the bonds to tighten. He then bent down and bound each of your ankles to the loops on the engine cover, holding you spread-eagled and suspended. 

Your brain cuts in just long enough to try to protest, despite your body craving the sensation. The words fail to escape your lips as your body's lusting regains control, leaving your mouth open. He takes a thick piece of loose rope and stuffs it sideways into your mouth, forming a crude bit gag as he ties it behind your head. He then runs his hands over your helpless body. The dreamlike sensation returns, as he looks deep into your eyes, before teasing your most sensitive parts with his fingertips, causing your entire body to blush and spasm. He continues, using his free hand to pinch your nipples and squeeze your breasts. You scream and moan with pleasure into the gag, but all that escapes are muffled cries. He then stops, and rubs his manhood against you, your legs begin to ache and tense, your body begging for him inside. He rubs the very tip against you, the yearning growing almost unbearable before he thrusts inside you. Your body tenses, as if it were trying to hold him further inside as he begins to pull back before thrusting deeper, repeating over and over. Your cries grow louder but are still muffled by the rope in your mouth. Your entire bodyweight hangs, your arms burning and your body forced down by gravity onto him. He continues as the wind raises and waves crash over the boat, spraying you with salt water, until he eventually climaxes again, leaving you limp on the mast.

The storm dies to light rain and he unties you from the mast, taking you back inside and silently giving you your clothes back. You dress as quickly as you can, still quivering from his actions. The boat's engines come to life again, as you are pulling on your jumper; you look out through the door and see the pier approaching again. A distant black spot highlighted by the lights of the town.

The boat pulls up to the ladder and you go to leave but he blocks the doorway for a second, placing something in your hand silently. You take it and he moves aside. The ladder is just ahead and you scramble up, walking as quickly away from it as you can, your brain telling you to get away but your body wanting to stay. You get off the pier and turn for a moment, as if to see him go, but the boat is gone silently into the night. The pier is also gone, just a rotting pile of timber supports, obviously devoid of a pier in decades. Your first thought is that it could be a dream, and then you remember the thing in your hand. As you slowly open your hand inside is a locket, in pure gold. You open it and a little seawater leaks out. Inside is a painted cameo of a woman who looks like you and an inscription. "No matter where you go or do, I'll be there, not even our deaths will stop our love0"



The Piercing



We entered the shop that you had so wanted to visit. The latest fantasy that you have been talking about was about to become a reality. Having one of your nipples pierced. As we looked around, there was no one there and you held my hand in nervousness. As we began to look around, we heard the curtain at the back of the shop open and there stood a guy that could have been my twin.

He asked if we needed some help and we said yes, that you wanted a special piercing. Smiling he asked how special; and I replied that you wanted to have a nipple pierced. He nodded and showed us a display that held a number of rings. He quickly found one that had a jewel at the bottom of it and as he showed it to you he said that this would be perfect since it matched your blue eyes.

Looking into his eyes, you agreed that it was a good choice and asked what now. Smiling at you and then gesturing to me, he said that we should go into the back where it was more private. Seeing that it was close to closing time and we were the only customers, he said that he would close up so as we would not be disturbed.

So, as he left us to go lock up the front, I looked down at you and noticed you watch him walk away. I saw a slight smile come to your lips then I looked in the same direction as your eyes. I noticed that he had on a pair of jeans that was faded and form fitting and smiled that you liked him. Then I looked in the glass just as he was lowering the front blinds and I saw him looking at us in the reflection and he was smiling.

I gently pulled you into the back room and there we found the chair that he laughed about. We both stood and stared and smiled at one another. Before us stood and old fashion barbers chair, complete with an oversized headrest and split foot stands, one for each foot. I let my hand slide down your back and began to massage your sweet ass and I whispered in your ear how much fun we could have in that chair if we were alone. A slight groan escaped your lips when we heard him say in a low husky voice, "Hmm, it is a fun chair". He side stepped around you and in a feigned attempt to steady himself he gently let his hand cover your back and slide off your shoulder. I felt you shudder at his touch and a breath escaped your lips.

He asked where I was from, since he recognized my accent. I said Long Island and he responded that he thought so; he was from Brooklyn. He introduced himself as Tony, and extended his hand. When I gripped it in a friendly handshake, I realized that he was looking at me, just as he looked at you. We released our grip and then he took your hand in his and gently shook it as you fumbled your name out. Smiling he held onto your hand and guided you to the chair. He slowly let you fall into and told you that there was no reason for you to be nervous. Releasing your hand, after a gentle squeeze, which you returned, he said that he has done so many of these that he lost count. In fact, he said that he even did his own and proceeded to take off his black t-shirt to show us.

Standing there and his jeans and no shirt, there on his square chest, hanging from his own nipples hung the exact same ring that he picked out for you. He glanced down and said, not to worry, these rings are unisex, and they can go on either a man or a woman. We all laughed at that and you replied "Well your no woman, that's for sure". I glanced at you and you stared at him and I could see that this was going to be a very interesting experience.

Tony looked over at me and said to pull up the rolling stool and have a seat. He then pushed a lever back and the seat gently reclined with you in it. He said that it's best if you put your feet on the pads, since some people tense up and this allows them to push with their feet rather then with their body – which can effect the piercing. When you placed your feet up, he commented on the heels that you wore and that they looked very good. He also comment on the toe rings that you wore and said that you must like nice jewelry and since that was the case, you were going to love this ring. He moved a 2nd lever and the foot rests gently slid apart and said that again this was for the proper positioning of the body.

He turned away to continue with his preparations work and you looked at me and with lust in your eyes whispered that you were dripping wet. I smiled back and brought my lips to yours and you hungrily kissed me back. I held your hand and when Tony turned, he saw that your nipples were harder then ever. Smiling to himself, he took a small blanket and covered you stating that he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, since the skirt was kinda short. As the blanket fell on you, it also covered our hands. I immediately let go of your hand and slid it under your skirt. Surprised, jumped a moaned and Tony just looked at where my hand was under the blanket. He knew exactly how to control this situation….

He turned again to continue with his preparation and it was then that I noticed that in one of the cabinets that he opened, there was a mirror and he could see what we were doing. I moved my hand along your thing and found that not only was your pussy soaking wet, so much so that the inside of your skirt was also wet, but that your sexy pussy lips were swollen and they were open. You closed your eyes and moved your hips up and down to my exploring fingers. I slowly let them run up and around your entire pussy gathering and spreading your juice.

When I teased your opening, you opened your eyes and looked at me with a pleading look of desire. I smiled and look at Tony's back and you followed my gaze. Your eyes met his in the mirror and you saw him grin back at you. You moved your hips up and gasped as I thrust my fingers deep into you. Not expecting to be filled, you groaned and then relaxed – all the while looking right into his eyes.

Finally, Tony turned with his trey of tools and you saw that the front of his jeans were as tight as they could be from the hard-on that he was getting. Your eyes never left his bulge as my fingers slid in and out of your hot, wet, throbbing pussy. Staring you saw that he was so hard from our little show that you could see that his cock was of the perfect size for you and that you could even see his head. When he reached your side (opposite me) he began to explain what was going to happen.

He said, in his heavy New York accent that "First Dee, I am going to need to expose your breast. I will unbutton your top if you'd like and gently pull this very sexy blouse from you. It's better for me to expose both breasts so that the material does not get in the way. Then, I am going to need to get your nipple very stiff. I have a number of methods to do this and I hope that you will not object. Of course, you can always get them stiff yourself, but then that does not allow me to understand how they feel or react. The choice is yours."

With a second finger entering you, your hips begin to take a life of their own. You try to focus on Tony and what he is saying but you cannot. Tony looks at me and I smile and tell him to go ahead and do whatever he thinks is best. Slowly, he begins to unbutton your silk blouse and he pulls it back exposing your breast and already hard nipples.

The cool air in the back room makes them even harder and he comments that he may not need to make them any harder. Gently, he takes his hands and feels the fullness of your breasts, saying that he needs to get a feel for the skin tone. His hands slowly ride up the underside of your breasts and ends with his fingers gently pulling your nipples up. As he continues to pull your nipples, my fingers enter you again and again. As I slowly fuck you he is tugging on your nipples getting that the hardest that I have ever seen.

With all the attention that you are getting, your breath becomes ragged and your hips are making slow circles and your eyes are going from Tony to me. The blanket begins to slide down and you no longer care about what Tony sees or think's and you help it fall to the floor. He glances down your body and the your skirt has ridden up and he can almost see your sweet pussy, I know he can smell it.

He releases your nipples and gets the piercing tool ready to go. He is telling you that this may hurt, but for just a second. He asked if there was anything you'd like to hold onto to squeeze as he pierces you. Smiling and riding my fingers, you lift your left hand just as he turns to face you and your hand rests up against the hardness that is between his legs. You give a gentle squeeze and he moans lowly and says that you made a good choice.

My fingers begin to slide up and out of you and up to your hard little clit. I rub it and slide my fingers back into your wet pussy. Your hand begins to massage his crotch and he looks down at your and says that he needs to apply some lubricant to your nipple to help the piercing. You look at him and moan "Use your mouth, please."

Looking at me, I smile and he lowers his lips to your hard nipple. You feel his lips lock on and his tongue slide back and forth on your nipple. You become lost in your pleasure and I sense that you are going to cum, so I slow my fingers down. Your hand is busy squeezing Tony as he feeds on your nipples. I look at you and smiles and I see that you hand is fumbling with the belt on his jeans. You finally get it free as he gently nips on your nipple and then his button and zipper is done. As he continues to add "lube" to your nipple, his hips begin a little dance of their own and his jeans fall to the floor and his cock springs free and into your hand.

Moaning from the way your hand squeezes him and stokes him, he lifts his head and stands before us, naked, nipples pierced and with a hard cock, very much like mine. My eyes are glued to your hand as you stroke him. He moans and gently starts to move his hips back and forth. You look at me and see a look you've never seen and you smile knowing that I am finding this scene so sexy. You look back at the cock in your hand and see that Tony and I are a lot alike, we both have long, hard, smooth cocks – he shaves his like I do mine. 

Tony regains his composure and glances at me. Our eyes meet and we smile at each other. He glances down and I notice that my hand is no longer sliding in and out of you. I'm temporarily mesmerized. You notice as well and see us looking at one another and you grab my wrist and bring it up. I slowly let my fingers slide into your mouth and while your eyes float between me and Tony, you lick them clean. Your hand begins to stroke Tony in earnest and I slip my fingers from your mouth and bring them to mine. I suck them tasting the combination of your saliva and your pussy.

Tony begins to pinch your left nipple again and realizes that it needs more lubricant, so his left hand slides under your skirt just as mine does. Looking at each other, our fingers meet and enter you at the same time. His come out as mine stay in. He brings is wet fingers to your nipple and coats it well. You moan with excitement and your hips are now out of control. You feel the pressure begin to build and you know that you cannot take any more. Begging, you tell Tony to do it, to pierce your nipple, do it so your can cum. Tony quickly obeys and looks to me for a clue.

Your hand is stroking him and you can feel the pre-cum begin to ooze from his cock-head. My fingers begin to thrust in and out of you; you slide your right hand down and begin to rub your exposed clit. Your breathing is coming in gasps and your pussy is wide open.

Tony places his piercing gun on your nipple and clamps in to the device. Your head is rolling back and forth, your hips and bucking up and down, your legs begin to tense and I start the feel your hot, wet, throbbing cunt begin to grip my fingers and suddenly as your pussy juice flows from your convulsing pussy, he pulls the trigger and suddenly the ring goes through one side of your nipple all the way to the other causing you to scream "OH FUCK, OH GOD, OOOOOHHHHHH" and your pussy begins to spray a continuous amount of juice from around my fingers and all over the floor.

Your body continues to bounce and jerk until you grab my hand and pull it out of you. You bring it to your lips and suck just a bit, and then you reach up and offer them to Tony, who is still being stroked by you.

He looks at me and takes one and then the other finger into his mouth. As he sucks on my pussy coated fingers, you moan with excitement that this is not over yet. He lifts his head and begins to slide his cock in and out of your hand. He comments that my shaft is as hard as his and since it appears that I need some relief too, that I should see how wonderful this chair can be.

Then he glances to the split foot rest. Taking the hint, I stand up and stand next to you. You are toying with your new nipple ring and stop when my jeans fall to the floor. You look at me and stoke my shaft a few times and guide me into your mouth. It feels so wonderfully wet and soft that I moan. Your own body jerks and moan escapes from your lips as Tony begins to feel your wet pussy. He looks at me and motions me to come and fuck you.

I pull my wet shaft from your lips and you moan in disbelief. I gently nudge your head to the left as Tony has moved closer to your head. You turn and see his hard cock right next to your face and you part your lips and let your tongue slide out and lick the pre-cum that has formed. Tasting him, you realize that we even taste the same and you slide him as deep as he can go. You feel his fingers leave your wet pussy and glancing sideways you see that I am now between your legs, with my hard, wet cock walking towards you.

Seeing that I was approaching, Tony removed his soaked fingers from you and grabbed a hold of my shaft and began to slide your wetness over my shaft. When his hand touched my cock, I moaned in pleasure since I have never had a man touch me like that. Your eyes went wide as you watched the scene and you let his cock slide out so that you could get a better view. He looked at me and said, "Let me put it in for you". Then he gripped my wet, hard cock in his hand and squeezed me and pulled me closer to you. The guided me into you in one slow, long stroke.

He removed his hand and slide the wet fingers to my mouth which I readily accepted. I sucked them dry and when there was no more juice, he let them fall you to your pussy. His other hand guided your head to his throbbing shaft and the feeling of my cock pumping in and out of you, his fingers rubbing your clit (and moving down and around massaging your open pussy all around my thrusting cock), and the smooth shaft that was in your mouth, made you groan in desire. Soon we were in the same rhythm and my thrusting was getting faster and faster.

Tony started to play with your new ring and he began pumping his cock in and out of your mouth. His hand left your pussy and went to the back of my head and he guided me down to your nipples which I greedily sucked. Your moans and his grunts and my groans filled the room. I felt his hand push me up your chest and to your neck and face. I kissed and licked and nibbled you and your felt my hot breath on your neck, and face. You released his cock from your mouth and kissed me passionately while you stroked him and squeezed his throbbing cock.

Then broke our kiss to fill your mouth with his cock again, then you kissed me, and then again went back to his cock. Your right hand found your little clit and you began to rub your hard little clit.

Soon I felt Tony's hand on the back of my neck pulling me towards your mouth and as I let him guide me, you groan as you feel my lips kiss yours. You turn your head to meet my kiss and Tony has left his cock right there. You reach around my neck with your left arm and pull me fully onto your lips and suddenly, Tony's cock has broken our kiss.

You hold me there and look me in the eye as your mouth is on one side of his shaft and mine on the other. Your smile and begin to slide your face back and forth and encourage me to do the same. I finally give in and begin match your rhythm and when you reach the head, you take him fully into your mouth. You suck him while my mouth covers his cock and when I reach your lips, I am surprise to feel you push his cock into my mouth. The sight in front of you is overwhelming and your fingers fly over your clit as I continue to fuck your hot throbbing pussy. Tony's hand is on my head and he begins to fuck my mouth with your tongue licking and sucking the length of his cock.

Soon I feel the pressure begin to build around my hard shaft from your pussy and Tony begins to slip out of my mouth and back into yours. I can feel the walls of your cunt tighten and I know that you are close. Tony's cock finds it was back into my mouth and as I take him all the way in, your body begins to shake and cum all on its own.

This causes my cock to spasm and my hot fluid erupts from my shaft as I fill your soaking wet pussy. This takes Tony over the edge and I begin to feel his cock pulsate in my mouth and just as his first load fills my mouth, you pull him from me and take his hot white cum into your mouth. As he continues his climax, you place him back into my mouth and drain him dry. Just has all of our cums subsides, we kiss and trade his cum back and forth between us and Tony stands up and looking over us.

Looking at me, with lust in your eyes, you lick the cum from my face and tell me that was the hottest fucking thing you ever experienced. I smile and tell you that I'd do that all again just to please you. You smile and said that if I can do what I just did, you'll certainly think of something to test that……



The Piercing



He leads her to a building they have never been to. She doesn't know what He has planned, but she trusts Him fully. Compared to the full sun outside, the interior of the building is dark. He greets the man inside as she looks around. A tattoo parlor. She cringes, not wanting a tattoo. But, she trusts Him. She looks up at the man her Master is talking to. A tall black man, his muscles visible even under the stark white shirt. He catches her eye and smiles, a friendly smile. She instantly feels safe, welcome. The man leads them to the back room.

The lighting here is better, mainly focused in one place though. Beneath that bright light is a chair, one you would see when visiting a female doctor. She looks at her Master with a question written across her expressive face. He smiles as He leans close to her ear, "Trust me."

She does. She trusts Him completely. He begins to remove her clothes, folding each article and placing it to the side. At His word she climbs onto the chair, naked as the day she was born. He smiles at His girl, at her obedience, her trust. "This is Sam. You can call him Sir."

She locks eyes with the man again, his dark brown eyes smiling as she greets him, "Hello Sir."

He returns the greeting before grasping a strap at the side of the chair and wrapping it around her wrist, securing her to the chair. Her Master secures the other wrist. Another strap comes across her belly, tightening enough to hold her in place. Her feet are placed in stirrups, thighs and calves strapped in place. Knees bent, her legs are parted, revealing her innermost parts, cunt glistening in the light.

Her Master walks to her, opening a small box, very similar to a ring box, only slightly larger. Nestled inside are three rings, tiny hoops of gold. She blushes as she suddenly realizes why they are here, what His plans are. She looks down at her breasts, her nipples hardening, her eyes traveling back to her Master. He smiles as she nods her head, willing to continue.

Her Master nods to Sir as He reaches out and teases her left nipple, feeling the bud harden beneath His experienced fingers. Sir walks over and watches for a moment. Her eyes drift shut as she waits. His gentle touch relaxes her, hands on her breast, preparing it for the jewelry. Suddenly, a pinch, a tight pinch, a painful pinch! Her eyes fly open as she gasps, looking down to see the ring attached to her nipple. She looks at her Master, a silent plea on her lips, wanting to beg... no more. It hurts. His fingers stroke her hair, calming her. She sighs softly.

Her Master's hands move to her right nipple. Her eyes stay on His, seeing the sadistic look on His face, knowing what He is thinking. Her right nipple is more sensitive. His hand rises to tug her lip from her teeth; she didn't even realize she was biting it. He watches her reaction as the nipple is pierced, the gold ring sliding into her flesh. A soft cry escapes her lips as the pain grips her for a moment. 

"Good girl. You are doing great." Her Master's praises help calm her racing heart. The pain fades to a dull ache. She looks at Sir, watching as He moves to a stool strategically placed between her spread legs. 

"Oh my, this girl is dripping wet!"

Her Master joins Sir, smiling at her reaction to the pain. "Oh yes, my girl likes a bit of pain."

Sir licks his lips unconsciously, the motion not missed by her Master. "Go ahead my friend, feel free to taste her."

Without another thought Sir leans forward. She gasps softly as his tongue gently parts her folds, sliding inside to coax more juices from her. Hands clenched at her sides, she unsuccessfully tries to scoot closer to the mouth pleasuring her. Sir lifts up, smacking his lips. He whistles, one short whistle, and points to the place at his feet. She hears someone else in the room, barely able to see the other girl scurry to her place. A zipper moves and Sir moans softly. Then she hears the tell-tale sounds of a slave giving her Master pleasure, the sloppy wet sounds of a cock thrusting in and out, the girl gagging on its size. 

His mouth drops back to her waiting cunt with more passion than before. Two fingers slide deep, stroking her g-spot, as he sucks hard on her clit. Head tilted back, she groans as his touch brings her oh so close. His fingers withdraw to slide over her outer lips, tongue lapping at the juices. She melts against the chair as she drifts away from the peak. Suddenly, he thrusts them deep again, another finger added to fill her aching cunt. A gasp, a whimper, her eyes searching for her Master, begging for release. He chuckles, watching His hot slave, absentmindedly stroking the bulge in His pants. 

From the sounds below she knows when Sir empties his load into his slave's mouth. A whisper in her ear, the words she was waiting for, and she explodes, cumming hard, her cunt squeezing and pushing the fingers still inside her. His mouth is firmly latched on her clit, drawing out her orgasm. She screams with pleasure, each wave taking her higher, till she finally falls, crying out and sinking against the chair. He sits up, licking his lips, smiling at her. His hand drops to his lap, letting his girl clean the juices from his fingers. 

"A warm washcloth please, my girl."

The girl stands to her feet, scampering off to obey. She returns with the cloth, wiping the dripping cunt, cleaning it. She returns the cloth to the other room and comes back, kneeling beside the chair.

"That was something," Sir comments, looking at her Master. 

"Mmmm, she is something else," Master responds with a smile.

The two men lean over her swollen lips, quietly discussing her as they poke and prod at her clit and the hood above it. She lies back, trying to relax, until she feels the pain. She cries out, feeling like her clit is being pulled off. Her Master looks at her, gauging her reaction. She whimpers softly as the ring is put into place. 

Sir slides his fingers over her outer lips, "Look how wet she is already." His fingers fall to his side, the girl on the floor obediently cleaning them again. Sir strokes his cock as it hardens at the sight before him. Her Master smiles, ready and willing to push His girl a bit further. He leans over and whispers in Sir's ear, something she doesn't catch. Sir smiles and tells his girl to get the lube.

She looks at her Master in alarm, her eyes wide. He smiles at her, mouthing the words, 'trust me'. She nods, trying to slow her breathing. Fingers brush against her rear entrance, coating it with the lube. Then the pressure begins as he pushes against her, fighting against her anal passage, coaxing her to relax and let him in. 

"Master.." she pants. His hand lays on her thigh, letting her know He is here. At Sir's command the other girl stands to her feet. Leaning over, her tongue teases the bound girl, licking her cunt while avoiding the new piercing. Pain and pleasure combine as she feels the head of his shaft enter her anal passage. She gasps as he waits, allowing her to accept him. Her whimpers tell him she is ready. He begins to push more, determined to fill her completely.

After what feels like forever, she looks at Master, softly whimpering, begging Him, "Please Master, enough, it hurts, he is so big!"

"Shhh, you can take it girl, just relax and accept it." His words help some as she tries to relax. Suddenly the pain increases ten-fold as he shoves his cock deep, his balls resting against her ass. His moans confirm what her body tells her. He made it fit. She cries out, her ass clenching, trying to expel the intruder. He begins slowly, shallow thrusts to allow her body to accept what it is being made to do. The tongue on her cunt is momentarily forgotten as she bites her lip from crying out again, each thrust introducing another wave of pain/pleasure. 

Her Master whispers in Sir's ear. At his nod her Master moves to her head. A quick movement and her headrest falls back, His hand catching her head. That's when she sees that His pants have been removed. His hard cock teases the entrance to her mouth. She opens, allowing Him to slide inside. His groans of pleasure please her, distracting her from the thrusts and grunts below. The two men begin to move in rhythm, each thrust increasing in speed and depth. His cock gags her as the one in her ass feels like it is entering her belly. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her Master's thrusts become frantic, signaling His impending release. She swallows as His seed enters her throat, filling her belly. His semi-hard cock slides from her mouth, leaving her feeling empty. Suddenly the pain in her ass increases, feeling like she is being ripped apart. The headrest is returned to its place, her head resting comfortably again.

Her Master moves next to her thigh, watching the large black cock thrusting harder into her tight white ass. She cries out as she suddenly cums hard, her ass tightening further on his cock, the pain causing the waves of pleasure to increase, her orgasm stealing her breath, feeling like she will never come down. Sir erupts in her ass, filling her with his seed, her ass milking him dry. She drifts back to earth, panting softly, her eyes finding her Master as He pulls His phone out of His pocket. The softening cock slides from her ass. Her Master groans, snapping pictures of her gaping ass. He looks at her, catching her eyes to smile at her.

She returns the smile, her body quivering, aftershocks of her orgasm washing over her. Her sore legs are lowered as Sir gives her Master instructions on proper care and cleaning of the piercings. The other girl smiles at her, licking her own lips to clean the juices. She blushes, rotating her wrists as they are released from their bonds. She stands on liquefied legs, leaning against her Master. He helps her dress, careful to slide her shirt over the new rings. Her g-string rests snugly against her cunt, soaking up her juices and the cum still dripping from her used ass.

Her Master thanks Sir, nudging her to do the same. She lowers her head a bit before looking up to see that friendly smile still in place. She blushes as she softly says, "Thank you Sir, for everything."



The Piercing Tiger



My roommate Allison might as well be from Wonderland. She is so innocent, so blonde, so beautiful and so naïve in appearance. She doesn't realize how hot she is. Nor does she realize how many guys want to slip her panties off and fill her cunt up with their creamy cum. She wears a touch of makeup. I swear, I think she get out of bed shakes her blonde hair, bats her baby-blue eyes and smiles with that wide mouth and presto—the beauty Goddesses come running to adorn her for the day. Naturally, she became a dancer up in Holland, Prague, Spain or wherever. Wherever she goes guys fall for her sunny charms. 

This hasn't made Allison any wiser. Her heart is loyal to an USA customer she met on Holland's computer lines. Kamasutra is what he called himself the two times he visited Allison in Prague, staying the weekend with us in our tiny apartment with the larger than usual bedroom.

Kamasutra loves to fuck. He's the most fuck-positive guy I've met. Since Kamo, Allison’s nickname for him, is black I expected this. And it is stereotypically true, he's very comfortable letting Allison get her ovaries off. He's sucked Allison's pussy like her labias, vulva, clitty, yum yum juices from her tiny voracious love purse would get up and run away and not return. "Geez a girl always has her pussy right between her legs, under her skirt," I said to Kama one afternoon while Allison was taking a shower. "She's reminded every time she sits down something should fill it up, a finger, a dildo, a cock, vibrator, agile tongue or even an exotic huge cucumber fruit." He relaxed a little.

I just loved to watch the word-craft Kamasutra used to coax mega-orgasms from Allison. Sometimes I get wet too. He gets her juicy flesh coiled so tight Allison cums, and cums and cums. Each time she is surprised at his skillful, wet tongue and the hearty, ebony-pillar inside his underpants that just won't quit until Allison squirts copious girlie goo all over the bed. But lately I've been hearing argument from the orgy wing of our bedroom apartment.

Saturday evening it started again. The muffled arguing. The shssss, Hanna might be awake talk—usually from Kama. Sometimes I'm asleep and catch only bits and pieces; other times I wear the mask of sleep so they won't know I'm peeping on their conversation. I'm a voyeur freak. Anyway, I was supposed to go out Saturday but a rare event happened, my date canceled. Even after I did my long red hair and perfumed my C-uddle boobs and everything. So I thought I get some sleep and go early Sunday morning to the historic Czechoslovak buildings just outside of Prague. 

"Why not?" Allison started. She wore her favorite light-blue baby doll nightie; her apple breasts were uncovered. She was obviously using her secret weapons to resolve the problem. Kama couldn't resist her teenage girlie boobs.

"I respect you too much."

Allison scooted closer and reclined into Kama's strong steady arms, his bare, hairless chest. He was a living statue from the Egyptian Museum. His nipples small, tight, the dark areola’s the color of Hershey chocolate. Then she leaned forward showing her naked ass under the baby doll. "Do me, Kamo. Cream up my cavern of love--doggy style."

"Come on Alli. I'll give you orgasms any way but that."

Allison raised her hands off the bed and placed them on her hips defiant. "Kamo it’s not an ass fuck! It's a cunt fuck." Then she soften and resumed her cooing voice, and touched and rubbed her sweet spot gathering pussy juice on her peach-tan fingers. She tasted her scent. “Mmmmm. You know you want me.”

I almost wanted to cum right there and began frigging my clit. I know it was unloyal. I should take Allison's side, after all we've know each other for two years, but I couldn't resist seeing Kama’s seven inch ramrod limbering up under his silk purple robe, Allison's latest gift.

"I'm Mr. Liberal guy on this planet. I make sure you have your three orgasms a day, don’t I. I know every girl needs that."

She sat on her heels facing him. "It's not enough Kamo. The Kneeling Behind position is timeless for women. You don't know the pleasure a girl gets. If you only knew how deep you go in--"

"When I see you like--"

"Like this--"

"Stop."

"I won't stop until you plug my fuck groove, my love palace, as you call it."

Kama smiled and his eyes closed I could tell he was resisting, like always, but his drooling cock had other opinions. 

"It's not called doggy style for nothing,” he said.

"That just a common phrase. In India, in the Kamasutra book you're always having us take our fucking position, it's called The Piercing Tiger. You like that?" Allison backed up closer to Kama and she raised the baby doll over her lower back. She went to her elbows. Her hot mutton glistening with her sex juices. “Just kiss it Kamo."

I couldn’t help the twitches my tense clit was doing. I reached deeper inside to fuck myself, turning more in their direction on my hip. Juices flowed down my thighs.

"Is Hanna sleep?” Kama said.

I stopped moving. Desire fed my pointy nipples. Oh, how I wanted to touch them just at this moment.

“Hanna sleeps very heavy. And I don’t care anyhow—“

“Once I kiss you like that, you'll have logical argument for me to fuck you doggy style."

I started stroking my alert clitty again.

"You're going to do me doggy style soon or I'm leaving you, Kamo!"

I could feel the first cum spasmodic orgasms hit me. 

Kama was silent. 

Allison stood up and faced Kama. She spread her legs and crouched down on his lap. I could see his ridged tool trying to work into her pussy, but Allison wouldn't let it. She just sat on top of his excited member. When his eager cock came close to impaling her sensitive inner flesh, Allison raised up. Oh what a slutty teased Allison was—rubbing the length of Kama’s mighty sceptre now unable to hide the precum coating the head of his cock.

"You fucked me many times while I sat on you like this, right?"

"Yeah I did." “Well that just one of the seventeen different doggy positions, if I understand the sex manuals right."

“---"

"And you've fucked my pussy while you lay on your back and my back faced your face right?" 

"I did and you sucked my cock. Awesome."

"You fucked my horny little girl while I bent down and touched my toes—doing my naked morning exercise? Don't your remember--in Holland?"

"How could I forget that--"

"And when I was too tired from dancing, and lay naked, sweaty from working. Ha. I hadn't even taken a bath and you loved my smell and begged me to let you slip it in--in my prized passion chamber while I lay down, my back to you?"

'You remember--"

"I just raised my leg and said, ‘do what you want Kamo. My body's tired but my cunt's never fatigues from your fucking.’"

"Mmmm."

"Spoon style you called it. And when I fucked you Woman on Top style that too is just a modified dog style, called the Swooping Shakti."

"I’ve got to have you, Allison!"

Allison got into the doggie pose. She turned her wide smile on and wiggled her modest tush in tight circles. 

“Here it is, Kamo. Come and get it!”

The pink flesh sandwich undulated before Kama. He wanted to lick; I can tell. Finally . . . finally while Allison was still taunting him with her pussy lips, he did it! 

And my second climax rocketed off like the USA Fourth of July fireworks.

Her tits swinging back and forth, almost touching. Allison lunged back at him in soft waves. "Uggggh. Keep going, laska, Kamo. You pervert! My greedy twat wants your hard fuck wand. Stir up the magic in my box and make me cum so hard I forget we ever squabbled," Allison squealed.

Kamasutra grabbed Allison by her apples and yanked her torso back onto his hardness. Allison slid right on his pussy-splitter dick, and they fucked and fucked until Allison squirted her clear g-spot and soaked her musky-white juices all over Kama's midnight cock. 

They don't argue so much now, and my voyeuristic reward is I see Kama's tight cue ball sized balls bouncing off Allison's peach-tan ass, and his slick black tool invading and spreading the silky ripples of Allison's cunt time after time. 

Now Kama is a doggie style sex addict. I’m not sure if Allison’s is aware of what she’s done to the poor fellow. I’d never cheat on my best girlfriend’s guy, but I do take pleasure noticing, if I should accidentally bend over to pick up a magazine or to put on a CD, Kama can’t resist gazing at my plumb butt. I’m glad Kama has gotten over his anti-doggie style sex fetish. I couldn't have asked for a better show and tell sex roommate than sweet Allison kneeling on her elbows or hands taking that powerful black maleness deep inside her sticky pleasure hole.

--THE END--



The Pig Comes Out to Play



As I sat next to Him on the bed, I feel my hands start to shake and my body respond to Him even though He hasn't touched me yet. I keep my hands placed next to me and turn my head towards the floor. I'm trying to restrain myself from reaching towards His dick. I know that if I disobey Him now, I'll pay for it later. 

He could see that I was growing nervous under His glance, and He laughed at me. 

"You should relax a little bit. I'm not going to hurt you just yet. Did you finish your tasks for today pig?"

"Yes Daddy." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I feel my mouth go dry, and my palms get a little sweaty.

"Good." He stands up in front of me. "I would just hate to have to punish you before you get to have at least a little fun."

He had told me last night to do several things this morning before He came over. I was to bathe myself well, for He would be inspecting me later. I was also told to give myself an enema, and clean out my ass. He told me to clean the bathtub, and I had a feeling that it might be dirty again before the day's end. I was told to make myself extra doll-like. As I painted my face in the mirror and curled my hair, I thought of what I would look like once my makeup was smeared down my face and small black trails of tears fell from my eyes later in the day.

He placed His hand under my chin, raising my face to look at Him.

"You look very pretty today piggy." He strokes the sides of my face, and ran His fingers through my pigtails. He bent down and put His hands around my waist, and pulled me up to stand in front of Him. 

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." Daddy grabs me by the throat and begins to squeeze, and spits inside my hole. I lick it up, close my mouth, and swallow.

I cherished the affection as I knew what was coming.

"Take of your clothes and get pretty for me."

I stood before Him and took off my dress, bra, and panties. As I did, I felt the wetness in the fabric cling to my cunt. I put on my piggy ears and nose, and wait. 

"It's time to look you over now slut. Spread your legs." I stand before Him and spread my legs, and raise my hands over my head. He looks over my crevices, before sticking a finger in my cunt. I moan under His hand, and He then puts it in my mouth and makes me lick it clean. He then gets His fingers wet with my cunt juice again, and sticks a finger in my asshole. He makes me turn around and bend over, and show Him that I'm clean and ready. 

I'm already so worked up by this point that it takes all I have not to attack His cock. All l want is Him inside of me, fucking all of my holes and satiating the hunger I have to be used and raped. 

"Now get on your knees like a good pig." Daddy puts on my collar and my cuffs. He pulls out the gag, but leaves it on the bed. After I'm collared, I put on a big smile and let out my first oink of the day. 

"Good girl. Now listen well, because I'm only going to tell you this once. I don't want to hear one fucking word out of you from today. If you want to tell me something, figure out a way to do it without words. You will only speak if I ask you to answer a specific question, and you must ask Me permission to cum. Other than that, I don't want any human-like noises coming from you at all. Do you understand me hole?"

I nod my head and let out a grunt. In my head I know that this will be work for me. I already know that I might defy Him here, and I don't even want to think of how He'll make me pay for it. 

"We need to get you warmed up now. I like my pig meat nice and soft. I know you're a little pain slut and can't wait for me to hurt you. Isn't that right?"

I resist the urge to say "Yes Daddy," and oink a few times instead. I do want Him to hurt me. I used to cringe at the word painslut, not thinking I could be one. But now that the feelings have been released from the deepest recesses of my mind, I can't get away from the cravings. I can only think of how much I need to be hurt by Him, and transformed completely into the animal I know I am. I'm a slave to the desire. 

"Come over here and bend over my knee. Don't wiggle. If it hurts, squeal. If you try to get away from me, you will regret it."

I hobble over, my wrists still cuffed and trying to temporarily stop thinking about my throbbing cunt. All I can think about is how bad I want my cunt and ass stuffed with Him. 

"Actually, before you bend over here... Go to the kitchen and bring me a glass of water. When you get back, grab your big pink plug and bring it to me." 

I oink, anticipating something in my ass, and head off to the kitchen. I come back, and set the water down on the desk, and grab my plug and lube. 

"This is going to go inside your ass in one push, and you're going to hold it the whole time I spank you."

He lubes up my hole and pushes it in my ass fast and hard. I scream. As my ass clenches around it, I savor the full feeling and try to stay still. 

"This isn't going to work with you wailing like a banshee. You're making sounds like a pig today remember? This is what you are and you will behave as such." 

He grabs the gag on the bed and pushes in my mouth. It stretches my jaw and He pulls it tight around my neck. "Bend over." 

He begins to lightly stroke my porky ass cheeks, and then comes down hard. No warm up. He's using just His hands now, but I know that will change. It takes all I have not to squirm, and take it. He hits me hard, and I try my best to oink after every hit. I don't scream. I oink and squeal and feel more like a pig. With each smack I gasp and close my eyes, trembling and breathing hard, wanting to move away from the pain, but knowing I can't escape it. Every time He hits me my ass clenches harder around the plug, and the combined sensations of pain and pleasure make me go crazy. I keep oinking and feel my mind slip further. 

"Get up, and put yourself down on the bed."

I bury my head in the blankets, but out the corner of my eye, I see Him grab the glass of water. He takes a sip, and then doesn't hesitate before throwing the rest of the glasses' contents on my back and red hot ass. He grabs His wooden spoon and begins hitting me harder than before, while I clench my fists and try to keep still. The now wet wood stings hard and I moan and resist the urge to fight the blows. He started with strokes that I thought were hard, but I see now that He was just starting. He moves from my ass to my thighs, to the spot just under my cheeks, to my back, and down again. Each round becoming more harsh, the snap of the spoon the only sound except for my cries. He stops briefly, His hand thrusting between my legs. I groan as His fingers enter me. My cheeks flush at how wet I am. There is no hiding it from Him. He then twists the plug that is placed firmly in my ass.

"You are such a pain whore. Thank Me for being nice enough to beat your porky ass." 

I turn my head to look at Him and snort. 

"Good piggy. Keep your face buried in the bed." He hits me over and over again until I feel dizzy with the pain. I can't even figure out how much time has gone by. He lets up, and I cherish the moment of recovery.

"You don't think I'm just going to spend all day pleasing you do you? You're only good to be my hole. If you forget that or underestimate me, you will not like the outcome. Look at you all wet and red. If you think that was bad, you're wrong. Get up whore. Now." 

I manage to slowly pull myself up, but my ass hurts against the bed. He grabs me violently by my collar and pulls me up. 

"You're too fucking slow you fat bitch. When I tell you to get up, do it. I don't care if it hurts." 

Then, instead of telling me to kneel, He puts His hands on my shoulders and pushes me to the ground. I fall on my knees and bow my head in apology. 

"A pig's place is on her knees. Don't move until I get back." 

In this moment I contemplate disobeying Him and reaching for the zipper on His jeans, but I know I have to learn to be more obedient and I don't want to risk another punishment. I want to get fed, and I don't want to let Him down and not get what I want. He walks out of the room, and I consider moving positions to make myself more comfortable, but I stay still and wait. My jaw hurts with the gag still in place, and my back and ass are throbbing. I fear what might be next. 

He walks back into the room and sets a bowl down on the table. 

"I'm glad to see that you haven't moved swine. I've brought something for you, but you're only going to get it if you show me what a good little pig slut you can be." I oink and try to smile as best I can with the giant ball bag in my mouth. 

"You're My porker, and I want you to show me how prized you really are. You're going to walk around this room on all fours showing off your piggy bits and making all your best piggy noises. Understand??" 

I let out a big OINK and am happy at the opportunity to be a show porker! 

"Good. Now make Daddy proud."

He sits down while I crawl around the room, oinking and snorting and grunting like the pretty piglet I am. I wag my porky ass and jiggle all my pig meat. I come and nuzzle at His cock, but He pushes me away. 

"I didn't fucking say stop did I?" I snort and keep crawling around and oinking. 

"Good little piglet." He comes over to me and pats my head, and I oink. He bends down and cuffs my wrists together, and takes the gag out of my mouth. For a moment I just sit and massage my jaw. He lets me. 

"piglet, if you want your prize, you're going to have to come and get it." He grabs the bowl from my desk, leaves me on the floor, and walks out of the room. I stay on all fours and follow Him. He's sitting in the other room, with the bowl in His hands. 

"Crawl over here and oink while you do it." It hurts me to crawl on my knees on the hard floor, but I do as I'm told until I'm at His feet. My jaw is still throbbing from being stretched and the plug is still in my ass. When I get to His feet, I look up at Him and oink in anticipation for my prize. 

"You're a hungry little bitch and I think you've been good enough to get something to eat." He places the bowl on the floor in front of me, and I see it's filled with oatmeal.

"If you do this well, I'll feed you from my hands. For now, eat from the bowl on the floor. Slurp it all up like a good piggy." He knows I am hungry for something else, but I know that if I do this right I might get His cock. I bend my head down into the bowl, and begin to eat it up and snort into the bowl as I eat. 

"You're such a messy pig slut." 

I look up at Him and smile, knowing that I am a messy hungry whore who can't get enough. He pulls me hard by the hair and slaps my face. 

"I did NOT say stop. Just because I am talking to you does not mean that you get to stop. Now keep eating you fat pig." 

I bend back down to the bowl and keep eating up the oatmeal. 

"Good piggy." He picks up the bowl and holds it in His hands, while I continue to eat from it. 

"Lick the bowl clean and I just might feed you something else." At this, I start to ravenously finish what's left, and lick the sides. I'm covered in the food and am oinking and snorting the whole time. 

"Follow me back. Now." I'm in pain from being on my knees, but I follow Him back to my room, my wrists still cuffed together. I get back to my room and kneel before Him, waiting for my next order. 

"I know you're still hungry swine. Show me how hungry you are." As soon as the last word leaves His mouth, I begin to claw at His crotch and frantically pull His cock out. This is what I've been dying for and I can't wait to feel it against the back of my throat. 

"You can suckle on this like the little pig you are, but don't move your mouth. Just suckle." I do what He says, but the urge to push it against my throat is strong. I feel the soft firmness in my mouth and am overwhelmed again with the need to be fucked. I keep my neck still until He puts His hands on my head and pushes me down on His dick. I let out a happy snort and can't get enough. 

"Show me you are a cock sucking whore piglet."

I slide His dick out of my mouth, grab it at its base, and look up at Him. "I'm your fat cock sucking whore Daddy."

Without a second's hesitation, He strikes me across the face with His open hand. Hard. I feel my cheek throb, and slowly bring my head back towards His dick. I feel like crying, but I hold in the tears. I didn't even think before speaking. I had been so good up until now.

"Are you stupid?" He yells at me. I shake my head no. I hate Him for asking me this.

"Oh? Because you're acting like a fat stupid slut. You obviously can't obey the simplest of tasks. That makes you a dumb whore. I told you not to fucking speak. You don't even deserve my time, but today you're lucky that I need a place to put my cock."

He puts His dick back in my mouth and says, "Now, SHOW me you are a cock sucking whore in your way. If you don't do this right I'm going to rape your fucking skull and you won't like it." 

I suck His cock and pump my porky head up and down, loving the taste. I go all the way down and swallow it when it hits the back of my throat, gagging and choking and grunting. I'm a hungry slut, and this is what I want and live for. This is me showing Him how much I need to be fed. This is what I am. 

"You're Daddy's little slave pig and you will do whatever I want. You're only good for being my fuck toy. You will never forget your place in my presence again." 

I oink in understanding and keep sucking and swallowing. As I was doing this, He bent down and squeezed my nipples HARD. I let out a yelp, but I knew not to stop sucking. I fought through the pain and kept doing what I was doing. He then pulled His dick out of my mouth, and pushed me down on the floor. 

"Get on all fours and stay there." 

I felt Him get behind me, and pushed my wet cunt up against Him, oinking and secretly praying that He would put His dick in my cunt. The desire to be fucked is so strong that I can't take it. 

"Stop that shit. Sit still or you're gonna get hurt, and not in a good way." He reached forward and pulled my head backward by my hair, then tied a bandana around my eyes. I whimper, and it takes all I have not to say "Please nooo!!" Having my sight taken away makes me go insane and ignites a primal desire to fight stronger than anything else. All I want to do is pull the blindfold off, push myself off the floor, or force myself on His cock. It's then that I feel the gag being forced back into my mouth. 

"You obviously can't stay quiet, so you're going to get this back. Don't move."

I feel Him behind me, but I don't know what He's doing and I hate not being able to move. I then feel His hand in between my ass cheeks. I think that I'm going to get some pleasure, or that He's going to twist the plug again, but instead He pulls it out in about one second flat. I scream through the gag and collapse forward. 

"Nasty pig sluts that disobey have bad shit happen to them. You're getting something bigger now." 

I feel my asshole throb and I don't think that I can take another invasion. Despite that, I feel my porky cunt get wetter and wetter, and can't imagine not getting fucked today. I feel that if my clit were to be even touched right now, I'd cum. 

"Maybe if you're good I'll read you a bedtime story!!" He laughs at me and I feel even lower than before.

I hate not being able to see Him. I have no idea where He is or what He's getting. I hear my nightstand drawer open, and hope that He's going to fuck me. Fuck me with something, anything. 

I feel something hard press against my asshole, and cold lube dripping. He pushes in my big dildo in my ass, and almost all the way. I scream through the gag again and it hurts, but feels so fucking good. 

"Squeal like a pig if you wanna get fucked slut."

I squeal as best as I can with a gag in my mouth, and feel His cock push into my cunt. It feels so good that I think it just might kill me if I don't cum, and I realize that with the gag in my mouth I can't ask for permission. He turns the vibrator in my ass on, and I feel even closer. Being penetrated by two big cocks is enough to make me gush. I sense myself getting close to orgasm within minutes, and try to push the gag out of my mouth, to no avail. It's too big and too tight. I hope that He can see that I'm close, but I won't risk a punishment and am worried that I won't be able to restrain myself. The sensations are all too much. I start oinking frantically and try to say something as I feel myself get there..

"What's that slut??" 

He spanks my ass. It's a hard spank that hurts wonderfully with 2 dicks inside me. 

"Are you asking to cum?" I oink three times and loud and worry that I will cum. Instead, He pulls both dicks out of me at once maybe ½ a second before I explode. I scream because I was so close that it actually hurts. I can't stop screaming and wiggling around, and I hear Him laughing at me, but I don't know where He is. In this moment I'm so upset that I don't give a fuck what He does. I force myself down and turn around and sit on my ass, and start to draw circles around my clit with my fingers. 

"Ohh you really are a dumb bitch. If you make yourself cum now, you're not getting near this cock again." I realize what I'm doing, and immediately stop. I still can't see Him, and I bring myself to my knees and bow my head, hoping that I'm not going to get it too bad. The desire to cum is still strong, although it's fading, and my cunt is still throbbing. 

"You have to learn how to wait you fucking whore. Your cunt is obviously just as hungry as you are, and we have to teach it how to wait. Get up."

He grabs me by my collar and throws me down on the bed. I know that something is coming, and I hear Him dig in His bag, but I can't see what He pulls out. The next feeling I feel is the cane come down on the back of my thighs, hard. I squeal, and can't believe how hard He hit me. He continues to come down with it on my back ass and thighs, all of the strokes getting harder and harder. I can feel the skin raise and get hot, and I can't believe how bad it hurts me. I wiggle around and try to get away from it, until I feel His hand placed firmly on my back holding me down. 

"Don't fucking move bitch. It will only get worse. This doesn't stop until I say it does." I feel Him hit me with other toys, but he's hitting me so hard that I can't even tell which ones they are. I feel Him get on top of me and sit on my ass, and then He starts punching my back. Over and over. I scream and bury my head in my bed. He stops briefly, and takes the gag off. The pain in my jaw is heightened when I try to close my mouth. 

"Go ahead and scream pig, I know you want to."

I can't move at all with Him sitting on me, and He keeps punching my back in between my shoulders. He gets up and keeps hitting me everywhere, going from spanks to canes to punches. It gets so bad that I think I can't take it, but I accept the pain and stay as still as I can. I oink after each hit and try to be a perfectly still pain pig. 

"Turn over and spread your legs."

I roll over onto my back, and just laying on the bed this way hurts. I open my legs. 

"Did you fucking hear me pig? Spread your legs wide and don't move." I spread my legs as wide as I can, hoping that He'll fuck me and I'll finally get to cum. I can't see, but I feel Him get up and I hear Him grab the bag of clothespins. Now I'm worried.  

"You're going to be a good little pig and lay there and not move." I oink in understanding. I feel Him clamp the first pins on my inner thighs, and scream when I feel the string against my leg. I realize that these are the zippers I've just made. I start breathing heavily, but I know I can't move, and I have to just accept it. 

"If you're good and stay still, maybe I'll pull them off fast. If you are a bad pig then I'm pull them off slow. Just like a tortuous band aid."




The Pig Comes Out to Play



I whimper and squeak as He clamps each one on, getting closer to my cunt. I start to scream when I feel them clamp around my pussy lips.

"See how wet you are? Admit that you like it." I oink. "Good pig." 

It feels like He must have clamped on at least 20. I can't think about what it's going to feel like when He pulls them off, and in this moment, I'm happy I'm blindfolded. I now have no choice but to stay still, because every time I move my leg even a millimeter, I feel them clamp harder. It kills me. 

"You look kinda pretty with all these pins on your cunt pig. Your fuck meat is all tender now."

I whimper and can't believe this is happening. I feel Him run His hands along the pins.. I scream and move but it only makes it worse. I have to stay still. He tugs lightly on the string, and my breathing becomes more and more intense. I'm more scared now than I have been yet. He pulls the string slowly, and one of the pins on my thighs flicks off. I cry out and yell "FUCK!" only to receive another slap across the face. This hit is so hard that the blindfold comes off. I start grunting and squealing in pain, knowing that I am a piglet and piglets don't say fuck. 

"Just for that, the first ones are coming off slow." He slowly starts to pull them off, and the pain is more than I can bear. I scream and move around, but not too much. I feel the skin beneath the pins tighten and pull as he rips them off. It's terrible and my cunt is so wet.. hope that the wetness makes it easier. I am enduring this and secretly, I'm loving it. 

After pulling off a few more slowly, I can see now that the majority of them are still on. Daddy bends over and puts His hand around my neck, and pushed down hard, choking me. In His other hand are the strings. He looks at me as asks "Are you ready for this pig?" I oink loudly and know that I am. 

Both of the zippers come off in one fell swoop. I scream louder than I probably ever have, and feel everything throb. I know now that this is the worst pain I've ever felt. 

"You took that well pig. But don't think I'm done with you. I know you're hurting, but get down on the floor right this instant."

I'm crying and feel like I need to rest, but He doesn't let me. 

I throw myself down, and feel the lingering pain in between my legs almost incapacitate me. I crawl to His feet and await His next order. 

"I know that today has been a lot for you pig. But I also know that somewhere in that porky brain of yours, you want more. I'm going to make you beg for it, no matter how much pain you're in. You're going to beg me properly, or else you're going to get beaten again." 

I look up at Him and oink and push my head into His cock, trying to communicate just how much I want Him to take me further. I hope that the look on my face says it all. He has drawn these feeling out of me. Making me face them, express them, own them, making them mine. And His. 

"Good girl. Now get up. Go put yourself in the bathtub. Be on your knees when I get there." 

I manage to pull myself up, although I'm not sure how I do it. Everything hurts so bad. I see myself in the mirror and notice the makeup smeared all over my face, trails of black running down my cheeks. My doll lips are gone; my cheeks are red from when I've been slapped. My hair is a mess, and my pig nose is twisted. I clean up my face and get in the bathtub on my knees, waiting for Him to come. 

When He walks in, I feel myself grow nervous and begin to shake. I know that this time around I can't talk, because I don't know that I can take another beating as bad as the one before. If this is what training is, then it's working and showing me how to be right. He steps in the tub in front of me, and I know what's coming... I can't wait. 

"I know you want this dick. But the thing is.. I'm only going to give this to you if you show me again how much you want it. You're allowed to fight for it now." 

He places both of His hands on my shoulders, and has a firm hold on me. I try to reach forward with my head, but He is stronger than I, and I'm already weak from the pain. I reach my hands forward, but I can't get to Him. The desire makes me angry, and I hate not being able to take it in my mouth. After a struggle, He uncuffs me and positions Himself to fuck my throat. I brace myself against the base of the tub, and He thrusts the full length of His cock into my throat. He tilts my head in such a way to get it all the way down, and it isn't long before I can't breathe. He fucks my face over and over again, stopping only to make me lick His balls. He slaps my face over and over, and holds me by the back of my hair as He thrusts into me. After the deepest thrust, I vomit on His cock, and it gets all over me. I've never felt so filthy in my life. I'm covered in my own vomit, choking and barely breathing, and the only thing on my mind is "more."

"You're a fat disgusting pig that needs this." I snort and hope that He sees that I still want more. My animal self is not done serving Him. 

I'm still covered in vomit, and crying now... wondering what He'll do next. He pulls my head off of Him and gets out of the bathtub. I'm shocked at this.. and wanting to go after Him, knowing that I can't. 

"Stay there, and again, don't fucking move. Keep your mouth open. Don't even think about cleaning that filth off of you slut. You're a nasty pig whore and you will wallow in that shit." 

He left me in the bathroom and closed the door. I can't believe it. I cry and don't know what to do, since I can't move. Everything hurts, and I'm so fucking disgusting right now that I can't take it. After about 5 minutes, which seems like much longer, He comes back in. He doesn't say a word, and instead walks over to the edge of the tub and starts pissing. It gets all over me. My mouth, my face, my hair, my body. I look at Him as He does it, wondering what I've done to deserve such treatment. After He's finished, He turns and walks away again. I'm surprised He didn't make me drink it.

When He comes back in this time, He just sits on the toilet and watches me. I oink, sitting there in filth and not moving. I don't know how to describe the look on His face other than digust. 

"Look at how fucking nasty you are. Is this what you like? To be treated like a piece of shit? Because that's what you are. I have no respect for whores like you. You're lucky I even give you my time. You're a stupid fucking animal with a one-track filthy mind. You're lucky I don't make you lick the rest of that off the floor of the tub. I should make your eat that chuck or drown in it." 

I start to cry. His words hurt me worse than His blows. 

"Now clean yourself well, and get back in this room as soon as you're finished."

I have trouble getting up, but when I do, I'm happy to have the time to make myself presentable again. I clean myself off, get dry, and walk back into my room. I see Him standing and waiting for me, and I drop to my knees. I crawl over, trying to be cute, and oink at Him. 

"I didn't tell you to get down there. Now stand the fuck back up you dumb bitch." 

I stand, feeling stupid. I can't do anything right. He puts His hands on my shoulders and strokes them, then turns me around and looks at the marks He's made. I'm thinking now that I'll get to rest, and that hopefully I've pleased Him. Instead, He pushes me so hard I fall almost flat on my face. 

I try to get up, only to find that there is a foot on my chest, holding me down. 

"I bet you're real proud of yourself for enduring all that pain aren't you piggy."

I don't know what to do, and I just look up at Him, shocked and scared shitless of what's next. 

"Well, I don't know.. I think you can be a pretty cute little piglet sometimes, but I think you know deep down how much pain you want. Your problem is you won't admit it. I love how you just fight and cry and try to convince Me of your innocence. It's complete bullshit, and I won't have that anymore."

I'm surprised at this, thinking that I've been trying my hardest to show Daddy how much I want and can take.. but I guess I'm not good enough. 

He grabs His cane and starts hitting me again. The lightest hits hurt so bad that I almost want to grab it from Him. 

"I'm giving you permission to talk now slut. You're going to tell me what you are over and over again until I believe you. If I don't believe you, I'm just going to have to fuck you up a little bit more. I know how hard this is for you, but I don't really care that much. I could do this shit all day and night. Now tell me what you are."

As He starts to hit me harder, I say "I'm a fat piggy whore who loves to be degraded."

"Well no shit. Big woop. Yay, she admitted it." He laughs at me. I so desperately want to say "Fuck you," but I hold it in. 

I can't believe He's laughing at me. This alone makes me want to cry. I say, "I'm a fat, disgusting and filthy slut who can't get enough dick and wants it all day and night. All I think about is cock and how much of a hungry whore I am. I'm a nasty pig who will do anything to get dick."

"That's better.. Although I'm not quite sure I believe you just yet. Tell me what else you like."

"I like pain Daddy and I will do anything to get it. I will sit in my own filth for hours if it means I can suck your cock."

"That's right girl. You really are fucking gross. I mean, you're by far the nastiest slut I know. We do bad things to nasty sluts in this house."

He started kicking me, hard. I couldn't believe how hard He kicked me. I tried to get away from Him, only to be pushed back down and caned again everywhere. I got hit on my arms, my legs, my porky stomach, ass, back, everywhere. I screamed and cried and couldn't escape it. 

"Close your eyes and open your mouth. You're not good enough to watch me while I cum. You can play with yourself if you'd like." I hated closing my eyes, but I came within a minute of touching my clit. I thought about taking peeks at Him, but I didn't dare. When I came I thought I wasn't going to stop, and it wasn't long before I was covered in cum myself. He didn't let me eat it up the way I like to. Instead, He threw more water on me. I opened my eyes and screamed as the cum that was all over me was washed away. 

"You're a fat bitch. You make me sick by how filthy you are. Aww poor baby didn't get to eat any cum? Well too fucking bad." 

He kicked me again. He hit my face again. He went balls out crazy on me, and I cried as He said even more terrible things. 

I looked up at Him, my eyes filled with tears, only to hear the last of what He would say today. 

"You're the nastiest piece of shit pig I've ever come across, and I'm fucking done with you."

He picked up a towel, threw it on top of me, and left. Gone for good, offering nothing to help me other than a dirty towel.

The tears come harder now.

There is no lower place to be reached. This is me, no longer human. I've found the place I was looking for, with my face to the floor and the tears splashing down my cheeks; pounding my fists against the ground beneath me in anguished defeat as I think of every word and remark that cut completely through my ego. I'm next to nothing now.

I can't stop the tears, which have now turned into heavy sobs of acceptance. Accepting that this is what I am, and this is what I love. He knew what He was doing by leaving me alone, to cherish this moment with myself. I feel perfect and complete, ready for anything. 

Then He appears, back in my room, the one who has raped this unmistakable yearning from me, there to bring me back to life. He comes over to me and sits down next to me, and puts His arms around me. I fall into His chest.

He strokes my hair, and lift up my chin. I manage to let my eyes meet His, and smile. "You did so well today, my beautiful little girl."



The Pig's First Test



The pig has been summoned by her Owner to serve Him one night. she is always excited when she reads His email and knows that in a short time she will be with Him. she has learned from the past to be prepared for anything with Him – she has her bag packed, ready and waiting. In this bag she has her flogger, her glass dildo, sensuous candles to enhance the evening, oils for a pedicure and a wine opener. He has also instructed her this time to bring along a vibrator and duct tape. she picks up a bottle of wine that she knows her Owner will enjoy along with a small gift – a token of her love and devotion to Him. The pig is told to meet her Owner at a bar at 7 p.m. sharp – "do not be late" He tells her. she is instructed to find a seat at the middle of the bar and to order a drink – she is not allowed to talk to anyone and to wait for her Owner. 

Since the pig has a few days to shop before meeting her Owner, she decides it's time to buy something sexy, classy, and slutty all combined together. she's off to her favorite store at the mall and finds exactly the perfect outfit to please her Owner – a black pair of pants, black lacy panties, a silky laced camisole with a sheer top to wear over. Shoes are never a problem since she has many that will match any outfit she puts together – from low heels to "cum fuck me pumps" – her shoes always please her Owner. her ritual of preparing herself begins – nails and toes are painted a bright cherry red – her nasty cunt and ass are shaved smooth in anticipation of being used. she dresses for the evening – not too much make-up, but enough eye shadow and lipstick to make Him notice. she wears her hair down since she knows He loves to pet her head and puts on her favorite perfume that she knows arouses his senses.

The hour arrives and as usual the pig feels those familiar butterflies inside her that she does every time she meets her Owner. But as the time draws near she finds that calm within her – she finds her subspace where the only thoughts are those of her Owner. she arrives at the designated place on-time and finds a seat exactly where her Owner has requested. she orders a cocktail and surveys the rest of the patrons in the bar and tries to remain calm. she was only informed that her Owner would arrive shortly after her, but she did not know the exact time, so her eyes were drawn towards the entrance each time someone walked in. What seemed like forever was only 15 minutes when finally her Owner arrives but not alone. He is accompanied by a striking woman who complements Him. The pig realizes that this must be the submissive that her Owner has met on several occasions and has told the pig about. The pig sees the smile on her Owner's face when He approaches her and the pig finds great comfort in this. As normal protocol, the pig rises from her chair and kisses her Owner's outstretched hand – the pig does not care who is watching her at this moment as she shows her respect for her Owner. He introduces the other woman who happens to be the submissive He has talked about and the pig reaches out to shake her hand as a formality and greet her politely. The pig stands while her Owner and the submissive take a seat at the bar and order cocktails. After a time of general conversation the pig's Owner instructs both women that it is time to retire to a more intimate place. The pig tries not to show too much enthusiasm about having the potential to serve and worship her Owner's body and possibly her Owner's submissive as well.

When they arrive to the room, the pig is instructed to pour two glasses of wine for her Owner and the submissive. The pig is then instructed to remove her Owner's clothes but she is not allowed to touch His body in any way. This is extremely difficult for the pig as she needs to have her face in His armpits to receive His scent and remind her of His Ownership of her. The pig then removes the submissive's clothes except for her panties. The pig is then told to retrieve the vibrator and duct tape that she has brought and pull her pants and panties down to her ankles and to insert the vibrator, turned on low, into her nasty cunt and to secure it with the duct tape from her clit to her fat ass. The pig does not hesitate with this task and upon accomplishing it is then instructed to take a seat in a chair that has been placed at the end of the bed. The Owner's submissive takes the pig's arms behind the pig's back and places handcuffs on the pig's wrists. The pig's Owner tells His pig that she is NOT allowed to cum while He and the submissive are present in the room. The little pig has a look of shock on her face realizing the evening is not going to happen as she had thought it would. The pig watches as the submissive finds a place on the bed next to her Owner. The pig watches as her Owner caresses the submissive's breasts and nipples, sliding His hand down to her panties to rub her pussy every so often. He removes the submissive's panties and walks over to the pig in the chair and slaps her hard across the face, instructing her to open her mouth at which point He proceeds to shove the submissive's panties into pig's mouth to keep her quiet while He uses the submissive. The pig's eyes begin to well up with tears from the sting of His slap and her Owner pats her on the head telling her what a good pig she is.

The pig watches as the submissive places her nose and tongue in the armpits of the pig's Owner and savors the taste and scent of Him. The submissive moves down to His nipples where she spends time worshipping – sucking them hard – moving back and forth from one to the other. she slowly makes her way down to His cock and balls. The pig's eyes watch her Owner and sees His pleasure while she also watches the submissive expertly suck her Owner's cock and balls, bringing His manhood to a very hard state. The pig begins to squirm in the chair as she feels herself getting wet and her clit beginning to throb. The pig listens as her Owner praises the submissive for doing a good job and humiliates the pig by telling her she's not worthy tonight to suck His cock or balls. He watches as the pig moans slightly and pleads with her eyes, but He refuses to give in to the pig and within a short time His cock is fucking the submissive's pussy. The pig listens to the submissive's moans of pleasure as her Owner's cock slides in and out of her pussy. The pig can smell the sex and whimpers as she's gagged and restrained from being able to pleasure her nasty cunt. The pig watches as her Owner empties his balls deep inside the submissive's pussy while she screams out in her own orgasm. 

The pig's Owner pulls His magnificent cock out of the submissive and walks over to the pig – slapping her across the face and pulling the panties out of her mouth He thrusts His cock into her open mouth instructing the pig to clean Him off. The pig is so grateful for this and sucks delicately at first, tasting His cum and the sweet juices of the submissive. The pig's Owner calls for the submissive to join Him by the pig and instructs the pig to clean her pussy of the sweet nectar of His cum. When the little pig has finished to her Owner's satisfaction she is released from her restraints and dismissed for the evening – her services are no longer required. The little pig thanks her Owner and quietly leaves Him as the submissive kneels to take His cock once again in her mouth.



The Pilgrim



The Pilgrim theater was in what they used to call the 'Combat Zone' of Boston, the other end of Washington Street from City Hall Plaza, just at the start of Chinatown. I loved that place. Sadly, it's a parking lot now. Once a proud vaudville house, it became a movie theater in the late 50s. In the late 90s, it was a porno theater, a massive one. One where a guy could sit peacefully with his pants down and his cock out.  

I was just about to blow a load, so I slowed my stroke a little. It was Friday evening and I was on the latter half of my Friday ritual. Rather than go all the way out to the burbs and then back in for post work-week fun and frolic, I had a beer at the bar near my office, then walked down to where the movies were XXX. I usually killed an hour or so before meeting friends at the regular place across the river for the Friday festival of drunken drunkeness and hooking up. A good wank after work made me more relaxed, sociable and less likely to caveman the first woman I saw at the bar. "Me think you hot!" 

Sitting in the theater with my pants down to my knees, my shirt pulled up and my tie flung over my shoulder, I was the picture of a young banker "spanking the monkey" after a hard day of capitalism. 

Men walked past the otherwise empty row I was in. Some of them feeling the air in front of them, blind from walking into the dim theater from the still sunny street. Others, eyes adjusted to the dark, occasionally looked my way long enough for me to cover up a little, which is the universal 'get lost' signal. 

Sometimes I loved being watched while I jerked off, I enjoyed it when I sat down and got my dick out near some newbie who probably spent hours screwing up the courage to go into a porn theater. He'd watched me with a mix of terror and curiosity out of the corner of his eye, Or he'd just run off leaving me alone with my cock, wich was good, too. 

But sometimes guys want to do more than look and I didn't want to attract that kind of company. Watching is one thing, but if a guy came and sat next to me, I'd loose my hardon and have to start over in another seat. And once you get comfortable...It's a pain in the ass to get your pants up, survey another spot and stake it out. 

I was sitting in what was commonly thought of as the "straight section" of the theater. Despite this, men cruised up and down the aisles looking for cocks to use.  

Cruisers took their chances in the "straight section." Maybe they catch a guy in immediate need of a warm mouth, any warm mouth; maybe you get punched in the face. You say potato, I say get the fuck off of me! 

Some guys got hysterical if a gay approached them for sex, yelling, standing up with idignation, shoving, name calling. Regulars, like me, uderstood, but more often than not we would laugh at the poor guy; tell him to shut the fuck up and stop being a baby. 

I was getting off on watching a nurse get spit roasted between two soldiers and the feel of my fat, curved cock slapping against my stomach. There was ball squeezing, too. 

I was having a fine old time by myself, working my balls through the fingers of my left hand and back, when an older guy walked past me, paused and continued on. He looked like all the career guys at my bank, married, white-haired, weekend golfer-types who would someday love Tiger but vote Bush. 

He sat down two rows ahead of me. I scanned him as best I could in the light of the military threesome on the screen and, once I was sure he wasn't one of my many bosses, I got back to my cock. 

I always wondered what I would say if a co-worker happened to walk in and see me pleasuring myself. "Oh, hey, Bill! How are you. I'd shake your hand but, y'know, masturbating. How are the kids? Great! See you Monday." 

I like a slow build up to an orgasm; I find it soothing, relaxing. I had been there for about a half-hour, working up, backing off, and I was getting close to the big finish. 

I got out my little tube of Vasaline, y'know, the kind they used to make for chapped lips. Perfect for wankers on-the-go like me. I added some to my slick cock, pulled my white shirt up a little higher spread my legs and lengthend my stroke. Any minute now.  

I saw him out of the corner of my eye, moving down the aisle, a mountain of a man, a gigantic black guy in what looked like a mechanic's shirt, the kind with a name patch. 

I'm a big guy myself, linebacker-size, but this guy was like something out of a movie, a football/gladiator movie. He must have been 6'6" and three hundred pounds of muscle. He moved carefully into the row of seats in front of me, blotting out the screen completely for a moment, and sat down with a spring torturing plop. 

Okay, so I'm sitting in a porn theater with my pants down, my cock up and a giant mechanic sitting less than a two feet away from me. 

I considered moving. He didn't seem gay; he might not have know I was there behind him at all. Guys are often blind until their eyes adjust to the dim, and I had seen many a misunderstanding when men bump into each other in the dark. In any case, I didn't want to have to think about him, but I was set up and and nearing the finish line. 

I resolved to stay the course, get it done and ignore any distractions. I tried to focus on the movie, but I was distracted by the mass of shoulders and the bull-like neck just in front of me and to my right. 

I was refocusing on the deep throating nurse (ah, the classics), when the mechanic leaned forward. He seemed to be trying to hear what the non-banker guy was saying to him. He was talking softly to the giant. 

I thought to myself, boy are you barking up the wrong tree, mister, expecting at minimum the loud, insulted departure of one or both of these guys. Great. Get the fuck out and let a man abuse himself in peace. 

Instead, I saw the non-banker's lips moving, a brief flash of a smile, the giant's head nodded once and he leaned back. And before I could get annoyed with his shiney, shaved head blocking the lower right hand corner of the screen again, his tree branch-like left arm came up over the seat, slipped between my legs and I felt the mechanic's hand close around my cock and balls like a snug cockring. It was warm, almost hot, rough and very, very strong. 

I froze. Y'know, the way guys freeze when you grab their balls. We're funny that way. I was in total shock. 

Instinctively, I put my hand on the forearm connected to the hand. It was like iron. I felt panic for a moment but the sheer strength and size of the hand on my package forced me to gather my wits and think. It's not the kind of situation you want to flail around screaming in. 

He squeezed, which almost made me yell out. It felt like he could pull me out of my seat by my dick, just toss me a few rows forward, like a suitcase by its handle. Or maybe he'd just eunich me with a flick of the wrist. 

I tried to push his hand off me. He didn't turn around, didn't let me go, but I think he realized he was holding me too tightly and his grip loosened. My desperate attempt to push him off of my probably seemed more like guidence to him. He started feeling around, between my balls and up the length of my dick as if he was exploring new territory. 

One I realized that my cock and balls weren't going to be compacted, I relaxed slightly and looked around. I didn't know what to do. 

I can imagine everyone reading this saying, "Oh, I would have pulled up my pants and left after giving him a stern talking to." Right. Because you think so clearly when you're half naked in a semi-public space with a hand the size of your head pulling your balls. I admire you. 

He let go off my of my cock and concentrated on my balls, stretching them out the way I had been minutes before only harder. He ran his fingers through my pubes. His fingers were so hot. I was still in shock, not sure what was happening, but, almost against my will, I spread my legs a little more.   

The non-banker was looking at us the whole time. He said something to the mechanic who immediately grabbed my dick again and squeezed the length of it. 

I saw the silluette of his head nod. 

"Yeah," he said in a deep breathy voice, "it's big." 

He stroked me, rough fingers slipping up and across the tip, an electric sensation threw my head back and curled my toes. 

Something else the non-banker whispered to the mechanic made him say, "Yeah, it's hard." 

I couldn't tell if the mechanic or the non-banker were jerking off. All I knew is they were both focused on me. 

I almost came. I had been close before The Hand; shock had knocked me down a few notches, but his heavy handed stroking blindsided me. I felt it coming and I didn't know what to do. 

I was worried that if I came in his hand he would be disgusted and wipe the mess on my pants. I didn't relish the idea of trying to hide a big greasy cumstain on my suit at the bar or all the way home. Or maybe he would feak out the moment he felt the wet in his hand. My body tensed up in panic as I tried to fight down the orgasm. 

I restricted his arm as much as I could, actually straining to stop his slow stroking of my dick. I tried to pry his fingers off my cock with mine but slipped ineffectively around the cage his fingers formed. I sucked in air between my teeth and I put my head down in concentration that must have looked like prayer. 

He seemed to understand, sensed my dilema. He held still for a moment while I fought the wave. I felt precum running down my balls. I shook, trembling from almost cuming from, fighting back from cuming and relaxed my grip on the arm that was tormenting me. 

The world between cumming and not coming is a kind of limbo. Fighting off an orgasm is possible, but it leaves you in a surreal world. A world where you haven't quite cum and you can't quite rest. The black and white world of "I need to cum " and "I came" is instead gray. 

My world was deep shade of gray when his hand slipped down, sliding through precum, rubbing across my taint and onto my asshole. I jumped in my seat a little and he got under me a little more. I could not believe what was happening. 

I looked around the dark theater. No one seemed to be watching, except for the non-banker, who was talking to the mechanic the whole time. He was asking about my asshole. 

The mechaninc pressed against my pucker but he couldn't push his fat finger into me. The angle was bad, and I was clenched like a caved-in coal mine. 

I moved to pull my pants up and he returned to my cock which was still rock hard despite the fingering. The way he squeezed my cock lengthwise in his massive hand sent shivers through me. I'd never felt such complete tightness.  

I relaxed, I looked around again. Dozens of vague outlines watching the movie or watching the cruisers. The mechanic pulled me forward in my seat by my sac, stretching my balls. 

I tried to resist, but slid forward a little. I couldn't see his face or hear what he was saying, but I knew non-banker was odering the mechanic to finger me, willing it. 

He pushed his finger against my hole, the angle was better now. I was pushing against his arm but again he overcame my feeble resistance. I felt the pressure of his finger pushing into me and my hole opening for him. I was amazed and very turned on suddenly. Everything dropped away and all I could feel was his red hot finger in my ass.

I gasped and pushed off of the giant finger in my hole. It felt like my heart was beating in my asshole, beating fast. 

The mechanic said something to the non-banker and I barely made out the non-banker's reply, "tight" and "try again" respectively. His voice was soothing, warm, fatherly. 

I suddenly wanted to do what he said. Wanted to please him. I took out my little tube of Vasaline and squeezed an unseen amount onto what I hoped was the mechanic's fingers where it probably mixed with trace amounts of Liquid Wrench and STP. 

I sat back in the seat, slid forward and breathed deep. The mechanic looked over his shoulder and slipped his hand under me. His fingers rubbed my taint making my dripping cock harder and then he slid into me gradually. All the way. A thick finger deep inside me as far as he could reach. 

It was slow, firm, painful; it was electric, like he was sliding into every part of my body at once. My fingers griped his arm so tight it must have left marks. I felt my ass stretching, filling up with his big, warm finger and I gave in. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't care who saw. 

If the lights had come up and a marching band came down the aisle followed by a news crew and my nanna, I would have held onto his arm and told him to ignore them. 

We looked at each other for a moment. I was shaking as he pulled his finger all the way out of my ass and slowly pushed in again. He finger-fucked me slowly like this, looking at me. I was sure he could see me better than I could him. The light of the sex on the screen likely illuminate what must have been a look of amazement mixed with raw lust on my face. 

He posted in and out of me slowly making me shiver every time. I hadn't touched my cock after he was in me. It was leaking like crazy. I was a mess; scrunched down in my chair, feet off the floor, legs wide, greasy finger in my ass, precum runing down my belly into my pubes. He looked at the non-banker. 

They said something to each other and then I felt a second finger. I tried to be quiet as he spread my virgin hole even wider. I moaned and hissed through my teeth, but it felt amazing, like he was almost there, almost had it...so close. 

He had two fingers halfway in me when I started to cum without touching my dick. 

Later I would find out all about the prostate, but at the moment, with this strangers hand up my ass, I bucked and shook in my theater chair like I was on a mechanical bull, cum firing up in the air and onto my stomach, on my undershirt. 

I gasped and dug my fingers into his arm again, smearing him with cum. He slipped one of his fingers out and drove the other one up into me lifting me almost out of my seat. I felt almost weightless. I grabbed my cock and and jerked it. 

I jerked my sloppy cock off hard and fast to match the intesity of his deep thrust and the shuddering orgasm seemed to echo and last forever, until I slumped in the chair twitching like I had just been tazered repeatedly. I felt exhausted, but good, like I had just played football all afternoon. Except for the finger in my ass, of course.   

I tapped the mechanic's arm weakly leaving a scrawl of cum, precum and Vasaline grafitti, and exhaled loudly. He withdrew his finger, got up, towering, and looked down at me, a wet, sprawled mess, and walked up the aisle without a word. 

I thought maybe he was disgusted that I made his arm sticky. 

Well, don't go around jerking people off then, asshole, I thought and laughed to myself as I sat up. 

Ugh! What the fuck happened? I Just wanted to get a nut before heading out and now I was in an adult theater, pants down, covered in cum with a sore ass. The little wad of bar napkins I'd stuffed in my pocket wasn't going to handle this brawny-sized mess. 

I was considering taking off my undershirt and using it to towel off when the mechanic walked back down the aisle and handed me a bunch of paper towels, both wet and dry. 

"Thanks", I said, taking the paper from the hand that had been a part of me five minutes earlier. "No problem," he said in a deep voice. He nodded at the non-banker, who was still watching, and walked out. 

I cleaned up, wiped off the seat, adjusted my clothes and hoped my tie would cover any cum transfer from my damp undershirt. Dressed, tucked and ready to go, I got up, ass twinging. The non-banker, still watching me, waved goodbye. Without thinking, I waved back. 

I went to the bathroom and washed up. I could hear someone getting a very wet, very loud blowjob in the stall behind me. When I stepped out of the theater, the sun was setting. 

I looked around to see if I saw the mechanic. I didn't know if I wanted to see him or not see him. I didn't see him. I shrugged and decided to go home instead of the bar and walked to the subway. There were pleanty of seats but I stood up all the way home and beat off two more times when I got there. 

I bought the dildo the following Friday.